Summary: Harry eavesdrops on a conversation between his friends and decides to leave the Magical World behind. He joins the muggle military in hopes of being as far away as possible from the Magical World. However, the muggle Prime Minister gets worried about the Death Eater attacks and orders military action against them. Harry, and a few other wizards who joined the military, decide to come back to fight the war. However, they aren't fighting for the Wizards, they're fighting for the muggles.

A/N: Right then, before I start this story, I'd like to say a few things.

Firstly, I would like to state that I this fic will be very AU and that Harry will be very OOC. I'd also like to say that the guns, equipment and etc. will be listed before each chapter. If you see a list, then that means there's either a battle in the chapter or that a gun is just featured.

Vehicles will be here too. Helicopters, armored vehicles and whatnot will be featured.

This fic will feature some blood and gore so be wary.

Disclaimers: This is the first and last time I'll say it so read. I do not own Harry Potter or any of the guns featured in this fic. The British Army is also not mine. If it was mine then Germany and her allies in WW2 would have been wiped out…by that I mean flooded with napalm and etc. Also, this fic is inspired by crazy hamster of doom's "Sergeant Potter," which, sadly, was never finished. So if you see any similarities with my fic and his fic, then that just means I took some ideas from him, such as the British Army's 50 weeks basic training and that Harry has to wait until he is 16 to actually get transferred to the Army Foundation College in Harrogate. This is also inspired by "The Sniper" from DobbyElfLord.

I also recommend that you research the weapons that I'll be listing so you have an idea of what I'm trying to show you guys.

So, on to the story I guess.

ACT I: Soldier of Fortune

Harry tried to make himself comfortable within the confines of a British Army Land Rover which was now carrying him and some other guys through the open fields of God knows where. Today had been a very hectic day for the young man.

His plans of leaving behind a world that never cared for him from the beginning had been going along smoothly for a year when said world decided to come and bother him again. He sat there, watching as his plans were shattered with every tree that passed beside the Rover.

His suffering began just 4 hours ago really, during an exciting event known as graduation. It was going to be some sort of General Muster before they get shipped off to some place Harry doubted he had ever heard of.

Flashback:

Harry stood at attention as the Major came walking by, giving a final inspection to his troops before they were deployed, an event Harry was excited about.

Finally! He thought. All my hard work's finally going to pay off! A slight tug in his lips threatened to ruin his perfect image of a disciplined soldier. He managed to control his emotions as the Major came strolling by, taking a look at Harry for what seemed like forever. The man took a good look at the boy in front of him. He had this suspicious gleam in his eye, like he knew something about Harry.

Before Harry could ponder more about this however, the Major Walked away and continued his inspection. He relaxed slightly, letting out a long breath that he didn't know he held. After the Major finished his inspections, he went into this long speech about how they were all ruffians and undisciplined idiots when they entered the Army and how they became real men in the end. Harry let a small smile creep up onto his face. He had finally done something worthwhile. Not only that, he had finally done something without his so called 'friends' help. Not only that, but all his hard work were finally going to lead him where he wanted to be.

His body had changed for the better. The scrawny little boy everyone in the Wizarding World knew was no more. He had filled out quite well, developing muscles here and there. His body was the very definition of perfect. And it was all thanks to some potions the Goblins gave him. Of course, proper nutrition and some exercise helped made his body into what it was now.

"-you all have made your country proud of you. For your deployment, your CO's will give you the details. Private Potter, Larson, MacMillan and MacTavish, stay behind please. Everyone else, FALL OUT!"

The men immediately stood at attention, saluted, turned to their right, and brought their feet down onto the floor, causing a gunshot like sound to echo through the grounds. The parade grounds were soon empty, except for Harry, the three other men, and the major residing on it.

The men soon filed into a straight line in front of the Major.

He nodded at them all, as if seeing some promise from these men before motioning them to follow him.

Without a word, they all followed. He led them to his office, where he sat down on a comfy looking chair behind a shiny oak table.

The four men moved in, still standing at attention.

"At ease. I assume you all know why you all are here." The Major said, standing up from his chair and taking a look outside of his window.

Harry was the one to speak for them. "No sir. What did you have us split from our company sir?" He asked.

"Have you boys ever heard about the terrorist attacks in Britain lately?"

