The following day, Dahlia didn't wait for her friends outside the Great Hall doors to greet them because she was running later than she was yesterday, so everyone was already in the Great Hall having breakfast and the post has already been. She wore a similar dress as the day before but instead of dark violet, it was dark red with golden stitching around the sleeves and neckline and even the belt she wore at her waist was gold as it held her wand, dagger and a small pouch. Her hair today was curly but half of it was held up by clips, only letting a few strands fall to the side. As she entered the great hall, people still stared at her as Akio and Morek stood against the wall like the day before, but it didn't bother her anymore. As she walked down the hall and sat in the middle of the table, between Hermione and Neville as the twins sat on the other side facing them.

"So, what's the news today?" Dahlia asked as she sat, and her friends didn't seem surprised but everyone around them shuffled away slightly.

Neville handed over his paper and said, "same thing".

Dahlia looked down to the front of the paper and of course, she was on the front. A picture of her taken in the Triwizard Tournament and once again, they were questioning her heritage and saying they wanted proof of who she was and an interview with the girl who lived. When Dahlia finished the article, she dropped the paper onto the table and said, "same old, same old. You'd think they get bored of me and actually be focusing on the news of a certain dark wizard".

"Did I dream last night?" Hermione asked as she put the toast she was eating down on her plate. "I mean, that couldn't have happened, we couldn't have..."

Dahlia gave her a moment, but it seemed Hermione was still in too much shock, so the princess answered, "couldn't have happened? You mean the part where you were in the camp or the part where you got caught by Professor McGonagall for staying out past curfew, or the part where you met the founders?" Dahlia finished with a smirk, knowing what part Hermione was talking about.

"Founders!" Hermione gasped, "that wasn't a dream or an illusion-"

"You met the founders?" someone asked, and they turned to see it was Lavender, who sat not too far away with Parvati.

"It was awesome," the twins answered.

"You actually met them?" Lee Jordan who was sat silently beside George asked.

They nodded, and Dahlia said, "so will everyone else, they were right behind me when I left camp".

"They're coming here?" the twins asked.

Dahlia nodded, and the twins quickly began looking into their bags for joke products and Dahlia looked to Hermione who rolled her eyes and said, "they want to show Gryffindor their products".

"Oh," Dahlia said and hummed, "well they should be here soon". She then began to look around the room, not at all the looks and people whispering or at the teachers table to find many of them glancing towards her, but she was counting the ghosts and couldn't find Helena. But, she did find the Bloody Baron at the Slytherin table and couldn't help but mumble, "and if I was the baron, I'd get out of here now".

"Why?" Neville asked as he heard her, as did Hermione while the twins were still busy looking through their products.

Dahlia whispered quietly to them, "have you ever wondered why he got the blood on his outfit, why he carries chains with him...its his final act of penitence for murder, the murder of Helena Ravenclaw, Rowena's daughter".

Hermione gasped and placed a hand over her mouth while Neville glanced at the Slytherins nervously. Everyone in the hall then heard someone yell, "ROWENA, STOP RUNNING SO FAST".

"I HAVE TO SEE HER!".

Then entered the hall a woman who many didn't recognise, unless they met her or saw her portrait and really looked at it in the Ravenclaw common room. It was Rowena Ravenclaw and a few of the Ravenclaw students figured it out as they began to whisper her name. The founding member looked around the room quickly, wanting to find her daughter but was greeted by the ghost of the Bloody Baron. "You!" She gasped and slowly walked to the Slytherin table as the baron floated to her.

He said, only a few feet away, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to do it, she pushed me to it".

"Pushed you to it?" Rowena gasped, "she pushed you to kill her...YOU BASTARD!" Rowena shouted then lunged forward and gripped the baron by his throat before pushing him up against the wall. She quickly got a dagger from her waist and held it to his throat.

"Impossible," the baron choked, "how?"

"Shit," Dahlia said and jumped from her seat to run to the scene just as Godric and Helga ran in.

"Rowena, stop," Helga said.

"She pushed you to it," Rowena seethed, something many of them never would have expected to see from a woman like Rowena. "Tell me, how did she push you to kill her? Did she turn you down like she always did, refused your request-"

"You told me to go after her," he said croakily.

