I was not entirely sure I was going to repost this chapter, because really because Darvitar has very little to do with the coming chapters. However, there are parts that are crucial about Petunia, so there it stays. But to say, this chapter went through some heavy rewrites...

Chapter 11 Darvitar

(Darvitar)

Grey clouds of some sort of eerie mist swirled around the walls of the small, yet great city of the Dark Fairies'. Darvitar, the Dark dimension hidden deep under the earth were Muggles could never set their feet upon looked like the Norse description of the living hell, except for the fact that it would have been ice cold. It was a cold landscape, black soot lay like a dead desert and no sun rays were there to warm them. All light came from some greenish glowing stones that looked as if they may have rotted. The life there could only be described as dark. The twig-like trees, sharps rocks, and the Fairies themselves, all coloured in black or the darkest most dreary colours. The wind tasted bitter, the temperature was burning like bitter hell itself. Small volcanoes erupted spitting out lava and clouds of poisonous fumes. It was a dead land and completely unknown to the surface above.

The Dark Fairies were the masters of Darkness and inventors of nightmares. The enchanted others by singing their songs and poems, that often sounded something like this.

No time to rest, no time to sleep

No time to lie in plain made bed

Our song will sound in thousand years

Echo in halls of buried dead.

Whispering names of ancient times

As world will fall over our head.

But for that we work, we're working yes

Living of mouldy old bread.

(Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place)

It was an odd crowd standing at the doorway of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. Everyone was strictly dressed, very elegant with not a single hair on the wrong place. Even Harry's hair had been made to stay put, yet the spell Hermione had used on him was already wearing of. Many had said they would come to help, apart from the usual Order members. He, Hermione and Ron had volutered, mainly because Hermione begged them. Tonks was surely enough coming and had dragged Lupin as well, who was now dressed in a muggle suit, which looked unusual on him. Another member, Donald McFair, tagged with them, finally healed from his latest Quidditch match against Iceland. (He had arrived ar St. Mungus with six broken ribs, a broken nose, a lost ear and broken bones in his leg. The team from Iceland had been extremely good almost knocking all players off their brooms, including some of their own mates.

The Weasley twins sat on the stairs examining the Jenkins twins. Both of the two Weasleys wore their best dress robes and were watching the Jenkins as the two women had a conversation without words. Instead they used their hands with a sign language only they knew. Fred Weasley sat there trying to understand what they said, with little success.

From the Weasley's also came Mr Weasley, dressed in his own best robe, Ginny, who blushed so deeply she looked like she was burning without smoke, Percy, who had no problem looking just as finical as Tonks and finally Bill, who looked like one of those good boys a mother would dream of. This had been commented by Mrs Weasley.

"Everybody here?!" Tonks said.

There was a minute silence...

"WAIT!"

A panicking cry ran through the halls. Harry was sure that Mrs Black's voice would start her raging race again, but there were only silence.

"Late, my boy. It's a good thing you showed up, we were just about too leave." Moody said, who stood beside Tonks. He was not going with them.

"I'm sorry, lost time at the roof," Draco explained.

"What were you doing up there? "Hermione asked politely.

"Non of your concern, Miss Granger.

Hermione shrugged. Harry noticed Draco had stopped calling her Mudblood. What an extraordinary change in his... hm... ex-arch-enemy.

"Bloody hell Malfoy, get yourself a watch. Were leaving now and if anyone is left behind let them stay there," Tonks said.

"How are we getting to Darvitar?" Hermione asked. "You know, it lies deep under us, there is no passage left that goes down there and the Dark Fairies are very... unfriendly towards strangers. There are also all those enchantments and traps we might get in trying to magically get caught in. And we can't Portkey ourselves down there."

"How come?" Harry asked.

"Because portkeys become discharmed at their way down. We might get trapped deep inside the earth with no way of returning back."

"Then what will we do?" Ron said scratching his right ear.

"Well take the teleporter down, or as it called, the G.A.R.M. "

"The G.A.R.M, the Going And Returning Mirror. It works like a portkey except that it is much stronger, can break itself through so many Anti Portkey areas. But they're really rare. I'm lucky I found this in my father's old travelling case. It works, kind of like Floo travelling. Only that you write your destination and thereby it's hard to end up in another place. Luckily, since as you saw in Diagon Alley, I simple can't Floo myself without messing up."

She took a quill, dipped it in a small green ink bottle and wrote...

Darvitado Anglo, pro Nymphadora Tonks, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Remus Lupin, Donald McFair, Sarah Jenkins, Laura Jenkins, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Percy Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Bill Weasley and Draco Malfoy. We 14 wish to appear at Vato [The Giant Lake at the edge of the ancient country.

She finished writing and took the small mirror. "Engorgio," she said as the mirror grew larger.

"Now I'll go first, then you all come as you may please."

The Order members stepped in, soon only Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco were left.

"See you guys soon, hopefully" Ron said and entered. After that, Harry followed.

"Ladies first" Draco offered so that Hermione also could enter. Standing in front of the mirror he sighed, closed his eyes and took a step into the mirror as it too disappeared. Suddenly Kingsley Shacklebolt came running, stepping on his robe.

"Oh, damn I missed them. Hope they have a great time over there. "

(Number Four, Private Drive( hours later)

Petunia Dursley sat on her side of the bed in deep thoughts. She couldn't stop thinking about the strange events that had happened. The silver box, that cursed thing lay know in a locked chest. She didn't dare open it, even if her thoughts wanted so. Her fingers trembled, why weren't she able to control her own hands.

Her husband snored at the bed beside her. Sometimes he mumbled in his sleep. She couldn't hear what he said, except forht the fact that it was harsh words. She cursed silently. Why did her husband sometimes behave like an old cow.

Deciding to think more about the strange happenings around she decided to go to bed. Dreaming of the days of magic, unknown by the fact that the only person able to manage that was trapped in a raging sandstorm miles under her.

(The desert of Darvitar)

Ashes, ashes everywhere. Typical, a desert made of burning black ash. The small group of members felt lost. Where were they going. Only one person knew and that person was way ahead of them.

The Order members struggled there way up hills of ash and down hills. But not even a group, with over ten magical people could do anything about the pain they felt.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco fell far of behind. Soon they couldn't see the members and their shrieks of "HELLO's" died out in the storm. Helpless they had to continue in the direction they thought was the right.

For countless hours they struggled. Moving as fast as they could, ash in their mouths and eyes. But much more worse things were about to happen. As they tried to struggle up a giant hill, a large amount of the ash-filled wind hit them, separating them from each other. "RON!!! HERMIONE!!! MALFOY!!!" was the last Harry said before fainting from the harsh events.

TBC