Worthy Of Magic

Part 64 - A New World Order

The chaos that descended with the extreme climate change had people going mad. Their well-structured economic lives had fallen apart and they could find no foothold on the cliff of anarchy they were slipping down.

An elderly gentleman wrinkled all over, rocked on the rubble with his feet drawn to his chest as anarchists smashed the windows of the stores around him and looted with unrestrained desire.

"It's the apocalypse. The horsemen have come," he moaned as the clouds in the sky thundered bringing hail as they got closer. "We're doomed. We're all doomed!"

The speed at which the climate was cycling between the seasons was picking up pace, shortened from months to weeks. Humanity's greatest minds were losing the battle against time and it was everyone for themselves now.

The poor and homeless would be the first to go and the rich would be able to hold out for a few years before they too would succumb to the inhospitable environment their world was turning into.

But there were those who began to gain abilities as they fought to survive. Unexplainable abilities aided them to rise above the extremities and gain strength to survive.

Harry had brought back magic forgotten. The world was forever changed by its re-discovery and power. Muggles were gaining magic at a faster speed and amidst the chaos, a new order was born.

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Daphne was awoken by the constant knocking on her bedroom door and an instant later she felt the pain of her brain trying to break out of her skull.

She groaned into her pillow.

The knocking paused for a brief moment of respite before restarting with greater intensity.

"Daphne! Wake up! Daphne!" Hermione was shouting from the other side, the frustration evident.

Daphne blinked through bleary eyes and groaned again when she felt the drool on the side of her mouth.

The banging resumed.

"I'm up," she mumbled, tossed aside her bed cover and got out of her bed drowsily.

"Daphne!"

Daphne yawned and stretched her arms over her head to get some feeling into them. Her thoughts pounded with pain as she tried to focus memories of the last night into cohesion.

The door pounded again.

"I'm up!" she shouted and immediately coughed. Her throat was dry as sand. "Fuck," she muttered and stumbled towards the dressing table to see her condition in the tall mirror.

"Will you come out? I need to talk to you."

Daphne looked into the mirror and she realised she was naked. Suddenly, like a dam bursting, memories of the night rushed to the front of her mind and her headache worsened.

"Daphne!"

"Coming, just give me a minute!" Daphne snapped back loudly and instantly regretted it as her temples pounded harded.

She turned to her bed to confirm the memories were real and not just a vivid dream and nodded mutely to herself when she saw Harry in her bed, passed out under the sheets with his mouth half open and almost eagle spread as if without a care in the world.

Bizarre as the situation was, Daphne grinned and wished she had a camera. But first and more importantly, she had to prevent Hermione from breaking down her door and finding Harry fucking Potter in her bed.

She took a deep breath, pushed back the disarray that was her hair and freshened her mouth and face with a quick cleansing spell.

Walking to her wardrobe, she kicked aside all clothes strewn on the wooden floor and summoned a bathroom to cover herself before skipping to the door to open a crack in it to see Hermione on the other side looking a perfect portrait of annoyance.