Loki wasn't as naïve as his children liked to believe when it came to them. Even though he had been parted from some of them for a thousand years, it still didn't mean he didn't know his children like he knew himself. He knew what his youngest daughter was doing, knew she feared the future that was to come but under no circumstances would he be leaving her on Midgard longer than he had to. He was surprised by Hela's reaction when she told him what she had done to make Dahlia afraid of her, but he understood her reaction as it was tense at the moment and they all just needed to get away and be together as a family without any threat around them.

Of course, there were some threats that weren't true threats to their family but had caused so much pain that the emotional scars would affect the youngest member of their family for life. Loki knew these people needed to be dealt with and his three eldest agreed wholly and wanted to be there and assist.

Kent, England

A woman sat on a very big and plush armchair, clearly worn from the use that matched the footstool in front of her that she had her feet on. To the side was a bottle of brandy while she held a glass that was already half filled. The large beefy woman with a slight form of a moustache was watching late night TV while her favourite bulldog Ripper lay down beside the eldest Dursley sibling. Marge Dursley seemed to be relaxed for a Monday night but then again, she didn't work as she bred the twelve dogs, she had which brought in large amount of money for purebred bulldogs. So much money that she could afford to go on holiday and spoil her nephew with expensive gifts but of course, the Potter girl never crossed her mind and when she did, Marge only thought about the burden the brat was having on her brother and his perfect family.

She was enjoying her evening but then as she was beginning to drift off, Ripper quickly stood and began to bark and growl towards the back door, but he wouldn't walk closer to it. This shot the plump woman fully awake and she exclaimed, "Ripper, what is it?"

Marge turned to look at the back door which was an all-glass door, so she could look out to see her other eleven bulldogs, four of which were pregnant and they all had their own shelters to keep them warm in the winter with food and water but it was open in summer so they could all walk around at night. Because it was the middle of April, the doors to the shelters were open but the gates around them weren't so the dogs couldn't start fighting and to keep the males separate especially. Marge shrugged herself off the chair and huffed as she stood and walked towards the door. What she saw was that all the shelters were not only open, but all the gates were too and there was no sign of the dogs anywhere.

Reaching for her cricket bat beside the door in case of intruders, she walked into the garden and began to whistle then said, "here doggies," she whistled again, "Dex, Spike, Colonel, Bruiser, here boys" she called upon her four most vicious dogs, but they didn't come. She looked in all the shelters in the large garden and behind the large tree at the far back of the large country garden but found no sign.

"I doubt you'll find them there," an unfamiliar voice said, and she instantly turned, raising the bat in the process to see a young man who was taller than her, with dark wavy brown hair, a scar over his left eye that went just a couple of inches above the eye and went down to the middle of his cheek. His green eyes sending chills throughout her body.

"Who are you?" she barked but was scared.

"Fenrir," he answered as he smirked and stopped closer and enjoyed the fear in her eyes as she stepped back. He shrugged and said, "though my name hardly matters, I'm here as your punisher," he said with a small laugh.

"P-p-punisher?" she stuttered then gulped, "I haven't done anything".

He tutted, "no, you just think it's okay for your dogs to chase little girls up trees and leave them in the cold till the early hours of morning".

Her eyes widened slightly, and she said, "this is about that brat Dahlia? My brother's niece?"

"Stop taunting brother and let's get this over with," another voice said, and she quickly turned and realised there was someone behind her leaning against the tree. There were some similarities between him and the young man in front of her which led her to believe they truly were brothers.

"Yes, this is about our dear baby sister," Fenrir said, "but it's mostly about your brother's family. They hurt her".

"They did their best," Marge defended, "she's a delinquent, always in trouble, should know better coming from drunk car-wrecked parents. She goes to a school for the trouble and gets caned. Should be harder, she talks about it like it's nothing".

The boys laughed and Jörmungandr said, "your brother lied to you. Her parents didn't die in a car crash, her father is actually still alive, her mother was murdered in a wizarding war".

"Wizarding?" she questioned quietly.

