Harry Potter: The art of divination

*Morpheus pov* 

"Let's walk." I said with a grin as he nodded in understanding 

The man wants to be shown what's going on? Very well I will show him to the best of my abilities. 

Albus isn't a pureblood like Arcturus where he would possibly have family journals detailing the truth of the world. 

No, Albus is someone who had clawed his way from a half-blood nobody to one of the most respected wizards in the whole world. A man like that needs to see to believe, needs to experience to understand. 

He walked beside me in silence as we wound around the castle stepping into the courtyard and heading toward the forbidden forest, "Finally allowing the centaurs to talk to me?" he asked lightly 

I shook my head in denial, "Not now Albus just walk with me." he nodded and entered the forest 

The forest greeted us with its usual darkness. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, the occasional rustle of unseen creatures punctuating the stillness. Albus walked beside me, his curiosity masked behind that calm, calculating demeanor he was so known for. But I could see it—in the slight twitch of his fingers and the way his gaze lingered a moment too long on the shadows between the trees. He was intrigued, but wary. Good. That would make this all the more impactful. 

We moved deeper, the canopy thickening overhead, casting dappled shadows that danced as the wind stirred the leaves. I led him down a path that hadn't been tread in years, faint traces of magic pulsing faintly beneath our feet.

"You're unusually quiet," Albus remarked after a while, his voice soft but sharp, like the edge of a knife testing the air.

"Observing," I replied simply, letting my words hang like mist between us.

When we finally stepped into the clearing, his pace slowed. Before us lay the remains of what might have once been a village, though time and nature had long since claimed it. Stone walls jutted out from the earth at odd angles, weathered and cracked. Ivy and moss wove through the ruins like a second skin, softening the jagged edges but failing to mask the sheer weight of what this place had once been.

Albus took it in, his blue eyes narrowing slightly. "This isn't just any ruin, is it?" he look around breathlessly, "I never knew any of this was here." 

"No," I said, stepping forward and running my fingers along a vine-covered archway that had once been a doorway. The stone beneath was cold and unyielding, but I felt the faint hum of magic that still clung to it like a ghost.

"I wouldn't expect you to know, this Albus is a graveyard. Beneath your feet are thousands of dead bodies, many like you and I humans just wanting to live." he looked shocked while gazing down at the soil beneath him 

"What is this supposed to show me Morpheus." 

"The people that lived here." I paused to think about my words, "They were relatively peaceful and kept treaties with all beings who inhabited the forest at the time. They even had a treaty with the school, of course the school was just in its infantcy stage at the time but there was one." 

I walked deeper into the ruins, "Ask the question, Albus." 

He looked around not paying me mind, "Who killed them?" he asked 

"Angels primarily, they wanted to expand into Britain and the Forbidden Forest was a key area to gain the proper footing. Why do you think Hogwarts was built so close to it?" I relied easily while bending over to pick up a handful of loose dirt 

He chuckled, "Angels? You expect me to believe angels actually existed and wanted to conquer Britain?" 

I laughed, "Exist Albus they still exist despite my continued efforts." 

He scoffed, "Do you take me for a fool?" 

I could feel his skepticism, "Much more than angels exist Albus, but I know you will not believe me right now. Eventually you will and I hope it is not too late." 

Standing I threw the dirt into the air. 

The dirt hung unnaturally for a moment, suspended as if caught in an invisible current. Then it began to shift.

The clearing came alive as the dirt spiraled and swirled, forming shapes and outlines that grew sharper with every second. A faint golden light emerged from within the chaos, illuminating the spectral scene unfolding before us.

The ruins around us shimmered, their jagged edges straightening, crumbling walls rebuilding themselves into proud structures of stone and wood. The village reassembled itself in a heartbeat, alive and bustling with spectral figures. Men, women, and children moved through the streets, their voices faint but distinct, carrying the sounds of laughter, conversation, and the occasional clatter of tools.

Albus stepped back, his eyes narrowing in cautious fascination. "This… is no ordinary magic," he murmured.

I didn't respond. The air grew heavy, crackling with an ominous energy as the vision shifted.

The golden light fractured, replaced by blinding white radiance descending from above. The sky itself seemed to tear open, and figures began to emerge. Tall and resplendent, they radiated an otherworldly aura. Wings of brilliant light spread wide, and their armor gleamed like polished starlight.

Angels.

But they were not serene or benevolent. Their faces were grim, their eyes sharp and unyielding. They descended like vengeful comets, and as their feet touched the ground, chaos erupted.

The spectral villagers screamed, their figures scattering as the angels unleashed their fury. Swords of light tore through homes, flames engulfing the once-peaceful sanctuary. The air was filled with the clash of steel, the cries of the wounded, and the guttural commands of the invaders.

A woman clutching a child ran past, only to be cut down by an angel's blade, her figure dissipating into a wisp of glowing dust. Men tried to fight back with crude weapons and spells, but their efforts were futile. The angels moved with precision, their expressions devoid of mercy, their purpose unrelenting.

I felt Albus stiffen beside me, his usual composure slipping as the scene unfolded in brutal clarity. "This isn't just a memory," he said, his voice tight.

"No," I replied, my eyes locked on the battlefield. "This is truth."

The dirt and magic twisted the scene further, showing the village's final moments. A towering angel stepped forward, its wings stretching wide as it raised its blade high. A blinding light consumed the village, and in an instant, all was silent.

The vision dissolved, the swirling dirt falling to the ground, lifeless once more. The ruins returned to their weathered state, the forest regaining its oppressive stillness.

I turned to Albus, his face pale, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Do you believe?" I asked softly 

He turned to me, "I don't know." his words were heavy, tired 

I nodded, "very well let us return to Hogwarts. I guess I will have to keep showing you the truth until you cannot answer with anything but yes."