Not all advice is good advice. But even bad advice can be better than it may seem. Sometimes, all it takes is a bit of faith. Or a willingness to face the end.

What would happen if someone did check on Harry? Remus decides one day that he had to see his cub again, so on his 8th birthday goes to the Dursleys. But he isn't there. They search for three years, until finally he shows up in his first year. What happened to him? Where did he go? And why are the ghosts and elves scared of him? "The blood of a devil runs through you boy. My father will be so glad to hear that."

In the depths of the Ministry, there is a cell for the world's most dangerous man... and he wants out. No pairings. Warnings: Time travel, OOC-characters, Light!bashing, Twisted!Harry, Evil!Harry, violence, mention of gore. Yeah, stuff like that. Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter nor do I make any money writing this. This fanfiction can be found on fanfiction.net. It is written by Tiro.

What if the so called 'Golden Boy' isn't quite what everyone sees. What if the gullible Gryffindor was just a bit more Slytherin than anyone wanted. Tired of the controlling powers in his life, Harry takes the small bit of freedom he can. His money. His Lordships. His magic.

No one believed Izuku when he said he had a quirk. Of course no one would believe the delusional quirkless boy who always mumbles to someone who nobody had ever seen, and was obsessed with books about of elixirs and conjurations and hypnosis. That of course changed when odd things began to occur around the boy. It started with his childhood 'friend's' broken arm healing mysteriously. Then, when everyone who crossed the boy ended up getting hurt. And lastly, when people began to swear they saw his shadow move without him. The town was full of whispers about how that boy may not be as quirkless as they thought.. But quirks like that don't exist. ...right?