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AN: This is another tying up loose ends mini-chapter, truthfully this just came to me as an afterthought... so don't take it too seriously as I know there are some plotholes involved.
AN: You should also know there is a seven-hour time difference between Costa Rica and The U K.
Head's Office, Hogwarts,8/14/1993, 08:30
Albus was having a strange morning, he had just received a floo call from Head unspeakable Saul Croaker at three this morning. Albus was shocked when Saul informed him the prophecy he had witnessed thirteen years ago had been nullified at thirty-five minutes after nine last night.
This could only mean one thing, Harry Potter was dead. Unfortunately, he was a bit at a loss as to what to do though he had made arrangements to get the ball rolling on collecting the horcruxes now that Tom was no longer protected by the prophecy.
As he sat there sucking on a lemon drop, ministry aurors were responding to an anonymous tip he had made about three muggle women being held prisoner in the dungeons of Malfoy manor.
He had let Lucius Malfoy slide over the diary nonsense as Tom would have needed him when he regained a body. Now that Albus had no intention of letting Tom regain said body he decided, the blonde annoyance was going to the Azkaban resort.
'That will teach him to try and oust me from Hogwarts,' Dumbledore thought with a vindictive smile.
He had also unsealed the Potter will which should have Sirius Black exonerated by this afternoon. Peter Pettigrew should be apprehended momentarily if his personal house elf Handy was successful at retrieving him from the Weasleys.
As if the mere thought had caused it to happen, Albus heard a soft 'pop' before a rat missing a toe appeared in the enchanted cage sitting on his desk. Albus smiled down at the rat who was looking up at Albus in terror.
"Good morning, Mr Pettigrew, so nice of you to pop in," Dumbledore smiled in satisfaction as the rat looked at him almost pleadingly.
"Don't worry my boy, the dementors won't be so bad. It's the shower room you should be worried about," Albus said in a consoling tone before he was brought out of taunting the rat by the sounds of progress.
Another 'pop' sounded in the room before the Lost Diadem of Ravenclaw appeared on his desk.
He had an appointment at Gringotts at eleven to search Bellatrix' vault, then he could nip by the Gaunt shack on his way to meet with Sirius who should have gotten his patronus message by now.
Hopefully, by this evening Tom's anchors would be destroyed and he could begin his long-awaited retirement at his beach house on Key West.
Checking his watch, he decided he had time to get Mr Pettigrew to the DMLE before he made the trip to Gringotts.
He really did pity Mr Pettigew, there was no hot water in the showers at Azkaban.
Throwing some floo powder in the fireplace, Albus stepped into the green flames and called out, "Ministry of Magic," and disappeared in a flash of flame.
Five Hours Later
Albus appeared in his office with a flash of green flame, he stepped out of the fireplace clutching a silk bag. This bag had taken hours to fill but he was quite pleased with his efforts. The bag contained the Cup of Helga Hufflepuff, The Gaunt Family Ring, and The Locket of Salazar Slytherin was gently set on the desk before Albus untied the drawstrings, it was finally time to sever Tom's anchors.
Albus put on a pair of dragon hide gloves before removing the items one by one. Admiring them for a moment lined up on his desk he couldn't help but lament the fact he was about to destroy three priceless treasures.
Deciding he might as well get on with it, Albus took the Sword of Gryffindor out of its glass case above the mantle and held it in a two-hand grip.
Steading himself, Albus raised the sword and brought it down hard on the diadem, not pausing he lifted the sword again smashing the ring, then the cup, and finally the locket. To an outsider, it would look like the ancient headmaster was playing a strange game of wack-a-mole.
The crescendo of agonized wails nearly gave him a migraine as each item voiced its displeasure at a slightly different moment, one wail bleeding into the next so that it seemed to never end.
Same Time Albania
Being a bodiless mass of soul was a drag, he loved himself more than anyone on the planet but after thirteen years with only himself as company he needed a break! His own whining about Harry Potter and the constant complaints about his lazy servants made him wish he had the means to hold a wand so he could crucio himself!
Tom was distracted from his self-hatred when he saw an elderly man carrying a big red stone with a glazed look in his eye being guided through the dense forest by one of his useless servants.
"My lord I have found you after over a decade of searching!" Rupert Cromwell exclaimed looking like this was the happiest moment of his miserable life.
