AN:/ Well this is my first fic and I decided that I'd do a challenge so I would have a place to start and the challenge I chose was The Modern Sorcerer's Fire Solves Everything challenge

Harry Potter's temper has always been rather dangerous, but it's not until things start bursting into flames that people realize exactly how fiery it is. And now that the fire's been lit, Harry isn't all that willing to let it be smothered again, in fact he's all for letting it burn.

Requirements: Fire Elemental Harry.

Begins any time after Harry discovers magic.

Harry's powers are unlocked during/after one of his canon adventures.

Either Ron or Hermione must initially react badly to Harry's power. (Whether or not they change their mind is up to the author).

Elementals are rare, and thus it causes a stir when it is revealed.

Harry cannot have a 'true' mentor, he is self-trained in his powers.

Morality: Any. Dark/Evil

Pairing: Any. Harry/Fleur

Forbidden: Naive/Canon Harry.

Harry surrendering his control over fire.

Godlike Harry.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, if I did I'd live a lot better than I do and I probably wouldn't be writing this.

Reviews are welcome but flames will be deleted before fully read.

Chapter 1

Harry laughed as the twins eagerly counted their winnings from Bagman for what had to be the hundredth time since they got back from the Quidditch Cup. He was happy for them and what that money meant for them, the twins having told Harry what they wanted to do with it right after they made the bet with Bagman. Harry looked from the ecstatic twins over to the rest of the group, Mr. Weasley having a discussion with Charlie about cobbing, Ron trying to explain quidditch to Hermione (again) and Ginny snoozing in an armchair in the corner. He was content, no scratch that, he was beyond happy that he had such good friends and that he could be a part of this instead of slaving away at Privet Drive for his so called 'family', well that is until he heard a noise that was definitely not happiness come from the twins.

"Where the bloody hell did our gold go!"

Conversations stopped around the tent as everyone turned to look at the now furious twins. "What do you mean, where did your gold go, Fred?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"I mean that our gold from Bagman disappeared-"said George

-and we want to know where the bloody hell it went!" finished Fred angrily

"Well there's only one thing to do." jumped in Harry to the twins while everyone else started talking at once.

"What's that oh Son of Prongs?"

"The only thing to do is to find Bagman and get the real money and maybe a little extra for your pain and suffering" said Harry with a smile

"You know Harry, you're the only sensible one in this tent right now" said George as a slightly malicious smirk spread over his and Fred's faces "alright, let's go"

"What do you mean 'lets'" asked a confused Harry.

"Well the way we see it Harrykins-" spoke Fred

"Since it was your idea it's only fair-"

"That you get to come and witness-"

"The visitation of our righteous fury upon Bagman" finished George.

Harry looked around, all the rest of the group seemed to have dissolved into arguments about what happened and what to do about it, and to Harry that just seemed like the most boring thing in the world to be doing right now. He wanted to do things, not sit around and talk about doing things. "Sure, let's go" he said while smiling broadly. This twin's answer was to smile and to slowly start inching their way to the entrance to the tent. Harry followed and since all of the rest of the group were engrossed in their increasingly loud argument they were able to leave without any notice.

Once they excited the tent the full force of the noise of the still going party of the Irish supporters hit the small team. Reveling in the noise and excitement Harry and the twins looked at each other, smiled, and then ran off asking any passersby if they had seen Bagman. For the first little bit they had no such luck, but as they started moving further and further into the tents they began to meet one group that had seen him and they told the trio where they had seen him go. And that's how the search progressed, finding someone who had seen him and then going in the direction they said until they found someone else who had seen him. After who knows how long they came across someone who knew the tent Bagman was in and the trio ran until they found it.

Bagman's tent didn't really look like much on the outside but that meant nothing for wizard's tents. So the trio walked up and considered who would be the first to go in. They settled on Harry considering Bagman seemed to like him so much. He walked in without a thought and came upon Bagman and his friends partying it up. Bagman looked over at the entrance "Harry my boy" shouted Bagman with a smile "so good to see you." he staggered over to Harry to vigorously shake Harry's hand.

"Hello again Mr. Bagman, I do hope that I'm not intruding." said Harry with a smile "we have an audience, even better" thought Harry.

