Harry Potter: The art of divination

*Narrator pov* 

Albus Dumbledore was just finishing his paperwork for the day ready to finally be able to tuck in for the night with a nice cup of tea when the floo flamed.

"Let me in Albus." the voice of Morpheus echoed around the room Fawkes perked up groggily 

Albus waved his wand with a sigh, "Come in." he said while opening a shelf under his desk and taking out a bottle of wine 

Morpheus stepped through the floo in a hurry catching Albus and putting the bottle on the desk, "No time for that Albus come we have to hurry."

Albus's eyes widened comically while he sprung to his feet, "No time for wine? Who are you and what have you done to Morpheus?" 

Morpheus shook his head, "We are in a rush Fawkes you are coming too, get Minerva to lock all students inside their house room we don't want anyone wandering near the forbidden forest tonight." 

Albus frowned, "What's happening?" he asked while sending a Patronus toward Minevea he and Fawkes followed Morpheus outside toward the forest 

"Tom is going to be attacking the forest tonight he has a pack of werewolves ready to begin their assault. My guess is he wants to wipe out the centaurs and then hold the forbidden forest until he is ready to attack the school." Morpheus explained quickly 

Albus frowned heavily, "We are going to need more than us." he remarked, "I shall call Filius, Abara, and Yowie." 

Morpheus turned, "No, you do not understand the centaurs are prideful I have an alliance with them thus I am bound to help defend against any attacks on their land. You as the headmaster and a friend of the centaurs are semi bound its not as ironclad as mine. If the other professors came then it would be a bad look for the centaurs, their pride would be wounded having been 'saved' by human wizards and their standing in the forest in question." 

Albus look truly angry, "Foolish, a pack of werewolves, especially Greybacks pack is not to be underestimated. How did you not see this sooner?" he asked 

Morpheus clicked his tongue, "Not important." 

His thoughts however were more sour, 'The centaurs put up far to many divination defenses around the forest for me to glimpse into anything more than a few seconds. My eyes are what alarmed me with the strand of the alliances as help' 

Entering the forest Albus received a Patronus, "Minerva say-"

"I know." Morpheus cut him off, "Remus is out here here waiting for the full moon." Taking a small hand size rod from his robe he dropped it from chest height, "Remus Lupin." the rod began to spin before pointing to the north 

Turning to Albus Morpheus smiled thinly, "Follow the rod and give this to Remus." he tossed Albus a coin, "The phrase is 'lupin' it will portkey him to a safe location for the night. Meet me back in the Centaur territory I need to see them at once." 

Albus nodded, "Be well.

***

Morpheus didn't bother walking he quickly apparated to the centaur village located near the center of the forbidden forest. 

"Morpheus! What brings you here?" Magorian cheerfully yelled in greeting clearly drunk as his fellow centaurs feasted 

Full moons were a time of parties and feasts in the Centaur culture, "Magorian, you are about to be attacked by the greyback pack and Voldemort. Get ready for battle my friend." 

Magorian sobered up instantly, "PREPARE THE DEFENSES!" he immediately shouted knowing not to doubt the man in front of him 

Bane ran across the village his soldiers behind him, "Chief who is attacking!" he asked in a hurry 

Magorian snarled, "Werewolves and the new dark Lord it seems, be ready for battle." 

Banes's eyes widened, "Wolves and wizards." he grunted before turning, "ATTACK SQUAD WITH ME! BOWMEN WITH THE CHIEF!" 

The forest was alive with chaos as the full moon hung heavy in the sky, its light bathing the trees in an eerie silver glow. From the northern edge, the howls of werewolves grew louder, a bone-chilling prelude to the violence to come. The centaurs had sprung into action with impressive efficiency, their camp transformed into a fortress in moments. Magorian and Bane barked orders as warriors took their positions, their bows strung and spears at the ready.

Morpheus stood at the edge of the camp, his wand held loosely in one hand while his sharp gaze scanned the forest. His mind raced as he calculated the odds.