"Excellent, and who have you brought with you, Mr Cromwell?" Voldemort asked in a disembodied hiss.
"This is Nicholas Flamel, I put him under the imperius curse and made him bring you the stone, my lord," His servant said looking very pleased with himself as he forced Flamel to kneel before his master and present the stone for inspection.
This was a wonderful stroke of luck, he could be returned to full power within the next hour, and then he could make himself pay for all of his endless whinings.
The wraith floated forward to admire the stone, the sheer power of it made his ethereal form flutter delightfully.
"You have done well, I am ready to retake my place as the most powerful sorcerer in the worl -
Voldemort was cut off from his monologue when he felt a painful stretching feeling that he couldn't explain. The ghostly dark lord shrieked in agony as he felt a pain like he couldn't imagine as his very being felt like it was being consumed by white-hot fire!
Tom Marvolo Riddle's blood-curdling wails filled the forest for what seemed like an eternity before his soul burst into nothingness, his anchors were no longer tethering him to this plane of existence.
The second Voldemort's soul imploded and he ceased to exist, the failsafes he embedded in all of his follower's marks activated.
Every death eater bearing his mark burst into flames from the inside out as their magical core spontaneously combusted, destroying Voldemort's legacy once and for all.
Back at Hogwarts, three minutes and forty-six seconds later
Dumbledore was just finding a box to put the mangled horcrux vessels in when the door burst open and a worried-looking Minerva entered his office.
" Albus, Severus!" Minerva said looking horrified.
"What about Severus?" Albus asked looking at his deputy head as he picked up the final horcrux vessel and prepared to put it in the box. Idly he noticed the Gaunt family ring had a very familiar marking etched into the black stone.
"Albus, Severus just caught fire in the staff room!" Minerva exclaimed borderline hysterically not that Albus paid much attention as he continued to stare at the ring a longing look in his eye.
"I'm sure he'll be alright," Albus said distractedly.
"He's a pile of ash Albus!" Minerva exclaimed incredulously.
"What caused this?" Albus asked looking up from the ring for the first time.
"We were having our head of house meeting and Filius mentioned that Harry Potter had scored higher on his charms final than any student other than Mrs Granger. Severus said something and then burst into flames. It was awful Albus!" Minerva exclaimed.
If Albus was being honest this was the best news he had heard in... thirteen years. Ever since he had taken that whiner on it had been endless complaining about anyone with the last name of Potter. That was on top of the yearly complaints about Severus' methods in the classroom, his blatant favouritism, and that wasn't even getting started on the man's hygiene!
No, as far as Albus was concerned this was a most welcome development. Albus had planned for Severus to join Pettigrew and Malfoy in Azkaban after his services as a spy were up anyway. This would just save money on floo powder.
"I will make arrangements for a new staff room to be set up, I imagine the current one is unusable?" Albus asked.
"It is," Minerva said sounding very shaken.
"What did Severus say?" Albus asked as he absentmindedly slid the Gaunt ring onto his finger.
"He said... oh please, just kill me now!" Minerva recited in a horrified tone.
Albus went to reply when he felt a burning pain in his hand radiating upwards from the ring on his middle finger.
"Albus!" Minerva shrieked as Dumbledore collapsed when the curse on the ring took full effect.
Only a handful of people in Magical Britain had the experience with dark magic to contain this curse. Unfortunately, all but one of them had burst into flames when their magical core combusted less than ten minutes ago.
The one person that could was currently a guest at the Veela enclave in Sofia Bulgaria, not that Horace Slughorn would have gone out of his way to help Albus Dumbledore anyway.
Minerva called for help but by the time Poppy arrived it was too late, the curse had travelled up his arm to his heart and taken his life in the most painful way imaginable.
And so ended the tale of Albus Dumbledore, fallen by his own negligence mere moments after he had achieved victory over Voldemort and purged Britain of the darker elements of their society. If Albus had not died he could have moulded the country in any way he saw fit as all of his opposition in the Wizengamot had perished upon Voldemort's final destruction.
Alas, it was not to be as Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore followed his greatest foe through the veil and on to his next great adventure.
The only silver lining was that what remained of the government was now able to make changes for the country that had been stymied by the dark faction for centuries.
If Harry Potter ever did return to Magical Britain it would be to a country he would hardly recognize.