"I ASKED YOU TO BRING HER HOME, NOT KILL HER!" Rowena shouted, her face inches from his, the knife at his throat, shaking from her fury. "I asked you, to bring her home so I can see my daughter one last time, not for my last dying look to see my daughter as a ghost...I'm sure you've heard the rumours about the dead outside, did you know this blade at your throat can kill those of the dead? Its never been tested on a ghost but now's a better time than ever". Rowena smirked a smirk that could rival Salazar Slytherin's.

"Rowena, stop this," Helga said as Godric took cautious steps closer.

"My little girl," Rowena said with tears in her eyes and glanced down the Bloody Baron's clothes and saw the blood, "her blood, her pain, all these years alone as a ghost with only him knowing who she truly is". She then looked the baron in the eyes and saw his fear and asked, "did you have the courage to look into her eyes as you killed her or are you too much of a coward to even do that?"

"Rowena, we all love Helena," Godric said, "but this isn't the way. You destroy his soul and he will never feel what you felt".

Rowena shook her head, "he can never feel what I felt, he doesn't have a child, his heart is cold".

A moment of silence passed as Dahlia walked past Helga and Godric and slowly approached the angry council member and said, "Lady Ravenclaw, Rowena, if you destroy his soul, he can't be punished. I give you my word, if you stop this now, he will go to Mareritt". Dahlia now stood to the side of the ghost and the very pissed off mother and continued, "I do not understand the feeling of losing a child, but I know what it is like to lose someone and I know you want him to suffer, more than anything. I will see to it that he gets sent to Mareritt, I will make sure he suffers for what he did. Please". Rowena glanced quickly at the princess and saw children behind her looking scared while Dahlia had the power to stop her but chose not to and Rowena respected that. Dahlia, however, glanced quickly away from Rowena and towards the Great Hall doors, before looking back and she said quietly, "Rowena, don't destroy a soul in front of your daughter".

Rowena immediately looked away from Dahlia and to the Great Hall doors, everyone following her look and seeing the Grey Lady floating. Everyone was used to her haughty appearance and how she carried herself in a serene manner, but no one expected the Grey Lady to look how she did. Her shoulders shook as if she was trying not to cry, and she held a hand over her mouth, not believing the sight before her as she believed she would never see her mother again.

"Helena," Rowena said as she released the baron and placed her dagger back at her waist and took slow steps forward, not wanting to scare her daughter.

"No," Helena said heartbroken, shaking her head, and she floated away as fast as she could.

"HELENA!" Rowena screamed and ran after her.

Godric turned to leave and follow but Helga grabbed his arm and said, "don't. They need to deal with this between themselves, we can't help this time".

Godric nodded then looked to the baron who continued to look shocked and threatened, "I said when you both came back here as ghosts, that if you went anywhere near her, if you tried anything again, I would find a way to destroy you". Godric then put his hand on his own dagger and continued, "now I have. If I find out you've done anything to her, said anything that upset her, I will destroy you".

Baron shook his head, "I haven't".

"Go," Godric said, "stay out of our way but don't leave the castle".

Baron nodded then floated away as quickly as possible while Dahlia sighed as she looked to the two founders and said, "I honestly think people should stay out of this hall, seems like its cursed for everything to happen here".

Helga smiled while Godric let off a small laugh then presented his arm for Dahlia to take. She took it as he said, "how about you introduce us?" he glanced quickly to the professors table as the professors seemed shocked and surprised and Dahlia didn't know if it was because of the founders or Rowena almost destroying the baron. Dahlia nodded as Helga took Godric's other arm and they began to walk down the centre of the room.

"So, Slytherins sat over there, Hufflepuff's, Gryffindor's then Ravenclaws," Dahlia said as she gestured to each table, "the common rooms are in the same places they were a thousand years ago, but the classes are taught differently. Where you taught each of your houses a certain way, they now mix the houses and have a professor for each class".

"Even if the children learn better a different way?" Helga asked, "so, no more classes that are discussion based with lots of small group projects that encourage children to work together".

"Nope".

