Warnings: Language, Violence

Current Rating: T Likely to go to M

Metal Gear Potter

While wizards raised their glasses to Harry Potter, the boy who lived. A family of Muggles had an unwelcome and unhappy surprise, and so they debated what should be done with their hated nephew. Finally, Vernon suggested something that would completely derail all plans of Albus Dumbledore and Voldemort alike. They decided to abandon him. Without a single glance back they dumped Harry Potter into a sewer, and they fully expected him to die, but while fate is a cruel mistress it is not without sympathy; in it's own perverse way.

"Snake? What's going on?" 2nd Lt. Campbell asked.

"Someone just dropped a child into the sewers. I was lucky enough to catch him before the fall killed him." Snake replied.

"A child? Someone tried to kill a child?" Campbell asked in only minor surprise.

"Yeah. Since I'm RTBing I'll bring the kid along."

"That's fine snake."

Naked Snake was a calm, collected man who could withstand the most brutal of tortures but seeing the evil of humanity extend to its children tore the hardened warrior apart. Even after taking down groups such as the Peace Sentinels he still hated seeing children suffer because of a few individual's cruelty. He vowed to make sure that the child would be brought back to HQ safely. His mission was important, certainly since it would derail a major terrorist organization. Now, his focus had to be on protecting the toddler from the bitter elements while evading the terrorist cell that was still pursuing him.

15 hours later...

"What do you mean that you can't find him a home?" Snake hissed.

"It's extremely simple Snake, officially we don't exist and because of that the child's discovery shouldn't be possible. Besides, we were operating inside of England. Since we aren't part of their military force and we didn't even let them know about our movements it would cause some very serious problems for the U.S. Government if we found a home for the child."

"There are a lot of children without records." Snake retorted.

"It's not 1960 anymore Snake." Campbell replied.

"What's that got to do with it?" Snake asked.

"Any child younger than three within any U.N. Member state has DNA and blood work done. Their data is then recorded on the U.N. Servers."

"If he ever had any blood work done...and He lived in the U.S. there would be a great deal of digging...And it'd be hard for us to cover up...Is that what you're saying?" Snake hissed.

Campbell merely nodded.

"Couldn't we delete his data from the U.N.'s Servers?" Snake asked.

Campbell shook his head in the negative.

"I'm afraid that's not possible. Their data rebounds across almost seven hundred servers in a private global network. It bounces in such a way that viruses can't keep up. If you could hack all 700 at once then you'd have a chance. I'm sorry Snake. It just isn't possible. Even for you."

Snake cursed violently for a long moment.

"How about we drop him off at an orphanage?"

Campbell nodded.

"It's an option. But you already know that that's just a delayed execution in it's self. The world's still reeling from the battles and no one can afford to take care of orphans."

"What about you? Could you take care of him?"

"I'm afraid not. I am a 2nd Lt. in the U.S. Military after all. If it'd be bad for a civilian to take him you can imagine what it'd be like for me to take him. No Snake, you need to find a different person or...or...you'll have to 'put him back'." Campbell explained.

"Damn politics." Snake swore.

"Sorry Snake I wish there was an alternative."

"Actually...there is one." Snake said hesitantly.

"What's that?" At this Campbell looked interested .

"I'll raise him."

"No way Snake." Campbell said flatly.

"Why not?" Snake asked.

"You aren't exactly...parent material." He replied delicately.

Snake raised one of his eyebrows.

"I realize that I'm not exactly a normal father figure. But, I will not leave a child to the fate of death." Naked Snake said hotly.

"If you raise him he'll be a killing machine before he's 10." Campbell said flatly.

"I'm sorry, but I'm the only option."

Campbell sighed.

"Damn Merc. I suppose that since you are the Legendary Big Boss there's little I can do to stop you."

Snake smiled coolly.

"That's right."

1991 A.D.

"I'm sorry son. Your father has disappeared." The man had said simply.

David's eyes widened in shock. He had lived with his father for almost nine years and never once had his father came close to actually being defeated; let alone vanishing.

"Keep me posted." He ordered in a harsh whisper.

As he left his well tuned senses heard the man speak quietly to his coworker.

"Man, Big Boss really made the kid intense. It goes to explain why they decided to nickname him Solid Snake."

David quietly went to his room. He knew what people thought about him, being the son of a legendary super soldier wasn't something that most anyone could claim. To no one's surprise David had been raised in the ways of battle from his earliest moments. He knew how to kill in more ways than most veteran soldiers could begin to imagine. His mind had been sharpened and David had become a master of stealth, tracking, hand to hand combat, and weapons use.

Yet, it didn't really explain David himself. Big Boss had found him in the sewers of England. David didn't even know his birth name. All he knew is that he had a unique power that hadn't been created by science. But instead of being some foreign presence it seemed to be a part of him as much as breathing was. When he first started training whenever he felt scared or worried odd things would happen.

For example, in one early training session the rope trap that had grabbed his ankle and flipped him upside down had strangely burned to nothing within seconds, and to everyone's surprise the rope's destruction didn't even damage his skin. Because of that Naked Snake encouraged David to increase his training and so during one grueling session he accidentally turned one of his father's friends' hair pink; a truly mortal insult for a man as masculine as him.

