All his life, Harry never tried. Until that fateful summer, when Neville Longbottom became his number-one bestie! Having to rekindle his friendships, figure out new magic he has never heard of, and deal with a father who's actually alive, not to mention a Dark Lord, will Harry survive until he graduates? Of course, he will! Neville's there to set him straight.

"And what could a low-life criminal like you have that would be beneficial to us?" Tsukauchi asked. "Something you've never had within your reach. Something that has always been just two steps ahead." God damnit he hoped this would work. "Oh, and what's that?" Aizawa almost snorted. "First-hand information on the crime overlord, and behind the scene leader of the League of Villains

Being Death wasn't a job knowingly on the market, not unless you had collected all 3 Deathly Hallows. Harry Potter has. Can he cope with it is the question. Can he exist knowing Death, and knowing he is her Master, she like she was a Master before him?

Tracey Davis was raised — from practically the moment she was born — to be the perfect Pureblood heiress, the perfect little Frankenstein's monster of all her parents' best traits, seen by all and touched by none. She should want the world... but all she wants is to be seen by the only one who never seems to see her."

It had been two years since he last saw her. Every day she haunts his thoughts, and he remembers the day he first saw her. ONE-SHOT

This is a work for the Hacey Challenge and Server! Tracey Davis suspects something is fishy about Potter. Sure, he's handsome, but that doesn't make up for his sneakiness, and the fact he keeps going to The Forbidden Forest in the middling hours of the morning. Following him, she discovers his dreadful secret — one of... fluffy proportions. I took my own spin on this

Suddenly, memories flood his thoughts—images of laughter, tenderness, and shared dreams. The warmth of love he once felt now feels like a distant echo. The fire within him intensifies, threatening to consume him entirely. He raised himself from the floor, body heavy and in pain. How? How could Ginny do something so horrid? His beautiful wife, the woman he would do anything for.

Harry had done this a lot. He couldn't ever save Sirius, and training hard got him nowhere. He was going to kill Voldemort first this time or die trying. Literally, he would come back. Life was an arsehole like that.