The summer before 7th year

Harry was lying on the grass at the Burrow, glad for a moment alone. He loved all of the Weasley's dearly, but they just weren't the people one wanted around when they wanted to think. He stared at the sky watching the clouds pass by, noticing shapes. Hmmm... Harry chuckled. There must be something wrong with a person's mind when a cloud can look like a goldfish wearing a bowler hat.

The peace ended suddenly. Harry's head was on fire as his scar burned. But the pain wasn't the worst part.

The images... his parents being murdered, Ginny lying near death on the floor of the Chamber of Secrets, Cedric's body in the graveyard, Sirius falling through the veil... all of the worst things Harry had ever witnessed.

Then he heard a voice

Potter!

Voldemort was speaking to him.

Potter! Look. Look at everything you have caused. The suffering of your loved ones. The ones who have fallen in your foolish fight for good.

Harry began to sob. "It's not my fault. You bastard, it's you!"

Foolish boy! You will never give up, will you? Because of you foolishness more will die. As long as you fight, I will be there. I was there when you were a baby and I am still here. I will always be a step behind you. When you grow up. On your wedding day. When your first born arrives. I will be there, and I will take it away, as I always have. Give up!

"NO!"

Anger and power surged through Harry. He wanted to get to Voldemort and kill him. With every fiber of his being he wished to be right behind that piece of scum who had taken so much from him. And suddenly...

POP!

Harry was standing on grass, the edge of a cliff before him, the bright sky all around him, and 3 feet in front of him...

Voldemort

Harry was right behind him. Right behind the murderous scum-lord who's death had been Harry's mission for 16 years. Voldemort was standing right on the edge of a precipice, overlooking rocks and open field. In a burst of fury, Harry had apparated hundreds of miles to this spot. The spot where it would end, once and for all.

Harry pulled his wand out of his back pocket and held it in front of him. He struggled to find a spell. One curse, out of all the deadly curses he had been trained to know. For a moment, they all left and he nearly cried out with the frustration. Then, he yelled out the first word that came to him as Voldemort turned around and Harry saw the red eyes with their cat-like pupils.

Tarantallegra- The tap dancing curse. Harry used a school yard prank against the nearly immortal Dark Lord. But even a schoolyard prank can be lethal when combined with a 500 foot drop onto jagged rock. And Voldemort wasn't immortal yet.

A few seconds later Harry stood stunned as his lifelong nemesis disappeared off the edge of the cliff.

3 days later, Harry reached a small village and contacted the Ministry of Magic through an elderly witch's fireplace.

A week later Voldemort's mangled body was found by Aurors at the foot of the cliff.

Harry's only thought: My life's goal has been accomplished before I turned 17.

What now?