David supposed that his power, that he had begun to use in battle had caused his birth parents to fear him...Unless they were like him, and then for some reason killed. In any event he had to hide his power as much as possible. It gave him a tremendous surprise advantage and it was one that David did not want to lose.

One could only imagine his surprise when he entered his room and several brown owls blinked at him. In their talons they each held a thick envelope. Curiously, David approached and took the letters. The owls looked at him steadfastedly and David's eyes caught a crest of Serpent, Griffin, Badger, and Raven. Curiously, David opened the letter.

Dear Mr. Harry James Potter,

The letter began with a name that was faintly familiar. David read in shock and finally so many of the unanswered questions of his life were suddenly answered. According to this David's real name was 'Harry Potter', and he was a wizard.

With a mental shrug David read the rest of the letters and eventually came to accept that this was the real deal. He then sorted through his envelopes and found the one with the snake. It was his father's code name and his nickname, perhaps it was fate. David wasn't sure but he decided to give this "Hogwarts" place a spin.

September 1st 1991

King's Cross Station

David, now wielding his alter name of Harry scanned the station carefully. His father had drilled him to be careful at all times, and upon entering the Wizarding world David sensed that there was something wrong and whatever that was could cause a great deal of damage. He had observed a snotty blond child demean a brown haired, brown eyed 'muggleborn' girl and while Harry almost jumped in to protect her he wasn't sure if that had been such a good idea. He couldn't afford to lose his cover yet. Insults could hurt some but they weren't lethal.

After he finished reviewing his memories he scanned the area looking for Station '9 3/4' and so, he watched. Eventually he observed some loud red heads essentially shouting out that they were wizards and that they were going to Hogwarts. Harry tensed as he feared a set up. They were trying to get someone's attention. He wasn't sure who's but Harry wasn't going to stay around to find out.

Quickly Harry slid under a trolley, and rolled under a bench and observed. Finally, he saw where he had to go. The red heads were going through a wall. So, after he allowed them a moment to go father ahead, and then Harry followed.

Harry quickly ducked into the shadows. Several things about this were wrong. His senses were going haywire and he didn't like what was happening.

"Where is he? Dumbledore said that he should be here by now and that he wouldn't know how to get on the train."

"I wish I could see my hero...Oh Harry." A starry eyed red haired girl cooed.

Harry shuddered in disgust. At least he had his answer. They were searching for him.

Potential Threat confirmed. Observe those of them at Hogwarts.

"Mum, they way you phrased it it sounds like it was planned for us to meet Harry." One of the identical twins asked with narrowed eyes.

"I didn't mean it that way George. I meant it as in that he wasn't told, and so we needed to tell him."

The twin that Harry assumed was George (but wasn't sure because of their trick that they had played earlier on their mother) looked unconvinced but seemed happy enough to leave it be for the time being.

I'll have to watch those two. I don't think that they are completely fooled.

Harry smiled faintly as he slipped into a compartment, and jury rigged a lock so that the door couldn't open. A few student's tried to open the door but thankfully, Harry's jury rig worked and he was left in peace as the train began to shudder and make it's way out of the station.

About an hour after the train had left and the occasional door grabbing and jingling ended Harry relaxed and began to read a book on stealth maneuvers. He wasn't impressed. The knowledge was outdated and useless to him. However, to the generic soldier or tracker it would have been quite an in depth book for them. Time passed quickly and about two hours into the train ride passed before a respectful, tentative knock sounded.

Harry made sure his Beretta was concealed but within easy reach and carefully opened the door. Outside was a girl nearly in tears. She had bushy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes her eyes were bloodshot and she looked to be a wreck. Harry felt his heart strings twinge slightly and he spoke gently.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

She nodded.

"Is it okay if I...I come in?"

Harry nodded.

"Sure, take a load off." Harry pulled back so that she could enter and then shut the door as soon as she entered.

"Thanks." She whispered.

"What happened?" Harry asked gently.

"I...I was accosted by a blond named Draco Malfoy, and his two friends. Then after I was insulted and mocked by him for the second time I was harassed by a gangly red head with a smudge on his nose. I was hoping that being with people like me...I'd be able to make friends...but...I..." Several tears trailed down her face.

Harry sighed. He was terrible with this kinda stuff. But he mentally shrugged and pulled her into his arms. His gesture of compassion only made her cry harder.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to-" Harry stuttered.

"-It's o-okay. I'm just overwhelmed. No one besides my parent's has ever cared." She managed to choke out the words through her tears.

"That's wrong." Harry frowned.

"Sorry for getting your shirt all wet." She sobbed.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I realize that I'm not exactly the best person to come to when it comes to things like this but...Would you like a friend? I've never had one either." Harry offered.

Immediately afterward Harry began to mentally slap himself. He had just broken an important rule: Never Trust Anyone In Enemy Territory That's Not From Allied Command.

However, it was too late to say anything about that, the words had been spoken and he would obey another rule. Always Stand By Your Word.

