"Now that I've explained the different realms, the differences between us all, the story of Queen Hela and how she changed Niflheim for the better, I need to tell you more of the council. Specifically, the magical council of Midgard". Samara went on to explain to the Gryffindors further, "Now, there are one hundred people who are a part of the council of Niflheim, but each realm has a council that consists of eleven members that cover eleven sectors across the board when it comes to people in their communities. When it comes to the mixed towns, villages and communities, they work together. You have a leader, someone who oversees everyone from their realm, someone in charge of defence, a child representative, medical, trading and financials, workforce laws, environmental, and we have three historical and cultural people, except the normal Midgardian has four because of the mixture of cultures on the realm while the rest of the factions have a magical sector. The reason we have two councils for Midgard are because the magical and the Muggle are like two different worlds. Due to their history of not getting along and having to be hidden and hunted down and killed, the other council factions as well as the queen thought it would be best if Midgard had two councils. For the magical Midgardian faction, our leader is chieftess Amunet.

Every leader has the title of chief or chieftess while the rest of the council members hold the title of Lord or Lady. Our Defence is Lord Godric Gryffindor, all the defence leaders do answer to one person, Lord Akio, he's commander and is at the Queen's side during war. I am your child representative, medical leader is Lady Morgan La Fay, trading and finance is Lord Salazar Slytherin, work force is Lord Mubiru, magic is Lord Merlin, environmental is Lady Helga Hufflepuff and finally our historical and cultural people are Lady Rowena Ravenclaw, Lord Hiroto and Lord Marius who is a child like me. Some of these people don't have last names as they were born before the time that last names were given or passed on to their children.

Now these are all the people in charge of the sectors, but they do have to answer to the queen and must send weekly or monthly reports depending on what is happening. For us child representatives, we send monthly reports while trading and finance sends weekly reports so that no money goes unaccounted for and is being properly arranged. We all have people working under us who we have trained but being leaders of the sectors means we oversee everything and have to take responsibility. You probably think it's easy looking at me, a kid being a part of the council and being a leader of a sector, but I'm constantly working. Yesterday I had to inspect a magical orphanage, then work with Yargai, who is the representative of Vanir children, as we inspected a mixture orphanage and then inspected three families that magical children were being placed with, one being adoption and two being the children have died before their parents and are going to other relatives but still need to be inspected. I'm inspecting a school tomorrow as well as other things. You'll receive a book with pictures of all the leaders from all the realms and what their jobs are and what we take care of, so you know where you need to go if you have any issues. Considering you are watching this, it means you're a magical child which means you will meet me soon in person, as I will be the one your issues will most likely come to. My people will be watching you to help you adjust but if there's any major issues, it will come to me".

Throughout her talking, Samara's image kept on disappearing and images of each of the Lords and Lady's and Chieftness Amunet showed from the orb of knowledge so that they had an idea of what each person looked like in case they were in need of help.

Samara continued, "now, if you're smart and think quickly, you would have realised that there are eight different separate councils and with only eleven sectors, that makes eighty-eight people. I said before there were one hundred members of the council and that's because there are twelve that don't particularly answer to a leader of their realm but the queen herself. The Queen Hela herself is our chief of council, her right-hand man is Lord Falcon, also known as Death who you met when he brought you to our world. The old king, King Alec, and old Death, Lord Ari, are next, and they became a part of the council at the request of the Queen and Lord Falcon as they were still just children themselves when they created the council and needed guidance so that they wouldn't guide Niflheim in the direction it was before. To become better. They stayed on the council all these years later.

