Harry Potter: The art of divination

The air in the narrow, winding passage beneath Hogwarts was heavy with dampness, the earthy scent of stone and soil pressing down on the advancing Death Eaters. The initial group of ten, led by a burly wizard in dark robes, moved in near silence, their wands casting faint orbs of light that danced along the jagged walls. The only sounds were the shuffling of boots on uneven ground and the occasional drip of water from the ceiling.

They paused when a second group emerged from a hidden fork in the tunnel, joining their ranks with a nod of grim determination. Now twenty strong, the Death Eaters filled the confined space, their combined presence suffocating.

"Remember, no mistakes," growled the leader, his voice low and guttural. "We hit them from within while the others keep the Aurors occupied outside. The Dark Lord wants that castle."

The group pressed onward, their path illuminated by the flickering light of their wands. But as they ventured deeper into the passage, a sudden gust of cold air swept through, extinguishing their lights in an instant. Darkness consumed them, thick and impenetrable.

"What—?!" a startled voice barked from the middle of the pack.

"Silence!" hissed the leader. "Lumos!"

The tip of his wand flared, but before the light could fully illuminate the space, a choked gasp sounded from the rear. The group spun around, their spells poised. The light revealed nothing but empty space where the last wizard had stood.

"Stay together!" the leader barked, though there was a hint of unease in his tone.

They clustered tighter, their wands lighting the passage in fractured bursts. Another strangled cry erupted, this time from the middle of the formation. A wizard crumpled to the ground, clutching at his throat, his wand rolling away uselessly. Blood seeped between his fingers before he collapsed, lifeless.

Panic began to ripple through the ranks.

"Who's there? Show yourself!" shouted another Death Eater, his voice trembling.

From the shadows came a faint, chilling chuckle, followed by a whispered "Silencio." The panicked wizard's shout cut off abruptly, his mouth moving but no sound escaping. A blur of motion streaked through the dim light, and the wizard fell, a thin line of crimson tracing his throat.

Filius Flitwick emerged only briefly into the light, a shadow in the chaos. His diminutive stature betrayed nothing of his skill. A razor-sharp dueling blade glinted in one hand, its edge wet with blood, while his wand flicked effortlessly in the other.

The Death Eaters lashed out with curses, but their panic made them sloppy. Filius darted between them with astonishing agility, his movements swift and precise. A well-aimed Severing Charm slit one man's wand arm before the blade found his chest. Another Death Eater attempted to hurl a Killing Curse, but Filius disarmed him with a perfectly timed Expelliarmus, following it with a downward slash of his blade that left the man crumpled in the dirt.

"Regroup!" the leader roared, his voice echoing off the walls. "He's just one man!"

"You should have stayed above ground," Filius's calm voice echoed, disembodied in the darkness. "You'd have lived longer."

A flick of his wand sent a section of the wall collapsing, crushing two Death Eaters against the passage's jagged edge. Another fell as Filius leapt forward, his blade cutting through the air in a graceful arc. A deflection spell sent a barrage of curses back toward their casters, one striking a wizard in the face, leaving him writhing on the ground.

The Death Eaters' numbers dwindled with terrifying speed. Fear took hold of those who remained. Their spells became frantic, lighting the tunnel in bursts of wild, green light.

"Run!" one shouted, breaking from the group. He didn't make it far. Filius's blade found his back before he could reach the exit.

As the dust settled, the remaining few huddled together, eyes darting around the suffocating darkness. The leader's wand trembled in his hand.

"You've made a mistake," he spat into the void. "You can't stop us all!"

Filius's voice came again, soft and steady. "I don't need to stop you all. Just enough to send a message."

And with that, he moved once more, a silent storm of death, until the passage fell still and the echoes of battle faded into silence. 

Filius looked at the carnage and cursed in his mind, "He knows." he spoke to himself softly 

"The only reason he would want me here is if he knew what my role was inside the goblin nation." Filius cursed before cleaning up the mess leaving the secret passageway empty of any sign of battle 

***

Morpheus chuckled whole grinning at the dark Lord, "I've bested you in every way Tom, and yet you still want to go for the weaker opponent? Must you prove something to your old professor that bad?" 

Voldemort snarled in anger at the use of his true name, "SILENCE! AVADA KEDVARA!" 

Morpheus moved with breathtaking agility, sidestepping the curse with ease, his grin unfaltering. "Predictable," he mused, his tone almost bored. He responded with a nonverbal spell of his own, the ground beneath Voldemort's feet erupting into jagged spikes of stone.

Voldemort leaped back, his robes billowing as he evaded the trap, retaliating with a Fiendfyre serpent that coiled and lunged at Morpheus. The battle ground filled with the roaring sound of the cursed flames. But Morpheus didn't falter. With a measured wave of his wand, he summoned a torrent of water from thin air, the force of it extinguishing the infernal beast in a cloud of steam.

Some even stopped to gape at the display, "I thought you can't extinguish Fiendfyre?" one death eater asked another 

"Bloody hell." 

