I woke up, taking a deep breath in, knowing what today is. The choosing ceremony.

I waited for someone to come and escort me to this mystery ceremony, eventually Max came to get me, gunting me to follow him.

I walked out of the hospital. For the first time since I arrived here, I saw the city, it was bad, like from some kind of apocalypse world or something.

I walked to the building, but I stopped as I saw kids around my own age jumping off a fast moving train, were they crazy or just insane, but it looked like fun.

I walked in to see a room, a huge room with many other people and kids around my own age. I sat beside Max, as I waited for it to begin.

Marcus was soon on the stage in front of a table that has 5 bowls on it, it made me wonder what they're for.

Marcus called the first person, then it got to the last names, beginning with the letter, P.

"Caleb Prior."

A teenage boy from the Abnegation walks up, cuts his hand and puts it over the bowl. "Erudite."

He goes to sit with the other Erudite people, who welcome him. I hope that it's what he truly wants, whenever my ex-friends abandoned me, I wished and still do that the hat just put me in Slytherin, ignoring my pleas and all, instead of putting me into Gryffindor.

"Beatrice Prior."

A young girl with blonde hair that was tied up in a bun makes her way over to the table and she took awhile to decide. Eventually she puts her bleeding hand over a bowl.

"Dauntless."

"Helen Potter."

This is it. I made my way up the steps and looked over the bowls, there were five of them. One has stones, then the other following bowls has;coals, glass, water and soil.

I took the knife from Marcus, cut my hand and looked over them, recognizing the sigils on them, I hover my hand over the coals, Dauntless.

I am Dauntless, I need to learn how to be brave again and all I have ever known is war and violence ever since my parents died.

I walk down to the Dauntless side and they welcome me, at least no one is saying, "We've got Potter" this time.

The rest of the ceremony went pretty quickly, the girl, Beatrice, looked at me and offered a smile. But it fades as she looks at my hand and I know why, she is seeing the cut I have on my hand, the one Umbridge made me write with a blood quill in my 5th year at Hogwarts.

I must not tell the lies.

I just smile at her and mutter, "It was a long time ago."

Soon it was over, we all were outside, running and we followed the Dauntless to the railing of the train. I climbed it, reaching the top, I let out a sigh of relief.

Until the train arrived, not stopping, only slowing down a little bit, but it was still going fast. I broke out into a run. Thanks to being on the run from Voldemort and his goons for a year while hunting down the Horcruxes, it has gave me more speed.

I reach out to grab the handle on the train and a girl with Beatrice pulls me in, helping me onto the train.

I panted as I sat down, thinking that was such a rush and craziest thing I have done in this place so far.

"Is it me or are they trying to kill us?" the girl asked.

The girl has black skin, black hair that is short and brown eyes. I knew straight away from her clothes she was from Candor.

I just laugh. "Story of my life. Someone is always trying to do me in."

That made them laugh even more. "That must suck." said the girl.

"Helen Potter."

"Ah, the mystery girl." she said, smiling. "The leaders let us know a few days ago about you. Where did you come from?"

"Different place, I guess. It's a long story." I explained.

"You don't look like a Helen, I think you look like a-"

"A Hela, like the ones from the stories of Thor and Asgard." I said, wondering how many times I was going to hear this. "Yeah, I've been told."

The train started to speed up again, making it hard to hear. I took off my glasses, wiping them. I look at the glasses I've had ever since I was a kid, I wonder if they have eye contacts here.

I put them back on and close my eyes, leaning my head back against the wall, resting them but keeping my ears open for when we arrive wherever the hell we're going.

Someone shakes me and I open my eyes, jumping to my feet, ready to fight with my bare hands if I have to. But it was only the girl and Beatrice.

"We're here."

I nodded and we went to the door to see that it was still moving really fast, not slowing down much. But we saw how the Dauntless were jumping off the train onto the roof.

That's crazy! As Ron would've put it, bloody hell.

Thinking about Ron hurts, if anyone's betrayal had been the worse, it was Ron and Hermione's betrayals. I shake my head, trying to rid myself out of the thought.

I stepped back, took my glasses off, put them in my pocket and I hoped I wouldn't break them and I gave a little running start and leaped out of the train onto the roof, I landed on my knees.

