"Last chance, Dumbledore," Harry warned. "walk away."
"It is clear to me that you will not see reason," Dumbledore shook his head before the tip of his wand glowed. "I am sorry about this, Harry, but I cannot allow you to continue on this fool's path, one that nobody else will join you on," Dumbledore said just before a cutting curse grazed his spare arm, he looked in the direction where the curse had come from and his eyes widened dramatically. "Aberforth?!" He gasped upon seeing a man with a similar-sized beard and hair.
"That's his brother." Real Harry told Hela.
"That's where you're wrong," Aberforth spoke. "you helped create two dark lords already Dumbledore. All of this could have been avoided if you had just listened to someone other than yourself! But you can't do that, can you?! I'm not going to let you muck things up anymore. You're not the grand protector of the universe! Stand down! Now!"
"You've fallen down the dark too," Dumbledore said in a sad and disappointed voice. "I cannot believe that you would follow Harry in his twisted desire to…"
"To what?! End a war?! Why don't you learn?!" Aberforth bellowed. "This is about survival! Protecting the innocent! Things we can't do with you around!"
"I hope that one day you will be able to forgive me, brother." Dumbledore raised his wand, but Aberforth had been quicker and fired off a quick chain of spells. Dumbledore defended against them easily enough but hadn't realized that the spells were nothing more than a distraction. Unfortunately for him, he only realized that once Memory Harry had tackled him into a wall, knocking his waned out of his hand. "Harry…" Dumbledor began, only to be cut off by a vicious right hook to the jaw followed by a three-punch combo to the stomach. Memory-Harry grabbed Dumbledore's beard and pulled it down so he could knee him in the face.
Real Harry and Hela watched as Harry in the memory unloaded a lot of built-up anger on Dumbledore, this continued for what seemed like a long time, stopping only when Memory Harry had realized that Dumbledore was in fact dead. The smoke slowly faded away, leaving just Harry and Hela.
"He was 'your Odin', wasn't he?" Hela asked, her voice so quiet that he had barely heard it.
Harry gently lowered himself and placed Hela down, settling her against a wall. He looked towards her, his gaze locked onto hers. "Yes, yes he was."