Harry Potter was supposed to be the golden boy, the savior of the wizarding world. However, Dumbledore's plan started to crumble when the letters were sent and Harry Potter responded like a pureblood would. His plan started to be crushed when Harry Potter showed up at Hogwarts with a venomous magical snake and not looking anything like James Potter. Dumbledore's plan was destroyed when Harry Potter was placed in Slytherin. Check out the sequel to this book Hadrian Riddle Harmonia - A Harry Potter Fanfiction Dumbledore bashing - Hermione bashing - Weasley bashing Slytherin!Harry - Dark!Harry - Independent!Harry Disclaimer: Harry Potter is copywrite to JK Rowling - In other words, I own nothing but the plot of this story and my OCs NOT Drarry, so don't come expecting that This may or may not be a Death/Harry Fanfic. I just came up with the idea and searched the web for it and nothing came up, so I'm assuming I'm the only one to have thought of it. For me, that's pretty cool. If anyone doesn't like this, tell me, and I'll think about changing it. So, Death/Harry is now copyrighted by me! (Can I even do that?=D) UPDATE: It WILL be Death/Harry, however it will be slow.

Harry James Potter. The saviour of the wizard world. A baby prodigy who killed the Dark Lord at merely one year old. The boy who lived, the golden boy... nicknames with no meaning. This supposed Harry James Potter is more than people could imagine. Just think of the face Dumbledore made when his so called "war weapon" came to school as a: Handsome, Cunning, Mesmerizing, Powerful, And mysterious wizard. This saviour is more than anyone could have expected...but who says he will actually save the world? Our perfect hero may have some other plans with this world... I don't own Harry Potter. J.K Rowling does. Mature content because of swearing and maybe lemon?

Four years. Four insufferable years. That's how long I was trapped in that place. Four years. But, it's only a memory now. Just a memory. And that's all I've wanted ever since I was sent there. Now, I wander the world, beating gyms and gathering badges. It's not a terrible life. Except, I have no one. No one I can rely on, no one to talk to, no one who even remembers me. That's the hard part of all this. Even if they did remember me, I can't tell them a single thing. Not that I have a choice. They are still out there. He is still looking for me. But I have disappeared. He can't find me. And I intend to keep it that way.

your name is Nami you are a unknown bender that was born in the fire nation by a water bending mother in prison, they took you away as a child, The fire queen took you in as a child after begging her husband and Azulon, you where a few years younger than the prince. but after the queen went missing the Ozai took Azulons place, as Ozai got you to work in the Palace when you where 10. They kept a close eye on you to find out your abilities, seeing you where able to control water and ability to deflect fire but not fight with it, you started to fall for the prince as he did speak to you when you where young but when he was banished you still trained in secret and wished for one day to see him once more. ( Just something i felt like writing ) What was your fate, where you to be a worker in the palace all your life?

First Book: His Kitten - Second Book: That Kitten, Kidnapped - Third Book: His Kitten, Falling Down First place in the Kuroshitsuji category in the 2014 AWA's I was a maid that was left behind in the middle of the night left with no place to stay, until I ran into a very dashing butler and his young lord. The butler's raven black hair, blood red eyes and smooth voice was enough to make me fall head over heels for him. He really is one hell of a butler, who enjoys a new "pet".