"Ugh," Dahlia grunted in frustration as she sat down on a log and crossed her arms while her brothers sat on the ground laughing as they were playing a game she didn't understand.

"What's wrong?" Jörmungandr asked.

Dahlia unfolded her arms and said, "dad won't let me leave camp. I saw my friends sat on the hill before and I heard from the guards they've been trying to see me but dad won't let me leave. I think he thinks the Order will try to take me again".

"He has reason to be cautious, you did almost die and did end up possessed last time they took you," Fenrir said as he moved a red piece on the board.

"I know but this time I'm prepared. I have my wand, my dagger and my necklace so Hela can track me. My Aesir magic may not be up to full strength but it's getting there. I just need to see them," Jörmungandr smiled and laughed at Fenrir as he took a red piece after moving his white. "what are you playing?"

"Come here," Fenrir said and as she stood, he pulled her onto his lap and she stiffened for a moment but he wrapped his arms around her comfortingly and she leaned back, feeling safe. "This game is called Hnefatafl. It's a game we played as children. Basically, we have two sides, the defending and the attackers. Jora is the defending with twelve white soldiers and a king while I'm the attackers with twenty-four red soldiers. The attackers start off with four groups of six around the perimeter of the board and all the pieces can only make one move".

"Like a rook in chess," Jörmungandr said, hoping that game would be more familiar to his sister.

"Yes. Anyway, I have to take the pieces by making sure the opponent, in this case Jora, is trapped horizontally or vertically between two of my pieces. Jora has to get his king to any of the four corners, while I have to try to get the king along the way before he reaches them. Sound simple?"

Dahlia slowly nodded then reached forward for Fenrir's piece and asked, "so if I move this one, here, I can take Jora's piece?"

Jörmungandr's piece was clearly trapped as Fenrir laughed and Dahlia moved the piece off of the board. Fenrir said, "you play against him, I was losing. So, tell us about these friends?"

"They're the only people who've ever cared about me for me, not about some stupid prophecy I have. They've been by my side through everything, all the incidents, and if it wasn't for Hermione, I honestly think I'd be dead now. Besides, all my stuff is in the castle".

"What stuff?" Jörmungandr asked, "clothes and stuff like that can be replaced".

"It's not just clothes," she sighed, "there's a box in there, Hermione had it when Thor confronted me. It has pictures of my mother in that Hela gave me".

Jörmungandr and Fenrir seemed to share a look for a moment before the wolf said, "you know this game, many may believe it unfair because of the difference in numbers but really, it's a game of pure strategy. It doesn't matter how many soldiers you have as long as you position them right. Now, when it comes to papa, he's the same. It all depends on pure strategy".

"However," Jörmungandr said glancing around at the hundreds of soldiers, "with all these soldiers around it may be difficult to sneak you out".

"What?" Dahlia asked as she smiled, "you'll help me?"

"Of course," Fenrir said as he hugged her tightly for a moment, "a part of being a big brother is to protect you, keep you safe, but it's also to make you happy".

"As long as it doesn't include boys," Jörmungandr added quickly.

"Yeah, no boys," Fenrir quickly agreed and Dahlia laughed thinking about what their reaction would be to Falcon.

"As I was saying," her serpent brother continued, "with all these soldiers around, it'll be hard to sneak you out as I presume they listen to papa. But, their Queen is Hela and she gives the ultimate word and can order their silence. What does Hela think about this?"

"What do I think about what?" the voice of their sister said and they turned to look to their left, Jörmungandr's right, and there she stood in all her glory.

The three siblings looked between one another, all moving the responsibility to the next to tell her before Dahlia said, "I want to leave camp but dad won't let me. He's scared I'll get hurt but I need to explain to the guys why I kept the truth from them and tell them how I am".

"Neville came and I told him myself you were fine," Hela answered, hoping her sister's godbrother would be enough.

"You know that won't stop the others from worrying. I'm surprised the twins haven't tried to blow this place up yet to get through".

"What?" both brothers exclaimed.