Next is a woman you may never meet, we call her the Oracle," while pictures were shown of the others, no pictures were shown of the Oracle and the others looked to Dahlia who shrugged as she had never seen the woman before either. Samara continued, "she is potentially one of the oldest souls believed on Niflheim. She survived everything that has happened, she survived her time here as many souls who have been on Niflheim for thousands and thousands of years have been damaged through the time before Queen Hela wasn't queen. No one knows how long she's been here and as a council member I can tell you, we don't either and we don't even know which realm she comes from as she looks very different from the rest of us. She's called the Oracle because she can see the past, present, future, every prophecy, no matter the realm. She struggles with her powers and she doesn't tell us everything as she can see potential possibilities in the futures, so we have to respect her wishes, even the Queen as the Oracle knows more than any of us could ever imagine. It's a gift and a curse.

There's then Lord Corvus, the armourer and he makes sure the armour makes it from being made, transportation and to be blessed to become a weapon of Niflheim. He then handles the guards at all the vaults across Niflheim. Next is Lord Thatun, he is our engineer. For some of you, you may think we're a little backwards the way we dressed but if you ever saw a movie on Midgard about aliens, those ships you see are real...but a lot more advanced. In case of invasion, we have ships underneath the ground of Niflehim that can be used in times of war and Lord Thatun leads the repairing and upgrades to all the ships".

"Can we see them?" the twins asked Dahlia.

"I haven't even seen them," Dahlia said as she knew she didn't see them as Hela wanted to keep the protection of Niflheim secret when Dahlia couldn't control Voldemort in her mind before. She thought maybe now her sister would let her.

"Lord Quara is next and he is the curator. All across Niflheim we have libraries, but nothing compares to Apex Citadel. It houses every book, first edition and rare books, scrolls and artefacts of Niflheim. It gets added to all the time, especially by the historical and cultural sectors. He is in charge of the Apex but not everyone can go there. Its not like he's about to let some children who act like children in, drawing in the books and destroying the artefacts. Finally, the four wardens of Mareritt. These are the four watchmen who live and monitor everything that happens in Mareritt. You might be thinking, if it is like the hell you know, why would anyone want to willingly work there? Well, the four of them were long-term residents of Mareritt but when they were going to leave, they didn't last long on Lykke before the desire to hurt and kill others struck them again and so they asked to go back before they hurt anyone. For some people it's just like human nature to hurt and kill and they can't stop. Stopping and turning yourself in before, it takes great restraint and realising that the instinct to kill is wrong. So, they became the four wardens who monitor the other torturers and the people there to make sure everything is running as it should, and monitor people who are due for release. They have a big part to play in the rest of the council making a decision whether or not to release the people. Their names are, Lady's Selena and Nymra and Lords Kirva and Valefor".

Dahlia was happy that her friends were learning about her sister's world, she could tell they were genuinely interested as Hermione was rapidly writing things down and the others wrote the odd note or two, especially when it came to Samara telling them about plants and wildlife on Niflheim. Considering the orb was from Niflheim, the twins and Hermione could now see what a Thestral looked like flying and they were surprised by the creature, considering they were aware there were more than a hundred on the Hogwarts grounds.

They listened to Samara currently explaining the council, explicitly the magical Midgard council members to know who they go to for issues and who was in charge. It was then that Neville looked away from the orb and looked and said, "Dahlia".

Dahlia looked to him as he nodded behind her and she turned to see her father leaning against a bookcase with a small smile gracing his face. Her friends noticed too, and she smiled nervously to them as she stood and glanced to Akio who nodded to her as he saw Loki. Tonks saw him too and knew everything was fine.

They walked into the next aisle where there was another sitting area and Loki pulled out a chair for Dahlia to sit down before he pulled out a chair from the table and moved it around, so they were sat in front of one another. She sat straight with her hands on her lap while Loki was resting his elbows on his lap with his hands clenched together. He said, "your grandparents and Ms Prince have returned to Niflheim. Hela noticed they were starting to become affected while being here. They wanted to say goodbye, but they didn't know where to find you. Your grandparents told me to tell you to stay out of trouble and they'll be watching".

Dahlia nodded with a small smile and asked, "how was Jora's reaction to Niflheim?"

Loki let off a small laugh and said, "excited to explore and learn. I think he's more in love with the palace library".

