A. P. W. B. D.
Albus affixed his gaze on the wizard he had only
heard of before. "Grindewald, I presume," Albus stated.
"And who...are you?" rumbled the deep voice from the mountain-sized
man with glowing purple eyes.
"The only one who can defeat you...at least, according to our prophecy
that's who I am," said Albus in an amused voice, while stroking his auburn
The small mountain of a man gave a sudden boom of laughter. "I hope you are
prepared to die, then," rumbled the deep voice.
"I have had plenty of time to prepare to defeat you," said
Albus,"but, dear me...I'm afraid I have been much too busy to prepare for
death. Well, I suppose I will simply have to not die then." said Albus with
a small smile. "Shall we duel?"
"You are challenging me in my home," rumbled Grindelwald. "Be
aware that you can not possibly hope to leave here alive. Do you honestly think
there are no protective spells on this place? As a matter of fact, there is a
very special one on the entrance."
"Ah," Albus nodded his head in appreciation of Grindelwald's strategic
thinking, "a spell that will allow anyone to enter, but prevents all from
leaving, I presume."
"By insuring a most horrible demise." Through the flickering
torchlight Albus thought he saw Grindelwald smile, although it was hard to tell
in the darkness of the stone dungeon.
"Nigra Conjuro!" A cloud of blackness, like mist but misteriously dark
and foreboding, emitted from Grindelwald's wand and continued to expand as it
floated toward Albus.
"Expecto Patronum!" Albus' patronus, a huge, gleaming white lion,
erupted from the end of his wand. The lion circled the the cloud, gathering it
up, then charged into the center and dissolved, canceling out the blackness.
"Stupify!" A red stunner flew out of Grindelwald's wand.
"Protego!" The stunner bounced off of the shielding spell and blew a
good - sized chunk out of the moldy dungeon wall.
"Tentacula Extenscio," Grindelwald bellowed at the wall behind Albus.
The mold on the wall began to grow rapidly and started writhing. Thick tendrils
shot out and began to curl around Albus' arms.
"Amorphus Cotton-candious," Albus muttered and immediately he was
surrounded by pink fluffiness instead of mold. Albus tasted a bit of the cotton
candy that clung to his surrounded his wrist. "Not bad, what those muggles
come up with. But I prefer those little yellow things they call Lemon Drops.
Scourgify!" The fluffy pink clouds of sugar disappeared.
"You and your sweet tooth," Grindelwald sneered as he and Albus began
to circle one another. "Your fondness for muggles and their confections
make you weak. Serpentus Conjurus!" A large and very poisonous looking
snake appeared in the middle of the floor. Grindelwald began to hiss at it,
using parseltongue to command the snake to attack and kill Albus. The snake
turned its attention to its prey.
"Mongoose Apparacia," Albus boomed and in front of the snake a very
hungry- looking mongoose appeared. The snake hissed and the mongoose leapt
forward, attacking. After a few minutes of struggling and noise, which
Grindelwald and Albus watched in fascination, the mongoose began happily
munching a snake dinner.
"Well," Albus said clearing his throat and trying to return his focus
to the task at hand.
"Expellairmus," Grindelwald immediately boomed. Albus was thrown
against the wall that had been blasted earlier and fell hard on a pile of
rubble. Albus could feel that his knee was torn and bleeding from the sharp
rocks. What was more worrying, however, was that Albus' wand had flown out of
his hand and was laying across the room.
"It is time this was finished," boomed Grindelwald at the same time as
Albus desparately commanded, "Accio Wand!"
Albus' wand zoomed to his hand just in time. As Grindelwald screamed, "Avadra,"
Albus cried, "Illumoria," and blinding white light flashed into being,
washing out all sight with its brightness. Time seemed to slow as Grindelwald
covered his eyes and involuntarily staggered back, even as he raised his wand
and opened his mouth to respond with the deadly curse.
However, just before he could utter a sound, the movement of his last footfall
connected with the ground and Grindelwald looked up in surprise as his hands and
feet burst into flame. He had stepped into the doorway, and the spell he had put
into place to keep Albus from leaving alive activated on himself.
"You may have defeated me, Dumbledore," Grindelwald yelled, " but
my legacy will bring the world to its knees. A new world order of terror will
begin, for I have trained an apprentice with more promise than I could have ever
"Who," demanded Albus, his blue eyes as hard and cold as ice,
"who is your apprentice?"
Grindelwald's ominous laughter rang out as flames steadily covered more of his
"The boy calls himself....Voldemort."
And with that the flames consumed his whole body, leaving only a pile of ashes.
Someone rapped on the door. Startled, Dumbledore raised his face from the
McGonagall entered, closing the door behind her with a snap.
"Professor, I'm worried about Potter," McGonagall said, wringing her
hands. "He seems... withdrawn. Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley say he spends
all of his time studying Defense Against the Dark Arts. I mean, that's not bad,
but, well... he's given up quidditch. Mr. Weasley said he saw a hand-written
will in Harry's books. I mean, the boy never smiles anymore and I don't think
he's left the castle once this year," she finished, looking worried.
Dumbledore gazed at her for a moment, and then prodded the swirling mist of the
"It will take time," he said, picking up the pensieve and returning it
to its place in the cabinet by the door, "but Harry will be fine once he
catches up with his fate." Dumbledore closed the cabinet door behind which,
in the pensieve, his memories continued to swirl.