Disclaimer: It's JKR's world not mine, I would think that obvious at this point.

A/N: The much desired Dumbledore and Harry confrontations. Next chapter is Harry at the ministry, and the little epilogue tacked on.

*The technical term for the Australian Embassy in London is the High Commission, and you will see it used in this chapter.

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Dumbledore calmly replied to his less than warm greeting, "I must admit surprise at your appearance Harry. I had been operating under the assumption that you had set foot on British soil for the last time."

Harry turned slowly and eyed the ancient and tired looking wizard before he replied, "Merlin, the last few years haven't done any favors to you Dumbledore." Glancing over at Ron and Ginny, who were squirming, Harry added, "Perhaps somewhere with a bit more privacy, don't you agree Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore merely nodded and spun around gesturing with his hand for Harry to follow as they walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to a very secure looking meeting room of some sort. The door closed behind Harry with a wave of his hand and Dumbledore crooked any eyebrow before casting numerous rare and unknown privacy charms on the room before the two wizards took the empty seats in the room.

Dumbledore calmly asked, "What would you like to discuss Harry?"

Harry crooked his eyebrow, a facial gesture made all the more meaningful now that he no longer had to wear glasses. "Several things come to mind Dumbledore, but most importantly, do you where Riddle is located?"

Dumbledore hemmed the affirmative, "It is rather common knowledge that Tom prefers to hold court in one of two locations. He is either at Azkaban working with his legions of dark creatures, or he is in the Minister of Magic's office, the current puppet minister is a wizard by the name of Pius Thicknesse."

Harry pinched his chin between his thumb and index finger in thought before he asked, "Any idea what sort of security details that follow him?"

Dumbledore shrugged, "He is always followed around by a variety of upper level and lower level death eaters or imperius conscripts."

Harry frowned thoughtfully, "What sort of force does he have at Azkaban?"

Dumbledore smiled wryly, "It should please you to know that the dementors have taken a much more pragmatic stance in the war after your earlier display while imprisoned. They have merely continued to guard the prisoners in place and have yet to administer a kiss to a prisoner of war, at least that I am aware of. With no dementors he has been forced to recruit more heavily in the vampire and werewolf populations. Estimates place the force at approximately 10 vampires and 50 magically inclined werewolves."

Harry shook his head in exasperation, "60 sadistic magical creatures and his death eaters were all it took to roll this country on its back like a terrified turtle."

Dumbledore looked at Harry with mild disapproval and finally he snapped, "Don't think I didn't catch your little crack about my stay at Azkaban. If you were half the wizard you claim to be you never would have been outmaneuvered by Cornelius Fudge and Umbridge in the first place."

Dumbledore gazed back placidly, "You are of course correct, and if it soothes you to do so I will allow you to vent your rage on me."

Harry snorted and shook his head, "That little passive-aggressive act you put on might have worked on me 4 years ago old man, but it won't work now."

Dumbledore replied, "I have no idea what you mean Harry."

Harry shook his head, "I've had all of these wonderfully painful things I would have liked to confront you with, but now that I see you again it's finally making sense."

Dumbledore looked at Harry in curiosity, "Oh?"

Harry crooked a smirk, "Despite your age, and all of the fake wisdom you spew out you're terrified that someone will expose you for the wizard you truly are, and when people look back on you after you're gone they'll remember you for how you actually were and not the image of the benign old wizard you like to portray."

Dumbledore didn't reply so Harry continued, "Everything you've done or said has always been about how it affects you and your perfectly organized little world. I've read up on how you dealt with Grindewald, and yet when I compare the modus operandi between the two of you, it both ends up with your own self serving versions of the greater good."

Dumbledore's nose twitched and Harry shook his head sadly, "That's it, isn't it? I'm sure you had your reasons for ending up like you did, but in the end you chose the life you've led, even if you've told yourself in those moments of doubt that you had no choice."

Shaking his head Harry rose to his feet and cancelled all of the wards with a flick of his wand, "I'll be in contact with you through Grimmauld throughout the rest of the week. Keep your eyes and ears open, I plan to bring this all to an end quickly."

Dumbledore protested as the door swing open, "You lack the skills to take on Tom and his army Harry, please allow the Order to fight the war as we have been."

Harry shook his head and kept walking out of the door, he had a couple of meetings to attend at the Australian High Commission.

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The non-descript fishing boat bobbed around in the North Sea, the muggle fishermen aboard had been paid handsomely to merely drive their boat out to these coordinates and wait around here for an hour before heading back to port.

Harry had stowed away again, although this time he was in essence paying for the ride, as he waited with his bag of magical weapons, preparing to wipe the menace of Azkaban Island off of the map forever. While Britain lagged behind the rest of the magical world in several aspects, Harry had to admit that having less destructive weapons was one good aspect of the country.

