Jaune always thought that Blake was a very mysterious individual. When he found out she was secretly a faunus, and then a former member of the White Fang, he reckoned the mystery solved. Unfortunately for him, that wasn't all she was hiding - and now he was squarely in the middle of it. At least it wasn't another dress.

He unlocked his semblance in a moment of need - HER moment of need. It was only fair that SHE should reap the reward, right? So why was it that her TEAM kept getting in her way? It matters not. She wasn't going to let anything keep her from that feeling. That feeling of his hands on her-wait, no, of his semblance filling her with aura! Yes, his semblance!

He wasn't sure exactly when it all started. A month ago? Two? Whatever the case may be, at some point it had started and it showed no sign of slowing down. He'd never been friends with a Slytherin before, nor had he ever really tried to be. Until now, apparently.

Do you have a problem that needs fixing? Who better to call than Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world?

After Dumbledore's death, Harry vows to avenge the people whose lives have been destroyed by Voldemort and his followers, while also extracting a little revenge for himself and decides that doing it alone is the best thing to do.

After the torture and deaths of his only remaining family, Harry snaps. PreHBP. Warning: This story is not recommended for people with weak stomachs. It contains sexual material and extreme violence.

Harry Potter loves to watch things burn. A series of oneshot ficlets.

Just a simple day in the life of Harry James Potter. That is, until around seven.