Her eyes widened in awe and she spoke in a whisper.

"Really?" She whispered reverently.

Harry nodded.

She immediately flung herself into his arms, sobbed and began a mantra of 'thank you's that filled Harry's ears. Harry smiled gently at her and rubbed her shoulders as she regained control over her emotions.

"Oh! I forgot! I'm so sorry! My name is Hermione Granger." She introduced herself.

"It seems that I forgot too. I'm Harry Potter." Harry replied.

"Are you really?" She asked in surprise.

"Someone has to be." Harry shrugged in response.

Only as a birth name though. If I feel that I can trust you fully I'll let you know my true identity.

She blushed at his reply.

"That's true." She agreed.

Suddenly she frowned curiously.

"I can't seem to place your accent. Is it just me?" Hermione asked.

"Oh that? My mentor was a yank so I'll slip into American slang from time to time." Harry shrugged.

Hermione nodded in understanding before she asked a question that Harry didn't want to answer yet.

"Your mentor? Who's that?"

"Oh him? No one of consequence really." Harry assured.

If one was to ignore the fact that he's the best soldier in the world. Harry thought wryly.

Eventually, they were met by a young boy named Draco Malfoy who irked Harry to no end.

"Get out." Harry hissed after he had insulted Hermione again.

(He found out a little later that it was Draco that insulted her.)

"Why should I? We've run out of food and it seems that you have plenty." Draco sneered at Harry.

Harry's emerald eyes narrowed and a second later his fists struck several vital spots on Draco; leaving him nothing more than a moaning child writhing on the floor.

The two grunts looked at each other nervously because of Harry's lethal stance.

"Do you want to be next?" Harry asked in a low voice.

The two goons looked at each other and a moment later lifted the sobbing Draco and fled.

Hermione looked at Harry reverently and spoke quietly.

"Wow, you're really amazing!" She said.

Harry smiled and patted her shoulder gently.

"Nah, I just learned a few things. Most kids don't know anything about defending themselves so they're easily scared off."

Hermione frowned thoughtfully.

"Could I learn from you? She asked hesitantly.

Harry smiled.

"I can teach you after we get to school. It'd be hard if we're in different houses though." Harry added thoughtfully.

"Then I guess we'll need to be in the same house." Hermione grinned.

"I guess so." Harry agreed.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Starting Year Feast

Harry watched curiously and analyzed the situation. His new friend went into Gryffindor and so he smiled and clapped for her which she beamed at him for.

"Malfoy, Draco!" The strict witch called.

Before the hat touched his head it screamed "Slytherin!"

Go figure.

But after several names were called Harry's came up and he swiftly approached the hat.

"Hmm..Very interesting. You know more ways to kill a person than I've ever seen before."

"What does that matter?" Harry retorted.

"Not much I suppose. Hmm...No, you'd make a terrible Slytherin. You're extremely cunning indeed but you have limited ambition. You just want to make your father proud."

"You don't know my father then." Harry snickered mentally.

"No I don't but I'm learning quickly." The hat replied dryly. "Perhaps, you'd make a good Slytherin after all."

A second later it spoke again.

"You'd be a great Hufflepuff. You have an exceedingly hard working nature, and you're extremely loyal. You'd make a decent Ravenclaw because of your intelligence and you have great drive. But your drive isn't focused around traditional schoolwork."

"You noticed." Harry replied dryly.

The hat ignored Harry's barb and continued.

"You'd make a fine Gryffindor because you're braver than a lion. Yes, I think that might be your most dominate trait. You'd be willing to go into suicidal situations even if you knew that they were. 'Solid Snake'."

Harry felt icy chills run through his body and a frozen grip grasp his heart as the hat spoke his true name.

You can learn to shield your mind Snake. Just go learn Occulemency. watch out, The headmaster and Severus Snape preform it frequently. Until you master that art don't look them in the eyes." The Hat told him.

"Understood." Snake mentally saluted.

A second passed before the hat roared.

"Gryffindor!"

"We Got Potter! We got Potter!" The Gryffindor's roared their joy.

Enemies Confirmed. Slytherins have become hostile upon entry into Gryffindor. Dumbledore has unusual gleam in eyes; could be problematic. Greasy Haired bastard has hateful glare and is staring at me. Most likely he hates me. Will have to stay alert at all times. Find out his weapons, weaknesses and personal data.

Life had become interesting to say the least.

This became a very fun story and I think I might have to actually finish this one. A Harry Potter trained from 'day 1' and essentially "Solid Snake" From Metal Gear Solid, and Metal Gear. MGS Is a game where stealth is paramount and you'll do incredible feats such as blow up tanks with grenades. (Considered impossible with good reason by military standards.)

Yes, you'll see "Snake" Beat the living daylights out of people frequently, and he'll teach a few things to Hermione, but at least he'll never have trouble evading anyone ^.^

I dunno if he'll ever use firearms in the wizarding world.

Metal Gear Solid/Harry Potter Cross over. Mostly just the characterization as Harry as some kinda super soldier. But will have some references to "Big Boss" Etc. All in all this is very fun to write.