The Forbidden Forest...
The Forbidden Forest lay cloaked in heavy mist, its towering ancient trees whispering secrets to the night.
Owls had long fled, and even the spiders had retreated deep into their webs.
Something unnatural was stirring.
Beneath a clearing,
Where no light touched the mossy floor, several giants—
massive and cruel—
Stood bound by magical chains, each one grunting, growling, and tugging restlessly against their restraints.
Their yellowed eyes burned with fury, long forgotten by the world and trapped in this secluded prison.
Around them moved a dozen dark wizards,
Their wands glowing dimly with forbidden runes as they completed the final parts of a dark ritual.
"Keep the giants calm,"
Hissed one,
"They'll be of no use if they turn on us."
Chains snapped—
One by one—
As the restraining magic was unravelled.
The leader stepped forward, face hidden behind a bone-white mask.
"Once the Dark Lord arrives, we breach Hogwarts at midnight. These beasts will rip through its gates and towers. No more hiding. No more whispers."
But what they didn't know…
Voldemort was already gone.
He had fled—
Defeated, stripped of form once again.
His promise to aid them was a lie now buried under fear.
Suddenly—
A deep rumble echoed through the forest floor.
Then came the unmistakable sound of galloping hooves.
Thud. Thud.
Thud. Thud.
From the shadows,
The centaurs emerged—
Swift, silent, and grim.
Dozens of them surrounded the clearing, bows drawn, spears levelled, their eyes glowing silver in the dark.
At their lead stood Magorian, his mane braided in ancient war style, flanked by Bane and Ronan.
"This forest is sacred."
Magorian declared, voice cold like stone.
"Your presence here... is a defilement."
The dark wizards tensed, but didn't lower their wands.
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"____"
One of them sneered,
Sneer~
"Animals playing warriors again?"
Another spat.
"Step aside, beasts. We're not here for you."
Ronan's expression darkened.
"You stink of corruption. And you speak of war in a place that bleeds from old wounds."
The centaurs gave them a chance—
One chance—
to walk away.
But the dark wizards merely laughed.
One even dared raise his wand, aiming it mockingly at a younger centaur.
That was the final straw.
Magorian's command rang out like thunder.
"Strike!"
Arrows whistled.
Whistle~ Whistle~
Spears flew.
Woosh~
Magic erupted.
The clearing exploded into chaos as centaurs charged with primal fury, hooves pounding the earth, spears impaling dark robes.
Their bows loosed enchanted arrows that shimmered with silver light—
Deadly precise, piercing dark shields.
The dark wizards fought back, launching curses and hexes, setting trees aflame, trying to control the freed giants.
But the giants, now unchained and wild, roared and turned on everyone, smashing indiscriminately.
One lifted a wizard like a doll and threw him across the trees,
Ahhhhh~
where he vanished into the darkness with a sickening crunch.
A centaur screamed as a blast of green light struck him, but before the wizard could celebrate, three arrows pierced his chest, one right between the eyes.
The forest burned.
Screams of wizards, centaurs, and raging giants echoed across the trees, sending flocks of ravens into the sky.
But even in the chaos, the centaurs held their ground, protecting their home with ancient unity and untamed rage.
The battle had begun—
And the Forbidden Forest would remember this night forever.
Hogwarts...
The night air over Hogwarts buzzed with magical tension.
And then came the sound—
Deep, thunderous, bone-chilling—
echoing from the Forbidden Forest.
BOOM!
Inside the stone halls of the castle, Argus Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, yowled and scurried under a bench, trembling.
The portraits stirred uneasily, and the enchanted suits of armour shivered in place as the very ground seemed to hum with unrest.
Deep inside the forest...
Hagrid, on his nightly patrol, had been trudging through a narrow trail, his crossbow in one hand and Fang, his giant boarhound, at his side.
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A small lantern bobbed from his belt.
"Stay close, Fang."
He muttered.
Suddenly, the explosion of magic not far ahead made the trees quake.
"Merlin's beard—what in the—?"
Fang growled lowly, his ears flattening.
From where they stood, Hagrid could already see the sky flash in diffrent colours and silver—
A sign of duelling.
His instincts roared to life.
He gripped his wand, long and knotted like a tree branch, and began to move quickly toward the source of the chaos.
Despite his size, Hagrid could move fast when the need arose.
