Harry Potter: Legacy of Big Boss

Summary: The last of his kind, pursued relentlessly by bounty hunters, betrayed by country, Harry Potter won't stop until his questions are answered. No matter where they may take him.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Metal Gear Solid, they both belong to their respective owners, I'm just commandeering them for my own little creative writing exercises.

Prologue: The start and the End It was always going to come down to this

He told himself that again and again as he lay in the snow feeling his pulse going a mile a minute as he glanced around the area, the moonlight barely getting through the thick clouds. 'And yet it would be enough for her.' He mused as he cast a disillusionment charm on himself, he knew she'd be able to see through it, she always had been, the distortion was there for those that knew to look for it. now here he was, trapped like a rat with a hungry cat ready to pounce.

Though this wasn't a Cat at all.

This was one of the greatest of Snipers.

He was being targeted by Sniper Wolf.

Five years earlier.

"It's over." Harry said as he looked at the Prime Minister who stood behind his desk looking out of the window.

"You are sure?" He questioned and Harry nodded his head feeling the stiffness in his joints as he did, he hadn't slept for the better part of three days and his body was starting to feel it, feel the burn of the exhaustion creeping up on him. Sure he had been awake and active for long periods of time before but now, now he had just been through one of the most gruelling activities he thought possible.

"Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, Saviour of the Wizarding World," The Prime Minister said almost mockingly and now considering Harry's actions the mocking was very valid. "Or should we call you its destroyer? Your mission is complete, the Death Eaters and their Leader have been eliminated and now there is no one left with the gift of magic, your War was bloody and costly and it is now over." He continued with barely a pause glancing back at Harry lifeless Green eyes stared blankly as the Prime Minister continued, "you approached us for this, your war tore apart large sections of the country, how many innocents died?" He questioned but Harry remained silent. "How many people have had their memories modified by your kind to keep the secret of your world?" He questioned and Harry continued to stare. "No matter," He said waving it off. "It is over now, Broken Wand was a success and you are the last one left. This has been a plan years and years in the making, the Corruption of your kind, the constant 'dark wizards' that have arisen"

Harry could almost hear the air quotes around Dark Wizard, like the Prime Minister himself dismissed the notion that there were Dark Wizards or whether he was just labelling every Wizard as evil. "Your kind have killed hundreds and no one could ever be brought to Justice." He said and behind him Harry heard the door open followed by the sound of several sets of footsteps. "Until now, across the world Broken Wand was initiated, a joint operation involving practically every Government. The Magical World is no more." He said and Harry felt his eyes widen and his breath catch in the back of his throat. 'So many innocents.' Harry thought as he stood hearing the last of the people who had entered the room stopping directly behind him. "This Country was the challenge though, Riddle was a powerful force to reckon with, the Death Eaters and Riddle needed to be dealt with in house before the cleanup operation could be completed." The Minister explained and Harry let out a slow breath but continued to stare at him. "And then, you fell into our lap so to speak, your friends and mentor having been murdered by this self proclaimed Lord…" Here Harry spoke up.

"As much as I hate the bastard, he actually was a Lord." He added and the Minister frowned at being interrupted and the Language that Harry used.

"Regardless, the murderer forced you to come to us," He said the shine behind his eyes showing his enjoyment at the current situation. "We trained you to survive and to take out your target and you have now succeeded." The Minister continued. "You are the last known Wizard alive," He continued and Harry frowned slightly a flicker of anger flashing before his eyes. "This would be the part that you would be taken away, however, due to your service to us, I am willing to offer you an alternative." The Minister said and a slight tilt of his head was all the indication that Harry gave that he was listening. "Exile from the United Kingdom," The Minister explained and then hastily continued. "You would not be hunted for being a Wizard, for your services to us," He said and Harry continued to stare slightly unnerving the Politician as he stood, their eyes locked in a battle of wills. "Your currency was converted and your accounts will still remain active, we are not as cruel as to let you starve or suffer in your exile, you would just be barred from returning to the United Kingdom for the rest of your life." He explained and Harry just continued to stand there his eyes staring at the Politician that in all honesty, he couldn't even remember the guys name, all he knew was that he was a Jackass that had apparently helped organise the complete destruction of the Wizarding World.