The ground vibrated as hoofbeats joined the cacophony of snarls. Centaur archers moved in disciplined lines to the treetops, blending seamlessly with the shadows, while spearmen formed a tight perimeter. The tension in the air was suffocating, every breath thick with the mingled scents of fear, sweat, and the musk of predators closing in.

A guttural roar shattered the quiet. Greyback was here.

From the darkness, a massive, scarred werewolf leapt into the clearing, his yellow eyes gleaming with malice. Behind him, the pack emerged, their shapes flickering between man and wolf under the sway of the full moon. They howled as one, and the sound sent shivers through even the bravest of the centaurs.

"Stand your ground!" bellowed Magorian, raising his spear.

The first volley of arrows rained down, silver-tipped shafts streaking through the night. Several werewolves fell, their shrieks of agony cut short as the enchanted weapons pierced flesh. But the pack was relentless, charging through the barrage with horrifying speed.

Morpheus raised his wand, his voice calm but firm. "Confringo!"

The curse erupted from his wand in a burst of fire, engulfing two wolves that had broken through the front line. The explosion illuminated the battlefield, revealing the grim reality of the fight. Centaurs clashed with snarling beasts in vicious melees, the air filled with the sounds of steel meeting claws and the cries of the wounded.

From the west, a cold, mocking laugh echoed, freezing the blood of everyone who heard it. Voldemort stepped into the fray, his serpentine face twisted in cruel amusement.

"How noble of you, Morpheus, to die for your friends," Voldemort hissed, his voice carrying unnaturally over the din of battle. "And Albus, where is he? Surely he wouldn't miss such a spectacle."

Morpheus turned to face the Dark Lord, his wand steady but his eyes calculating. "You overestimate yourself, Tom. This forest belongs to the centaurs, and tonight, they fight with me."

"How quaint," Voldemort sneered, his wand flicking almost lazily. A bolt of green light shot from its tip, but Morpheus was already moving, deflecting the curse with a sharp twist of his wand.

The battle between the two wizards began, spells tearing through the air with deadly precision. Trees exploded into splinters, the ground churned with the force of curses, and the very air seemed to crackle with raw magic.

Suddenly, a flash of golden light cut through the chaos. Fawkes soared into the clearing, his song resonating like a balm against the terror. In his wake, Albus Dumbledore appeared, his robes billowing as he strode forward with calm determination.

"Tom," Dumbledore greeted, his voice steady but edged with steel. "Still playing at conquest, I see."

"Dumbledore," Voldemort snarled, his composure slipping for a fraction of a second. "You cannot win this war."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with an infuriating calm. "Wars are not won by the likes of you, Tom. They are endured and survived by those who stand together."

Without further preamble, Dumbledore raised his wand, and the air shimmered with a radiant blue light. The two titans of magic clashed as the ground beneath them buckled and trembled under the weight of their spells. Lightning arced between their wands, illuminating the carnage surrounding them. Voldemort sent a wave of crimson fire roaring toward Dumbledore, its heat searing even the distant combatants. With a fluid motion, Dumbledore conjured a swirling vortex of water, the two elements clashing in a violent hiss of steam that obscured the battlefield.

"Is this your great plan, Albus?" Voldemort taunted, his voice cutting through the roar of magic. "To delay the inevitable?"

Dumbledore said nothing, his focus unwavering as he summoned massive roots from the forest floor to ensnare Voldemort. The Dark Lord laughed, slashing through them with a fiery whip that lashed the ground, leaving scorched scars in its wake.

Meanwhile, Morpheus fought with brutal efficiency. His wand moved in sharp, calculated flicks as he dispatched werewolf after werewolf. When one lunged at him, he sidestepped with inhuman agility, slashing his wand downward.

"Diffendo prima!"

The werewolf yelped as deep gashes opened across its body, collapsing in a pool of blood. Morpheus didn't pause, his eyes scanning for the next threat.

