Harry Potter: The art of divination

I sat in the great hall eating my meal, the other professors talked around me but I wasn't focused on them at the moment. Soon I had to go to America for a short trip and I wondered if Albus was going to be difficult about it.

"Morpheus, I was wondering if you could meet with me soon. I'd love to chat," Mosi Abara the astronomy teacher asked his African accent was thick as he came from Uagadou

Peering over at him I saw he was avoiding my eyes, chuckling I replied, "I'd love to. I'm glad you asked, actually many don't consider the deep ties astronomy has with divination,"

He sneered slightly, "British fools don't understand the importance of the sky, I can't even teach half of what I want to,"

That got him heated glares from the other professors, I can now see why he isn't much liked by the faculty.

I laughed loudly at his comment, "I agree with you wholeheartedly my friend,"

"Say Albus I need to leave for a couple of days, only on the weekends though when I don't have classes will that be possible?" I asked with a gentle smile that didn't reach my eyes

Albus looked over at me, I could see him devouring my questions in his mind. Rubbing his giant beard Albus nodded gently, "I don't see a reason why you wouldn't be able to Morpheus,"

Suddenly a thick Scottish accent broke through, "Where will you be going?"

"Just over the pond, Minerva," I replied lightly

She nodded, "I'll let the students know you won't be available,"

Hmm, seems she is nicer than I thought. When I first heard her question I thought she was going to give little old me a hard time.

Giving her a bright smile I jovially replied, "Why thank you, Minerva,"

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Why is everyone looking at me like my smile is the creepiest thing they've ever seen?

*narrator pov*

At the Gryffindor table, a shaggy-haired child with round glasses was poking his food with a fork, mumbling aloud, "Creepy git gave us detention for trying to avenge you,"

Stiles, the student who was attacked by the demon blood-infected Ravenclaw Marcus Note, sighed deeply, "You didn't need to do that for me you know?"

A bark of laughter sounded beside the two, "Cheer up stiles! Me and James will always have your back,"

Stiles sighed but a large smile was still spread deeply across his face, "thanks guys but you know, I don't even know if it was a Slytherin,"

James scoffed, "had to be, me and Sirius messed with them so much they probably used you to get back at us,"

The time Sirius erupted in laughter, "We will just have to double our efforts to show those slimy gits they can't mess with you!"

Stiles sighed once more while wrily shaking his head.

James' head shot up from his plate, "Stiles are you okay? You seem sickly,"

Stiles shook his head sadly, "Truthfully I don't know what's wrong, I'm so tired all the time and I even went to Madam Pomfry and she said nothing was wrong with me,"

Sirius didn't say anything but an odd glint appeared in his eye.

As dinner began to wrap up students filed out of the great hall toward their respective common rooms. Sirius branched off from his friends and went to find his family.

Spotting Narcissa's blond hair Sirius jogged slowly up to her, "Hey cissa, can I ask you something real quick?"

She turned around and smiled softly seeing the black sheep of her family, "sure Siri, let's go over there," she indicated to a corner in the hall

Splitting from her own friends Sirius and Narcissa black walked slowly toward their destination.

"How's your second year Siri?" she asked gently

Sirius hasn't talked to her in a while as he doesn't get along with their family very much.

"Alright, I guess," he shrugged awkwardly

After a brief moment of awkward silence, Sirius took the initiative to speak up, "So I wanted to ask is there a dark curse that makes someone really tired all of the time but won't show up to healers?"

Narcissa gave him a long look thinking he was asking about such a curse so he could use it on her younger housemates.

Seeing her look Sirius spoke up hurriedly, "I mean my friend Stiles has had these problems lately but before the accident he was always energetic like me! It's really weird and the only solution I can think of is its the work of dark magic,"

Narcissa let out a sigh of relief she didn't even realize she was holding. Although she doesn't mind and even uses dark spells herself she doesn't want to provide any more ammunition for her cousin to terrorize the younger Slytherins.

She began to think deeply of any spell it could be.

Finally, after what seemed to Sirius took forever, she shook her head, "No any spell I can think of would be detected by Madam Pomfrey,"

"Bugger," Sirius mumbled his eyes downcast

Narcissa taking some pity on her poor cousin offered, "I'll keep my eye out for you,"

"Thanks, cousin!"

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A deep fog covered the dark dreary land, the silver dreamy moon shone brightly in the sky, and silver strips of light illuminated a dark building made of stone.

The weirdest part of the building was the glass dome that was in place of the roof. If one looked in from the dome one would see a large room with a circular old wooden table with twelve Grand chairs around it.

Each chair looked to be pulled from a fairy tale. Each was unique with its own patterns and carvings, its own metal and stones.

One was even made from bones.

Another glass.

One chair looked just like the starry sky.

*pop*

*pop*

*pop*

*pop*

One by one people began to appear in the chairs, some old and some young. Each carried a sense of mystery and wonder.

Before the last two chairs were filled an old voice asked, "Will Morpheus be joining us this year?" the speaker had a long black beard, wrinkles adorning his aged face, and eyes that resembled stars

He occupied the starry sky chair.

"I hope that creepy bastard doesn't come," a gruff voice muttered

"Tch, that bastard probably won't come," a young female voice said

Suddenly a loud laugh broke the tense atmosphere, "What's wrong with Morpheus!"

The young woman who spoke earlier sneered, "of course you like Morpheus Gregory, you both are creeps!"

Gregory sat in the chair made of bone while the woman named Samantha sat in a chair made of glittering stones.

"HAHAHAHA!" Gregory just laughed boisterously at her jibe

*pop*

Suddenly the second to-last chair was occupied, and in it, a middle-aged man appeared, he had a short beard with flowing black hair. The chair he sat in was crafted from what looked to be an old wood.

"Sorry I'm late, I see Morpheus hasn't arrived yet. Hm, he must want to be last," The man said with a soft chuckle

A different man tapped the table and said in a soft tone, "I hope he never shows up, whenever he does everything always goes to shit,"

At that everyone at the table agreed.

*pop*

"Fuck,"

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