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Hello people of the inter-webs. That is what it is called right? Anyway, I am here to educate you on my life and what it means to be a seer. Yes, if you are wondering, I am probably long dead. So dead that my writing may be the only thing left of me. All thanks to my seerness I was able to produce this to give to you. And yes, seerness is a real word as of now. But most importantly, I will be telling you how much being a seer sucks.
Right. I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Hadrian Jameson Philip Evan Potter. Quite a mouthful, I know. But you can call me Harry. Perhaps I should mention that I am a Prince of the Noble Kingdom of Gryffindor. Now, before you go thinking ‘Omg this book is the ramblings of a future king’ I shall have to stop you. I am not the heir. I have an older brother, Godric who will inherit before me.
Not only that but out of all my siblings I am the last in the line of succession. First my eldest brother would inherit, then Richard the ‘baby’ of the family, then my eldest sister Rhyannon, then Evelyn, then Amity and THEN me. I know it is possible for me to become King still, though that is through a very unlikely set of events that will kill my entire family.
Why will I not inherit do you ask? I was born with the unfortunate circumstance of being a carrier. That is a male who has the potential to bear children. Or as the priests call it: ‘a male with the soul of a female’. That is one of the reasons I hate priests.
They, like all the male population who were born normal, think that because I can have children I must be a female. Therefore, I must be treated like one. I remember going up to Godric and asking him to teach me sword fighting. To which he replied, “You are too delicate to learn sword fighting.” Of course when I asked him this I knew what his answer was going to be but it didn’t make it any less infuriating.
Throughout my life I have had incidents such as these happen to me. Men saying ‘This is not the business of women’. Or ‘This is nothing to worry your pretty little head over’. I envy your society in that they treat women as real people!
Honestly, the only thing they expect us to do is sit and look pretty, like a doll on display. Oh sure, they tell us we can occupy our time by embroidering cushions, weaving tapestries, learning to dance, sing and speak other languages. But all they really want is someone to fuck and pump out babies as swiftly as possible.
Mini rant aside, I have not got onto the main topic of writing these pages. I am discussing what it is like to be a seer and the lessons I have learnt through my experiences. The number one lesson is this: BEING A SEER FUCKING SUCKS!!!
There are several types of seers. The first and most common is a prophetic seer. These seers tell prophecies predicting possible future events. But they are also the most inaccurate seer. You don’t know whether the prophecy is relevant now or several centuries later. The prophecies are never specific and are vague as hell. Most are impossible to comprehend. Yet everyone gets in a frenzy when they hear one, trying to decipher its meaning and work out who is mentioned in it. My father, King James III, has a whole group of prophetic seers and people there specifically to translate their cryptic garbage into something comprehensible. They have yet to produce a relevant prophecy.
The second and next common type is an astrologer seer. They use the stars and alignment of the planets to figure out the future. I think they are making it up half the time. Unlike prophetic seers, they don’t go into a trance. So most of their readings from the future are pulled out of their ass to best please the reigning monarchs. Heck, they said I was going to be female whose breasts were going to be the biggest in the country and am going to be good at sewing. Considering I am a male, am flat chested and could not make worse stitches if I tried; well...they aren’t very accurate to say the least. Of course they claim they were half right, in the fact that I am technically female. Idiots…Though my father has a whole group of them...maybe he is the bigger idiot.
The next type is Centaur seers. They use a mixture of prophecies and astrology to predict the future. I am unsure of their accuracy as I have never met one. Though from my visions they are more accurate than the above two, but are even more confusing.
The final type are the visionary seers. These are the rarest kind of seer. So, naturally, I belong to this type. Visionary seers see visions of the future. Some see them as dreams, never knowing they are real until something happens right in front of them. Some have visions during the day at different intervals. So they are conscious during it and it is very noticeable to bystanders. And some have visions in their dreams and during the day. Guess which category I belong to...yep the last one.
Except….it is different for me. Most visionary seers that have visions during the day have them once a month, maybe once a week and some unlucky few….have it everyday. You’re probably thinking I am in the last category. You would be wrong.
I don’t have visions once a month, week, or day. Nor every hour.
I have visions EVERY FUCKING SECOND OF MY LIFE! From the moment I was born till now my life has been clouded by visions. Now you have tons of questions.
