-Morpheus pov -
Albus Dumbledore, what an interesting man. He seemed to be cautious of me from the moment I stepped through the floo, I guess it would make sense seeing as he actively tries to get rid of all magic he considers dark including one of my specialties rituals.
Currently, I stood in a ritual pentagram a bound dear was by my side, I slid my silver ritual knife out from my robe and holding it firmly in my grip I kneeled next to the dear.
Holding its neck I gently sliced through the skin, blood began to pour on the ground as I recited the familiar incantations.
The plants around me began to shrivel up and die, if one had mage sight then they would see the energy from the dead plants, and dear surrounding my body. Unfortunately, I don't have the gift but I know someone that did and she said it looked like I was shrouded by magic and nature.
After all, that is the intent of this ritual it shrouds the caster from nature using a dear which symbolizes the powers of nature that aren't easily subdued as a sacrifice it shrouds you from others. Like centaurs, the human revealing charm, other people's divinations, and more. Sadly you need to reapply the ritual every month.
I strode back to my family manor, I hadn't been here in a long time I usually stayed in my manor located in Greece but, I foresaw big change happening in England soon.
My family the Everglades, I can understand why Albus was curious about us, we are generally a very recluse family that doesn't go out much. Those that do go out have been known to make a name for themselves be it in a bad way or a good way.
Of course, no one knows why that is. Our secrets are so great we made special vows that even the most skilled and sly witch or wizard wouldn't be able to break.
I walked back into the manor and saw an old friend sitting near my fireplace.
"What are you here for?" I asked lightly yet a little irritated he came to my home unannounced
"To talk, and I would like it if you would lift the wards on me! I would rather wait to enter than be locked in a chair," he huffed in irritation
I waved my hand allowing him to walk freely, "talk," I replied while pouring two glasses of fire whisky
"You came back and didn't think to tell me or Perenelle?" he asked taking a glass from my hand
I strode to my armchair and sat down, "I didn't think of it," I confessed earning a frown from him
"Gah, it doesn't matter! Now, what's this I hear of you wanting to become a divination teacher?" he asked leaning forward eager to hear my response
I chuckled, "Times are changing my friend, the art of divination is now known widely as a sham it's inexcusable if you ask me. And Hogwarts seems to be the center of quite a few of my recent divinations,"
"I see, Albus visited asking about you and your family," he said offhandedly
"Why you?" I questioned taking a sip of my whisky
Taking a sip for himself he chuckled, "He figures someone as old as I would know about the Everglades and he was my apprentice for a time,"
"Nicolas,-"
"I didn't say anything," he cut off my warning tone
"I didn't think you did," I replied with a small chuckle of my own
"If you need help old friend make sure to contact me," Nicolas said standing up and preparing to leave
"It's funny Nicolas, I was going to say the same thing," I replied
"Take care," he said with a grateful smile that spoke more volumes than words
He threw in the floo powder and disappeared in a flash.
"So it's true your back my lord," one of the portraits said giving me a curtsey
"That I am, miss?" I asked the portrait
"Phoebe Everglade formally Phoebe Black my Lord, they all told stories of you, shared drawings, and more. Most thought of you as a myth," she replied
"Are you connected to any other portraits?" I asked activating the wards around her portrait to make her tell the truth
"No my lord your family wouldn't allow it," she replied
Good at least they follow the traditions I had in place.
"Good, it's a pleasure to meet you, Phoebe," I replied with a soft smile that I could tell unnerved her
I am old very very old, I was born in Greece my father gave me the name Morpheus because I looked like I dreamed of the most pleasant things. My brother and I were practically glued to the hip both of us in love with the magic and the possibilities it holds.
When I began to grow old I did quite a few rituals and ceremonies some modified versions are even used today as pure blood traditions.
Anyway, I eventually realized I couldn't stay alive forever and made a plan, I researched day and night to find an alternative method, using my divination to help guide me.
At one point they called me the clear-eyed demon as if they knew what a real demon looked like.
I found a method, using my blood I concocted a ritual that would tie in with my own bloodline using my eyes as the trigger trait. I used various rituals to contain my memories and experiences through my blood like vampires.
On my deathbed, I performed the ritual. My soul when I died traveled to a very unpleasant place. I thought I failed and was being punished, until a hundred years later when I was born again.
I passed down instructions to my family members, even mixing my blood in our foods. I would grow old die and be reborn. Sometimes even from a squib.
Eventually, I found a method to become ageless but not immortal, every time I die I await my rebirth.
Even now I keep track of everyone in my family even if it's only a drop of my blood in them I make sure they are kept safe and eventually find a partner.
The Everglade family is secretive because we are unlike any other magical family, our library is massive containing every type of magic. Our family magic is even greater. Of course, we were not always called the Everglades.
Now that I'm back again after being killed I am prepared to live a long life and influence the young wizards and witches of the world. I already went to America and met up with my old family allies the Evernight's. Interestingly enough I actually was around when Phoebe joined the family, she just wasn't important enough to have gotten the chance to meet me. In fact, I was around during the uprising of Grindelwald I just didn't visit Britain or Nicolas, I was attending to more pressing matters and it just slipped my mind.
Britain is shrouded in discourse and strife. Personally, I am very interested to see what will happen in the future.
Bringing me out of my thoughts was the alert of an owl trying to breach into my home, my own familiar a raven shot out from my robes to intercept it.
Soon my raven flew back with a note in his mouth, "thank you," I said grabbing the letter
A Hogwarts seal was placed on the envelope, opening it I read, 'Dear Morpheus Everglade, you have been accepted as the new professor of Divination at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please prepare your course material and be ready by the start of the term on September 1st.
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Supreme Mugwump, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot'
Did this young man just put every title he owns on the letter?
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So yes he is super old but, he won't be super overpowered.