She let off a giggle and said, "wait until he sees the Apex Citadel, he might pass out or just live there".

"Every book written, artefacts, scrolls, from Niflheim's history, I think he might just," Loki added to the joke but then lost his smile and looked down.

Dahlia could guess what he was thinking so she asked, "did you find anything to help heal the Longbottom's?"

Loki looked up as he nodded and answered, "I don't want to get your hopes up but Jörmungandr and I may have found something to help them, but we're not sure...we also looked into your powers. Light shining from your hands according to Hela. I would have liked to know the circumstances behind it, not just that your hands started to glow".

"She told you?" Dahlia mumbled as she slouched slightly and began to fiddle with her hands.

He reached for her hands and held them as he said, "I'm sure I would have heard when people in this castle are whispering about it. She told me when we came back to camp". His thumb rubbed circles onto her hand where he was told was writing and Dahlia sighed as she allowed the charm to fall away and the writing revealed itself. The circles stopped, and she looked away as her father's touch tightened on her hands. He said quietly, "how did you hold this for so long?"

"It was easy. I didn't need to hide it before you came, others have them and Hermione has been helping with the pain for everyone. I used a cloaking charm at first but when my magic started to return to normal, it was easy to cover it up".

"Look at me," he said sternly, and she looked back to him to see him holding both her hands between his own, as if shielding them from harm, and his lips tightly pressed together before he asked, "has anyone else been hurting you?"

"What?" she asked quietly.

"Dumbledore wants you dead, Voldemort, his Death Eaters, the Dursleys' treatment, now this...is there anyone else who is hurting you?"

Hearing the list like that, it did seem a lot when he didn't even know any of it just over a week ago and Dahlia knew he was blaming himself as he should have protected her from all of it, but even when she told him it wasn't his fault, she knew he wasn't believing it. She shook her head and answered, "no one else".

"Is there anything else I should know?"

Dahlia shook her head again and asked, "dad, what's happening to my magic?"

He sighed and responded, "your brother and I were looking into that, we'll look further but we found nothing on spontaneous amounts of light appearing if you didn't say or spell or even think of one".

She took a deep breath and said, "I just wanted her to hurt like she hurt us students, but I didn't want her to go all night doing it. I didn't even think of herself hurting her that way, just anger at how much she didn't care or feel guilty. Then I got scared because I didn't know what was happening or how to control it".

"I promise I will find out why this is happening," he lifted her hands and kissed her knuckles before smiling to her and said, "for all we know, we could be fretting over nothing. This could simply be your power returning from the poison or reacting to the new injections"

She smiled and hummed, "you're right. I mean its not like I'm going mad from the power or anything. Child of two worlds and everything".

"Don't you dare," he said sternly.

She lost her smile and said, "I was joking, dad...don't look at me like that, I don't want you to worry". Dahlia moved her hands out of his and stood so she could lean over to hug her father. Wrapping her arms around his neck, his went to her waist and pulled her close so she sat on his lap as she whispered, "I promise I'm okay".

"I know," he sighed and kissed the side of her head. Now deeply paranoid that the light had something to do with her mixed heritage and the consequences it might have for his youngest daughter. He thought of all the stories he heard of children being born of mixed heritage within the realms, not that there were many, and that they were driven power-hungry or went mad from their powers. Many of them were killed before they had a chance to decide whether they would follow the stories of becoming evil. Loki knew his daughter would never become that, but he needed to find more proof, solid evidence, of what became of the children of two worlds and what powers they possessed.

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When dinner was ready for the Hogwarts students, Dahlia left her friends to return to camp, but it seemed like there was always someone new who wanted to see her. This time, she, Akio and Tonks were just walking past the astronomy tower near the courtyard when Dahlia heard, "Miss Potter".

"Not my name," she stopped and turned and was surprised when she saw Madam Bones, head of the magical law enforcement department and member of the Wizengamot.