"C'mon, Fang! Somethin's wrong... somethin's real wrong..."
Hogwarts...
Potion Office...
Inside the Potion Office,
Professor Horace Slughorn, who was temporarily overseeing school matters during the absence of Dumbledore, Minerva, and Leo, was pacing anxiously.
He'd just been alerted by a magical alarm—
One was tied to the protective wards of the Forbidden Forest.
He adjusted his emerald-green velvet robe and turned to the others already gathered.
Professor Filius Flitwick, the charms master, stood poised with wand in hand, barely reaching the table's edge.
Beside him, Professor Pomona Sprout, the young and spirited Herbology professor, had just thrown on her cloak, a belt of vials and magical seeds slung over her shoulder.
Slughorn's usually jovial face was now grave.
"We don't know the full extent of what's happening."
He began,
"But if those spells are reaching this far… we must assume it's no mere skirmish. The students are safe for now. But something's invading the forest."
Flitwick spoke, his voice high and calm.
"I've seen centaur arrows in that light. This isn't just dark magic—it's a full conflict."
Pomona's eyes narrowed.
"Do we alert the Aurors?"
"Not yet,"
Slughorn said.
"We investigate first. Discreetly. No panic. If we need backup, I'll signal from the forest."
He turned, his voice firm—
Rare for him.
"Get your strongest spells ready. We're walking into something dangerous."
Within minutes, the three professors slipped through the main entrance and into the night, wands lit and senses sharp.
From above, the enchanted sky rippled, reflecting the battle's chaos.
They moved fast, following the magical traces—
And heading straight for the roaring heart of the Forbidden Forest, where giants, centaurs, and dark wizards clashed with fury and fire.
The forest was bleeding.
And the defenders of Hogwarts were on their way.
Forbidden Forest...
The trees thinned as Hagrid burst into the clearing,
The violent din of battle slammed into him like a wall.
His lantern swung wildly as he took in the chaos before him.
— Chains lay broken, massive links scattered around the forest floor.
— Giants and ogres, once bound, now rampaged, bellowing with savage glee.
— Dark-robed wizards hurled spells at the defiant centaurs, who returned fire with arrows glowing silver in the moonlight.
Hagrid's heart thudded.
"What in blazes...?"
For a second, his mind raced.
'Smuggling magical creatures? Giants here? Luring them toward Hogwarts?'
His eyes narrowed.
"____"
"They're up to no good. Not while I'm 'ere!"
He dropped the lantern, slung the massive crossbow into position, and took aim.
TWANG!
A bolt flew straight into an ogre's chest—
A weak spot just beneath the collarbone—
And it let out a roaring wail, toppling backwards onto a pair of stunned dark wizards.
Roar~
"THAT'LL TEACH YEH!"
Hagrid bellowed, reloading in a flash.
Another ogre charged, swinging a tree trunk like a club.
Hagrid rolled to the side, surprisingly nimble, and fired again—
This time, into the creature's knee joint, forcing it to collapse with a ground-shaking.
THUD.
Fang, ever loyal but smarter than he looked, had darted into the underbrush.
From his hiding place, he waited, watching carefully.
The moment a dark wizard stumbled near, injured or distracted—
CHOMP!
Fang lunged, biting hard into ankles and calves, dragging one wizard down before bolting away to safety.
A howl of pain followed him each time.
"Atta boy, Fang!"
Hagrid roared between bolts.
Suddenly, a red spell came too close, singeing Hagrid's coat.
"Yeh wanna play dirty?!"
He roared, pulled out his tree-branch-like wand,
And blasted a dark wizard straight into a tree with a booming
"STUPEFY!"
A moment later...
There was a flash of light between the trees, and the sound of rushing feet. Three figures emerged.
Professor Slughorn, breathless but wand-ready, eyes wide at the battlefield.
Professor Flitwick, already leaping onto a rock for a better vantage point.
And Professor Pomona Sprout, tossing magical vines from her belt that surged forward to entangle the legs of an oncoming ogre.
"Sweet Circe!"
Slughorn gasped.
"Is that a giant?!"
"Worry about that later!"
Flitwick shouted, already casting,
"Depulso!"
His spell knocked a dark wizard off his feet.
Pomona snapped her wand forward.
"Verdimillious Tria!"
