Harry Potter: The art of divination

Morpheus watched impassionately as the magic and life drained from Fenrir's body. The wolf god stopped groaning at this point his body too weak and numb to the pain. 

"You damn trickster!" Fenrir ground out trying his hardest to stop the draw 

Morpheus didn't reply but his smile widened. 

Fenrir barker in defeated laughter, "So much like my father!" 

Morpheus's face turned into a scowl as he increased the drain, "Quiet." he demanded

At the point Fenrir was nothing but bones his flesh deteriorating fast enough for the most mundane eye to see it. 

First came the flesh then soon after the bones until nothing was left. The crystal at the center was glowing with magic now and Morpheus couldn't be happier. Taking the crystal he placed it in a wooden box and sealed it carefully. 

Taking a portkey Morpheus disappeared leaving the forest. 

***

Morpheus walked slowly down the steps of his manor reaching the most protected part of it. A giant black pool bubbled softly, he bent down cutting his palm, and let blood drip slowly into the pool.

After a minute or so Morpheus healed his palm and then took out the crystal and placed it on a pedestal next to the pool. The pedestal was heavily engraved and had a stone pathway that led down to the pool. 

Morpheus activated the enchantments and let the carvings glow softly, the pathway began to slowly fill then drip into the pool. 

Each drop that splashed into the pool made the black substance bubble angrily. 

He smiled softly. 

"Soon." Morpheus mumbled turning to head back up the steps

Morpheus drafted a quick letter to his brother and then sent it off with Negary before heading to his floo system, "Hogwarts, Professor Morpheus's room." the fire glowed but didn't let him through as it waited for the password, "Herpo." the fire surged and Morpheus was swept into his office

The castle was a hub of activity not just teachers and students were present but also Aurors and healers that were brought to the castle to have or perform emergency care. They were still in the process of healing after what happened in Hogsmeade. 

Morpheus walked up to Albus's office, the headmaster looked beyond stressed-out papers littering his desk, "Busy?" Morpheus asked with a knowing smirk 

Albus groaned a smile playing at his lips, "Want to trade positions?" he asked in jest 

"I've had my fair share of paperwork I assure you it never gets better." Morpheus quipped while taking the seat across from Albus 

"Have you heard?" Albus asked

Morpheus shrugged, "Heard what? I've been away." 

Albus took off his glasses and massaged his brow, "Apparently something has been spreading around recently, just rumors so far I assure you." 

Morpheus perked up, "Well don't keep me in suspense tell me more what is it." 

"Voldemort is dead and someone else has taken leadership of the death eaters." Albus said gravely 

"I believe it." Morpheus replied while taking the diadem from his pouch and tossing it on the desk, "That was a Horcrux until recently, I don't know what happened but somehow it was destroyed. Im sure that was the same for the others." 

Albus frowned, "This is alarming, a new enemy perhaps?" 

Morpheus shook his head, "No Albus, a new ally." his smile seemed to light up the room 

And it made Albus uneasy. 

***

America: Salem, Massachusetts

In the heart of Salem, the magical community gathered under the flickering lights of their hidden town square, oblivious to the nightmare about to unfold. The wards that had protected the town for centuries shimmered weakly as the sky tore open. A crimson rift spiraled above the town, and from it descended demons wreathed in sulfuric smoke.

Shops along the cobblestone streets—purveyors of enchanted potions and charmed relics—burst into flame as infernal creatures unleashed waves of fire. An angelic figure, its wings too bright to behold, landed in the square. Its presence should have been comforting, but when it raised its silver sword, it sliced through the wardstone at the center of town, unraveling the protective enchantments.

Magical folk fought back with hastily cast spells—shimmering barriers and blasts of light—but the invaders were relentless. One by one, Salem's defenders fell, their screams echoing into the night.

Brazil: Manaus Enclave

Deep within the Amazon rainforest, hidden by layers of ancient wards, the Manaus Enclave thrived in harmony with its surroundings. The lush greenery buzzed with magical energy, but that serenity shattered as the ground cracked open. From the depths crawled monstrous creatures with jagged limbs and venom dripping from their fangs.

The enclave's magical guardians, wielding staffs carved from sacred trees, summoned protective barriers, but their efforts faltered when a god stepped forth from the darkness. It was a towering figure adorned in jaguar pelts and gold, its eyes glowing with the fury of a storm. With a single roar, it shattered the magical defenses, and demons flooded the enclave, their howls drowning out the chants of the defenders.

Africa: Timbuktu, Mali

In the hidden magical sanctuaries of Timbuktu, where ancient manuscripts containing spells and histories sat undisturbed in enchanted vaults, the air grew heavy with an unnatural stillness. The crescent moon above seemed to flicker, and without warning, swirling portals of obsidian fire tore open in the sky.

From the portals spilled legions of demons, their forms a grotesque mix of sharp horns, leathery wings, and glowing, ember-like eyes. They surged toward the ground, their laughter a chilling cacophony that drowned out the chants of the magical defenders. The witches and wizards of Timbuktu raised their staffs and wands, conjuring shields of light and storms of sand to repel the invaders, but the demons moved with unnatural speed.

As the defenders faltered, the largest portal widened, and through it stepped a towering demon with charred skin and a crown of jagged bone. With a guttural roar, it raised its hand, summoning waves of fire that engulfed the magical marketplace and shattered enchanted domes.

The vaults, long thought impenetrable, groaned under the weight of the attack. The sanctuaries' wards flickered and failed as the demons overwhelmed them. The ancient knowledge housed within the sanctuaries—spells older than recorded history—was now within the grasp of these infernal invaders.

With their defenses broken and their leaders scattered, the magical community of Timbuktu could do little but flee into the night, leaving behind a city consumed by flames and the jeers of victorious demons.

Asia: Kyoto, Japan

The ancient magical shrines of Kyoto, nestled within the mountains, had stood untouched for millennia. Their wards glowed softly, a testament to the magic that flowed through the land. But tonight, the glow dimmed as the air turned frigid. The torii gates that marked the sanctuary twisted and cracked, and from them spilled spectral figures with burning eyes.

Angels descended in a rain of fire, their celestial armor clashing with the sacred statues guarding the shrine. Demons followed, their claws scraping against the ancient stone as they pursued the shrine's monks and witches. A god stepped forward, draped in robes of shifting shadows, and raised a hand. The mountain itself shuddered as its magic was drained, leaving the defenders powerless.

Each attack left behind devastation, not just in lives but in the magical communities' sense of safety. The world of magic had been shaken, its ancient protections torn asunder.