The Unknown

Chapter 66: Dursleys Fate

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".