Chaos and Order - A Multiverse Fanfic

Darcie had always maintained a calm and composed appearance, burying the anger she felt toward this world that gave more importance to rumors than facts.

Why had she been working so hard? Why had she been studying, learning so much?

It was because she wanted to prove herself with actions, not words.

Now the world and these eminent beings wanted to tell her she had no fate with magical creatures when even Professor Dumbledore got the approval of a Phoenix instantly?!

"There is truly no such thing as fate!" Darcie shouted, her emotions all over the place, but her heart was resolute. "If I want something, then that naturally shares a fate with me!"

The young Nundu came at her like an angel of death.

Darcie threw her hands outwards.

A burst of black smoke exploded from her palms, darkening everything around them. The cub thrashed its paws at the smoke, but couldn't find the target.

Darcie had already fluttered out of the smoke, feeling that it wouldn't keep the cub occupied for long.

She used a version of the Water-Making Spell, creating a large globule of water.

The water ball hurled itself towards the cub, and covered its nose, making it hiss out bubbles.

Then she used the Arrow-shooting spell to fire several arrows at its eyes, making it howl in pain.

Meanwhile, the water ball didn't let it breathe, either.

"Cough!" Darcie coughed out more blood, knowing well that she had suffered great internal injuries.

But this wasn't the time to tend to them.

Her hands moved, assisting her to focus on the spells, and then she used the Wings-conjuring charm to create a set of wings on her back.

She fluttered to the space above the young Nundu's head, avoiding its wildly thrashing tail, full of needles.

Then, like the most elegant Fairy Queen, Darcie pointed at the cub's head.

A dense burst of blue flash exploded out of her finger and hit the skull of the cub with a loud thump.

It was a Stunning spell.

The focus needed for it was so great that the water ball vanished, and even her wings blurred.

But Darcie didn't take her eyes off its head and kept firing tiny stunning spells one after another, making the cub howl.

If it weren't for the deafening rumbles overhead, these howls could've awakened the entire valley by now.

At last, Darcie pointed both of her palms towards the young Nundu, and for the first time, she decided to use a verbal magic wandlessly, taking no chance.

"Bombarda Maxima!"

An ethereal shockwave left the space in front of her palms.

The young Nundu's head got planted into the earth as if someone had stomped on it ruthlessly.

Not even a painful howl could be heard, and from only the light trembles of its tail one could guess that the cub was still alive.

With a thud, Darcie landed on the ground, feeling extremely tired because of the relentless use of Magic.

Her hairs were disheveled, and dirt had covered her figure like a blanket.

Inside her, pain galloped with no mercy.

It was then a pi-pa sound that echoed out of her tiny figure, and then with a pop, she enlarged, regaining her original size.

A dense bout of coldness made her shiver, and Darcie's teeth chattered along with it.

She observed the tiny cub with her poisonous green eyes but then shook her head, deciding against killing it.

Darcie flicked her hand, trying to conjure a blanket to wrap around her, but failed.

Any single instance of magic made her wince, making her body ache as if needles were pricking her joints.

But she must move, Darcie knew.

The adult Nundu might come anytime, and even if she were to become as large as a dragon, she would not be its match.

Darcie lifted the Nundu cub and noticed it had lost consciousness but was still alive.

Then she chose a random direction and ran away, not remaining at this place a second longer.

She couldn't run forever, though.

At this place, there was no concept of day and night.

But, as she kept running, Darcie could feel that evening had come and gone an hour ago, and the cold of the night was now seeping into her bones.

She would have stopped to warm herself if she wasn't so scared of getting caught by the adult Nundu.

One must not forget that even though Darcie had caught a cub, this was but the most vicious magical creature.

Not to mention, unlike the cub, the adult Nundu would have greater intelligence.

How could a broken and tired little girl survive something like that? So Darcie only stopped when her feet refused to move even an inch further.

The game trail Darcie had picked half an hour ago brought her to a stream, its black waters reflecting the dark, purple bolts of lightning in the darker sky.

From head to toe, she was trembling, and all her measures of keeping herself warm had failed.

Not because she couldn't do magic, but because the little magic she could do had gone in confusing the cub in her embrace, who had already woken up two times.

The only thing to be thankful for was that it was sleeping now.

Darcie put the cub down and collected a few twigs and branches, hoping to create a fire.

