The Unknown

Chapter 1: Living a Lie

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Harry Potter or the Avengers.

Authors note: This is set after the Avengers and is set in the marvel timeline so everything in the Harry Potter universe is moved forward in time. The time is rarely mentioned so it shouldn't be a problem. I will be including Hela into this story but she is not the Hela some of you may have seen in theatres. I thought of this idea before Thor Ragnarok came out so different Hela's. This is my first time posting anything in the Harry Potter or Avengers category. Hope you enjoy the story, please review!

This story was originally and still is posted on fanfiction.net but due to it being uploaded here three times now without my consent, it seems like I have no other choice than to post it here too. I apologise for any spelling or errors, I'm just transferring it over from my other account where I am already working on the sequel and it will take time. Enjoy. 

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Growing up, Dahlia thought she was a nothing, a nobody. Just the orphaned child of two drunks who died in a car accident. Left on the doorstep for her relatives to find, the only ones that would take her in because she was unwanted and was reminded of that every day as she slept under the stairs. She was a weirdo, a nerd and above all else, a freak who wasn't worth the air she breathed. Dudley, her baby whale of a cousin, her uncle Vernon took the title of whale, would always bully her for being an orphan, for having hand me down clothes, for being smarter than he was and for having the lightening scar on her forehead. The scar that she had no recollection of getting as it had been there as long as she could remember. She never remembered anything before she came to live with her relatives and all she had were her dreams that gave her hope of a red haired woman and a shoulder length black haired man, but their faces were blurred as they spoke to her. She dreamt of flying over London on a motorbike and a flash a green light that sent chills down her spine, but they were nothing but dreams. The dreams of a worthless orphan as her aunt Petunia would say.

Then came the day when the letters began to come and for the first time, she saw fear in her aunt and uncle's eyes. She had demanded her letter, it was addressed to her after all, but they had just thrown her into her room which was a small cupboard underneath the stairs. The letters came and came and never stopped, they even moved house but then the giant came...or half giant in Hagrid's case. The truth was finally revealed to her, Dahlia Lily Potter was The Girl Who Lived. A saviour to the Wizarding World, slayer of You-Know-Who or as Dahlia called him, Lord Voldemort as she wasn't afraid to say his name. She finally felt like she belonged when she entered the Hogwarts halls. Sure, she hated the publicity and the fame but she felt like she was home. She had friends who didn't care about her fame and accepted her for who she was. She could be herself, but that didn't save her when it came to the end of the year.

It didn't save her when she told Professor McGonagall that someone was after the stone, it didn't save her as she went challenge through challenge with Ron and Hermione, and it certainly didn't save her when professor Quirrell, possessed by Voldemort, had his hands wrapped around her throat. No, she saved herself. She didn't know how but she saved the stone and saved her life. She didn't know how she burned Professor Quirrell, she was just happy she did, but the possession or spirit that left him and went through her caused her such pain that she thought her head was going to explode and the force of it had knocked her back, leaving her unconscious on the floor.

She could hear people as she was being carried to the hospital wing talking in hushed tone about how she looked awful and about the stone but their voices drifted away as she felt herself drift away to some place unknown.

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Confusion seeped in as soon as the bright light that had engulfed Dahlia had disappeared. She was in a bright green meadow and the grass and trees around her were practically glowing, like nothing she had ever seen before. At the bottom of the meadow was a small stream, and as the water flowed it sounded like chimes as the water danced peacefully. The large oak tree that was in the centre was crooked with age but as the sun shined through its white flowered leaves, they turned gold.