"Exile with full finances?" Harry questioned more in doubt than anything else. He knew that they'd surely seize his funds the first chance they had. After the collapse of Gringotts at the end of his Seventh year, he had been able to gain the majority of his funds, some of it being lost to manipulative hands within the Ministry.

Half of it, he had deposited in a Muggle Bank using his newly made connection to the Muggle Government to get it converted. The other half…

Well lets just say the Boy-Who-Lived was learning to channel his inner Boy Scout, he was trying to always be prepared. Not that he had ever been a scout, but he liked the motto. He knew that a lot of funding went into the Operation, he hadn't had time to check his resources but in his gut he knew that they had already raided his accounts. It's what the Ministry would have done and Harry's faith in Governments was at an all time low.

"That's correct, we have sent notifications of your status and they have agreed to grant you free passage into other countries, the world is your oyster Mr Potter." The Minister explained and Harry gestured with his head to the Officers that stood around him.

"If that was all, why the enforcers? Scared on how I'd react?" Harry questioned, his voice ending in a whisper, a slither of humour slipping into his speech as he watched the Minister flinch. Oh it was fun to know that people were scared of him even if he wasn't going to do anything to them.

"There was the chance that you may have reacted badly to the news I didn't want to take any risks." The Minister spoke his voice catching slightly as Harry raised an eyebrow. The man was about ready to start wetting himself and Harry had barely said a dozen words, he really thought Harry was just going to kill him with a small gesture?

"You want me gone, what's the time frame?" Harry questioned and the Minister frowned in thought making Harry inwardly smile. 'He thought I was going to fight it? he thought that I was going to demand to stay? If I wanted to, he'd never know where I was but I want out of England for now…' Harry mused as the Minister spoke.

"The end of the week." He said and Harry let out a small puff of a breath, blowing his fringe up slightly the lightning bolt scar still strongly visible as he continued to watch the man.

"So… 48 hours then, it is a Friday after all." Harry said aloud and again the man flinched and Harry wondered just how scared he was of him. "I'll be going then, plenty of things to sort out." He said and disappeared with an overly load crack that made everyone in the room jump.

"You can go now." The Minister said and the Officers nodded exiting the room as the man pulled out the chair dropping into it with a sigh. He reached over to the phone that sat on his desk dialling a number that he had long since memorised the phone rang several times and the man started to sweat slightly in nervousness, the people he was about to speak to were powerful, they concerned him greatly.

Click

"It's done." He said slowly his breath catching as the person on the other end spoke, "exiled as you requested, his resources have been drained to about half of what they were and his details have been forwarded to all other major governments as requested." He said quickly.

"…"

"I understand, He'll have left the country in the next 48 hours, if nothing else, he has always been a man of his word." The Prime Minister continued.

"…" The voice on the other end spoke again and the man nodded his head quickly even though he couldn't be seen, it just felt like a natural reaction to him.

"The project went off without a hitch, reports have come in about the destruction of the Wizarding World." He paused as the person on the other end started speaking. He glanced around, looking up at the clock seeing it was close to Midnight, he had hoped to have left by now, returning to his family but no such luck it would seem. The person on the end finished speaking. "I understand, I'll take care of it."

HPSW

He reappeared in Grimmauld Place, it had been his last hideaway, the Secret of it's location having been passed onto him after Dumbledore had been killed. Harry had immediately locked everyone out. Perhaps a bit on the petty side but it had been the only way to guarantee that the location was safe. The people that he had cared most about had all disappeared over the years, Voldemort had struck hard and heavy over the next couple of years and anyone close to Harry was systematically removed.