Dahlia shrugged and answered, "Weasley twins, they're like my brothers and are some of the greatest pranksters you'll ever meet, but they kind of have a thing for the dramatics. Please, Hela. It's not just my friends, it's my things...the box with mum's pictures". Dahlia hated herself for using the picture excuse against her sister, knowing how much her sister cared for her mother, but it had to be done.

Hela closed her eyes for a moment and sighed as she sat down beside Jörmungandr. She leaned against him as she moved one piece on the board and said, "move that one there...so, what's the plan?"

Fenrir said, "we have numbers on our side thanks to you and with the four of us, strategy against papa. Now..."

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"HELLO HOGWARTS," Fenrir shouted as he and his brother entered the hall as everyone was having their lunch with it being the middle of the day. Everyone froze as both brothers jumped onto a table each and began to walk down the centre. Even the students who were leaving to get the last bit of homework done before tomorrow stopped and froze.

The professors and Avengers seemed to be on alert immediately, even some of them standing as Jörmungandr said loudly, "we mean no harm".

"What he said. Sorry if we scared you all the last time we were in here-"

"We?" Jörmungandr scoffed, "I wasn't the one who turned into a giant wolf who looked like he wanted to eat them".

"And you're a fifty-foot snake with four layers of teeth, lets transform and see who they're afraid of most". Fenrir rolled his eyes and said, "as we were saying, sorry about last time but we're here for personal reasons now. Our dear darling little sister Dahlia is bored and some friends of hers have been asking about her so we thought we'd investigate".

"You see, our father is a little protective so he's not letting her leave camp-"

"So, she's as happy as an Asgardian is handsome...so not at all," Fenrir commented and both brothers looked to Thor to see him clench his hammer tightly but it did make some students around the room laugh or at least smile.

"Hey, brother, I think I'm at that Slytherin table," Jörmungandr said as he glanced at the students who were obviously in their own clothes because it's a Sunday but there were little hints that gave them away like the odd someone wearing a green scarf and a snake pin. "I can't remember what house our sister said she was in, do you?" Fenrir shrugged. "it's definitely not this one. All brooding lot on this table, looks like a hierarchy with the rich all gathered together. Same across the universe, people who care about power and making allies with those with power or money or influence". Jörmungandr then jumped to the next table, the students quickly moving so they didn't get hit and luckily, he landed between platters of food, "seriously, how much food do you kids need to eat?"

"I think I'm at the smart table...Ravenclaw. Brother, you should be here, you like reading books and that stuff," Fenrir commented and itched to jump tables, away from people who value intelligence. "Definitely not in this house. If she valued intelligence so much, she'd look at the statistics for fighting a basilisk at twelve and see the chances of survival are low". He said the last word and jumped to the next table.

Thor shouted, "this is not necessary, stop jumping," but the boys clearly didn't listen.

"Hufflepuff over here," Jörmungandr said as he noticed a book with a badge symbol on the table, "home of the loyal, patient, fair, true-"

"You're forgetting hardworking," Fenrir pointed out, "she looked just as much dreaded as I did when we found out we have tutors. Now this is her house". Fenrir pointed down on the table he stood on, "the house of the brave, daring, chivalrous...I think I'd belong here".

Jörmungandr scoffed then jumped to that table, the two of them now stood in the middle, "yeah, the house of the people that don't think before they act. Definitely yours and Dahlia's house".

Fenrir placed a hand to his chest and made an offended face before he laughed and looked amongst the students, "now, friends...her friends wouldn't be scared of us, knowing that one, we wouldn't hurt them, and two, after all they've been through they'd face us head on".

"Twins," Jörmungandr said and pointed at the Weasley twins and they only had to move a few feet before they stood in front of them.

"Are you the twins our sister believes might plant explosives around the camp?"

"Would it work?" Fred and George asked together.

The brothers glanced at one another for a moment before Jörmungandr answered, "a 100% chance that if our sister doesn't run to defend you quick enough, you will be reunited with her on Niflheim when we return and you'll be calling her Princess because you'll be dead".

"Honestly, the soldiers outside are some of the best," Fenrir said, "and have lived through any little explosions you can come up with".