"MAGORIAN, HOLD THE WEST FLANK!" he bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Magorian, his spear slick with blood, gave a grim nod. "Archers, suppress the stragglers! Do not let them regroup!"

From the treetops, centaur bowmen unleashed another volley of silver-tipped arrows. Greyback himself snarled as one grazed his shoulder, but the massive werewolf was undeterred.

"FOOLS!" Greyback roared, his voice guttural and primal. "YOU THINK YOUR PITIFUL TOYS WILL STOP ME?"

He leapt into the air, landing amidst a group of centaurs with devastating force. His claws slashed through their armor, blood spraying as he tore into their ranks. Morpheus turned his wand on him, casting a series of quick, brutal curses that forced Greyback back.

"Expulso!"

The spell exploded at Greyback's feet, sending him hurtling into a tree. The werewolf rose, snarling, his yellow eyes locking onto Morpheus.

"You'll be my next kill, wizard," Greyback growled, advancing with terrifying speed.

Morpheus met his charge head-on, slashing his wand in intricate patterns. He cast a freezing charm that coated Greyback's limbs in ice, slowing him just enough to evade his swipes.

In the heart of the battle, Voldemort and Dumbledore's duel had escalated to an unthinkable level. The ground beneath them had cracked, glowing with the residual energy of their spells. Voldemort unleashed a torrent of serpents from his wand, their fanged maws hissing as they surged toward Dumbledore.

With a calm wave, Dumbledore transfigured the serpents into harmless vines that coiled harmlessly at his feet. "You rely too much on fear, Tom," he said, his voice carrying over the battlefield. "It makes you predictable."

Voldemort snarled, unleashing a black, swirling curse that consumed the air around them. But Dumbledore raised his wand high, summoning a dome of pure white light that repelled the darkness.

Below them, the battle raged on. Magorian and Bane fought valiantly, their warriors holding the line against the relentless werewolf assault. Centaur arrows rained down like deadly meteors, thinning the pack but not breaking their resolve.

Morpheus looked over to Albus and Tom seeing their battle and Albus barely having the edge he smiled. Turning back to Greyback Morpheus flicked his wand causing roots to spring out and engulf the werewolf then he swiped downward burying the creature. With a snort, he turned and transfigured some of the flying arrows into javelins killing serval werewolves at a time. 

Voldemort, sensing the shift in momentum, growled in frustration. He conjured a wave of fire to scatter the centaur archers, but Dumbledore struck with a single, well-placed spell that shattered the flames and sent Voldemort staggering back.

"Tonight, you will not win," Dumbledore declared, his voice ringing with authority.

"This isn't over!" Voldemort spat, his face a mask of fury. With a crack of displaced air, he vanished, leaving the battlefield behind.

The remaining werewolves, seeing their leader retreat, broke ranks and fled into the forest. 

As silence settled over the clearing, the full moon still shone brightly. The centaurs surveyed the battlefield, their numbers diminished but their spiritswere unbroken.

Magorian galloped over to the two, "Thank you for your assistance." he said sincerely 

Morpheus smiled, "All apart of the deal my friend go tend to your wounded." 

Albus looked concerned, "Do you need anything to help the wounded?" he asked 

Magorian shook his head, "No this is plenty." 

Albus nodded before turning to Morpheus, "I'm going to check to see if any of them left the forest. I presume Mr lupin will be brought back safely?" 

Morpheus nodded, "of course." 

Albus smiled and then quickly disappeared. 

After he left Morpheus walked to the spot where he buried Greback and flicked his wand unearthing the beast it was clearly knocked out but not dead. He took a portkey and laid it on the body, "cell one." he whispered watching the wolf as it was whisked away 

Magorian came behind him, "You are truly a vile man." he uttered in disgust 

Morpheus grinned, "Tend to your wounded Magorian I fear your next battle will be soon." 

"What will you do to him?" Magorian asked then scoffed, "Dont answer best I not know."