Harry walked up the stairs glancing at the wall where the House Elf heads decorated the Stairway seeing Kreachers sitting at the end of the row, oh the Elf had been happy to be placed on the wall upon death and after what he did for Harry, the teen was more than happy to give into his wish, even if he did find it creepy as anything. No he was happy to fulfill the dying wish of someone who had helped him when he had needed it.

The stairs creaked underneath his feet as he walked, the magic sustaining the place starting to unwind due to the lack of magical residents in the last few years. Soon the enchantments would fail and the house would return to be visible as it was so many years ago. As he walked he gestured with his left hand at certain items, they shook slightly before levitating up in the air and following behind him, his right hand, holding onto his wand was moving and tagging other items to follow him, the items, mostly books shrinking down in size as they followed him.

He paused at the Entrance to the Master Bedroom, it had been Sirius's during the Orders brief tenure here but now it was Harry's. he pushed the door open and glanced at the pictures that he had kept, each one, a mixture of muggle and magical, of people who had been important to him. A smile cracked his stoic expression as he looked at one taken near the end of his first year, after the incident with the Philosophers stone, the trio had a photo taken as they had been lounging around under a tree near the lake. He smiled as the three youngsters looked up at him and waved, and Harry nodded his head before turning away. "It does not do to dwell on that which I cannot change." Harry muttered, changing the words slightly from something that Dumbledore had told him. Flicking his wand and his left hand, more books, clothes and a few other trinkets flew from around the room, bursting out of wardrobes and cupboards, dropping off of shelves and shrinking as they started to land in the bag. "Out of the UK? Where shall I go? Harry questioned as he walked out of the room leaving the items to pack themselves as he entered the bathroom looking at his reflection and the rings under his eyes. "Never did take the time to learn other languages." Harry mused and gestured towards one of the books. The book in question broke away from the orderly line of stuff to be packed and resized itself as Harry flicked it open. "Going to have to rely on a translation spell until I learn other languages fully. Don't want to make a fool of myself." He continued to flick through the pages of the book. "I could have sworn it was in this one." Harry muttered nearing the end of the book. "A standardised one, used by the ICW…" He continued to mutter to himself, before he had paid no attention to it when he saw it in the book having planned to just disappear a stay in a warded house after the end of the war and just live his years in peace and quiet. Now though, he was going to be out in the world, having to deal with people because he knew the other Governments were going to be forewarned about him, he knew they were going to be on the lookout for him and they would have no qualm about trying to stomp down on him if he so much as breathed incorrectly.

"First step, get out of here, anywhere would do," Harry said aloud as he stopped on a page. "ah here we go, the International Confederation of Wizards standardised Translation Spell." He said then paused shaking his head. "Couldn't they have just used the acronym of their name?" He questioned slowly as he read the instructions on how to use the spell. "Covers all languages from all members of the ICW." Harry said mentally checking off the list of languages that was covered by the spell. "That should be enough for me to get around easily enough." Studying the spell he sat on the edge of the bed as he continued to read the information behind the spell and the actions that he had to go through to cast the spell. "Should be easy enough to deal with as soon as I get to wherever the hell I decide to go." Harry muttered feeling strange now that he didn't actually have a place he needed to be, he was a free man, albeit a free man with no place to call home after the end of this week. He flicked his wand and the travelling chest snapped shut and started to shrink. He walked over to it and picked it up, thankful for the built in featherweight charms that were on it. which would be another thing that he would have to fully learn with apparently no one left to do things like this he'd have to truly understand the work he was doing.

He walked out the room the torches on the walls that lit the area dying as he left, he walked back down the stairs and stood at the entrance looking back into the hallway with a frown. "I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm actually going to miss this hell." Harry muttered as he picked up the only key to the house, exiting and locking the door, glad that the Fidelius charm covered the entire yard as he locked the door. He sighed softly and for a moment rested his head against the door. "I'll come back eventually." Harry muttered, "I have to show what happened to the world." Harry said and disappeared with a pop.

HPSWHPSWHPSW

He reappeared in the darkened office of the Prime Minister, "gone for the night it seems." Harry muttered as he placed the key on the desk grabbing a piece of paper and scribbling a small note.