Fenrir nodded, "protecting her beloved baby girl from a psychopath. Your brother knew all about this. Petunia would never let him tell you, mustn't tell anyone that her little sister was a witch and her niece is one. She wasn't going to a school for the trouble, she was going to a school of magic. Your brother's family punished her for that, and you knew about their punishments. You knew she was locked in a cupboard and you did nothing".

Both hands clenched the bat and her knuckles began to turn white as the boys advanced on her and she stuttered, "they said she was bad".

"It doesn't matter if a child is bad," Jörmungandr said, "you help them when they need it. Even if she was bad, harming a child doesn't make them good, it only makes them worse. You're not going to die because you did nothing, no, you're going to die because of your brother. He has to know how it feels to see his sister die". As he said that, his teeth changed to its four layers of sharp fangs and golden eyes and she began to whimper. She tried to swing for him but he dodged it and grabbed the bat, threw it to the side, and then grabbed her arm quickly, twisting it so she turned back to Fenrir as Jörmungandr held her tightly.

She cried out, "HELP! HELP ME!" when she saw how Fenrir had also changed, this time with razor sharp claws, fangs and his red eyes that scared her more than anything.

He growled, "no one can hear you but please do continue. Our father and other sister are with your brother now, showing him this very moment. So please do keep on screaming".

He then changed completely into his wolf form and Jörmungandr let her go, giving her the illusion that she had a chance to escape but when she ran, Fenrir was right behind her and lunged at her, his jaw latching onto part of her neck and the left side of her body before he bit it off and she screamed. She reached up with her right hand, as if she could stop the bleeding at her neck where most of the blood was coming from but there was no way of survival. He spat the arm out of his mouth that he bit off and then he changed back and kicked her over onto her back as she was struggling to breathe, and he smiled.

He said, "I thought you would like wolves. After all, dogs are decedent from them. The instincts of being a pack and an alpha, it lives with them as they share an ancestor. That was before you Midgardians made them your pets". He then looked past her on the floor and growled and she managed to tilt her neck slightly and saw her dogs coming out from the side of the house leading to the gate. They were growling and bearing their teeth at her. Fenrir leaned down and with his bloody jaw whispered, "they will barely be able to recognise you when they find the remains. Don't worry, you won't live much longer to feel the rest of this".

Fenrir then stood and smiled at his brother as they made their way to the side of the house to the gate and only glanced back when she let off one last scream as the dogs began to follow the alpha wolf's orders of devouring her. The scream only lasted a few moments, however, as the blood loss finally killed her.

Leaving the garden, they saw Dahlia's loyal companion, Eclipse, standing in front of the house. The boys smiled and Jörmungandr reached out to stoke her which she accepted, and he said, "she's gone. Someone who hurt Dahlia is gone".

Eclipse began to nod and scratch her hoof against the ground in approval.

Fenrir then asked, "can you bring us to our father and Hela now?" knowing the connection their sister had with the Thestral meant she just had to mount her and know where she wanted to go while the boys had to ask as she was already a Thestral that was connected to someone.

Eclipse answered by lowering herself and the boys climbed on, being careful of the Thestral's still injured wing but Carr said it would be good for Eclipse to get out and fly at a longer distance. They barely mounted her before she gave a small run and flew into the sky.

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4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey

It didn't take the boys long to get to Surrey, especially not while riding a Thestral. They didn't know the exact location of the house, but they knew what it looked like from Dahlia's memory and they really didn't need to know as they would be able to sense Hela and their father. Eclipse seemed to know exactly where she was going. They landed in the back garden, they knew it to be the right one, not because of its appearance as it looked like everyone else's but because their sister was stood by the back door smiling with blood on her hands and dress.

"Been having fun?" Fenrir asked.

Hela didn't answer as she walked forward and stroked Eclipse's jaw and said, "you can go back to Hogwarts now, back to the others. None of these bad people will hurt Dahlia again".

Eclipse clearly approved as she did as the Queen of Niflheim said and flew back to Hogwarts.