"What about hands-on classes like going out into the wild to study animals and learning defence hands-on in the field?" Godric asked.

"Nope".

Helga then added, "I think that's for the best, Godric. Your type of classes did cause danger".

Dahlia shrugged, "simply, they go to class, sit and are taught and are given homework. That's it".

They got to the small steps leading to the professors and Dahlia held on to Godric's arm slightly harder, which he noticed as he brought her closer as he could see the Avengers taking a great interest. She let go after a moment, as did Helga, and Dahlia stepped forward and said, "professors, these are two of the founders, Godric Gryffindor and Helga Hufflepuff". Thankfully, all the professors seemed to be at breakfast so she'd only have to do the introductions once.

Many of them gasped as the founders gave a small smile and a bow of the head.

"Lord Gryffindor, Lady Hufflepuff, these are the professors of Hogwarts. Madame Pomfrey, the Hogwarts matron. Professor Sprout, she teaches herbology and is the head of Hufflepuff house".

"Oh, we must talk," Helga said smiling and Professor Sprout could only give off a small nod at meeting her founder.

Dahlia continued, "Professor Burbage, Muggle studies. Professor Vector, arithmancy. Professor Trelawney, divination. Professor Hagrid, care of magical creatures. Madame Hooch, flying instructor. Professor Babbling, study of ancient runes. Professor Sinistra, astronomy. Professor Umbridge, defence against dark arts. Professor Flitwick, head of Ravenclaw house and charms professor". Dahlia then hesitated as she looked to the Avengers but instead of introductions, said, "I'm sure you know who they are".

Both founders nodded, "indeed".

"What's that supposed to mean?" Tony asked cockily.

Godric glared at him and said, "when you fight a battle against the Queen's father, it brings notice. You're very fortunate that an army of the dead didn't attack".

"He invaded our world, we didn't call and say let's fight," Tony said.

Helga answered, "which is one of the reasons why the Queen didn't descend her army upon Midgard, if she had, you would not be here". Helga was close to mentioning that the Queen was grieving and occupied at the time with hunting Voldemort, who was the main reason.

Thor rose and said, "the forces of Niflheim are not so great".

Godric answered, "you underestimate us. You believe in Valhalla, you have all the greatest warriors that time has to offer. From the way I see it, Niflheim does. After all, those who are great warriors survive and live to tell their tales. They die of old age, surrounded by those they love around them and that's what makes them powerful. However, you have no one like that in Valhalla".

"Moving on," Dahlia said before it turned into an argument and Thor sat down. Dahlia then finished introductions, "Professor Snape, head of Slytherin house and potions professor. Professor McGonagall, head of Gryffindor house and transfiguration professor. Finally, this is the headmaster Albus Dumbledore."

Dahlia introduced, and Professor Dumbledore stood as he held out his hand and said, "it is an honour to meet you".

Godric hesitated for a moment before shaking his hand and said, "pleasure to be back where it all started, however, there are some improvements we think need to be taken".

Godric dropped his hand and looked around, just as Professor Dumbledore asked, "and what improvements are they?"

"We'll tell you just before we leave, still evaluating," Godric said.

"What right do you have?" A high-pitched voice asked, and they looked to see that it was Professor Umbrigde as she stood and began to walk around the table. "I am Dolores Umbridge, senior undersecretary to the Minister of magic, Cornelius Fudge. I am also Hogwarts High Inquisitor and I am here to address the failing standards, not you".

"Please tell me she wasn't in my house?" Godric pleaded and glanced to the princess.

Dahlia smirked as it was clear that he didn't care that everyone around had heard him and especially didn't care when Umbridge held her head high and said, "Slytherin".

"Oh thank gods," Helga said shockingly.

Professor Umbridge glared at her as Godric laughed and said, "so you're here to address the failing standards?" She nodded. "Okay, what are they?"

"I believe my evaluations are for the Minister's eyes only," Professor Umbridge said.

"Travel to our time and we didn't have a Minster, not even a ministry to order us around. If there was a dark witch or wizard, it was dealt with. Our magic wasn't monitored".

Helga scoffed, "they're probably the reason magic is dying from this world".