"You never could think beyond brute force, could you, Tom?" Morpheus mocked, his voice smooth. "So much potential wasted on a mind too narrow to see the bigger picture."

Voldemort snarled, shifting tactics. His wand slashed through the air, and dozens of shimmering, shadowy tendrils sprang forth, snaking toward Morpheus with alarming speed. But Morpheus met them with a silent Protego diabolica, a dome of searing blue flames erupting around him, incinerating the tendrils before they could strike.

"Stop playing games!" Voldemort hissed, his voice like a dagger. "You are nothing! NOTHING compared to me!"

Morpheus tilted his head, his grin widening. "And yet here we are," he replied, stepping forward, his wand tracing elegant arcs in the air. With each movement, the rubble around them lifted and spun into a vortex, the debris shaping itself into razor-edged shards that hovered ominously around Voldemort.

For a moment, Voldemort faltered, his eyes flicking toward the deadly storm of shards. But his arrogance would not allow him to show fear. He raised his wand, shattering the projectiles with a concussive wave of magic.

Morpheus's laughter echoed through the hall. "Your desperation is showing, Tom. Or should I call you by another name? Perhaps you'd prefer Riddle? Or maybe just boy—the boy who thought immortality was worth his very soul."

"You know nothing of my soul!" Voldemort spat, his voice shaking with fury.

"Don't I?" Morpheus replied, his tone darkening, his grin turning into a predator's smirk. "I know you've fractured it beyond repair. I know of every Horcrux you created—and I've done you one better. Two better, in fact."

Voldemort froze, his wand trembling in his hand. "You lie."

Morpheus leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming. "Do I? You've been so preoccupied with proving yourself invincible that you never stopped to think someone else might do it better. I know where they are, Tom. Every one of them. I could destroy them all if I wished—but where's the fun in that?"

Rage consumed Voldemort, his control slipping. He hurled spell after spell, each one a masterpiece of Dark Magic, but Morpheus danced through them with elegance and ease. A silent Reductor Curse from Morpheus struck the ground at Voldemort's feet, sending him stumbling.

As Voldemort regained his footing, Morpheus stepped closer, his wand now aimed directly at the Dark Lord's heart. "You wanted a rival, didn't you, Tom? Congratulations. You've got one. But this rivalry ends only when I decide it does."

Voldemort raised his wand again, but Morpheus was faster. A silent Expulso erupted from his wand, the force of it sending Voldemort crashing into the far wall. Before the Dark Lord could recover, Morpheus vanished into the shadows, his laughter lingering in the broken hall like the tolling of a bell.

"You've already lost, Tom," his voice echoed, disembodied. "You just don't know it yet."

Tom looked around before letting out a deep almost primal hiss the building around him broke apart revealing Morpheus standing in the corner with a smirk across his lips. 

Tom struck and Morpheus disappeared again, "So close Tommy!" Morpheus laughed while send a bone-breaking curse at Toms's cap 

"RAH!" Tom yelled in a mix of pain and rage as he crumbled to one knee, "How are you doing this!" he snarled 

Morpheus didn't respond suddenly he appeared in front of Voldemort, "Avada Kedavra." he whispered with a smile 

***

Albus knocked out another group of death eaters before turning to his companions, "Without the dark lords support they are faltering push farther in."

The group nodded cheers bursting from the crowed as everyone caught their second wind. 

Albus took the time to look over at the duel between Morpheus and Voldemort and shook his head in disbelief. 

Morpheus was toying with him. 

Just how strong are those so-called Demons and gods be? He wondered. 

Albus heard another loud cheer when Voldemort was forced to take a knee.

He looked so pitiful, so full of rage and sadness most of all madness and insanity. 

Albus saw the kid he once found in the orphanage, the kid that asked to stay in the castle instead of going home. 

The kid he let down. 

The child he turned away and led into a path of darkness. 

Morpheus popped up once more this time for the kill, "Avada Kedavra." Albus heard the whisper and acted lunging forward and flicking his hand transfiguring a stone slab to block the kill shot 

"He needs to face justice no man is above saving Morpheus!" Albus found his mouth moving before his mind caught up 

Voldemort look of fear turned into surprise then rage as he realized who saved him, taking a portkey Tom fled. 

Albus noticed he could hear his own breathing and turned. The battlefield was eerily silent as everyone gazed upon the spot The dark Lord used to be and where Albus currently stood. 

Looks of fury and confusion were plastered across his ally's faces.

"RETREAT!" the voice of one of the top death eaters broke through the silence 

And suddenly the war was back on but this time with the death eaters fleeing not all of them had special portkeys to make it out of the zone. 

"What have I done." Albus whispered in horror as he looked across the battlefield 

Only to see Morpheus with a giant smile across his face mouthing the words 

'Good job'

A/N: pls read next two chapters before saying I give Tom plot armor I promise it's not what you think. Also please someone notice the way I use Tom and Voldemort interchangeably 💔😭