A man to Harry's right, which Harry guessed was MacTavish, was the one to speak this time.

"Yes sir! What about it sir?"

The Major sighed and looked at them all. "You boys possess something that the army needs right now."

"And what would that be sir?" asked Harry, getting suspicious.

The Major took a solid look at Harry before replying, "Magic."

All four men suddenly flinched and started to worry.

The Major grinned at them all. "Now, let me explain the situation. These "Purebloods" have the Prime Minister worried. Innocent people, non magical people, are being slaughtered every single day." He said, looking at them all seriously. "The Prime Minister has directly ordered a formation of a group that will combat these 'Purebloods' without revealing your existence to us all. And the Field Marshall, along with several Witches, have identified you four as Wizards."

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Wait sir, but, I think you've made a mistake. We aren't wizards. Nor do we have any powers!" Harry said.

The Major looked at him. "We have not made mistakes Private Potter. We know all about your race. Some Wizards think that they're better than the others right? Well, we know all about your race because some Witches and Wizards, muggleborns I believe they're called, have come to us, seeking for a chance to live, and a chance for a job. Well we gave them to them because we surely don't think that we are all high and mighty! Gods no! These hardworking people told everything to the Prime Minister one night, hoping that we could help in some way to stop the war. They were being targeted you see. This information, combined with the Prime Minister's growing concern for these 'accidents' have led him to order us to create an entire company of witches and wizards to battle these 'purebloods' so that they would be rendered combat ineffective so that we can all live happy lives."

All four men tensed at this. The prospect of going back to the world that they left made them nervous.

"Of course, I'm not forcing any of you into this. If you don't want to join, report back to your company and get your deployment details from your CO's. If you're interested in bringing down this 'pureblood' faction and having a shot at changing both our worlds, then pack up and get ready to dust off. We leave at exactly 1800 hours. Just remember though, the lives of a hundred innocents hang in the balance. It all depends on your decision whether they die or not. Dismissed!"

Harry left the room with a feeling that someone was playing a VERY bad joke on him. So the war's gotten a lot worse ever since he left the Wizarding World behind. It seemed that it was so worse, that the PM took notice and actually wants to fight back! But, where was he in all this? He had been gone for a year, thoroughly convinced that things were going on smoothly and that he'd be able to live his life the way he wanted it. Heck! He even has a plan to die! It was either in combat or die old with at least a hundred children. Well, maybe not a hundred but still! All the hard work and all the long hours of planning seems to have just been shattered in a single moment.

He sighed. What was he going to do? Go back to the Wizarding World, a world that backstabbed him far too many times, or just ignore the coming war and hope that the light side will win at a heavy cost? The Major's words hung heavily in his mind, like they were bored into his brain so that he may never forget.

It was true that the lives of hundreds of people depended on their answers. But it seems like it was more applicable to his situation. He was the Boy-Who-Lived after all. The man the entire Wizarding World expected to burn Voldemort to the ground and become a hero whom everyone can look up to and admire.

He groaned and threw his head back when he heard a slight cough from behind him. He turned around, half-expecting the Major to be there. But instead of the man in question, three grinning wizards looked at him.

"So, Harry Potter, fancy seeing you around here." said a brown haired man with a thick Scottish accent. His nametag suggested that he was the one called MacMillan. He didn't look older than Harry, and he wasn't taller than him either. He wasn't short either, considering that they were both at a good height of 5'8.

"Me' name's Josh MacMillan. This is Alex Larson." He said, pointing at a blonde haired guy to his right. "And this here is John MacTavish." He said, pointing to a black haired man to his left.

The only seemingly identical thing about them all was that A. they were all wizards and B. they seemed to be at the same age.

"Well, I guess you all know who I am. So why didn't you tell me you were wizards?"

Alex smiled brightly at him. "Well, you didn't tell us that you were a wizard yourself now did you? And besides, we're all running away from the Wizarding world here, considering that we're all just 16. And we rather not answer some weird questions." He finished with a wide grin.

Harry saw the validity in that and decided to leave it at that. "So what're you lot going to do?"

