Voldemort's Stronghold's Dungeon
Just as Holly finished her story, a Death Eater barged in the dungeon.
"Get over here now." It growled. He grabbed Holly and Artemis roughly, and while Artemis had realized resistance from the man's grip was futile, Holly still struggled as the guard started dragging them down the hallway. Holly really started to wish the Death Eaters hadn't taken her equipment so she could've effectively put up a fight.
The Death Eater roughly pulled them in a dark room and started rummaging in its pocket. He brought out a small blue stone and it started to shine brightly. A dark navy beam of light shot from the small stone and another hole in time and space was torn open. Before either Artemis or Holly could react, the Death Eater shoved them both into the portal.
They didn't arrive in their world; they seemed to have arrived in a totally different world than either of them experienced. It looked like they arrived inside an ice cave without a mouth or imperfections in the apparent ice. It looked like they were inside a spherical bubble in the ice. It wasn't very cold though.
Suddenly, two chains made from the same material as the room shot from the wall and shackled themselves to Artemis's and Holly's wrists and ankles. They suddenly retracted, pinning Artemis and Holly to the wall. "What in the name of Frond?!" Holly shouted. A combination of silver, gold, green, and sapphire sparkles swirled around the room and the Ancients suddenly appeared.
All four of them stiffened. Artemis and Holly were both struck by how weak they looked. They looked pale and strained and they were grasping each other for support. A snake-like beam of magic swirled up from the floor and all their friends appeared there, including the members of the Order of the Phoenix.
"D'Arvit!" Root shouted. Butler's eyes widened.
"Artemis! Holly!" Butler exclaimed. Before anyone at all could move the same kind of chains that bound Artemis and Holly shot from the ground and shackled themselves to the ankles of those who just appeared. Butler tried smashing the shackles on his feet and Mulch resorted to biting them. Both of them were unsuccessful.
"What are these things made of?!" Mulch asked incredulously.
"How did they get here?" Sirius asked, gesturing to the Ancients. Before anyone could say anything else, a weird vortex of darkness appeared dead center of the room.
"It is time for me to claim my throne." A voice rasped from the abyss. The familiar sound of heavy chains being dragged echoed through the room. They saw someone making their way out of the darkness, and finally it came into full view.
The very sight of it nearly stopped a few hearts. It seemed to once have been a man and it had very heavy chains shackled to his wrists and ankles. Its flesh was half rotted away like a corpse. Dead looking yet murderous eyes looked down at his audience and his jaw hung open due to total bone rot on his jawbone.
"Hello dear sisters. It has been long…" he rasped at the Ancients.
"Longer would have been much appreciated," the gold-eyed girl muttered.
"Silence!" it shrieked. He waved his rotting hand at the gold-eyed Ancient and she crashed into the wall behind her. With a grunt she fell to the ground, yet she still glared defiantly at the entity. Its disconnected mouth seemed to curl up in a demented smile.
"Well, I see you all haven't outgrown your impudence. I suppose you thought your descendants would save you? Face it. I have won. I have stolen your power and I have all the descendants right here ready to die." It said.
"All the descendants? What do you…" Trouble began. Dawning comprehension crossed Artemis's, Minerva's, and Qwan's faces. It seemed as though Dumbledore knew all along.
"I see at least some of you have figured it out," it rasped. "Sadly half the descendants have not. Come now, you can't tell me it hasn't been obvious."
It held out a hand and Qwan, No1, Holly, and Artemis disappeared only to reappear next to him. "You can't tell me you didn't know." It whispered. Suddenly, everyone's eyes widened minus the Ancients and Dumbledore.
"We are them…" Holly murmured.
"Correct." It rasped. It seemed everyone else was at a loss for words.
"Wait, how can our friends be related to the very people who created the universes?" Mulch asked. The entity didn't even deign to answer. Instead it waved his hand and the crystal orb shot out of Mulch's bag into the entity's open hand. He examined the ball for a second.
"Another one of your tricks my dear sisters? To send help through a time and universe traveling orb? And I assume it was your power that kept on diverting my attacks on Fowl Manor and onto other people?" it said casually.
"So that is why people have been disappearing!" Minerva realized.
"Yes, I was aiming for Fowl Manor but my sisters refused to let me attack. So I bided my time and waited until they were almost to weak to stop me." It rasped.
"We don't care if you have stolen our power, you won't win!" the sapphire-eyed Ancient said defiantly.
"You really must work on submissive behavior." The entity said in a bored voice. He gave an almost lazy flick of his hand, sending the sapphire-eyed girl into the ice harder than the last one. There was an audible crack from her ribcage as she fell down again. She held an arm to where her broken rib was and she still glared at the entity despite what it could do.
"Why do you keep calling them sisters?" Doodah asked suddenly. The entity turned to look at him.
"We were created by the same power at the same time. We are technically siblings," it rasped. Then it turned to the descendants. "Enough talk," it raised its hands before anyone could react. "BEGONE!"
Darkness reared like a monster and wrapped around the unsuspecting descendants. Before they could scream, they winked out of existence and into oblivion.
A/N
Whoo! Cliffie! I hope this chapter started to get actiony. I own almost nothing. I don't even own the ice room they were in, that belongs to a friend whom I got permission from. REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!