Other more advanced magical countries had devastating weapons at their disposal which typically prevented dark wizards from taking hold like they did routinely in Britain. The bomb he carried with him right now was specifically designed to deal with similar problems, with a powerful enemy in a heavily fortified position. Even magically resistant and near immortal creatures like vampires would be vaporized by the magical equivalent of a hydrogen bomb.

Harry continued to fly just over the surface of the water; even though he was disillusioned it limited any chance of detection. He could see Azkaban Island and the fortress like prison, and he was under strict direction to place the bomb on a secure place on the shore of the island before activating the countdown sequence as he flew away at high speed to prevent being caught in the blast radius.

Harry closed in on the island and as he gazed around was relieved to see no guards patrolling the outer edges of the island. Thinking of how Sirius swam to shore from the island Harry shook his head in amazement at the feat. While they were only five miles off the coast the water was surely frigid, and five miles in conditions like the ones he flew over would be very difficult to manage in a boat let alone swimming as a dog.

With stealth Harry placed the bomb and uttered the activation phrase, giving him twenty minutes to get outside the one mile blast radius. Mounting his broom, Harry zipped away from the island at a much quicker pace, still flying low, but without the fear of being detected he had dealt with earlier.

Within minutes Harry was once again boarding the boat and he waited patiently before the great magical explosion could be seen by his eyes only in the distance. Harry sighed in relief as one stronghold of Voldemort's army had been completely removed from the board.

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Harry shook his head as he walked out of the Australian High Commission building in London, while these particular politicians had been extremely helpful, they were still politicians.

It had been his own stroke of genius to involve the ICW special taskforce in his plans for returning to Britain. Due to a variety of factors, namely the horcrux hunt, Dumbledore had been forced to resign his own commission meaning the full scope Harry's plans would remain mostly secret.

As Harry walked down the near deserted side street he spotted a secluded alleyway from which to make his second and final jump to Grimmauld Place. He had a feeling he was about to get an earful from a few members of the Order of the Phoenix and in a strange way he was looking forward to it.

With a soft pop and a slight squeezing sensation Harry disappeared from the alley and popped back into the entrance hallway of Grimmauld Place. This time only one wand was pointed at him, and once again it was the anonymous sandy haired wizard from his first visit. This time Harry merely reached out and popped the wizard's elbow awkwardly, a soft pop was all that could be heard as the wand went clattering to the ground.

"You are very fortunate sir that I do not plan on visiting this place ever again, because I do not take kindly to people shoving their wands in my face." Harry commented plainly as he made a beeline for the kitchen, hopeful about making another giant sandwich.

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Lord Voldemort could not believe what his messenger had just said so he hissed in a dangerous tone, "What do you mean Azkaban has been destroyed?"

The non-descript deatheater began to answer until his master hissed, "Avada Kedavra." The green light enveloped the wizard before he slumped to the ground, another negligent flick of the wand vanished the body before the Dark Lord looked to those he held at least some small measure of trust in.

He turned to his various Lieutenants and asked, "Iss this true Lucius?"

Lucius Malfoy bowed his head, "There have been no reports in over 10 hours from Azkaban my lord. It does explain why there would be such a discrepancy."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes before he turned to another in the room, "What of our numbers were present at Azkaban Severuss?"

Severus Snape replied in a silky tone, "All 60 members of your dark creature brigade my lord. Additionally, there was the usual contingent of 10 guarding the dementors."

Voldemort spun away from the others and stared out of the enchanted window in the minister's office, it was a typical London day it seemed, gray and drizzling, which seemed to perfectly match his mood at the moment. The loss in the grand scheme of things was a sizable one to his forces, and he would be sure to increase the guard contingent at the ministry to prevent something similar from happening at his crown jewel. As he silently seethed he wondered just who had the audacity to oppose him in such a manner; surely not that fool Dumbledore, he valued human life too much.

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Harry finished off the last bite of the massive turkey club sandwich he had constructed, sipping on another muggle soda as he waited for Dumbledore to arrive again. This time the only person brave enough to remain in the kitchen as he ate was a strange blonde haired girl that had introduced herself as Luna Lovegood.

Dumbledore slowly entered the kitchen again and he looked refreshed compared to their previous meeting, but he had an aggrieved look on his face, and Harry didn't even need to guess why it was there.

Harry sighed and stood from his seat, "It was a pleasure meeting you Luna, now if you'll excuse me Dumbledore needs to explain right and wrong to me again."

Luna giggled and replied, "The white bumblebee works in mysterious ways, just like the lead bellied fizz whimper."

Harry rolled his eyes with a small smile but followed Dumbledore up the stairs to their previous meeting room.