"That's just it. We don't know. Going back to the world we decided to leave behind isn't exactly as easy as eating a burger. But, the lives we could save are worth it. I mean, imagine the casualties if we don't join. If we don't join, more and more wizards and witches like us in the army will lose interest and leave. And without our help, not only will casualties be high, but the Dark bastard would win as well. And I think that that's not an entirely great idea. Of course we could beat em', but at what cost?" MacTavish finished with a sigh.

Harry just nodded and continued to walk towards the barracks along with his three new friends. They were all silent along the way, each of them weighing their options cautiously.

Harry sat down on the edge of his bed with his bag between his feet on the floor. It was 5:30 now, meaning that they all had 30 minutes left for some kind of leisure before they dust off towards wherever.

He sighed heavily. How could his plans go so wrong? His only chance for salvation was slowly slipping away. He only had two choices now. Join this group and risk your life for a world that never loved you to save hundreds of muggles lives, or, get deployed somewhere, fight some bastards, and go home to a ruined and destroyed Britain.

He chose the first option. He had no choice really. He couldn't just stand aside while hundreds of children are murdered, hundreds of women are raped, and hundreds more men get slaughtered. No, he won't stand by that. He couldn't, not when these people (SOME of THESE people at least) have been very kind to him. Especially the friends he had gained during his time here in the training grounds. Said friends were lying down, some relaxing and some snoozing off before they're deployed.

He smiled brightly. No, he wasn't going to fight for the world that never loved him; he was going to fight for these muggles.

ACT II: Magic Company

The Land Rover skidded to a halt in front of the entrance to what looked like a base set up in the middle of nowhere. Several other Rovers did the same.

As Harry stepped out of one of them, he was shocked to see how many men (Witches and Wizards most likely) were running around. Some were helping set up tents while others were just relaxing.

Harry and 20 others who were either recruited from army schools or were pulled out of active duty stared, open mouthed at the sheer size of the base. On one side, there was what appeared to be a small airfield under construction, and on another, a small group of technicians doing something with a Red Dot scope, a radio, and some Night Vision goggles. Then there was a small hangar to one side, which Harry saw contained some weapons, vehicles, and some computers with tables and maps…. IT WAS CRAZY! It was like they were preparing for World War III or something.

An auburn haired girl walked up to Harry and the other 20 new arrivals. "Excuse me sir, are you the new arrivals from the Army Foun- OH MY GOD! HARRY POTTER!"

All the noise seemed to die down at that very instant. Well, there goes the 'nobody knows Harry in the army thing.'

Every person who heard turned to look at him. Each face he saw contained a look of curiosity.

He raised a palm to his face lightly and groaned in frustration. But then, Harry heard something he had not expected: Noise.

He immediately looked around and found all of them going about their own business as if nothing strange ever happened at all. His gaze fell on the Auburn haired girl in front of him, who by now had gotten over her shock and started to apologize to him for her sudden outburst.

"Err…it's okay really. Now, you were saying something?"

She nodded and began speaking again.

"You guys from the AFC in Harrogate?"

"Yeah. Me, PFC Potter, PFC Larson, PFC MacMillan and PFC, MacTavish." He said, gesturing at the three other men.

She nodded. "Major Ryder wants to see you, oh, and bring the other sixteen too. Major's briefing you in." She motioned for them to follow her, which they obliged.

The short walk towards the Major's tent was met with stares of disbelief and shock; some were even accompanied with a 'is that Potter' question. Harry couldn't choose between laughing and being humiliated. It was like these people had never seen him before! But maybe that was because he left the Wizarding World for over a year.

When they arrived at the Major's tent, they all stood at attention and saluted the Major. He happily saluted back and ordered them to sit down. The tent was large enough that it allowed all 20 men to fit inside.

"Right, let's get straight to the point then. I believe you gentlemen have been given a small brief of what is about to happen before you arrived here."

They all nodded.

"Well, here's what your old daddy's didn't tell you: our Government has made a deal with Dumbledore. I'm sure you all know him."

They all nodded once again. One hand however shot up into the air.

"Permission to speak sir."

"Permission granted."

"Why are they making a deal with Dumbledore? Last time I checked it was Fudge in the office."

"Because Fudge lad, is an idiot. Before our PM could even talk to him, he shut him out. So we turned to the only person that can help us at the moment. Dumbledore agreed to the terms that if we helped combat these Death Eater idiots, then he would have a word with the Minister of Magic and attempt to let us help fully."

