Chaos and Order – A Multiverse Fanfic

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Chapter Begins:

 

Daphne skipped a step, falling face forward.

Darcie's eyes widened, a sudden rush of thoughts exploding in the back of her mind, and her hand lifted by itself, her fingers uncurling toward Daphne.

Magic was powerful, useful, and beautiful… when controlled; when not… there was nothing more hideous, cruel, and merciless.

She felt the cool sensation of magic — uncontrolled magic — and sensed the bone-chilling iciness it had about it.

A small force pulled back Daphne's figure, sending her rolling on the landing behind her. A greater, and even mightier, force propelled Darcie's back, throwing her off the stairs. The blunt attack of the magical force sent the air out of her lungs, making it impossible to think of anything.

Then her head banged against a corner of the lowermost step.

The muffled sound echoed, reaching ears and hearts alike.

Narcissa Malfoy was waiting for her daughter so she saw all that happened, but too sudden and fast to do anything. The glass in her hand slipped and fell, wine splattering everywhere on the carpet. Both Lucius and Narcissa rushed for Darcie as she rolled forward, carried by the moment.

Only when the mother was holding the daughter did words escape her throat. "Darcie!" she cried. "Darcie, open your eyes! Lucius, do something!"

Lucius gaped at the sight, his eyes sunken. From somewhere, Draco came running, and the moment he saw Darcie with her eyes shut and hands lifeless, his face paled.

With a snap, Lucius took the wand out of his cane, pointed it at Darcie's chest, and chanted, "Rennervate!"

A jet of red lightning hit Darcie, and her body jerked.

But nothing happened.

Tears welled up in Narcissa's eyes. From above, the girls came down running. Daphne was the last to step down. She trotted to the front, her blue eyes staring dead at Darcie's face.

"It was her!" Astoria cried, pointing at Pansy. "I saw her pushing my sister."

"Astoria!" Mrs. Greengrass rushed to the little girl. "Don't spout nonsense."

"Humph!" Mrs. Parkinson harrumphed, pulling Pansy away from the crowd. "What else one could expect from…"

"Shut up!" Narcissa snapped, sobbing. "My daughter…"

Meanwhile, Lucius kept using the same spell repeatedly, but the result was the same.

"Take her to St. Mungo's," someone suggested in an urgent tone.

"No need," a heavy, crisp voice echoed. "Let me look at her."

Snape's cloak billowed as he neared the mother and daughter, his wand out. He pointed it at her, and ran it along her body, back and forth, all the while muttering something incomprehensible. "It's magic," he declared, slowly narrowing his eyes. "Uncontrolled magic is wreaking havoc inside her. Lucius, take her to the bedroom. We must act now."

Lucius lifted Darcie in his arms, as Snape told Narcissa that it wasn't serious and she should stay down in the Great Hall for the guests, who reluctantly nodded. Daphne's misty eyes followed the two men as they took Dacie upstairs, Draco running behind them.

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After 30 minutes, Snape came down, Lucius and Draco following him. The deep shadow of fear had lifted off their faces. Narcissa lunged at their sight.

"She is OK," Snape told her coolly. "She just needs rest now. I have given her a sleeping draught. By morning, she should wake up."

"Oh, Severus," Narcissa said, sobbing, and smiling. "Thank you."

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3 hours later,

 

Narcissa and Lucius kissed Darcie's head one after another and stood up from her bed after tucking her in.

"Father," Draco said, his voice still shaking a bit. "Will she be alright?"

"Of course," Lucius immediately replied. "Narcissa, let's go now and let her sleep."

Narcissa nodded, flicked her wand to kill the candles, and then they walked out, closing the door.

From the windows, a trace of moonlight seeped in, passing through the gap between the clouds.

In the dark room, Darcie's figure looked pale and small from above.

But, if one were to drop to half the room's height, then one could see a hidden flutter of her eyelids as if she was having some grotesque nightmare. Drop more and more, until one's nose was touching hers, and one could even see some unknown glow under her closed eyelids.

Suddenly, her eyes snapped open.

Green, mixed with unworldly, murderous hazel.

There was no name for this color, for it was just a color out of space.

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Kai found himself staring at the notification.

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Reincarnation successful

An allowance of 3 hrs is now being granted to the Contestant for him to get used to the host's body and memories. In this period, no main storyline Character can interfere or approach the Contestant.

