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Dumbledore was not a happy camper. Oh, he was trying to be, of course, but everyone could tell he wasn't managing it at all. Snape looked like he was in a better mood than Dumbledore, and if that wasn't weird, nothing was.

Things had gotten quite annoying for Dumbledore over the last couple of weeks. The twelve somewhat sentient furbies who believed he was their grandfather, were still hovering around his head, but they were no longer the only menaces around.

Half a dozen Elmos, recognized by the Muggleborns, waddled after Dumbledore wherever he went, laughing obnoxiously. Though why they were wielding knives, no one knew. These knives were fake, and so, weren't dangerous, but seemed to have been attached to the Elmos with a permanent sticking charm, because they couldn't be removed.

And then there was the bear.

There was a bear with light brown fur, that always appeared at the table when Dumbledore was attempting to eat. It stood next to his plate and provided entertainment in the form of a song and dance, where it shook its ass at the old man. It appeared at his desk in the Headmaster's office as well, which made it rather difficult for Dumbledore to get any work done.

Dumbledore tried countless times to rid himself of these irritating toys, but no matter what spell he used, every attempt was an utter failure.

Meanwhile, on a less fun side, the papers were filled with interviews from former Hogwarts students who'd suffered through abuse at the hands of their guardians. All of them claimed to have approached Dumbledore about their situation when they'd been students, and all of them said they'd gone ignored. Some even claimed their abuse had worsened after their confessions.

These interviews began in the Quibbler, a not-so-well-regarded magazine owned by the Lovegoods, but after a couple of days, the interviews began to be published in other, much better-known magazines and papers, and after a while, there wasn't a single person who hadn't read or at least heard about the interviews.

Hogwarts was filled with gossip, especially because a few of the people interviewed were current (of age) students. Despite not being of age himself, Harry had received permission from his godfather to be interviewed as well, and the most popular interview, the one plastered on every front page, was his.

Harry had gone into an uncomfortable amount of detail describing his life with the Dursleys. He hadn't found it very pleasant to talk about, but he'd taken solace in the fact that the Dursleys were dead, and that Dumbledore would soon follow them.

They still needed to get those lemon drops first though.


Two weeks later, Dumbledore was discredited. Literally. It was surprisingly easy too. Minister Malfoy just took away all of Dumbledore's titles, citing the many allegations against him and claiming the stripping of the titles was only temporary, as they had to investigate everything.

It wasn't, of course, but Dumbledore would be dead soon, so it wasn't going to matter in the long run.

Malfoy couldn't stop Dumbledore from being Headmaster of Hogwarts, unfortunately, but that was something Harry and Marvolo would handle on their own. Malfoy had taken care of his (shockingly easy) part.

His reward was a set of nice robes.

But once again, Harry and Marvolo found themselves in the middle of a bit of a disagreement. While it was true they both wanted Dumbledore dead, they couldn't agree on how to do it.

Marvolo just wanted to hit him with the killing curse and put an end to everything quickly. Dumbledore had been disgraced enough, and was being snubbed by students and professors alike. Even the house elves didn't seem to like him much anymore.

His only companions now were the dozen furbies that flew around his head, the half a dozen Elmos that stalked him around the castle, and the bear that danced at every table he sat at. No one trusted him, not even the four Heads of Houses, and Sirius had already threatened to kill him fifty-seven times-and that was just today!

He would never be imprisoned, Marvolo was well aware of that, but that was why he wanted the old man dead. Squirming out of imprisonment was always a possibility for Dumbledore. Squirming out of death was not.

Harry wasn't satisfied by that though. The killing curse was too quick, he claimed. Too good. He wanted Dumbledore's death to be slow. He wanted it to be painful. He wanted Dumbledore to suffer alone and afraid in a place no one would ever be able to help him.

"He will break out of any room he is locked in," Marvolo protested. He and Harry were in his (or rather, Professor Leo Bright's) private rooms. "I have powerful dark magic, yes, but Dumbledore should be capable of countering nearly every spell I can cast."

"I have a plan for that," said Harry. "What if we mix your magic with someone else's magic?"

Marvolo frowned. "There is no one in this castle with magic strong enough to counter Dumbledore. None of the professors are skilled enough, and the students are significantly weaker. You should already know this."

Harry smiled. "I never said it was a professor or a student, though."

"What in the world are you getting at?"

Harry's smile only widened. "I'm talking about Dobby, of course. House elves have their own branch of magic, don't they? If both you and Dobby seal the room, there's no way Dumbledore'll get out.

"He might be able to get through your magic, sure, but he's never going to expect house elf magic was used too. And even if he does figure it out, he'll never be able to break Dobby's spells, since wizard magic and house elf magic are completely different."

Marvolo looked more than a little impressed. "I see... I hadn't thought of that," he admitted. Leaning back in his seat, he regarded Harry closely. "And what is your plan after he is locked in his new prison?"

"It won't just be any prison," said Harry. "I have a specific place in mind. A place no one in the castle ever wants to find themselves in. It's the one place all of us avoid."

"I assume you aren't referring to the Chamber of Secrets."

Harry waved that away. "Nah. There's somewhere else that's way scarier."

Marvolo raised an expecting brow, and he frowned. "Well?" he asked.

Harry grinned again. "Did you know there were three more students Sorted with me in first year?"

"Were there?"

"Yeah," said Harry. "McDougal, Perks, and Moon. As you can see, none of them are here anymore."

"They left Hogwarts?"

Harry shook his head. "No. They're dead. All three of them. Because they went into that room."

Marvolo was a little surprised when he saw a hint of fear in Harry's eyes. "What room?" he asked, genuinely curious to know. He'd never heard about anything like this before."

"Isn't it obvious?" said Harry. "Trevor's room."

That's it for now. We're almost finished. I'm guessing there are two more chapters after this. Probably. Looking forward to reviews! Laterz!

*I've mentioned this before in a different AN, but the Elmo toy in this chapter refers to Tickle-Me Elmo, which was around in '99 or 2000ish, I think. It has a knife in this because in kindergarten, I had a nightmare where my younger brother's Tickle-Me Elmo chased me around with a knife while laughing manically.

The bear is also a toy my younger brother had back then. It's from a show called Bear in the Big Blue House. Too lazy to look up the bear's name, but my mind keeps saying his name was Bear or Blue, so, yeah, it danced and possibly sang as well? I don't remember, lol.