This is a Harry Potter & Familiar of Zero Cross Over Fanfiction Only.

My name is pretty much well know since before I could talk, I am Harry James Potter, or how many people call me the boy who lived. I am called the boy who lived because I managed two almost impossible things, or at least people believed they were impossible, the first surviving a curse that has no defense or chance for survival, and the second reflecting that curse and killing a madman that threatened the world.

You would think that after such achievements the world would treat me as a hero, I would live the life of a celebrity never experiencing want or need. Sorry to tell you reality is much different that what these people realize.

I was only a few months old when I became this supposed hero, and the cost of me being a hero was first that I became an orphan since the madman I supposedly killed actually killed them with the very curse I supposedly reflected back at him and caused his death.

The second was that my life was changed forever since a piece of the soul of that madman entered me, and I don't know how or why but I ended up beating that piece of his soul and before I could even talk my eyes were opened to the reality of magic and the reality of my world.

It is a heavy burden to be forced to learn in an instant the knowledge of an adult, basically causing you to forever have your childhood years of innocence stolen from you. If that seems bad, well sorry to tell you that was not nearly the last bad thing that happened to me.

You see I actually had an Aunt and Uncle, and the man who took me from the wreckage of my home made one big mistake, he believed that my Aunt being the kid sister of my mother would show her orphan nephew kindness and would raise me in a caring and supportive environment.

Even I knew that was beyond a naive way to look at the relationship my mother and her sister had, it was borderline stupid now that I think of it. My Aunt and Uncle did make a decision about my life, and the decision was that I was a piece of garbage at worst, and a commodity at best.

So before I was even a year old my supposed remaining relatives sold me to a man who owned a mercenary company. This man apparently purchased children to educate, train and use them as soldiers. So before I could even say anything against the sale, I was sold to a man to be one of his child soldiers.

The man was a veteran of dozens of campaigns and he knew all too well that war is a constant, to raise soldiers since children he said was the only way for him to deal with conflicts by raising and training soldiers to be professionals since early in their lives.

He had an eye patch over one eye, scars over his chest and body, most people called him the Big Boss. We children simply called him Father when he was not looking. For eleven years that was my life, me and my fellow child soldiers trained, and learned to be soldiers. We fought in several campaigns by the time I was eleven and half of the kids I grew up with had died either in combat or due to the harsh conditions on the battlefield.

By this time I had long given up the concepts of mercy, my heart had become harden as hard as the armor I wore, and I saw the truth of my world, the people who saw the world through rainbow colored glasses to me they could be classified as insane, I knew the real truth and cruelty the world really was.

At age eleven my feeling on the value of a human life had changed so drastically that you could say I was a much different person. The people I worked with, and especially Father decided to give me a new name, one that made him smile every time he said it. I guess I shouldn't find it strange since I could talk to the animals that I was named after, Father decided to call me Snake.

In truth, my ability to use magic, and my ability to talk to snakes actually was a major reason for me surviving when so many other child soldiers that fought alongside me only managed to die with some honor.

Our company had been hired to be the security to the Prime Minister during a top secret meeting, Father decided that this would be a good test of my abilities as a soldier so he sent me to this mission by myself.

"Snake keep the Prime Minister and the person who he is meeting safe, all other people are expendable and you should not bother keeping them alive if doing so puts the objectives of your mission at risk. Deadly force is authorized, show the enemy why they should never face our company. The client will establish a secure communication line so that I can tell you what is needed after the job is done."

I stood at attention and I saluted him as he finished saying that, for a brief second I swear I saw a glint of pride in his one right eye.

As I reached the meeting point with my client I began to realize that for some strange reason this didn't feel like the normal office of the Prime Minister of the Great Britain, in fact, it didn't even look the same. The decorations were outdated, and there was not a single piece of current technology, not even a phone or calculator.

I have been to the office of the British Prime Minister, and even both house of parliament a few times due to my work. Father often took me since according to him he couldn't leave me alone in the base, something about causing random things to either be destroyed or me killing someone because that person offended me.

Hey, it's not my fault. First of killing a person that besmirches the honor of a member of an Ancient and Noble house is practically a tradition to most Ancient and Noble houses, and secondly I get bored doing nothing productive, so I practice my skills and end up destroying something, it's not like it was irreplaceable.

As I knew something was odd I decided to error on the side of caution, I made sure my mental defenses were at the highest and my weapon ready for combat should the need arise. My trusty M4 is the only weapon I would ever need, I made custom modifications, that allow both my spells and regular ammo to be used.

There is no situation in this world I can't take care off with this rifle, I have been able to take down an army of guerrilla fighters with just this rifle alone. That is why the UN has also given me the designation of Army Killer.

I walked near the doors and the doors opened two men were in the room, one was a cheap Gandalf knock off, and the other was wearing a green striped suit, he even had a bowler hat on the hat stand near him. If you asked me to describe the status of my mission I could so in a single word, FUBAR.

