Finally we meet the Seer!

I stood at the door, with much trepidation, as I didn't know what to do, with Sybil, now that Fate's meddling was not an issue.

When the door opened, the House-elf opened the door, and led me in. I made some small talk, asking if she had said something of mention, and if the elf had recorded it down.

When it answered yes, and showed it to me, I kept it in my space, and handed another one to it, while I kept my own Quick-quill ready.

Trelawney came to the drawing room, as expected like a little klutz. "Hello, my dear boy. Have we met before?"

I shook my head, and held her hand. "But I am sure, you have something to say to me, Blood of the Oracle. But before that, might I explain myself?"

She shrugged and said, "Hmm, sure my boy. Explain what?"

I prepared myself, "I didn't want the chosen one to fumble into his way, as he had too much burden to bear. The Dark Lord had been allowed to defy his mortality and escape his retribution for longer than acceptable. And I wanted to blood my hands, before the darkness seeped into the society like a plague. Please allow me to offer reparations, if I offended fate."

She blinked and held my hand, "Are you okay, dear boy? You don't look well."

The moment she held my hands, her eyes lost focus, her voice became hoarse. "Your actions have led to demise of the Dark Lord, and your deeds have saved many innocents from destruction. Your blood is regal, your mind is noble, your soul is pure and your actions are just. You are blessed by gods, and blessed by worlds. You need not fear my anger, here and beyond. You are decreed by fate, to right the wrongs, to save those you can, and punish those who deserve it. But if you stray from your path, another one shall rise, to strike you down. Just like you will do to countless others."

Aaaand like that, Sybil came to her conscious. "I am sorry my boy, did I say something?"

"No, you have said enough, Fate's voice. But, I must ask you, do you want to teach Divination at Hogwarts? A true Seer can teach a lot to the students, if there is another Fate's chosen there. And it will right the wrong, as the Chosen One is born."

She blinked, and was about to say something, when I called the elf. "Send for an owl, if she asks to teach Divination at Hogwarts. She must get lonely here. And make sure, she eats a lot, and imbibes less on her alcohols."

"Yes, noble wizard."

I looked at the elf funny, "Noble? Me?"

The elf nodded sternly. "Yes noble wizard. You are revered amongst the Hogwarts free elf, as the strongest wizard, they have ever seen. And you can perform greater feats, with your magic, than those with wands."

I nodded half-heartedly, and apparated silently, to a restaurant for a meal. I can be certain now, that fate doesn't have anything against me. So that leaves, only Death.

When the Horcruxes were destroyed, the other objects broke apart, but at my insistence, the ring was slit from the ring side, instead of the stone side.

If the stone was made by man, the pressure from the dark forces and dying soul of Voldemort would have destroyed the stone and its enchantments.

But when my mother handed the stone to me, without even a scratch, I had decided to rob the cloak from Potters and the Wand from Dumbledore to ask Death, if she wants the Hallows destroyed or given back to her willingly, as I don't have a need for the three gifts from Death herself.

I wasn't sure, if I wanted to leave them all to chance, and with Dumbledore getting along the years, I don't think he is the evil ambitious type, to want the Hallows for himself.

I reached the Hogwarts wards, and realised that the school allows me to apparate within and from outside into the castle.

I appeared in the Headmaster's office, and saw Dumbledore there. "Hey, Headmaster. The castle allows me to teleport across the wards, now."

He smiled, as he looked up from the parchment he was reviewing. "Yes, apparently, the castle finds you worthy too. Just like Fawkes does."

I shrugged. "Maybe. But I have something for you. I don't know, if you want it for yourself, for the school. But here you go!"

He looked at the small stone in amusement. "And what might this be, my boy?"

I grinned. "Why, the Resurrection Stone, of course. Along with your wand, and the Potter's cloak, it is one of the three regalia of Lady Death, herself."

He looked at me in utter shock, and looked down trembling at the stone.