Chaos and Order - A Multiverse Fanfic

Avalon,

Surrounded by five of the Six Imperishable Artifacts, in the middle of a round table, there rested a spherical mirror.

It reflected the ongoing events of Hogwarts' Grand Hall.

The Order of the Immortal Lotus watched as the Cauldron of Mist spewed Darcie and Black's name. They watched as the children climbed the dueling platform.

They watched as the events unfolded as per their wishes.

The Green Seat, the Witch of Endor, looked at the 12-year-old, 4th-year Slytherin. "Circe," she said, her voice misting green. "You have been looking for Darcie in other timelines. Results?"

"Tch!" the Red Seat snapped. "I thought there would only be a few hundred, if not dozens, Darcie Malfoy in the timelines. These days, wherever my gaze is falling, there's a Darcie Malfoy in that timeline. Not even a breath of chance to call anyone of them remarkable."

It wasn't just that, though.

The reason behind Circe's foul mood was obvious.

The Six didn't belong to any timeline in the Random World of Harry Potter. It made them impervious to the ongoing births and deaths of the timelines. However, it also made them semi-alien entities from the timelines' perspective.

That's why, involving themselves with a storyline Character, or event, brought the wrath of Karma on them—

Karma—the prime mover behind the life cycles of timelines.

Karma—the authority of Timelines

As they had abandoned timelines to gain powers beyond what they could have ever attained, in the same way, the timelines too had abandoned them.

So, it was natural for Circe to be so unnerved regarding it.

All she was doing was to look for Darcie Malfoy. Still, every gaze held the potential for her to bear Timelines' wrath for such blatant trespassing.

If that was all, then they wouldn't have been looking at the events in the mirror, though.

King Solomon leaned over, crossing his fingers on the table.

"Arlen Black," he worded out the name with regal composition. "Oddly, his shadow is in all timelines, but we couldn't find a single Character similar to him."

By shadow, the Purple Seat meant Black's name being in the Book of Admittances across the Random World.

"There's something odd about this timeline itself," Hermes added, surrounded by orange mist. "I wouldn't be surprised if SHE did something to all Arlen Black just to bestow the Ancient Magical Script on this boy."

At the name of the Script, all Seats shifted on their chairs a touch.

The only thing that puzzled them was if Black could use Ancient Magical Script, then why he was so limited about it.

This wasn't just some random magic.

It could be said that the entire laws of the Random World of Harry Potter could be written, explained, revised, and obliterated using the Ancient Magical Script.

"Just being able to read and write the Script is not enough for that," the biblical witch told them, reading their thoughts. "I, and Merlin, have also touched the Script. What truly matters is the knowledge of applying it in the right way; Wisdom. Do you understand?"

"Is that why you arranged this fight?" King Solomon asked. "To push the boy to learn how far, and better, he can apply the Script?"

The Red Seat suddenly looked away from the spherical mirror, her gaze landed on the Green Seat.

This was something new and unknown to her.

Was the Biblical Bitch planning something behind her back?

Shockingly, and to their surprise, the Witch of Endor shook her head.

"I did not arrange it," she told them, her gaze matching Circe's. Her peaceful face under the green hood, just for a moment, blurred, taking the form of doom, making the Red Seat look away. "However, whoever arranged it, must have been going for the same question."

Silence.

After a while, they again began observing the spherical mirror, their eyes falling on both Darcie and Black, their interest rising in them with every passing moment.

It was then, like the buzz of an insect while enjoying a drama, that the Yellow Seat opened his mouth.

"I wonder," Abdul Alhazred mumbled to himself. "I wonder if the Outer One chose this timeline, knowing it had something unique or…"

Silence.

"Or what?!" Circe snapped, smacking her hand on the table.

Abdul looked at the Red Seat.

"Or…" The Yellow Seat seemed he didn't want to share his guess with others. "… if the Timeline requested an Outer One, hoping to become unique…"

King Solomon and others slowly stood up, the Imperishable Artifacts over their head shaking.

"You… have no idea what you are saying," the Witch of Endor stuttered.

Abdul shrugged. "Perhaps. Perhaps not. Isn't it true that when a timeline's status rises, or falls, it must undergo a Karmic Dissolution?"

"What rubbish!" Circe hissed. "DEATH would never assent to a timeline's uprising like this!"

"I am not so sure," Abdul added, the Necronomicon blurring over his head. "Who can tell what The Artificer thinks or not? Do you remember what was Merlin's prophesied?"

The four standing Seats sat back down one by one, each uttering one word.

"Death…"

"Destruction…"

"Madness…"

"… Doom…"

And the mirror under their listless gazes erupted with a thundering voice. "Depulso!"

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Boooooooom!

The spell blasted Black off the platform.

His feet left the white sheet, his chest caved, his breath exploded out of his lungs, and the wand in his hands slipped out of his grip, disappearing among the students.

With a thud, Black landed on the platform, bounced, and fell back.

Then he skidded a few feet, stopping right over the edge.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the crowd made a face as if feeling Black's pain.

One more push, and he would be out of the fight, as leaving the dueling platform was as good as giving up.

However, in the thrill of Darcie's attack and Black's current status, all students forgot that she didn't need to throw him off the platform.

The objective was to — incapacitate the competitor.

By losing his wand, Black was as near to someone incapacitated as one could be.

Madam Villanelle looked at a groaning Black and hesitated from giving out a decision.

She wasn't the alone referee, though. Dolores Umbridge had been this happy only occasionally, a wide grin planted on her face. She was just short of giggling out loud.

Even the Heads of the Houses behind her, sitting on Dumbledore's left and right, were shaking their heads.

Only the Headmaster had his blue eyes planted on Black, a ray of excitement and expectation bubbling in his gaze.

Umbridge cared for nothing.

"Mr. Arlen Black…" she began, raising her wand.

Groaning, biting his teeth, Black looked at Darcie, standing still in her position. She hadn't even moved an inch.

The look in those eyes was beyond emptiness.

It was as if she was looking at him with pity.

Pity...

Not only pity, she had even put away her wand. Now she was looking up at the enchanted ceiling, losing interest.

Pity…

I… do not accept this… Black told himself, pain bombarding against his chest.

Umbridge's words were croaking in his ears. "… I declare …"

I do not… accept this…

Why must he always lose to her? Why must he always come short against her? What did she have that he lacked? What was so great about her anyway?

"… Darcie Malfoy, the winner of…"

"I…" Black growled like a beast, half in a daze and half in anger. Under the pure silence, and a petrified Umbridge, he stood up and smiled. "… do not accept this."

Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!

Space trembled.

The world shook in all eyes.

Ears buzzed with a buzzing that stemmed from their souls. The very magic was gaining a rhythm around them. The children and the Professors involuntarily put their hands on their ears.

Yet, the buzzing persisted.

Standing on the platform, Black raised his fists and threw them down, roaring, "I DO NOT ACCEPT THIS!!!"

Then, as if time had slowed down, Black looked at Darcie, who had taken her wand out again, and uttered a word.

A strange word; a syllable…

… of some unknown Script.

And Black's entire body glowed blue, tiny, incomprehensible runes dancing around him.

Sitting on the High Table, the corners of Professor Albus Dumbledore's mouth arched up.

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