"I don't much like deceptions or jokes. I was supposed to meet the British Prime Minister about a bodyguard mission that he requested to Outer Heaven if this is a jest you better explain and if it is an ambush this place shall be your tomb. Nobody besmirches the honor of my Ancient and Noble house and survives the deed."

The man wearing the robes stood up from his seat, out of sheer instinct I gripped my rifle. "Actually we met your employer and we had to alter his memories a bit. Sorry to say he will not remember ever meeting you or any relationship you ever had with the man. We had to do this in order to meet you, Harry, as for your weapon, I am sorry but it will be ineffective against us even if you tried."

I looked at the chair and realized that every piece of the office was enchanted to withstand arms fire. I decided to prove the man wrong. I fed my rage, my anger, and all my hatred of what they did into my trusty rifle. I aimed at the chair and pulled the trigger. The black energy blast hit the chair and it became a pile of splinters.

"Are you so certain that my weapon is ineffective? Like I said I don't take kindly to practical jokes or deceptions. I will hear what you have to say, but if I find it is not. I shall end both of your lives."

That is when the man wearing the suit got off his chair and repaired the chair like nothing happened. "I am Cornelius Fudge I am the current head of Magical Britain, and I assure you the things we had to do to arrange this meeting would not happen if this was not a serious matter. Please, young man, have a seat, we have much to discuss."

Since my own position within Outer Heaven was very much destroyed by them, I had no reason to deny the request of hearing them out, but mercy was never and will never be something I consider.

I sat down on the chair I had previously destroyed and looked at the men as they sat on their respective chairs. "Harry I must ask you, why do you sound like you have no problem killing someone, someone your age usually is not so comfortable with ending someone's life. How many people have you killed?"

I looked at the man wearing his colorful robes, and moon-shaped glasses. "If you are asking this month I killed about thirty people, if you ask about this year it is close to a thousand. What can I say this had been a slow month for me."

The man named Cornelius didn't seem to like my answer, and neither did the man wearing the robes. "The man that asked you is one of the world's most powerful wizards in the world. His name is Albus Dumbledore, and I must say that I find it a little disturbing you talk so casually about ending the lives of so many people."

I looked at him and found his remark both useless and uninteresting. "I have been a soldier since I could walk, and been training before I could speak or read, for a person that has called combat his only existence it would be strange if I didn't feel comfortable talking about something I do on the daily basis."

I looked at Dumbledore and saw he was not happy to hear that from me. "Humans are animals, plain and simple. Given enough need they will kill and eat each other if it is necessary for them to survive. I feel no guilt in killing an animal, does a lion that kills and devours an antelope feel guilt over what he did? I should think not."

I placed my hand on my lap and looked at them, "Very well let's get this over with as soon as possible. I gather Harry doesn't like to waste time, and I happen to be a very busy man."

Dumbledore looked at me and I could almost see a sadness in his eyes, "Harry I am sorry that I left you with your Aunt and Uncle, this is not the sort of life I was expecting you to have when I left you with them. Harry, you aren't a soldier, you are a wizard Harry, and the reason for this is for me to try and undo some of the harm I unintentionally caused you."

"I am the Headmaster of one of the most prestigious schools of magic and sorcery in all of Magical Europe. I am here to give you a chance to have a better life than simply being a tool. Your mother and father were once my favorite students, and I think they both would want you to study there."

So typical, trying to use my emotions to influence me. Too bad for him my heart has been frozen for so long, it would take something really rare for me to be influenced by my emotions, they are tools and nothing more to me, no different than the bullets in my rifle.

"The opinion of long dead parents matter little to me, why don't you tell me the truth and I might consider your request, but trying to influence me by playing my heartstrings. It is both a useless and insulting means to influence me. I am well beyond such immature influences."

Cornelius began to actually laugh as he saw the look of surprise and the despair on Dumbledore's face. "That is what you get for treating him like a child, old enough to kill, old enough to be an adult. Very well, we want you to study in that school because that school will be the first place your old enemy will attack. The school will be more of a battlefield than a place of learning to you."

"The mission is to safeguard the Prime Minister, but in an essence, the mission has not changed at all. By keeping the people in that school safe, and eliminating your old enemy He Who Must Not Be Named, you will, in fact, keep the Prime Minister and the world safe. I am not asking you to do charity, you will be handsomely compensated for your efforts."

I looked at him and nodded my head, "So you are ready to accept the fact the man you believed I killed is still among the living. Very well I shall attend and keep the people in that place safe, but it will not be cheap and I don't need to learn a thing from any of you. I am a Mage, as such, I know all the magic you and your teachers could ever hope to teach me."

Dumbledore again didn't look happy to hear that, but I was beyond caring, and so my return to the Magical World happened thanks to a nasty trick, a lie, and the promise of getting revenge on my long dead parents, like I said this mission could not be described with any other word besides FUBAR.