"You're still taking her back?" a feminine voice asked and they turned to see a bushy-haired girl.

"You must be Hermione," Jörmungandr said.

Hermione held her head up high and said, "there really wasn't any need for your little show. You could have just asked to speak to her friends and we would have come forward".

"Maybe, but we're also bored," Fenrir said, "we will be taking her back to Niflheim because that's where she belongs with her family. By the way, those questions you've been asking the guards-"

"She's fine," Jörmungandr interrupted, "wounds healed, having the antidote for the poison, says she wishes she could see you but between our father and the healer telling her to take it easy, she thinks it's going to be impossible".

"Can't you talk to him, make him see sense?" Hermione asked.

"Our father has perfect sense," Fenrir said, "however, he sees, like the rest of us, enemies here, in these very walls, so he does what any loving parent would do, protect his child. He may be going a tad overboard but what can you do?"

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" they heard their father shout.

"Show time," Fenrir whispered to his little brother.

Their father then entered the Great Hall, Hela was behind him with two soldiers as she said, "like I said, my soldiers can't be held responsible if they turn into their animal forms and jump higher than they can reach. They're bound by loyalty to me that they won't hurt them and the only way to bring someone down from that height is to hurt them a little bit".

Loki stopped at the Gryffindor table and seethed, "Get. Down. You were taught better than this".

Both boys jumped down and stood in front of their father as Jörmungandr said, "we just came to tell Dahlia's friends she's okay".

"And that involves climbing over tables does it? Camp. Now" Loki demanded in his I'm-not-taking-no-for-an-answer parent voice and the boys left with their heads low, but not low enough not to see Hela nod to them.

Hela, the soldiers, and finally, Loki left after apologising to everyone for his son's behaviour and instantly the professors calmed slightly as they sat down, but the rest of the school was still on edge as there was a murdering psychopath in the Great Hall. When they left the Hall, it buzzed with the fresh news of Dahlia's family while Hermione and the twins seemed to be the only ones who spoke of Dahlia's health. Hermione said, "she's healing, that's a good thing".

"But they're still gonna take her-" Fred said.

"And we still can't see her," George finished.

"Think again," an all too familiar voice said behind Hermione.

Hermione quickly turned while the twins and several others who heard it looked but didn't see the witch the voice belonged to. They didn't when they first looked but Dahlia revealed herself by putting the hood of her cloak down, the perception charm on the cloak breaking. She was dressed in a long red gown with gold entwined around the end and the neckline with green sleeves attached to it, with the same gold stitching on the end of sleeves. The cloak, however, was the same black cloak to hide Dahlia's perception from those around her when she met her sister at Kings Cross station.

Hermione immediately jumped and engulfed Dahlia in a hug and the princess laughed and said, "careful".

"Sorry," Hermione said as she pulled back as the twins jumped over the table, with the disapproving looks from the other students and professors.

The twins then hugged Dahlia tightly as she said, "I can't stay long".

They pulled back and asked, "how long?"

"I have until my father discovers I'm gone. My brothers were telling the truth, he's overprotective right now and it won't be long before he discovers I'm gone. By the way, they usually don't act that way, jumping on tables and everything, but they had to. To trick the God of Mischief you have to go big or go home. His children embarrassing him is one way to go about it".

"The soldiers, how'd you get away?" Hermione questioned.

"They'd be able to sense if I try to leave. My dad would be able to sense any magic I use to get past them so I had to leave when everyone was distracted with my brothers escape and with my dad leaving the camp, he wouldn't think to check I was still there with my brothers escaping. This cloak changes people's perception so he wouldn't, nor would the soldiers, be able to notice me when I came here. Right now, dad's probably shouting at the boys and will be too distracted to realise". Dahlia then smirked at the twins and said, "I don't see why you think having siblings is a bad thing, I'd still be stuck in the camp if it weren't for mine".

"Believe us, they're not as crack up as you think," Fred said as both twins glanced over her shoulder and Dahlia looked quickly to see several people glancing at her but two who were trying to avoid looking at her. The other Weasleys she believed were her friends.

