"Help me?" Hela asked, curiously.
"Let's just say that you're not the only person here who had to deal with a meddling old man," Harry said quietly, his voice just loud enough for Hela to fear.
"NO!" A voice cried out. Harry stopped, his and Hela's head snapped to the side, in front of them was not a man or a creature, no, it was smoke, a bluey-white smoke. Smoke that had shifted to form a scene, there were two people. One of which was on his back, dressed in robes with a skull-shaped mask and blood pouring out of his stomach. Standing above him was another person, Harry blinked upon taking a closer look and realizing who it was. It was him, a younger Harry, Harry honestly wasn't sure how old he was then given that he had stopped aging and there was no color beyond that of the smoke. "Please no!" The man on the floor cried.
"You wear the mask," The smoke Harry spoke. "you suffer the consequences." He said before flicking his wand and sending a cutting curse at the man below him. The man's head, right shoulder, and right arm all fell off from his body. Smoke-Harry turned his head and looked straight towards regular Harry. "bring me the next one." He said, a moment later another smoke-man - dressed just like the one before him - was thrown in front of smoke Harry. "Listen up," Smoke-Harry spoke to him. "if you cooperate then you won't end up like him," Smoke-Harry said, pointing to the man he had just killed. "cooperate and you might just survive."
"Who are they?" Hela asked, gesturing towards the men with skull masks.
"They called themselves 'Death Eaters'," Harry answered, his gaze still locked on smoke Harry. "I had spent the majority of my existence fighting in a war against one man, they were his servants. What is all of this shit?" Harry asked.
"This place… it likes to torture its inhabitants with visions, memories of their past," Hela began explaining. "you can delay it but you can't stop it, trust me, I've tried." She added defeatedly. Harry stared at the cold environment before looking at the smoke, then finally looking back over his shoulder to Hela.
"You've been here and dealing with all of this for so long? I'm surprised that you're still sane, or at least somewhat sane. You really are tougher than I thought." He said a weak smile on his face.
"Don't you forget it," Hela said, half-joking.
"I'll do my best not to." Harry snorted before he continued walking.
"What did you mean?" Hela coughed. "Earlier, when you said… when you talked about an old man."
"I was born near the end of a war," Harry sighed. "my parents fought in it. The leader of the opposition, a guy named 'Voldemort', heard a prophecy that had convinced him that I would be the one to kill him, one day he attacked my family, killed my parents, and then tried to kill me. His attempt backfired when he fell into a trap that my mother had left by sacrificing herself, his spell bounced off of me and destroyed his body. Unfortunately, the idiot in his constant fear of death had used dark magic previously that allowed him to survive."
"Let me guess, soul containers?" Hela asked.
"Yeah, we called them 'horcruxes'," Harry said, he supposed that if anyone was to know about them then it would be the goddess of death. "anyway, the leader of the side my parents were fighting for was a man named Albus Dumbledore. He liked to convince people that he was a kind, grandfather. A wise wizard that they should all listen to because he had defeated another evil wizard and because he was a powerful man who knew best." Harry snorted. "Everyone brought into it, anyone who didn't like him was considered to be dark and evil. Guess what, I didn't like him. Because right after Voldemort's apparent defeat Dumbledore had taken it upon himself to place me under some blood wards that he was able to create from my mother's sacrifice, unfortunately, that meant placing me with my aunt and uncle. My mother was a witch, she was beautiful and smart and kind. My aunt, the exact opposite. She and my uncle hated anyone and anything that didn't fit their definition of normal, and that included me. So while everyone else was blinded by Dumbledore, I found myself pissed off enough with him that I was willing to look at all of the facts."
"Sounds like Odin," Hela commented. "what happened?"
"Dumbledore was a control freak," Harry continued just as they entered the building. "he liked to think he was smart, he came up with plan after plan. Unfortunately, his plans weren't good enough for me, we were fighting a war and people were dying yet he wasn't doing anything offensive. Everything was reacting to what the enemy did, and when it wasn't that then it was some bullshit about trying to redeem Voldemort's followers. Seeing as they liked to rape, torture, and murder for fun, I didn't think that that was a good idea."
"Harry," A voice said, Harry and Hela looked forwards and found smoke forming to show another memory. This time it was with a young Harry, standing opposite an old man dressed in long robes, a pointy hat, a pair of half-moon glasses, long hair that descended down to his lower back, and a long beard that was long enough that it reached his waist. "please, I implore you, you must stop this."
"Is that Dumbledore?" Hela whispered to real Harry.
"Yep." Harry sighed, shaking his head.
"Why the hell should I?" Memory-Harry growled. "I'm actually doing something important."
"Harry, the order and I have been more than adequately fighting off Voldemort…" Memory-Dumbledore began, only to be cut off by Memory-Harry.
"Bullshit! You only ever won the last war because of my mother, and you're losing this one. That's why I'm stepping in. You can't cut it Dumbledore." He said, glaring at him.
"Harry!" Memory-Dumbledore said sharply. "You will control yourself. I…"