"Not even in the slightest Harry" slurred Bagman "would you like something to drink Harry? After all you came so far just to be here." slurred Bagman"

"Would it be alright if I my friends came in sir? I wouldn't want to leave them by themselves."

"Of course, of course! Bring them in, the more the merrier!" shouted Bagman

Harry stuck his head out the tent flap "Alright guys come on in." he said with a smile on his face

The twins went through the flap and when Bagman saw who it was Harry brought with him he went white in the face. Harry's smile turned slightly malicious "serves him right" thought Harry, he hated it when people messed with the few people he cared about.

"So Bagman, cheated anyone else tonight?" said Fred with a cheery smile on his face.

"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about boys." spluttered Bagman as the conversations in the tent died down and the occupants looked towards the new arrivals.

"So you have no idea about the gold that we won from you disappearing into thin air earlier do you?" asked George sweetly. Some of the other occupants of the room looking interested while others looking alarmed and going for their money bags. Bagman just sputtered ineffectually and started looking fearfully around.

"It's an interesting thing that leprechaun gold does, it disappears anywhere from a few minutes-" said Fred

"-To hours after it's made-" said George.

"-Although you wouldn't know anything about that would you Mr. Bagman" finished Fred.

"I gave you your winnings in real gold!" shouted Bagman trying to salvage the conversation.

"Then explain how they were in the middle of counting it and it all vanishes piece by piece" interjects Harry bringing himself into the argument. At this point the people who had gone for their money bags come back and inserting their complaints about missing money to Bagman as well.

"It'd be a shame" Harry said to the whole group of angry men "if we all went and found some reporter to write a story for us about how Bagman cheated you" Harry hated his fame with a passion but he knew how much influence he had if he really wanted it "I'd even verify the twins claim myself" at that what little color Bagman had left drained out and his defiance deflated. After Bagman writing some very hefty checks and apologizing to all of them, the twins and Harry said a merry goodbye to Bagman and some still rather angry looking men and set off back towards the tent. About halfway back they began to hear screams, and not the screams they had been hearing of parties but screams of pure terror and running feet. Harry pushed through the crowds and began to see the fires and smell the smoke. When he eventually stopped he looked around and noticed that he had been separated from the twins, in fact there wasn't that many people around, just burning tents and smoke.

"And what do we have here?" a voice shouted from Harry's left. He whirled around and standing there was a man in a black cloak with a skull mask and his wand trailing a thin length of fire. "Well well, if it isn't the Boy-Who-Lived, I'm trembling in fear over the defeater of the Dark Lord" the man sneered. He flicked his fire whip at the tents behind Harry cutting off his escape. "Let's see what kind of power you have that could have possibly beaten the Dark Lord". As he started to draw his wand the Death Eater flicked the whip burning a line across Harry's forearm. "Oops, I'm sorry were you trying to draw your wand" the Death Eater laughed sadistically. After he had been struck Harry felt a source of heat start to build in the center of his chest.

"That's odd" he thought "I was burned across my arm".

The Death Eater then struck Harry twice across each leg next causing Harry to fall to his knees. And with each successive burn across his body the heat in Harry's chest got hotter and hotter until Harry didn't know which hurt more, the burns from the Death Eaters spell or the heat burning him from the inside out.

"Pathetic Potter, seems like the only thing that kept you alive was your mudblood whore of a mother" spat the Death Eater as he struck Harry across the face with the fire whip. At this the heat inside Harry reached its crescendo and Harry pushed with his will hoping something, anything would happen to stop the burning sensations he was feeling. And with a whoosh and bang a huge wall of fire blasted out of his body instantly incinerating the Death Eater and anything else within a twenty foot radius. Harry gasped at the immediate cessation of the blistering heat in his body which was replaced with a glowing warmth radiating from his center to the ends of his fingertips. He looked around in confusion at the circle of ashes that surrounded his body. He touched the burns on his arms, legs and face wondering why they no longer hurt. And touching some of the ash that had gotten onto his face Harry dazedly rubbed it between his fingers wondering why in the world it felt so soft. Then a realization crashed upon him, he had just killed someone. His eyes rolled back into his head and he fainted from a combination of shock and magical exhaustion.