Another hand shot up into the air.

"Permission to speak sir."

"Granted."

"I thought Fudge would've been sacked by now? Especially after the incidents at the Ministry Atrium last year proved that he was wrong and that Voldemort had indeed returned, wouldn't that be enough for the public to demand his immediate sacking?"

Major Ryder nodded and agreed with the lad. "Of course Mr. Potter, that would have been the case. But, it seems that your disappearance has attracted quite a lot of attention lately, too much if I may say so myself. Now, with the public believing you gone, they turn to the next person with power. If you're thinking Dumbledore then you're wrong. I've read the Daily Prophet's late issues lately and it seems that citizens are blaming Dumbledore for your disappearance, since you were his 'Golden Boy' after all. Now, I don't mean to say that I'm blaming you for everything that's happened because frankly, if I were in your position, I would've done the same thing." He then proceeded to give Harry a reassuring smile which made Harry feel loads better.

"Now, as I was saying, we will need to keep our end of the bargain if we are to ever gain the Ministry of Magic's trust. All we have to do is prove that we are valuable and effective. Which means gentlemen, that we will have to show the Wizarding World that even Muggle Stuff can beat the Death Eaters stupid ass AK's."

A chorus of cheers was heard around the tent as soldier after soldier agreed to what the Major said.

"Now, I am splitting the entire company up. If you're wondering, company name is Magic Company or M Company. We are a secret Company gentlemen, so don't try to tell anyone outside this base. Am I clear?"

A chorus of 'yes sir' filled the now silent tent.

"Now, as I was saying, I'm splitting the company into smaller groups. Small squads to be precise. Each squad will be given a specific assignment per mission. So you'll either be bombing this place while another squad rescues hostages. Leaders for the Squad will be announced 3 months from now after your first months of training. Then another 4 months to get your squad in sync and in shape. Look at the man beside you, you'll be seeing his ugly face until this war ends because all you people in this room right now, are your buddies. By the way, this company is a unique company. I'm not saying we're unique because of our abilities, but because a single squad may comprise of men or women from different branches of the military. As you can see, there are men from the Air Force, and then there are men from the Marines, then the Army. What I'm trying to say gentlemen, is that a single squadron may represent all forms of the muggle army. There'll be a squad member in the air bombing the shit out of DE ground forces while a small fireteam from a squad will squeeze themselves through enemy lines."

"Permission to speak sir."

"Granted."

"Why do we need training for sir? We can just go out there and kick asses!" said a brown haired soldier. A chorus of agreements filled the air.

Major Ryder lost his smile. "I wish it were that easy lad. But it just isn't. Even though I am confident that we can beat them, we mustn't lose focus. These new trainings will help you endure more, and last longer. It will also be a test to your wits. Your quick thinking will be tested under pressure. All this training is to ensure that the enemy does not even stand a chance. Now, you will all be deployed when the time comes, but for now, enjoy."

ACT III: Revelations

Harry lied on his back staring at the roof of the Barracks. It turns out that there are 5 people from the Royal Marines and the Royal Air force respectively. Then there were 10 men from the army, including him.

Most of the guys that fell into Hunter Squad (name of their squad) were mostly in Harry's age group of 16, well, except the guys from the Air Force and Marines of course. They were either 18 or in their early 20's. He didn't have time to socialize with them though, as he felt the need to sleep too great to ignore.

But now, he laid there, awake all of a sudden, staring at the cement roof of the Barracks.

"Hey Harry, why'd you leave?" said a sleepy voice beside him. It was Larson.

"What do you mean Larson?"

Larson turned to look at him with sleepy eyes. "Why'd you leave the Magical World?"

"It's a long story really. Why don't you go first, then I'll tell you why I left."

"Well, ok. I left because of Voldemort really. He killed my parents during a raid in a muggle city."

"I-I'm sorry."

"No need Harry." Larson laughed. "Anyway, they were killed and I decided to leave the world that had never even so much helped when my parents died. I left that world and I chose to join the Army in hopes that one day, I would have my revenge on my parents' killers. So far, everything in my wish list is coming true. What about you?"

Harry chuckled mirthlessly and said, "It's a long story. You sure you want to know?"

"Yep. I do. I can't sleep so I'm using your story as a way to pass the time."