The Contestant can freely transfigure between his Original appearance and the host's appearance in this period.

After 3 hrs, the Crisis Timer will activate, and the appearance will be forcefully changed to the host, and the access of Identity Period will be locked for the subsequent 48 hours.

Allowance Time Countdown: 03:00:00

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Then it dropped by a second.

Kai sat up, closed his eyes, and let his mind dive into the strange but fascinating memories of a 6-year-old girl; a witch, he corrected.

He saw, felt, and lived those memories one by one, her every emotion echoing inside his heart and mind, but it was her feelings that left a deep impression on him.

Indignation, Knowledge, Respect, Power, and Control, but Greatness above all.

Words became a song of a saga, and Kai sang them freely. When he opened his eyes, the hazel hue within the greens had receded.

He felt it, then. A supreme surge of cool and comfortable sensation in his surroundings and within him. It was in the tiniest particle of the space, and it was within his flesh, bones, his blood, and his cells.

It was in his genes.

Mana must have never presented much clearer to any Contestant before like this, Kai thought.

Her personality and temperament are almost in line with what I wanted, Kai reflected. I wouldn't have to bring drastic changes in them for her to Contrast me. This couldn't have been any more perfect.

Kai adjusted his head, and under the vanishing moonlight found a candelabra on the table opposite him a few feet away from the bed's feet.

Know the flame, Kai told himself. Know the braided cotton acting as a wick and Know the wax as well. Now comes Belief. With heart and mind as one, believe. And, at last, add the spark with Intention.

Magic followed the bidding of his thoughts, and all the candles lit up, tiny flames flickering for a moment before calming down.

Kai grinned.

Then, slowly but surely, the grin became a demonic laugh. His hands outstretched, Kai laughed like a maniac until his tiny throat felt dry.

Kai calmed himself, took a deep breath, and jumped out of the bed. He lifted his hands and looked at them. They were pale white and smooth. The tiny nails had a green polish on them, sparkling in silver.

He looked at the timer. An hour had passed by for him to digest Darcie's past, it seemed. Time was running out, but Kai wasn't in haste. Not yet. There were a few things he needed to do before transfiguring into his true self.

In the last month, Kai and Meg had done extensive study and planning for this moment.

The first of those things was leaving Meg and Spawn in the Primordial Tower. If he wanted to, Kai could give himself a Side Mission and ask the assistance of his Party members from the System, making both Meg and Spawn teleport into this world. Yes. He had already added Spawn to his Party.

But Meg rejected the idea bluntly. The reasons for this refusal were simple. By calling them in the Harry Potter World, it would hamper their future growth prospects by an unimaginable degree.

At this point, they both needed to go to their Core Random Worlds and get the Elementary Chakra Manipulation from the Naruto World. It would never happen if Kai kept calling them in his World for their next missions, and at last, he had to agree with this reasoning.

So, they all decided to complete their missions and get help from each other using Kai's minor-epithets.

One month had been enough for them to translate Kai's epithets into Old Tongue using Meg's experience on the 4th floor.

The second thing had been more of a struggle for him. But it was the most important one in a way.

To learn the ways of a girl, he had called it. His teachers had been Meg and Cersei. The young Cersei had taught him everything he needed to learn about a girl from a wealthy and influential family. And both of them had told him the subtle things about the girls, their bodies, and their behavior that books could never hope to cover.

Even when he had decided to leave for the Harry Potter Random World, Kai wasn't sure that he had learned enough.

And you never will, Cersei had jested, smiling. You don't need to, master. Not all of us are the same. Don't worry.

The third and last thing was the nature of the main storyline Character into which Kai would reincarnate. The idea had come from none other than Petyr Baelish.

Two times you have been cuckolded from getting Elementary Magical Aptitude, master, Petyr had quipped. Do you remember what is the requirement for getting this Ability?

Kai had then repeated Arlen's words from his Initiation Mission.

Magic requires an acknowledgment from a true wizard or true witch from the Random World, Arlen had once told him contemptuously. They must acknowledge that you have the destiny to be a wizard, that if not now, then one day you can become one.

Petyr had only smiled then, and a fact dawned on Kai and Meg soon enough. A fact that they had ignorantly forgotten, like two simpletons.

Wouldn't the candidate for Kai's reincarnation be a true witch from the Random World?

Now that Kai was here, as Darcie Malfoy, what better time than this to find out?

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