The Unknown

Chapter 5:Niflheim

It was six days after she had spoken to her father and sister and she had not returned to their world. Every time she slept and tried to go to their world, she would dream about Cedric and his death. Dreaming about the green light and how he tried to protect her but died doing so, and it made her think about the people that had already died for her or were hurt and she knew now that Voldemort was back, more people were going to get hurt.

As they were on board the Hogwarts Express, they were discussing the Daily Prophet and how they weren't reporting Cedric's death, Rita Skeeter and how she was an Animagus and how she used it to her advantage. They talked about several things but as each second passed, Dahlia just knew that life couldn't get any worse. The Second War had unofficially started, Voldemort was back to full strength, Cedric was dead, the whole world believed that she was a liar when she tried to warn them, her father was still imprisoned, her sister was in another realm, no clues on where her brothers were and she was on the Hogwarts train back to the Dursleys.

It was only once they pulled into King's Cross Station did Dahlia sigh and finally moved out of her seat after being stiff and on guard almost the entire journey. She stopped the twins before they left the train and handed them her prize winning money from the tournament, not wanting it after Cedric. Of course, they were hesitant but eventually took the money, promising not to tell their mother and to buy Ron some dress robes. Dahlia knew that the twins would put the money to good use, making people smile. That's what people needed because of what's to come.

Leaving the train, she stood with the Weasleys as they said goodbye and she walked through the wall of platform 9 3/4 with her trunk to meet the Dursleys. She was near the entrance concourse when she heard the whisper in the wind, "Dahlia".

She froze for a moment, looking around, "Hela?" She whispered.

"Sister, it's me. You're being watched, look natural. There's a restroom to your right, go there," Hela said and Dahlia looked around to notice a single restroom for the disabled not too far away like her sister said.

Dahlia casually pushed her trunk there, glancing around casually for anyone following her, not notcing anyone following or who looked familiar, except a few Muggle-borns pushing their trunks to the entrance. She pushed her trolley into the bathroom before locking the door and as she turned, her sister appeared. "Hela" she sighed.

Hela, who was wearing a cloak, pushed the hood of the cloak down and smiled, "sister".

Slowly, they both took steps towards each other till they were almost touching and Dahlia raised her right hand and touched Hela's left blue decayed cheek and couldn't help but give a joyful giggle when her hand touched her sister for the first time. Both smiled as they pulled each their close in their first embrace, holding tightly, embracing the touch they were forbidden from for so long.

It was a few minutes later that they finally pulled apart and Dahlia asked, "what are you doing here?"

"I needed to see you in person. Dahlia, I want you to come with me. Come to Niflheim".

Dahlia sighed and looked down disappointed, "I told you I can't. I have to go back to Hogwarts and-"

"I'll bring you back", she cut her sister off, "come with me for a few days, a week and I promise I'll bring you back. I just...I want you safe for as long as possible. Please come with me". Hela then did the pouty look which made Dahlia laugh.

"Aren't you a little old to be making that look?"

Hela gasped and said, "just think, in mortal appearances I'm only a couple of years older than you".

Dahlia rolled her eyes and said, "yeah yeah. You're still a Queen though".

"Which is another reason, I only act like this when I'm alone with my family or the people closest to me...so will you come with me?" Hela asked hopefully.