Chaos and Order - A Multiverse Fanfic

Hearing Dobby's trembling words, Darcie felt puzzled.

Darcie, however, had experienced much compared to her best friend.

She instantly recalled that there was a time when she had called Dobby, but he had failed to sense her.

Only later had Madam Villanelle told her that house-elves could only go to a place upon sensing its presence through magic.

Often, even the most powerful concealing charms weren't enough to prevent them from sensing its presence, leading to their absurd Apparation magic.

But there were even more complex, ancient spells, and magic constructions that not even house-elves could sense.

One such enchanted place was Avalon, where the Six from the Order of the Immortal Lotus resided, along with countless magical creatures, including wizards and witches.

Have we arrived at a place like that? Darcie questioned, a trace of worry rising in her heart.

Darcie hurriedly let Daphne know her thoughts, and she could see the same worry flickering in the young Greengrass' eyes.

"We must not lose rationality," Daphne said, encouraging herself. "Can you do something about these Billywigs, first? I can't even think properly with them kept trying to sting us."

Darcie patted Dobby and then nodded. "Dobby, cast a shield charm around us. Be brave."

Something stirred within Dobby, his trembling limbs regaining stillness.

"Dobby will keep the two misses safe," the house-elf promised, straightening his tiny spine. "Dobby's a knight!"

Snap!

"…?"

"…?"

No shield appeared, though.

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

And the trembling returned to Dobby's arms.

"Dobby can't do magic!" the house-elf screamed, horrified. "Dobby can't…"

For the first time, both Darcie and Daphne felt terrified.

Half of their courage came from the fact that they were with Dobby, a house-elf. But if he couldn't do magic, then…

"Darcie." Daphne worded, her face paling.

Darcie had already closed her eyes, her hand outstretched.

Specific. Belief. Intention.

At this time, Darice always sensed the magical force stirring about her, following her principles.

No response.

Darcie's eyes snapped open, her pupils trembling.

"Protego!" she shouted, hoping that the verbal magic would work.

Darcie's hand dropped, her heart pounding.

Was there any place on earth where she couldn't do magic? Was there any magic in the world that could cut a witch from her magical prowess?

Was there any spell that could bring down the magical community to the level of muggles?

Darcie drew a sharp breath, forcing herself to not lose her calm and compose.

She still had Lilith, Darcie remembered.

"Let's look around," she said, holding Daphne and Dobby's hands. "No situation is completely hopeless. Perhaps we will find some clues."

Daphne's breathing calmed down, her fingers cold. She nodded.

Swatting the Billywigs, getting stung, levitating, and pulling each other down, the girls and the house-elf kept walking around in the close, circular hall.

The hall was vast and old but other than torches, there was absolutely nothing.

Not to mention, the surrounding swarm made it almost impossible to see the entire hall.

"Darcie! Look!" Daphne shouted, pointing in the distance. "There's a door!"

Darcie's eyes lit up.

With Dobby between them, Darcie and Daphne crawled toward the door, one step at a time.

Alas! It wasn't a door at all.

It was a giant stone slab, standing tall within the ruin's circular wall.

Because of its rectangular edges, from a distance, it gave the impression of a door.

Daphne's face fell instantly.

"Weird," Darcie wondered, looking at the stone slab. "What's the point of erecting a rectangular slab within a circular wall, if it isn't an entrance?"

Darcie neared the stone slab, and her eyes narrowed.

She lifted her arm and ran it across the stone.

Suddenly, a massive amount of dust fell off and Daphne gasped.

What appeared on the stone slab was an enormous circle, with thirteen holes on it, placed at an equal gap in the circular arc.

In the middle of the circle, there was a vertical slit, as if one was asking to put something in it.

"Dobby knows," the house-elf squeaked. "That's for the portkey."

Darcie could already tell that it wasn't so at a glance.

Nonetheless, she tried putting the square, wooden portkey against the vertical slit, standing on her toes.

It was just too thick.

"Darcie, there's something written at the top of the slab," Daphne said, astonished. "Look, you can see the blurry edges through the dust."

"Dobby," Darcie looked down at the house-elf. "Up."

The girls lifted Dobby, who eagerly cleared the dust off the writing.

"Can you read it?" Daphne asked, noticing the foreign language.

It wasn't French or Latin, or even the young Greengrass could make sense of it.

"It's an old, mutated form of Anglo-Saxon writing," Darcie observed. "It says… Exit."

"What?!" Daphne blurted. "This is the exit?!"

"I think," Darcie observed, "either we will need to fill up all these 13 holes and the vertical slit, or at least one of them to go out of this place. What do you reckon?"

Daphne went silent for a moment, her hands almost squishing a Billywig to death, but failed to catch it. "If there's an Exit…"

"… then there's an Entrance," Darcie finished. "Let's go diagonally opposite this door."

The girls were hoping to find another stone slab as the Entrance.

But what they found was an actual door.

Daphne, now utterly shocked and terrified, stumbled back.

Even Darcie's eyes fluctuated with never-seen apprehension.

Standing in front of them, over 20 feet tall, was a door, giving off the most sinister aura the girls had ever felt.

It was entirely covered in runes, glyphs, horrible, devilish drawings, and protruding tiny demonic statues.

At another glance, those demonic statues felt like a contorted version of house-elves and goblins.

At the top of the door, there was a large stone slab, covered in the same writing as the previous door.

"Darcie…" Daphne tightened her hold over Darcie's fingers, as the young Malfoy translated the script.

"Through me the way into the suffering city," Darcie translated, her voice cold. "Through me the way to the eternal pain, Through me the way that runs among the lost."

"Darcie…" Daphne urged. "I am scared."

"Justice urged on my high Artificer; My Maker was Divine authority, The highest Wisdom, and the primal Love," Darcie continued as if caught in a trance. "Before me nothing but eternal things Were made, and I endure eternally."

"Darcie!"

Darcie looked at her best friend, and translated the last line, "Abandon every hope, who enter here."

Rumble!!!

The entire door trembled, the runes on it restructuring themselves, transforming into the same script.

"We have no other way," Darcie told Daphne.

Daphne's eyes had gone misty, but she held on.

Shockingly, the house-elf said nothing, as if he refused to show fear when Darcie was already holding her ground.

"There are more words," Darcie said, bringing her gaze to the hideous, dark door. "It should explain where we are, I guess."

"What…" Daphne mumbled. "What do they say?"

"Welcome, oh worthy!" Darcie translated. "Welcome to the Tomb of the Thirteen.

"— Descend into the Thirteen Circles of Hell, slaughter the Thirteen Guardians, and obtain my Legacy — the Dark Scroll!!!"

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