Chapter 28: The Personal Hell of Albus Dumbledore

"Damion!" Feurety called out causing the vampire to appear beside him.

"Yes, my lord," Damion said bowing deeply.

"I need you to take Albus to the building we talked about in The Kingdom, can you do that please?"

"Yes my lord of course,"

"Oh, and Damion be sure to set up an automated memory extractor, it had better only make a copy though. I want to be able to watch this over and over again."

"Of course my lord,"

"Good, you are dismissed."

The Next Day In The Hell Hole

"Where," Dumbledore coughed loudly, "Am I?" He sat up and looked around finding himself in a bed, his bed. "It must have just been a dream," Dumbledore rose and brushed his teeth, got dressed like any normal day. He walked out to his headmaster office, just like any normal day, except there it felt different, evil in a way.

He walked down to the great hall for breakfast, when he got there he sat down and made his toast.

Minivera was missing from the staff table. She burst in through the door holding the head of his sister, Ariana.

"Miny what do you think you are doing!" He shouted sobs escaping his mouth.

"Oh, this?" Minivera laughed, "I thought it was a lovely decoration. Don't worry, more are on the way," Minivera said cheerfully and walked over to the Gryffindor table placing the head of Albus' little sister promptly in the center.

Snape smirked, "Well, Miny you can't be the only one to decorate their table!" Snape walked out and about two minutes later back in, carrying the head of Aberforth, Dumbledore's brother. "See, my decoration is just as good as yours Miny!" He yelled and placed it in the center of the Slytherin table. A deeply shocked Dumbledore began to cry.

Minivera smiled brightly and turned to the staff table, "I told you he'd like it! Come on, the other two tables are looking bare!"

Flitwick stood with Sprout and they hurried out of the Great Hall, they soon came back, Flitwick holding the head of his mother and Sprout holding his father's head.

Minivera smiled bright again, "Doesn't it look lovely Albus!"

Albus looked at her not understanding what was wrong with his staff, they were so uncompassionate, he was crying and they thought it was of joy. The voice of the headmistress pierced his ears again, "Oh, looks like it's time to eat!" She waved her hand and the body of Fawkes, the familiar of the headmaster appeared on the staff table over a burning fire. Minivera laughed and grabbed a leg biting down right in front of the headmaster. "Never knew phoenix could taste so good!" She exclaimed.

"Miny, put down the leg" Dumbledore said with an edge to his voice.

"But it tastes so good," She said taking another bite.

"Put down the leg and take the heads out of here!" His voice boomed.

"Albus Dumbledore! I have never been so upset in my life! We make a good breakfast for you, add in some gorgeous decorations and you order us to remove it! I don't think so mister!" Minivera exclaimed. Every member of the staff drew a weapon. Minivera drew the sword of Gryffindor and hollered, "Let's Get Him!"

Snape giggled maliciously and pulled out the dagger of Slytherin while Hufflepuff's wand was wielded by Sprout and the book of Ravenclaw was wielded by Flitwick. The book the first thing to hit Dumbledore, it was four feet thick and hurt, Dumbledore passed out from the pain.

"Oh no you don't mister!" Sprout exclaimed and rennervated him, "That's right wake up! Crucio!" He screamed out in pain.

Minivera turned to Severus, "On three?"

"Course Miny,"

"One, Two, Three!" Snape stabbed him in the heart and Miny cut off his balls at the same time. He died slowly enough to hear Miny say, "I always knew he was a heartless, ball-less bastard."

The Next Day in Dumbledore's Hell

"I am not a heartless bastard!" Dumbledore found himself screaming when he woke up. He looked around slightly confused, "Oh, it's just a dream," He walked outside the room he was in and found himself in a field. Hogwarts was burning before him and there was a man standing in the middle of it all with four people battling him. He walked forward and saw the man was in black and gold robes.

"Reveal yourself fowl beast!" He yelled and pulled out his wand, however, it was a rubber chicken, in the hand of the man however, was his wand. The man walked forward and put the wand away he grabbed Dumbledore by his neck and threw him across the field.

"I am a beast, you are right, but do you know who I am?"

"Who!" He screamed at the man.

The man pulled off his mask and revealed the twisted face of, "I am you, Albus Dumbledore," He smirked brightly, "I am the true you, what lies deep in your heartless abyss." He pulled out a bag of powder, "Eat this,"

"What will it do?"

"Make this nightmare go away," Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise and he ate the disgusting powder. "Good, now come here," Dumbledore walked forward and the evil version of himself lit a match, Dumbledore went up in flames, his entire body catching from the gun powder he ate.

The Next Day In Dumbledore's Hell

Feurety was waiting for old Dumbleshit's when he awoke, he couldn't leave all the torturing to a room after all, that was just stupid. Dumbledore got up and walked wearily outside only to find a familiar skulled face, "You again!" Albus exclaimed.

"Ooo You again!" Feurety hollered back giggling, "Hello Albus, enjoying your stay?"

"I demand you release me as Supreme Mugwap."

"You seem to be forgetting that I am the King, God, and Lord of this place and that it sure as hell isn't your ministry. However I am offering you a chance to leave here,"

"Leave here and what? Join your Kingdom?"

"No, just beat me in a duel, plain and simple, I'll even beat you without the killing curse or any dark spells. I really want to prove to you that there is only magic and good magic can be as bad as bad magic. Even if I have to kill you 100 times in different ways I will. " Feurety told him smiling.

"A duel? With a twelve year old egomaniac?"

"Precisely, you think you can handle it?"

Dumbledore laughed, "I think I can defeat you with my wand hand behind my back,"

"Then let us begin," They each bowed and took three steps apart then turned and the duel began.

Feurety didn't raise either of his wands just yet and waited as Dumbledore cast the first spell, a simple expelliarmus. Feurety smiled when the spell hit him and he allowed one wand to leave his hand, Dumbledore caught it and proclaimed the duel over.

Feurety put up his empty hand and shook his index finger back and forth telling Dumbledore, "No, no, Dumbledore, you can't think I got this far because I'm weak? Did you?"

Dumbledore looked down and saw that the wand was eating away at his skin, "This, this wand is dark magic!"

"It is not dark magic, it is just made so that only I may wield it. I told you that once, but you never listen," Feurety held his hand out and the wand flew to it. He waved his hand and the battle ground changed into a large battle field equipped with weapons on each side behind the men. Pick a weapon my dear headmaster, or beat me with your wand, either way I will win." Dumbledore hollered something incoherent and ran forward casting the killing curse once, twice, three times. Feurety took each hit one by one with no pain and walked forward to Dumbledore.

"Lesson one," Feurety waved his wand and cast the levitation charm, "How a simple first year spell can be lethal," A sword rose up and levitated. Feurety then threw the sword with his wand at Dumbledore and it impaled his arm. "Now, was that dark magic? No it wasn't"

"Lesson Two," Feurety said smiling brightly, "How the summoning charm can be lethal, Accio Dumbledore's heart," Out came Dumbledore's heart, still trying to beat until it finally stopped and shriveled up. He smiled at Dumbledore, "See you tomorrow."