Finally becomes perfect Seer
Chapter 49: Finally becomes perfect Seer
Harry lay in bed, gazing up at his four-poster's canopy, his silver coin pulsing softly in his pocket. He could not sleep. His mind raced, conjuring up images and terror, pulling him back to what had happened earlier in the day. The Hogsmeade attack. The silhouetted individual. "There are powers beyond your comprehension," were said in a mysterious way. The shadowy figure that appeared to be constantly edging closer and farther away.
Harry discovered that he hadn't slept at all as the dormitory was illuminated by the dim light of dawn as it slowly peaked through the windows. The weight of the globe bearing down on his chest caused him to reflect, "This isn't what I thought it was."
Dying was merely the beginning.
The memory hit Harry like a chilly gust of wind. Dipak. That was who he used to be. A regular individual in a normal world. Until things changed. Until that fateful day when the universe decided to pull the cruellest prank. When he awoke in this body—Harry Potter's body—he was overcome with confusion. It felt like a twisted dream, a nightmare from which he couldn't wake.
Why was he here? Why was he called Harry Potter? The questions pounded in his head, but there were no answers. Only suffering.
The flashback occurred clearly.
He had been Dipak, living a normal life. Then there was immediate darkness, followed by a searing, mind-numbing anguish. When he awoke, he was not himself. His reflection in the fractured mirror revealed an impossibly thin youngster with black hair, green eyes, and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.
Finally, there was the Fool card. A card he'd found in his pocket, its cryptic energy pulsing through his entire soul. It was then that Harry recognised this wasn't simply the Harry Potter universe. This was a collision between worlds. The Lord of Mysteries' universe had become inextricably linked with the magical world he thought he understood.
With it, the dangerous Fool route was now his to walk—a road that contained more power than Harry could grasp, but with dangers far worse than Voldemort lying in its shadow.
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Back in the present, Harry's heart accelerated as he remembered the events that led him to this point. He could still feel the shiver that had run through him when he drank the Seer potion months ago, at the start of his third year at Hogwarts.
Harry peered at the dark blue gelatinous liquid, his fingers quivering slightly as he clutched it. Dobby, ever faithful and attentive, had cast a wary eye on it.
"Great wizard Harry Potter, are you certain? It looks... poisonous," the house-elf murmured in a quiet, concerned voice.
But Harry knew it wasn't poison. It was far more dangerous—and far more powerful. It was the Seer potion. His throat had dried up as he put the cup to his lips. The liquid had slipped down his throat like ice, chilling him from within. His eyesight dimmed instantly, and his senses were assailed by a flood of whirling colours, transforming into a chaotic tornado of bizarre sensations and visions.
The future had opened up to him then, revealing fragments of possibilities and shards of events still to occur. The elation had been short-lived but was immediately overtaken by confusion, as reality itself seemed to bend around him.
It had been his debut venture into the world of the Lord of Mysteries, and he had understood that this new power came at a steep price.
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As Harry lay in the murky light of dawn, contemplating everything that had occurred since, he felt a sinking sense of dread. He hadn't simply been tossed into a new world. This reality was something altogether different. A strange combination of Harry Potter's reality and the eldritch horrors of the Lord of Mysteries. The routes described in the novels were actually here. And the Outer Gods, those enigmatic beings, were intruding on their world.
The raid on Hogsmeade had simply proved it. The dark figure's words had stayed with him ever since: "There are powers beyond your comprehension—beings older than your petty battles. The coin in your pocket belongs to them."
Harry's hand reached instinctively for the silver coin in his pocket. It was a simple thing, but the weight felt much heavier now. Was the currency tied to the Outer Gods? Had it been marking him all along, drawing him into their web?
A sense of dread rushed down Harry's spine. Perhaps it wasn't simply the Wizarding World anymore. Perhaps this was a new chronology, a planet transformed by the merger of these two realities. Harry's third year at Hogwarts was anticipated to be the most calm. He had viewed it as a momentary respite, a pause in the pandemonium before Voldemort's complete return.
But now things are different. The bombardment on Hogsmeade destroyed the illusion. The events were spiralling out of control—new participants, unexpected dangers, and challenges beyond anything any wizard had ever encountered.
Despite his ability to look into the future, Harry was aware that he was not unbeatable. Seeing was insufficient. Not even the greatest seer could really bend fate to their will; it was a powerful force. Not everything he witnessed would actually happen. Even now, fate was not always predictable.
Harry felt something inside of him change as these ideas passed over him. A sensation of serenity that had not been there before descended upon him in the form of a deep, serene silence.
The Seer potion had finished breaking down.
He felt the realisation sweep over him. He'd been unsure of himself and this new power for months, but now he'd crossed over.
For the first time since taking the Seer potion, Harry felt complete. The exhilaration that followed was almost overwhelming—an unexpected burst of energy and clarity. He sat up in bed, his pulse hammering not with terror, but with triumph.
He had done it. He had digested the Seer potion. It had taken nearly the entire term—since the moment he swallowed that weird liquid before his third year began—but now, as winter break came, Harry discovered he had fully merged into the pathway. His abilities as a Seer were now perfect.
Harry reclined and let out a slow breath. Though it didn't seem impossible, he could still feel the weight of the universe bearing down on him due to Voldemort's threats and the Outer Gods' impending arrival.
He was more than just the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter. He was more than simply a Hogwarts student or a piece in somebody's strategy. He was a prophet. And he'd walked the first step towards something bigger. Everything around him seemed more vibrant and crisp. Everything was the same even though everything had changed.
Though there were still dangers in the world, Harry felt prepared now. However, this unexpected ability also raised a new query: What would happen next?
Harry's heart raced with anticipation. If he had digested the Seer potion, his journey would not have ended. There is more to come. New potions bring new levels of power. With them come increased threats.