Hela then turned to her brothers and said, "'course I've been having fun, so has papa. Congrats on the killing, I've never seen a man weep so much. Was feeding her to the dogs necessary?"

Fenrir shrugged, "those dogs seem to have a sense of loyalty to her, I thought them eating that disgusting waste of air would punish them into not following the orders of someone like that".

Jörmungandr said, "you said be creative".

"And that you were, now it will take them time to identify the body," Hela said then turned back to the house and the boys followed her inside.

Fenrir instantly heard the sounds of weeping when they walked past the kitchen and he jumped over the counter to see the youngest Dursley tied up, his mouth gaged and eyes red from the crying but other than that, he was unharmed. Fenrir made his eyes turn red and his teeth to sharpen along with his claws and Dudley let out a sob when he traced the boy's jaw with his claws. Hela rolled her eyes at the taunting while Jörmungandr leaned over the counter and let out at laugh at how terrified the boy was.

"Fenrir," Hela said.

"What? I should be punching this boy for every time he punched our sister. After all," he stared into the boy's eyes, "you are bigger than her, maybe someone bigger and stronger than you should be hurting you".

"He can't even hear you, papa put a spell on him, so he wouldn't hear anything," Hela said then gestured to the living room.

A few more tears went down the boy's cheeks which pleased Fenrir, so he returned to normal and stood and then followed his sister into the living room.

Blood. That was a good word to describe the living room, blood. So much blood the boys believed a human or any creature in the universe wouldn't survive but they saw more than a dozen empty vials on the table, some knocked over, but they were all empty. They saw that both Dursleys were covered in dry blood as their hands were chained to the floor, parts of their clothes ripped as if they had been slashed with knives but there were no markings. It quickly dawned on the boys that the vials once had healing potions inside, so they could hurt them again and again without them dying.

Vernon Dursley, a big beefy man like his sister, his thick dark hair and bushy moustache had stains of blood in them so that parts of them stuck together. There was a vein that throbbed in his temple, very clear as he looked at the boys, and Fenrir knew the man wished to hit him for what he did to his sister. If it wasn't for the dry shades of blood on his face, Fenrir was sure the man would be purple with anger. He was chained with cuffs that seemed to be magically connected to the ground and he was placed in front of the fire which was burning, and Fenrir knew it would be heating the man's back until it caused him pain.

His wife, however, was chained to the floor in front of the arm chair in the corner of the room so she could lean back as she was still bleeding from some cuts made to her legs. The pale-eyed thin woman who had a long neck that the boys knew was nearly twice the size of what was usual. She seemed to be covered in cuts all over her body that seemed not to have been healed like her husband, but it was clear by the amount of blood around her that she did suffer some severe wounds that had been healed. Of course, it was more personal to hurt Petunia as she was Dahlia's blood, as much as everyone in the house would like to deny it and change that, it couldn't be changed. She was Lily's sister, Dahlia's aunt, and she allowed Dahlia to be hurt, allowed her not to be fed and didn't help her in her time of need or even care for her and it disgusted Dahlia's family that someone of Dahlia's blood would do that to her.

To Hela and Loki, it was far more personal as they knew Lily and they couldn't comprehend how someone like Lily could have a sister like Petunia. They knew the stories that Lily told, that Petunia hated her since it was revealed she was a witch, but it was hard for them to imagine someone hating magic so much that it would affect how they would treat their relatives, especially ones that were vulnerable. Of course, now they knew why Lily never tried to get Petunia to meet her daughter in person.

Petunia looked scared, petrified as she looked from Hela and the boys to Loki who was stood at the window only a couple of feet from her. He leaned against the window and looked down, a dagger in either hand that was covered in blood, but he didn't have his long leather green and black coat on as usual as he threw that on to the couch to the side.

While Hela leaned against the couch facing the window, the boys walked to the couch to the opposite side of the wall to Vernon, so he looked at them as they sat down, and Fenrir moved his father's coat, so he wouldn't sit on it and said, "father".