"Ahh, so you're using my stories as a way to fall asleep?" Harry laughed.

"Maybe."

"Hmm, well, I guess I should probably start with the events after fifth year."

Little did Harry know that the rest of Hunter Squad was listening in on his story.

"You see, after Voldemort came back in my fourth year, I've been tormented by some stupid dreams lately. So on and on it went. Bad dreams after bad dreams kept me up late into the night. Then, when I got back to Hogwarts, my dreams seemed to….transform into visions. I got this vision of Mr. Weasley being bitten by a snake one night, and then it turns out that I was right. He was bitten by a snake, and if it weren't for me, he would've died. So after that I thought these visions were a good thing. How wrong I was. So, one day, I got a vision again. This time, it was my Godfather, Sirius Black, being tortured by Voldemort. He's innocent by the way. So, I got this vision of him in the Department of Mysteries, and I, since I believed the vision was real, led an attack there. We stole some Threstrals from school and flew all the way to the Ministry. When we got there, we discovered that it was some sort of trap set up by Voldemort. He wanted this stupid Prophecy. So, there we were, fighting off Death Eaters and losing. Then, the Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore's little club, arrived and saved our sorry asses. Unfortunately, during a duel with Bellatrix Lestrange, my Godfather got hit and fell through the Veil. After that, Voldemort made his grand appearance in the Ministry Atrium to Fudge and his idiots. After his existence was revealed, the entire Wizarding World put all of their problems on me, expecting me to save their race when they have done nothing but backstab me all my life."

"Damn, that's just wrong. Now I understand why you left. Thought you were just running from Voldemort or something." said a black haired man who was sitting on his bed across from Harry. "Name's Charlie Bosner by the way."

Harry smiled up at him and said, "Nice to meet you Charlie, but I'm afraid I didn't leave because of that. It is a major factor, but it isn't the main reason I left."

"Ahh damn it! I can't sleep with all you're talking. Might as well listen in on this shit." screamed MacTavish, sitting up.

A couple of chuckles were heard around the small room, making Harry aware that the other guys were listening in.

"Well, after the DoM incident, I heard some things that I shouldn't have heard. My two best friends were talking, saying stuff about how they shouldn't be friends with me anymore because I caused too much trouble and stuff. I was shocked and had to think about what I heard there that night a lot. So, when it was time to go home, I decided to live my life my way and be free of the world that never gave a rat's arse about me. I planned to never go back. When I got home back to Surrey, I enlisted the help of a house, err, free elf, to remove the tracking charms Dumbledore placed on me. I went to Gringotts, and, after a minute or two of speaking with some Goblins, I was able to get their trust that they gave me some potions to help me get over my malnutrition."

"Y-you got those bloody creature's trust? Mother of….You must be some kind of creature talking wizard to be able to get the Goblins' trust so easily." Larson said.

Harry just chuckled and continued on. "I took some money out, exchanging it for some muggle money, went home, and paid my Uncle to move somewhere else to cover my tracks so that Dumbledore wouldn't be able to find me. My uncle just greedily took it all and began to pack three days later. After they left, I sold the house, well, without the knowledge of the Order members watching outside of course. So yeah, I sold it and just asked Dobby to take me out for some of my trips. I passed by an Army Recruitment Office in London and decided to go check it out. After getting some info, I decided to sign up then and there. Of course, I still had to wait until I was 16 before I was sent to the Army Foundation College in Harrington. And well, I guess I'm here."

He had turned his head to look at everyone in the room. They all had identical expressions: some seemed like they were deep in thought, some had confused looks and others looked a little bit sad and pissed.

"Aww shit. I'm sorry mate." Larson said.

"Nah. It's alright. When we step back into the Wizarding World, there's going to be only one thing on my mind: I'm fighting for the muggles."

A/N: Anything I should work on?

Review please.

Next Chapter: Deployment.

If you're interested in helping me write (as in give me some facts such as rank info, common tactics, call signs, some military words such Oscar Mike which means 'on the move') then please, tell me so that I may finish this fic in time for Christmas. Any weapons you want to see? Tell them to me (No promises thought. I'm trying to stick to the timeline). Want vehicles, tell me (again, no promises).

Any mistakes I made? Point them out please. The fact that I'm not in the military really doesn't help much.