"Scarhead didn't turn into a pancake!" said a voice, sneering at me. I thought for a moment, just for a moment, that it was Draco until I looked up to see a boy, with dark shiny hair, he has a bright, wide smile, his eyes are dark green, wide and his nose is long with a narrow bridge. It looks like he is from Candor, too. He reminds me of Draco Malfoy when I first met him in Diagon Alley.

I wanted to punch him in the nose, it'd probably make his nose look a whole lot better with a new personality.

I heard screaming, I walked over to the edge to see that a girl, Rita had fallen to her death. Not the best way to go out.

"Listen up!" Max said and we all turned to him as he stepped onto the edge, as if he didn't care that we were all on top of a big, big building. "My name is Max, I am one of the leaders of your new faction. Several stories below us is the members' entrance to our compound. If you can't muster the will to jump off, you don't belong here. Our initiates have the privilege of going first."

That was one hell of a welcome speech, not even Dumbledore could do that. I try not to think about the headmaster either, the fake evidence had been his betray, not him hiding the big secret about Helen being the 7th Horcrux, not keep sending her back to the Dursleys despite how she begged him not to send her back. The real betrayal had been the fake evidence.

"You want us to jump off a ledge?!" asked an Erudite girl, she is taller than I am, with mosey brown hair and big lips, her mouth drops open in horror.

I don't know why she's expecting anything else. We ran here, climbed up a rail of train tracks and jumped on and off a train.

"Yes." Max says, he looked amused.

"Is there some water at the bottom or something?" a boy asked behind me.

"Who knows?" He raises an eyebrow.

The crowd in front of the initiates splits in half, making a wide path for us. I looked around, no one looked eager to jump off the building, so I took off my glasses so they wouldn't fall off my face and put them back in my pocket as I made my way to the ledge of the building.

Max steps aside, leaving my way clear. I walked up on the edge and looked down to see a hole and glasses or no, the bottom was nothing but pitch darkness.

I don't think, but jump. The wind hits my skin and my hair falls out of the ponytail, letting my wild hair down.

I land in something with a little bounce, my heart is beating like crazy, which it hasn't done since my wand did that thing, acting on its own on the way to the Weasley's home, defending me and Hagrid from Voldemort.

I rolled over but someone caught me, holding my arms firmly as he helped me get to my feet.

The boy, who can't be any older than me, he has a spare upper lip and a full lower lip with brown chocolate eyes that look similar to mine, that he has been through something bad. He is wearing a black jacket, trousers and boots. His brown hair is sticking up in every direction and his aura feels safe, good to me. Which is something I have not felt since Cedric, he had a similar aura.

"Did you get pushed, kid?"

"No." I said, shaking my head. Why is his voice so familiar? "Did it look like I did?"

His lips twitch into a small smile, looking amused.

We stand on a platform ten feet above the ground, around us is an open cavern. Brilliant.

"Can't believe it," a voice says from behind him, female. I looked behind him to see it belongs to a dark-haired girl with three silver rings through her right eyebrow. She smirks at me. "An outsider, the first to jump? Unheard of."

"There's a reason she left them, Lauren." he says, he has a deep husky voice and it rumbles. My magic is going crazy over him. "What's your name?"

I wanted to say Helen, but the word didn't come out as if something inside of me change me, or that the old Helen died back there in the battlefield against Voldemort after all.

I guess, it just doesn't sound right after all, but I wonder if I could change my name right here and now.

"Think about it, but once you pick a new name, you can't change it again." the boy says, a faint smile curling his lips.

A new world, new place and a new name. I can be myself here, not the chosen one, not the girl who lived, none of the crap. Just myself, Hela.

"Okay, um…I'm Hela."

He nods, having this look like he liked my pick. "First jumper, Hela!"

There was cheering, but I didn't care for that. He touches my lower back, in a whisper. "Welcome to Dauntless."

I smiled as I joined the other Dauntless as Tris had jumped down from the building down to the net, her blonde hair falling out of her bun.

One by one, Dauntless and the other initiates have arrived, the boy and Lauren are doing a speech of their own. I wonder why I found the boy familiar, had we known each other, was he the one who found me and brought me here or is it something else?

I don't know, but what I did know is that I might've found my mate, soul-bond. But why would this boy want a freak, an outsider like me?