"Boys," Loki said with a quick glance and they saw pure fury in his eyes which was understandable.

Loki then turned to Petunia and kneeled, and she instantly whimpered and cried quietly, "please stop hurting us".

"I won't hurt you...for now," he said not promising for the pain to be over, "why treat her like a slave?"

"Please," she cried.

"ANSWER ME!" he shouted and hit the side of the arm chair near her head which made her cry out. He said, "why? Answer truthfully"

"I never wanted her, never asked for her," she answered nervously as tears streamed down her cheeks. She continued, "if I knew she was yours, I would've-" he cut her off by holding up a finger to silence her. It was clear to the boys that the story of Dahlia had already been explained and it only added to the fear as almost everyone knew of their father thanks to New York.

"You could have said no".

She shook her head, "I couldn't. He made that clear, he said we couldn't give her back or take her to the orphanage. That my blood protected her from that dark wizard and with her living here, we'd be protected. He said the dark wizard would come after us if she stayed here or not so we were safer with her here".

"Dumbledore?" he questioned, and she nodded. Loki took a few deep breaths, knowing Dumbledore wouldn't be as simple to kill or get to like these pathetic Muggles since the wizarding world looked to him as a hero and he knew they'd be repercussions. He would have to think on how to get his own back on the old wizard without causing too much mayhem.

"What did you get out of it?" Hela asked, "other than Dahlia's protection, what did you get?"

Petunia sniffled, "Dumbledore paid us, every month we would get a payment".

"And you spent none of it on her," Hela seethed, "how can you be so cold?"

"I never wanted her," Petunia said.

"SHE'S YOUR NIECE!" Loki shouted, "HOW CAN YOU BE SO COLD?"

Petunia cried, "I didn't want magic around my son".

"You son?" Loki looked down and put a hand to his head in frustration before he looked back to her and said, "if Lily was alive and if something happened to you, she would have taken in your son. Treated him as her own, he would have want for nothing. Not clothes, food, protection, love, he would have had everything. The reason she only sent you a letter about Dahlia and she didn't bring our daughter here, is because she knew you hated magic, yet she still loved you. There is an afterlife where you can watch over your relatives, and I can only imagine what Lily thinks about you right now".

"And what about you torturing her sister's family?" Petunia asked answering back.

He quickly placed a dagger to her neck and said, "the difference between us is I understand how far Lily's love for her child goes. She was at war for her child, died for her child, would fight the universe if she had to, to keep our daughter safe. If she were here, she would be disgusted in you and wouldn't care what I do to you or your family".

"Please don't hurt my son," she cried.

"Why not?" he pressed the dagger closer to her neck, "you hurt my daughter. She doesn't believe she should be loved, doesn't believe anyone can love her because the people that were supposed to never showed her an ounce of love. She talks of her death like it would mean nothing, as if it would be better for everyone if she had died that night Voldemort killed her mother. Your treatment made her feel that way".

"Leave her alone," Vernon spat, the first time he spoke since the boys arrived.

Loki turned to him and smirked, "and how could I forget the man who laid his hands on my daughter? There are so many ways to kill you, so many ways I've thought of doing it but only one sticks in mind. The worst," he glances to his daughter.

Hela moves from the couch and said, "happily".

She walked to Vernon who looked scared at not knowing what death she could give him that would be the worst and while Hela knelt down, she glanced to her brothers nervously. Loki saw this and said, "boys, leave the room".

"No," Fenrir said, "we've seen her use her powers before".

"Not like this," Hela said, "not to the death".

"Doesn't matter," Jörmungandr said, "we're not children anymore. We've killed people too".

Just to make a point both brothers leaned forward and stared at Vernon, glaring at him and Fenrir took it one step further and said, "you're going to have one painful afterlife".

While Vernon looked on in fear, Loki moved his dagger away from Petunia but gripped her neck and turned it, so she had to look at Vernon and had nowhere else to look. He said, "if you look away, I will make sure you die the same way." She cried.