Harry Potter: The art of divination

*Voldemort pov* 

I smiled as I read the daily prophet, the headlines proclaiming Morpheus Everglade had been attacked and arrested after the recent Wizengamot session. 

It was wise for us to have some of our Aurors planted at the scene so they could make the arrest before anyone protested. It was obvious killing him was neigh impossible without a full squad with so many around so I went with a different strategy.

It was wise of us to kill the Quills and Thorns bringing their votes to my side. It was a pity the minister decided to change the wording of the law I wanted passed but we won either way. And with the right amount of votes, I will be able to permanently get rid of the nuisance known as Morpheus Everglade. 

"Somethings wrong," Lestrange said with a frown after reading a letter sent from one of our spies 

I frowned, "What is it?" he sighed, "Apparently Morpheus has forgone all legal representation and is calling for an immediate trial."

Anger flooded my veins, "Double-check our allies! We should have the votes what is making him so unconcerned?" 

Everything went perfectly so why is it after Lestrange read that letter do I feel so nervous? 

*Narrator pov* 

The Hogwarts staff meeting convened in the Headmaster's circular office, its usual warmth and charm replaced by a tense, stifling air. The enchanted windows displayed a gloomy, overcast sky, the light barely filtering through the thick clouds, casting shadows on the room's ancient stone walls.

Around the large, oval table sat the professors, their faces pale and drawn. Minerva McGonagall perched stiffly on her chair, her hands folded tightly in her lap, lips pressed into a thin line as if containing a torrent of unspoken concerns. Her eyes darted occasionally to the Headmaster's seat, where Albus Dumbledore sat with an air of calm that seemed out of place amidst the charged atmosphere.

Professor Flitwick's fingers tapped nervously on the edge of the table, his usual cheer replaced by a quiet, jittery energy. 

Abara and Yowie sat side by side nervous energy oozing from the two. Abara was concerned over one of his greatest friends and Yowie although not liking Morpheus much still felt trepidation, Morpheus helped the dueling club a lot in the beginning. 

Albus's calm voice reached all of their ears, "Do not worry, I visited him earlier today he is being housed in a cell better than a house, and meals prepared by the greatest elves. He did not seem worried in fact dare I say it he seemed absolutely thrilled." Albus spoke with a charm that seemed to calm all others 

Minerva frowned, "I don't understand how he was arrested in the first place isn't it clear he was the victim?" 

Albus nodded, "Indeed he was the victim of an attack one I suppose was orchestrated by the dark Lord. It is clear he is being set up but, sadly with the justice system as it is politics come first." 

"Why should we tell the students?" Slughorn asked 

Albus smiled, "The truth, everything is fine and Morpheus will be back to continue his lessons as soon as possible." 

Far from Hogwarts inside the bottom layers of the ministry, Morpheus sat in his 'cell' across from him Rufus Scrimgeour the head Auror sat sternly waiting. 

"A bottle of wine might loosen my lips you know?" Morpheus said with a sly smile, "Oo maybe two bottles of wine one for me one for you?" 

"Are you sure you want to forgo your right to a lawyer?" Rufus asked sharply 

At first, Morpheus didn't reply he just stared at the stone-faced man in front of him. Then a smile crept back upon his lips, "I wonder, how angry you are right now. Your own Aurors arresting a Lord of a Noble and ancient house prematurely, the lord in question immediately calling for a trial. It must feel like a farce to you." 

Rufus shrugged, "Isn't it a farce, obviously my men were influenced by the people present in that room. I'm more curious as to why you seem happy it all happened." 

Morpheus smiled, "Ah wine might get you the answer." 

"You teach divination correct?" Rufus asked

Morpheus nodded, "I do," 

Rufus narrowed his eyes, "Did you see this happening?" he asked sharply 

Morpheus smiled this time it was genuine, "You believe in divination? I'm glad Rufus truly it seems many think of it as a fool's art it is a breath of fresh air to speak to someone with an open mind." 

Rufus cracked a smile that looked unnatural on his face, "My mother believed in it wasn't any good at it though. Now did you see it, I hear the talented diviners can see much more than us laymen." 

Morpheus laughed it grated Rufus's ears the professor's smile vanished in an instant, "Your mother was an Auror who specialized in wards, she didn't touch a single divination book in her whole life. Do not lie to me Rufus its unbeccoming matter of fact I think we are done here go. Fetch me when my trial is about to begin. I think it will be soon." 

Rufus scowled standing from his seat and exiting the room. 

***

The iron doors of the courtroom groaned open, and all conversation in the chamber ceased. Every member of the Wizengamot turned toward the entrance, their expressions ranging from curiosity to disdain. The enchanted torches along the walls burned brighter, casting flickering light on the stone floor as Morpheus Everglade entered, flanked by two Aurors.

Their boots echoed ominously, each step magnifying the tension in the room. The Aurors walked stiffly, their wands at the ready as though escorting a dangerous creature rather than a man. Morpheus, however, appeared utterly unbothered. His head was held high, his raven-black robes flowing behind him like shadows drawn by the light.

He paused just past the threshold, his eyes scanning the room. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he took in the scene: the rows of Wizengamot members seated in their elevated positions, some shifting uncomfortably under his gaze; the audience of nobles and journalists, leaning forward eagerly to devour every detail.

"Well," he said finally, his voice smooth and mocking, "what a warm welcome."

"Move along," barked one of the Aurors, shoving him lightly in the back.

Morpheus glanced over his shoulder at the man, his smirk widening. "Careful now, Auror. You wouldn't want to bruise a noble and ancient house's dignity, would you?"

The comment earned a few stifled chuckles from the audience, and the Auror's face flushed with irritation. Ignoring the man's glare, Morpheus strode forward with deliberate grace until he reached the central chair.

The chains on the chair stirred like serpents, rising to wrap around his wrists and ankles, but Morpheus remained unfazed. He sat down, crossing his legs as if it were a throne rather than a prison.

"Lord Everglade," the Chief Warlock began, his voice heavy with disapproval, "you stand accused of killing a Stewert Ralis heir to the ancient house if Ralis how do you plea?"

Morpheus tilted his head slightly, the smirk never leaving his face. "Not guilty," he said simply, his tone light, almost casual.

A ripple of murmurs spread through the chamber, and the Chief Warlock's expression hardened.

"You find this situation amusing, Lord Everglade?" he asked, narrowing his eyes

Morpheus shrugged and looked over to his right the prosecution looked ready for war and Morpheus grinned, "Let's start before I get bored."