I sit alone.
That, in itself, is rare.
Nurmengard is rarely quiet anymore.
Voices, movement, magic—there is always something.
But today…
I ensured privacy.
A small chamber.
Sealed.
Layered with wards—some taught by Grindelwald, others… improved by me.
Because what I am about to attempt—
Requires precision.
And caution.
I sit cross-legged on the cold stone floor, a single candle flickering in front of me.
Its flame dances.
Predictable.
Simple.
Unlike what I now possess.
A Seer.
I turn the word over in my mind.
In my previous life, such an ability did not exist.
Not truly.
There were predictive spells, probability calculations, even time-based magic theories—
But nothing like this.
This is… different.
Innate.
Natural.
Unstructured.
Dangerous.
"I suppose," I murmur quietly to myself, "there is only one way to understand it."
I close my eyes.
And reach inward.
Not toward my magic.
But beyond it.
At first—
Nothing.
Just darkness.
Stillness.
Silence.
Then—
A flicker.
Not sight.
Not sound.
A feeling.
Something brushes against my awareness—like a thread, thin and fragile.
I grasp it.
And pull.
The world shatters.
Not physically.
But in perception.
Fragments.
Images.
Moments—
A great hall.
Candles floating in the air.
Children.
Robes.
A name—
Hogwarts.
Then—
A man.
Old.
Powerful.
Eyes filled with something far too knowing.
Albus Dumbledore
His gaze turns—
Toward me.
I release the thread instantly.
My eyes snap open.
The candle has gone out.
The room is cold.
And my breathing—
Is uneven.
"…Interesting."
I place a hand lightly against my chest.
My heart is racing.
Unacceptable.
I steady it.
Quickly.
Efficiently.
Then I analyze.
That was not imagination.
Not theory.
Not constructed magic.
That was real.
A glimpse.
Incomplete.
Unstable.
But real.
I look at the extinguished candle.
Cause and effect.
The ability draws power.
Not just magical energy—
But something deeper.
Focus.
Clarity.
Perhaps even life force.
I will need to test that further.
But more importantly—
The vision.
Hogwarts.
Dumbledore.
Future.
Or possibility?
That is the question.
"Seers in this world…" I murmur softly, "do they see certainty… or probability?"
If it is certainty—
Then the future is fixed.
If it is probability—
Then it can be changed.
I smile slightly.
I already know which one I prefer.
I shift slightly, leaning back against the stone wall.
This body…
It truly is superior.
Not just in potential.
But in design.
In my previous life, I cultivated power.
Earned it.
Built it from nothing.
But now—
I have everything I was…
And more.
All my knowledge.
All my experience.
All my mastery—
Combined with new talents.
Seer abilities.
A more adaptable magic core.
A body designed for growth beyond limits.
It is… efficient.
No—
It is perfection.
I raise my hand slightly, letting a faint thread of magic form between my fingers.
Controlled.
Precise.
Even now, my reserves are still small.
But my control?
Absolute.
And now—
I have foresight.
Even if incomplete.
Even if unstable.
That alone…
Changes everything.
A soft knock echoes at the door.
I glance toward it.
"I know you're in there," a familiar voice calls.
Vinda.
Vinda Rosier
I stand slowly, adjusting my posture before walking to the door.
I open it.
She studies me immediately.
Her eyes narrow slightly.
"…You did something."
Not a question.
Of course.
"I tested a new ability," I reply.
She exhales softly.
"I felt the magic shift," she says. "It wasn't like your usual casting."
"It wasn't."
A pause.
"…Should I be concerned?"
I consider that.
Then—
"Yes."
She stares at me.
Then laughs quietly.
"…At least you're honest."
"I see no benefit in lying unnecessarily."
"That," she says, placing a hand lightly on the doorframe, "is something you may want to reconsider in the future."
"Perhaps."
She studies me for another moment.
"…You're different today."
I tilt my head slightly.
"How so?"
"I don't know," she admits. "It's subtle. But it's there."
Of course it is.
I have seen something I was not meant to see.
And now—
I understand something I did not before.
The future is not a distant concept.
It is a thread.
Fragile.
Reachable.
And now—
So am I.
"I will be in the library," I say.
"Of course you will," Vinda replies with a small smile.
I step past her.
My mind already moving.
Already calculating.
Already planning.
Because now—
I do not just see the present.
I glimpse what comes next.
And that means—
I can change it.
Or ensure it happens.
Whichever I decide.
Because in this world—
They have Seers.
But none like me.
None who understand magic…
The way I do.