Dahlia looked back and glanced to the floor, finally believing their reaction as she said, "I know. My sister told me that they haven't taken the news all too well. Listen, can we talk somewhere else? I need to tell you the truth". The three of them nodded and they left the Great Hall, knowing the whispers that followed them were about Dahlia and knew it they stayed, it wouldn't be long before someone asked Dahlia a question she didn't want to answer.

Arriving at the Gryffindor common room, there were a few students there in the younger years but quickly disappeared when the twins said, "scatter". They gathered their belongings and quickly went upstairs, whispering to one another about the girl who lived.

They sat in front of the fire, the boys sat in either armchair while the girls sat on the couch but Dahlia had to stand after sitting as her dress got caught under Hermione so she had to reposition it. This made Hermione laugh and question, "what are you wearing, it looks medieval?"

Dahlia said as she took the cloak off and put it over the arm of the chair, "fashion across the realms is different. Due to Midgard-I mean earth- having a shorter lifespan, times move along more quickly while on the other realms they live for thousands of years. Anyway, fashions and cultures aren't quite the same. Where it's normal here for girls to dress in skirts as short as our school uniform, on other realms it would be consider very unladylike and scandalous to wear something that short, so I dress like this when I'm not here".

"So, Princess," George stressed the title.

Dahlia groaned and covered her face with her hands before she said, "on my sister's world, yeah. She's the Queen so when I was born, she proclaimed me a princess".

"So, your dad, Loki?" Hermione asked the question no one yet stumbled upon.

"Yeah," Dahlia said nervously and fiddled with her fingertips in her lap, "that's a long story".

"So, James isn't your father-" Fred said.

"What about Lily Potter?" George asked.

"Definitely my mother," Dahlia said immediately, "everything Sirius ever said about James was true, except he failed to ever bring up that my mum and James split up not long after Hogwarts. That's when she met my dad and they fell in love but had to hide because of Odin. She met Hela and became like a mother to her but when my mum got pregnant with me, everything changed. My mum just couldn't walk around pregnant without anyone knowing of the father so she got back with James and pretended the baby was his because he was still infatuated with my mum so no one batted an eye. Mum's pregnancy with me was ten months because of who dad is so all mum had to do was convince James I was born a few weeks early when they got back together".

"And your dad was okay with your mum-" Fred said.

"Shaking up with James Potter?" George finished asking.

Dahlia laughed at their shocked reactions and answered, "of course not but it had to be done. Besides, she never actually had to sleep with him, at most hold his hand and kiss him, anything else was all an illusion. Do you really think my dad and sister would allow that? Never. They made my mum potions to give to James, so he believed they were...ya know," and if they didn't know, Dahlia's disgusted face would have given them hint to what she was talking about.

Hermione made a disgusted face, not wanting to think about it while the twins sniggered. Hermione then said worriedly, "so, your dad isn't like what Professor Odinson said he is like?"

Dahlia hesitated in answering because some of what Thor taught was true, just not to the extent he taught it. She thought for a moment before answering but it made the three Gryffindors nervous for that moment, believing their friend's father was who Thor said he was. Dahlia coughed, clearing her throat to answer, "let me tell you the full story, it'll be easier than going through what Thor has taught. Basically, since my father was a baby he believed he was an Asgardian, that he came from the royal family, son to Odin and Frigga and brother to Thor. As a child, Thor was the muscle brother, liked to fight and learn every weapon he could while my father was the opposite. He preferred to learn magic and had a much more skilled way of fighting, Frigga taught him. She told him that he couldn't fight like his big brother and father, he was smaller and his best tools were speed, cunningness and magic. Others would tease him for using magic and said it was only useful for tricks and was cheating. Thor used to laugh at him and his friends used to make fun of my father but he never stopped them as he said magic is cheating in war. Frigga was the only one to tell dad that in war cheaters live and she'd rather have a living son than a dead one".

"Would you have any hesitation to us showing our thunder professor what magic can really do?" Fred asked as George smirked.