You get your wish.

HP

Harry never liked the Minister, even after he had gone to him for help, He had seen him as the lesser of two evil and now that everything had come to pass, he saw just how much of a monster the guy could be. Condemning an entire population to death because of a few bad seeds. Harry shuddered cutting off the train of thought before he did something drastic. The man was a poison, a poison that tasted like honey with the ability to win people over with his way of words but Harry had one advantage over him, he unnerved the man, made him sweat and as long as it stayed that way, Harry could definitely take advantage of it for his own purposes.

Apparating away again, Harry reappeared in the Leaky Cauldron, now empty, it had been closed as an Inn since the restart of the Death Eater terror attacks and now nobody was here, glancing around Harry saw spots of blood in different locations and wondered just what the muggles had done to so effectively eliminate the wizards and witches. "Guns, they do seem to be the best choice, wizards need to say and perform the spell, can't beat guns." Harry thought morbidly as he walked over to the bar area and reached over, fumbling under the surface to find a key to one of the rooms, he didn't care which one as long as he got one, he'd spend the night here before going away. "If it was guns, there would have been more blood," Harry continued ignoring his previous observation, "a virus of some sort?" he questioned as he unhook a key and looked at the number on it. "Heh, lucky 13." He laughed dryly before walking up the stairs, "Too many possible ways they could have been killed… Something I'll have to look into." He muttered making a mental note of what he was going to do. As he climbed the stairs he drew his wand moving it through several intricate motions and muttering words as the tip began to glow setting up perimeter wards, even if he believed the Ministers words about the magical world being essentially dead, to actually be here, to be surrounded by the silence, the lack of anything… he hadn't seen any bodies of fallen wizards and witches… there was no way they could have cleaned everything up.

How long had they been working on this?

The questions continued to flood his mind, too many unanswered situations, too many questions that needed answering. What happened? Where there any survivors? Where were the bodies? Where were the signs of a conflict, there is no way the wizarding world, sheep though they were… would go down like this.

Opening the door to his room he pushed it open looking at the single bed that took up the back of the room, walking forwards he dropped onto it. "I will find out who caused this." He whispered, rolling over to look at the ceiling. "I will get vengeance for this." Harry said slightly louder, flicking his hand and the light dimmed bathing him in darkness. He closed his eyes.

Why did you let us die?

You betrayed us!

You sold us out to the muggles!

His eyes snapped open, he sat up sharply struggling to breathe, sweat pouring from his forehead. He shifted, kicking his legs off the side of the bed, he sat there panting heavily, his head in his hands as he tried to clear the images that he saw, the deathly cold words that shoved themselves to the forefront of his mind.

Did they blame him?

Was it his fault?

He didn't know, he did what he felt was right, could he have been mistaken?

Looking at his watch, he frowned… he had been asleep a total of twenty minutes.

Pushing himself off the bed he walked back to the door of the room and threw it open, the metal doorknob crashing against the wall, the wooden door adding to the noise as it shook from the impact. Harry didn't care, he just needed to get out of there. Stumbling down the stairs in a half dazed stupor he moved over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of alcohol, he didn't even look at it to see what it was but from the moment he opened it he knew he had grabbed firewhiskey. Fumbling for a shot glass, he missed the first one, it fell to the floor breaking on the stone but he quickly snapped up the second one placing it on the bar surface.

He poured himself a glass.

"For you friends." He said quietly holding up the glass and looking at the amber liquid that rested inside. "Always for you." He whispered downing the shot in one go and slamming the glass onto the table.

The liquid burnt, he shook his head, trying desperately to focus and think as he poured himself another one. He wasn't going to drown himself in it… he just needed something to knock the edge off of that nightmare.

After that, into the alley.

There were supplies he needed to gather.

TBC

In the previous upload of this story idea, (legacy of big boss) i mentioned a chapter that i had already written that i was planning on breaking up into flashback sequences. this was that chapter.