"What?" many people exclaimed, and Professor Dumbledore stood, "excuse me, what do you mean?"

The two founders shared a look before turning to their princess and Helga asked, "which one was my table again? It's time we tried to fix the mistakes of others".

"Sure," Dahlia said cautiously and turned and walked a few feet away, the founders following before she whispered, "what do you mean, magic dying?"

"We will tell you later," Godric said just as quiet, "too many spies".

Dahlia gave a slight nod before she looked at the Hufflepuff table and said, "Susan, hand up". Susan Bones hesitantly put her hand up. "There's your table," she said to Helga then said quietly, "her aunt is head of magical law enforcement, it would benefit us if she told her aunt we weren't a threat". Helga gave a slight nod as Dahlia said to Susan, "can you be a guide to Lady Hufflepuff?"

Susan stood as she nodded and walked towards them before she gave a nervous smile to her founders. Helga smiled and said, "hello, my dear. No need to worry, tell me about yourself". They then walked away.

Dahlia then guided Godric to the Gryffindor table and he sat down beside Dahlia, between her and Hermione. Hermione said, "pleasure to see you again".

"It's good to be back," Godric said and glanced around the table to see that many people weren't talking, just staring at him as if he was going to do something miraculous. "Boo!" he said and a few people jumped, making him laugh. "Staring is rude, if you have any questions, ask away".

"Are you really...you?" Lee Jordon asked nervously.

Godric pretended to think and stroked his chin as he said, "last time I checked, I was Godric Gryffindor, the most handsome founder of Hogwarts".

"Most vain," Helga said and threw an apple at him.

Godric caught it with a laugh and took a bite out of the apple and said, "you know it's true".

"Can you taste?" George asked after he swallowed the apple.

Godric shrugged, "the dead don't need to eat. Eat, sleep, anything like that we don't need but we still do it. After living, those things come naturally to us, something we do so many of us continue it. It doesn't change us though. Tasting food, it tastes the same, but you don't feel hunger or gain weight...its more of a joy of tasting".

"The weight you die is the weight you stay?" Lavender asked surprised.

Godric hummed, "yes. So, be happy with the way you look when you die".

"Beautiful knife," Hermione commented and when he looked to her, she pointed to his waist where his dagger was. It was a silver dagger with sharp edges, the handle swirled between a mixture of silver and blue with the top of the handle an oval shaped silver. All around the swirls were symbols of high old Norse, symbols that even Dahlia wasn't completely certain of.

Godric took the dagger from his waist and held the handle while he swirled the tip with one of his fingers, but not hard enough to draw blood. Neville took interest in the handle and said, "Lady Hufflepuff has that knife". Helga looked towards them when she heard her name and saw Godric with his dagger. She placed a hand to her own waist where her dagger lay and with a slight shake of the head from Godric, she knew there was nothing to worry about.

"What do the symbols mean?" Hermione asked.

Godric glanced to Dahlia as Dahlia knew they were curious and answered herself, "they're members of the council. All council members have a dagger; those who are leaders of realms, those who study realms, even members of the council who oversee orphanages. They swore to protect Niflheim, put the realm first and guide my sister when needed. They're trusted with a weapon that can kill those who belong there".

"So, the council is like the Ministry?" Hermione asked.

Godric tutted, "no. Your Ministry is easily corrupted, it stands in the way of development, holds this world back. Queen Hela created the council as a young Queen to help guide her, we all work together to preserve peace and to keep Niflheim moving forward, to keep it far from what it once was".

"What?" the twins asked.

"You don't wanna know," Dahlia said, thinking of when her sister told her what Niflheim used to be. The lost souls walking, falling apart, having no hope, some falling apart so much that they destroyed themselves.

Godric looked between Dahlia and her friends for a moment, weary of asking so he asked in Norse, "Ef þeir koma heim Niflheim, þeir munu víst hlýða sá mál til huræ þat kam til geta" (If they come to Niflheim, they will certainly hear the story of how it came to be).

Shocked, Dahlia exclaimed, "yðr segja Norrœna?" (You speak Norse).

He shrugged and laughed, "iak búa býflugra líða nakkvarr lengi ævi" (I have been dead a long time).