How do you live? How can you pay attention to your surroundings and function like a human being if you are watching visions your entire life? How do you know you have had visions from the moment you were born? How in all that is holy can you tell what is in each vision? Does it affect your sleep and dreams? Are you like a seer on steroids? And, of course, how are you sane?
The answers are not so simple. First, I am used to it. I have lived my whole life both living and paying attention to the visions. It is all about balance. Of course a lot of the visions are unimportant so can be ignored but at least once an hour there is something useful. It isn’t regular as well. So it’s not like I can go ‘ah 4 o’clock. Time to pay attention to my visions again.’ Instead I will be halfway through something, like reading, talking to someone etc. Then all of a sudden I will stare off into space and focus on my visions.
This has lead to my title as the ‘Ditzy Prince’ and does not help my image of a smart, independent man who just because he can bear children doesn’t mean he is inferior. My mother, Lily, and Amity are constantly berating me not to lose focus. Amity says I need to embody a lady at all times, forgetting the fact I am male, and should not lose focus like that. Often during balls and such I will be seen staring at walls rather than pay attention to my surroundings.
But staring at walls makes it easier to see my visions because there is nothing to distract me from them. I am punished with extra etiquette lessons and am asked to ‘pay attention to what others say. It is important to learn about all the gossip.’ I never say that my visions allow me to know all the gossip ahead of time and can tell fact from fiction. In fact, I never mention my visions full stop. It is safer that way.
Now, your question about how I could tell from the moment I was born...I have what you would call a ‘photographic memory’. This means anything I see, I remember. Which is unbelievably useful in terms of visions. It means I don’t have to pay explicit attention every vision but will still remember it. The more focus I put on a vision, though, the more details I will get.
Perhaps an example would be better. Some visions I have are about house elves washing clothes. Nothing exciting or useful about knowing that on Tuesday my clothes will be washed. But for instance if I see some shady person sneaking around the palace, I will focus on the vision and try to identify who, when, where, why etc. By focusing I will be able to see the person’s face up close and, may be able to work out the when, where, why. Which my visions will allow. You have no idea how many assassinations I have foiled over the years by doing this.
Of course, no one knows about my achievements barring a very select group who I will talk about later.
Right, now talking about my sleep….I always have visions in my sleep. I don’t have dreams and I always remember my visions. Which means unlike a normal teenage boy, or even a normal teenage carrier, I have not had wet dreams...per se. Instead, as soon as I started going through puberty, I had visions of my future self having sex with various people. How did I know they were visions? Because everything is visions!
So maybe I was wrong about me being a visionary seer. Maybe I need my own special category. Maybe I am a Mega Seer, instead. Yes, those words needed capitals. And it fucking sucks. Why can’t I be normal? Why must I have this talent that is, as you kindly pointed out, on steroids?
I know no one else has had this ability to this level before...as far as I know. All the research I have done into seers have never mentioned anyone else. The most a person has had in recorded history is one vision a day. This was by the legendary seer Cassandra Trelawney.
Perhaps it is due to my mother that I have this ability. After all it was such a scandal, so I was told, when my father married my mother. He was the only heir of the throne of Gryffindor, she the daughter of a lowly noble. The story goes that my father broke an engagement to the Duchess Narcissa Black, and married mother against his father’s wishes. He always tells us he was so in love with her that rational thought took a back seat. But he wouldn’t regret it for the world. He loves us and her.
My mother also loves my father, despite all the gossip. Many call my mother, Queen Lily, a gold digging whore. Though not to her or my father’s face. The last who did found himself a head shorter than before. The gossipers have rude words to say about me and my siblings as well. Many think we are weaker magically and have no special talents. Well...that is some bullshit. I have my Mega Seer abilities, proving that my mother’s ‘lesser’ blood does not affect her children negatively.
Yet no one knows this and I want it to stay this way. You may ask how people can’t tell the signs. Most seers have a visual cue that shows they are about to enter a trance. Of course, when you are always in this state of being in a trance, no one will tell the difference. Also people are stupid.
The last question you asked ‘how are you sane?’. Have you read what I have just written? I am obviously not; no seer is. Too busy living in the future to focus on the present.
But I haven’t said the worst thing about being a seer. Which I discovered when I was 10...
I have been in love with a man for 6 years and we have never even met. Awesome….