Sparks exploded from her wand, and more vines burst from the soil,
Wrapping around ogres and yanking them to the forest floor with groaning creaks of branches and bark.
Hagrid, catching sight of them, waved from across the chaos.
"'Bout time ye lot showed up!"
Slughorn grunted, casting a protective shield.
"Better late than—DUCK!"
A fireball whizzed over their heads as another giant came crashing through, swinging a boulder. The professors scattered.
But now... the defenders of Hogwarts were united.
And they were ready to drive these invaders back into the shadows.
The clash of spells and arrows, roars of ogres and bellows of giants, the grunts of professors and war cries of centaurs—
All of it—
Stopped.
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"____"
Like an invisible hand had seized the forest's throat,
The entire battlefield fell into eerie silence.
Even the fires crackling on the trees were snuffed out,
Releasing a hiss like steam being released from a dying beast.
Then—
Chime... chime... chime...
A soft, bell-like sound floated through the air.
Hagrid's eyes darted toward the noise.
So did Flitwick's, Sprout's, Slughorn's... even the centaurs halted mid-draw, their arrows frozen on taut strings.
The giants and ogres, so savage and unrelenting moments ago, looked around with uneasy snorts.
From the smoke-shrouded treeline, a shadow began to emerge.
It looked vaguely feminine, cloaked in shifting darkness that pulsed like mist around her form.
With every step, that strange chime echoed—
Soft, haunting, like a wind bell swaying in deathly calm.
All eyes followed her.
No one dared to breathe.
She kept walking... until she stopped and turned her head—
Locking eyes with someone far across the battlefield.
And then—
WHOOOOMM!!!
A blast of wind tore through the forest as a thunderclap ripped across the sky.
Above, the moon vanished behind roiling black clouds.
The world dimmed.
A darkness—
Not just of night, but something primordial—
Swallowed the woods.
Even the centaurs, known for their pride and bravery, took an unconscious step back.
Then—
CRACK!
Another thunderbolt lit the heavens—
And in that moment of lightning,
She was closer.
Not quite in reach.
Not quite visible.
Just nearer.
That was all it took to ignite terror in every soul on that battlefield.
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"____"
"____"
Pomona Sprout whispered, barely able to form words,
"W-Who... is that...?"
Flitwick, silent.
Even Slughorn looked years older, his lips trembling.
Then came the final bolt—
And with it.
Valac.
She stood in full view, unmasked by shadows.
A pale, sculpted face like carved ivory.
Eyes that gleamed like dying stars, silver and unblinking.
Her hair flowed like ink in water, alive, moving even without wind.
And her smile—
It wasn't cruel.
It wasn't mocking.
It was the smile of a predator, watching prey forget how to run.
Her eyes swept slowly across the battlefield... and the giants and ogres crumbled.
Not to the ground.
To fear.
Their knees gave.
Their strength vanished.
As if instinct from ages past screamed.
"You are not the hunter anymore."
Without hesitation,
They turned and fled, crashing through trees, howling as they vanished deeper into the woods—
Gone like scared animals, chased by nothing but that gaze.
The dark wizards stood frozen.
One of them, perhaps braver—
Or more foolish—
Then the rest stepped forward with a shaking wand.
"W-Who the hell are y—?"
FLASH.
She vanished with the lightning.
FLASH.
"____"
She stood right before him,
So close he could see the faint red glow in her pupils, feel the air shift as she breathed.
She didn't speak.
She didn't have to.
The forest, already drowned in unnatural silence, now echoed with a single, blood-curdling scream—
A sound so raw and guttural it didn't seem human.
"AAAAAAAHHHH—!"
It was the dark wizard who had dared to question her.
But... Valac hadn't even touched him.
Everyone turned in confusion, eyes darting between her and the trembling man—
Until their gazes froze, horror blooming on their faces one by one.
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The wizard's eyes were bleeding.
Thick, dark streams of blood trickled from his ears, nostrils, and tear ducts, as though his brain were boiling from within.
His jaw hung wide—
Unnaturally wide—
And his pupils dilated in sheer panic.
"Wha—what is happening to him?"
Flitwick whispered, clutching his wand tightly.
Then came the most grotesque sight.
From the wizard's gaping mouth, something black and wet began to slither out, slow and deliberate.
Its skin glistened under the intermittent lightning—
Slick, scaled, and twitching.