"I apologise," she said as she walked closer, "I am unsure what your last name is since the truth was revealed".

"Lokidottir," Dahlia said and realised she really needed to get that out there properly somehow, so people would stop saying Potter because they didn't know her last name.

Madam Bones stopped walking to her and nodded and said, "Miss Lokidottir," she glanced nervously at Akio who was the reason she stopped a few feet away.

"And what is the head of the magical law enforcement doing here?" Dahlia asked with a smile.

"Meeting the headmaster...and I was hoping to talk to you. Privately if possible," Dahlia saw her eyes glance to Tonks for a quick moment and it seemed not to be noticed by Tonks who was looking between her superior and Dahlia, but it did catch Dahlia and Akio's attention.

Dahlia hesitated a moment for affect and said, "I have to return to camp or else my family will be worried. You can come with us if you like, we can talk there. Whatever anyone has said about the camp, no harm will come to you, ask Tonks, she knows some of them by names".

Tonks nodded with a smile, "they're nice".

Madam Bones nodded and said, "if it's no intrusion".

"I wouldn't offer otherwise," Dahlia said and turned sideways and gestured for the madam to walk beside her and they did as Dahlia introduced, "Madam Bones, this is Akio, head commander of Niflheim army. Akio, Madam Bones, head of the law enforcement".

"Pleasure," Madam Bones said to Akio who gave her a slight nod of acknowledgment.

When they got to camp, Dahlia was explaining a little about the people there and telling her not to stare or ask any questions that could be awkward or offensive to anyone of the dead. Akio, as he did always, stopped at the boarder to talk to the soldiers there and even Tonks wondered off when she saw a few people she had become acquainted with.

As they walked through the camp, people obviously looked up to see the newcomer but when they saw she was with the princess, they looked away and returned to what they were doing, knowing it wasn't an intruder but a guest. Madam Bones wouldn't admit it, but she was shocked by the atmosphere all throughout the camp. People drinking, eating, laughing, joking, sharpening swords, music being played with instruments she had never seen before and dancing. They had physical differences, but they looked like everyone she knew would celebrate camping.

When they got closer to the centre of the camp, the camp fire was already built and was large and food was being cooked, but it was the arm-wrestling match that drew Dahlia's attention. Her wolf brother sat on one log while a Vanir soldier, quite big and muscular, was sat on another and there was a boulder between them where their arms were holding. A crowd was around them which drew Dahlia's attention first and she immediately walked over and smiled as she asked, "what are you doing?"

Jörmungandr, a part of the crowd, answered, "arm-wrestling. Fen thinks he's stronger than Barkma here, even after a thousand years in captivity".

"I'm concentrating," Fenrir seethed as both contenders looked to be struggling.

"Wager, everyone else has," Jörmungandr.

Dahlia hummed and said, "is he allowed to tap into his wolf strength?"

"Nope," Jörmungandr answered, "average bet between everyone around here is around fifteen Galifens. Papa bet twenty-five that Fen will win, and Hela bet fifteen he'll win. If he taps into his wolf, it's automatic loss and Barkma wins".

"And you?"

"He betted against me," Fenrir seethed, "some brother".

Jörmungandr rolled his eyes and said, "because I listen and know that those of the dead don't get tired. How are you gong to win against someone who doesn't get tired?"

A moment of silence passed, and Fenrir then asked, "sister, can they be beaten?"

Dahlia hummed and shrugged, "I don't know how their strength is affected". She then walked closer and kneeled beside the boulder and looked between the competitors and giggled, "you're both shaking slightly, so clearly muscle strength is affected. How long has this been going on?"

"An hour now," Jörmungandr answered.

Dahlia took a moment before she stood and went into her pouch and brought out coins and said, "put me down for fifteen on Fenrir winning".

A dwarf by the name of Grogic wrote it down as he seemed to be taking the bets and the money went into the chest where all the betting money was. "Loyalty," Fenrir said and sent a quick glare at his brother, "at least our sisters have it".