Who knew when Madam Villanelle would find her? She would die of this cold before then.

After several tries, she lit a light fire, letting in a deep, relaxing breath.

This was the first time Darcie got to know how hard it was to transfigure something without proper focus and mental state.

With her chest and limbs aching, and her bones shivering, Darcie couldn't even manage to conjure a blanket for herself; much less needed to be said about transfiguring something into one.

Her breath misted as the warmth of fire kissed the tips of her fingers and the soles of her feet.

Sleep and dreams pervaded her mind, making her eyelid droop deeper every second.

…

It was then she noticed a flash, blacker than the black waters.

Darcie felt as if everything had gone silent around her; a thing she blamed on her sleepy state.

The air became colder; the fire crackled low, and the young Nundu sleeping beside her trembled even in its vicious dreams.

Darcie lifted her head and noticed this flash had come from the stream, whose water was galloping without making the slightest gurgle.

And the moment she realized what it was, her eyes widened, and her entire body went tout.

It was a black cloak; a large black piece of cloth was gliding over the stream, and was just about to pass her.

What was a cloak doing here? This question did pop into her mind, but only momentarily.

Her nakedness wasn't something Darcie had been feeling good about, and god knew she could use something to keep the cold away from her.

Darcie threw herself toward the stream, her feet splashing the cold water underneath.

And just when the black cloak was about to glide away over the black waters, she snatched it out with a smile on her face.

Darcie brought it near the fire but suddenly realized that the cloak wasn't even wet.

Suddenly, she guessed where it must have come from.

Those vicious Thunderbirds! Darcie spat, frowning. They must have caught more humans from the other side of the cliff to their nests in the past. It must belong to one of them.

The realization that this cloak's previous owner was probably dead made Darcie sigh.

She rubbed the black cloak between her fingers absentmindedly.

It was very smooth, the purest piece of silk. Darcie rubbed it on her cheeks, and she giggled.

She didn't know why, but when she looked at it and rubbed it against her skin, she felt quite sanguine, as though nothing would go wrong.

A sense of mysterious happiness lingered on her face, making her lips curl upwards.

She covered herself with the cloak and sat down, recalling her experience.

Memories appeared like a veil in front of her eyes.

Failures after failures, Madam Villanelle's hidden looks, full of pity, and surviving death in this abysmal valley, and that too by the oddest flukes…

Darcie's eyes moistened, and she longed to hug her mother.

Half in shame and half in hopelessness, she buried her face in the black cloak wrapped over her knees…

and cried.

Boom!!!

The sudden explosive sound, different from the crack of lightning bolts, jolted Darcie.

She looked up at the sky and saw green and red bursts of sparkles.

"DARCIE!!!"

The shout thundered throughout the valley, full of power and might.

It belonged to Madam Villanelle.

Darcie rubbed away the tears.

It wasn't the time to hold back her magic.

She reached for the fire in front of her, her eyes narrowed, and then a lump of fireball shot up toward the rumbling sky, screeching through the air.

Sure enough, in mere seconds, Darcie saw a blurry shadow approaching her from the depthless clouds, cutting the rain and wind alike.

Darcie lifted the young Nundu and stood up.

Madam Villanelle landed a few feet away from her, her eyes red and moist. She threw herself off the incomplete Firebolt and ran towards Darcie.

"Oh, Darcie! I…" Madam Villanelle cried, but suddenly forgot the art of speech.

…

Under the calm and composed eyes of young Malfoy, the reincarnated biblical witch staggered a few steps back, her face losing color.

Darcie had never seen someone so scared.

Madam Villanelle's eyes were trembling, and so were her hands, and then her entire body shivered.

She kept muttering "This…". "This…", "How…", making no sense.

Darcie looked down and lifted the young Nundu, realizing something.

"It's a young Nundu, mentor," she said, handpicking her words. "I… found it sleeping."

Even though it was a cub of the most dangerous magical species, Darcie couldn't figure out the reason for her mentor to show such fear toward it, especially when it was sleeping so quietly.

Madam Villanelle might as well have heard nothing.

She took another step back, brought out her wand with her trembling hand, and pointed it at Darcie.

And then, with an ear-piercing shriek, she blurted, drowning the rumbles of countless thunderbolts.

"Lethifold!!!"

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