"M-Merlin's beard..."
Slughorn muttered, taking an instinctive step back.
At first, they couldn't tell what it was... a spell? A parasite?
But then—
HSSSSSSSSSS!
The unmistakable hiss broke the silence.
And Hagrid's eyes snapped wide open, his face going pale despite the rain-soaked beard.
"Th-That's... that's snake,"
He choked out.
"Tha's—a snake."
The creature fully emerged from the man's mouth now, stretching his lips and jaw as it forced itself out, a black serpent as thick as a man's wrist,
Its body was adorned with faint runes that glowed with hellish red light.
It coiled around the dying wizard's neck like a noose, its tongue flicking in the air—
Then struck.
THWACK!
Its fangs plunged into his chest with bone-piercing force, causing the man to spasm violently.
Within seconds, the wizard's skin turned a sickly blue, veins darkening as the poison spread.
His eyes rolled back, foam bubbling from his lips.
He collapsed with a dull thud, limbs twitching once... then going still.
"____"
The snake lifted its head, turned toward the remaining dark wizards—
And hissed.
HSSSSS...
As if speaking for Valac.
And then, slowly, the creature slithered back to her feet, coiling at her ankles like a crown on a queen.
No one dared move.
Even the centaurs, who were rarely shaken, looked at her like she was not a witch—
But a darker being.
BOOOOOM!
A deafening crack of thunder lit the sky, momentarily blinding everyone.
When their vision cleared—
Valac was gone.
She had vanished without a trace, not a single footprint left behind—
Only the corpse of the wizard she had killed in such terrifying fashion.
Silence returned, eerier than before.
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Even the wind seemed to have stopped, as though the forest itself held its breath.
But then…
The dead body twitched.
First, a finger.
Then the hand.
Then his entire frame began to jerk violently, spasming in unnatural angles.
"What in Merlin's—"
Slughorn began, but the words froze in his throat.
The remaining dark wizards crept toward the corpse, cautiously raising their wands.
One of them murmured a detection spell—
"Specialis Revelio"
—but it fizzled uselessly.
Another cast a binding hex—
"Incarcerous!"
Too late.
The dead man's eyes snapped open, glowing an unnatural red, and with a terrifying shriek,
He stood up like a puppet yanked by invisible strings.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A sickly green light blasted out of his wand—
Striking down one of the dark wizards instantly.
"He's... he's one of them now!"
Flitwick yelled.
"Controlled!"
The undead sorcerer began launching deadly spells with brutal precision—
Cruciatus, Blasting Curses, Killing Curses—
His face was locked in a grotesque, lifeless grin.
And then—
One by one, the other fallen dark wizards also began to rise.
Eyes glowing, mouths twitching into horrid smiles, they turned their wands not on the professors...
But on their former comrades.
"Th-They're turning on each other!"
A centaur exclaimed, drawing his bow.
Controlled by Valac, the corpses slaughtered the dark wizards, their spells enhanced by some unnatural force.
Panic spread among the living enemies—
Some ran, others tried to fight, but they were being picked off one by one by their own fallen.
And above it all, the black serpent—
Coiled on a charred branch—
Watched without blinking.
Now emboldened, Hagrid, Flitwick, Pomona, and the centaurs joined the fray.
Arrows flew.
Spells collided.
Fang barked and bit at the legs of escaping wizards, vanishing into the brush and reappearing like a ghost.
It didn't take long.
The remaining dark wizards were overwhelmed.
As the last one fell—
Blasted back by a thunderous "Expulso" from Flitwick—
The battle was finally over.
Then, without warning, all the resurrected dark wizards collapsed, their strings cut.
Their bodies fell like ragdolls—
Lifeless and cold.
A whisper ran through the clearing, soft and chilling, though no mouth spoke it aloud.
"I came on my master's command…"
"Lord Morningstar."
The words echoed in their minds like a forgotten lullaby turned grim.
Everyone turned to one another, sharing wide-eyed glances.
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The one who smiled too little and watched too much.
Hagrid stared into the dark woods where Valac had vanished, muttering,
"Blimey, what kind o' man keeps... that... under his command?"
The wind blew again.
The forest exhaled.
And the moon finally emerged from behind the clouds—
Illuminating the battlefield littered with bodies, burnt trees, and a message that would haunt Hogwarts for weeks to come.
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