The pair took their seats, trading the necessary privacy spells like last time before Dumbledore started right off, "Harry, I did not divulge the information on Tom's followers just so you could simply destroy them using violent and terrible magics."

Harry looked at Dumbledore blandly before he drawled, "Right, of course I should just come to visit for my own good health. After all, why would we want to defeat Voldemort? It's not like he is a homicidal power mad dictator who kills anyone in his way and not fitting his definition of fitness."

Dumbledore frowned deeply, "Your cynicism does not do you credit Harry, there were 10 witches and wizards on that island that were completely redeemable."

Harry snorted, "Redeemable like Snape you mean? You are such a hypocrite, righteous when it serves your ego and a bastard when no one is watching."

Dumbledore shook his head sadly before Harry raised his hand to silence to old wizard, "No, I think I've been quite reasonable about catering to your feelings of inadequacy as it pertains to Tom Riddle."

Harry stood and glared at Dumbledore, "Your negligence allowed the moron to rise to power, and with his rise to power you've completely decimated the magical population of this country. All of the truly good families served your banner under the guise of being the light side, but it isn't really the light you serve, no you merely serve your own ego and beliefs that are contrary to how the world actually operates."

Harry slammed his fist on the desk jarring Dumbledore as he continued, "Your ego has destroyed what was once a great and just country where blood purity wasn't nearly the issue it has become in the last 60 years. I know, I've read the history books from other countries, and while you have prestige for dealing with Grindewald you do not command the respect internationally that you do here."

Dumbledore shook his head, "You must release this hatred you carry with you Harry or you shall go down the same path as Tom did fifty years ago."

Harry looked at Dumbledore with disgust before he wandlessly slammed the door open and cancelled the silencing charm, "You will die alone Dumbledore with no respect, no adulation, no friends, and by the time I've finished telling the true story of Albus Dumbledore no one will remember you as anything more than a bumbling blood purist who hid behind the guise of a great wizard."

Harry swiftly exited the office, not caring to see the looks Dumbledore was giving him any longer than necessary. As he reached the base of the stairs Molly Weasley waited for him, her hands balled into fists resting on her hips with a stern expression on her face.

Molly demanded, "Why are you raising your voice to the headmaster young man, you should respect a wizard of his stature."

Harry's voice blanked at this and he replied in a pleasant tone of voice, "There was a time that I wanted nothing more than to be a member of your family Mrs. Weasley. That letter I sent Ron was my offer to your family to regain that level of trust once more. But, you didn't really think of it that way, did you? No, it was merely another chance to dominate your children and alienate the two you still have left. Well, consider my offer rescinded to you Mrs. Weasley, because respect and love aren't something you can pick and choose to give when it strikes your fancy."

Glancing over at Ron and Ginny he added, "If you ever want to visit me in the future you merely need to send a letter to the Muggle office for the Australian High Commission in London."

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In New York City the International Confederation of Wizards had their headquarters, and for the first time in fifty years the enforcement arm of the organization was being extended to the British Isles.

David Stewart now held the office of Supreme Mugwump of the organization, and while he lacked all of the fanfare that his predecessor Albus Dumbledore had, he had a keen political mind and would not let a monster like Voldemort thrive on his watch. It had come as a pleasant surprise when Harry Potter had put out some feelers in regards to dealing with the Voldemort problem a few months back.

The best trainers had been sent to Australia and Harry Potter had distinguished himself during that testing period, enough so that he would be sent into Britain without any real back up, aside from the magical weapons that would be provided to eradicate a certain pest problem.

His assistant bustled into the office and handed him a decode message from the Australian High Commission in London, this would be the first word he received from Potter, and he was eager to read what progress had been made. With a flick of his wand followed by a mumbled code word the jumbled text shifted into a coherent message:

Mr. Stewart,

First target, Azkaban Prison confirmed complete destruction of Voldemort dark creatures legion and any lingering death eaters. Approximated head count of 70. Next target British Ministry of Magic, request aid from Obliviators to prevent exposure risk. Next attack planned within 48 hours, will contact upon final success.

H.J.P

Stewart sat the letter down with trembling hands, the news was very good, and yet he still felt empty at the senseless loss of life. Thankfully the psych evaluators for Potter had cleared the young man for this type of work, and while he wouldn't completely eliminate future aid, Potter had stated he had no further plans for killing following his time in Britain. In the face of this order of destruction, Stewart could only pray for Potter's sake it would end at that.

A/N: Well, this one was a bit shorter due to the fact that I want to save the Voldemort meeting/confrontation to the end, and by now you should have some idea of what methods Harry will use to finish the threat once and for all. To you Luna lovers, only a small cameo but I hope it will suffice.

Thanks for all of the reviews, and if you keep up the good work reviewing I will reveal Harry's animagus form in the epilogue…