So, this is my rewritten version of my Zutara fanfiction :) Though, it's not complete, it never has been, 'cause I'm a lazy procrastinator. :(
Anyway;
Continued summary/plot: What if Zuko didn't speak up at the war meeting, didn't fight his Father and didn't get banished? What if Katara saw her mother getting murdered, became angered and used water bending in front of the fire bender? What if he kidnapped her and brought her to the fire nation instead of killing her? What if only Sokka found Aang?
Let the revised adventure begin, in an alternate universe...

Zuko: 11 years
Katara: 7 years
Sokka: 9 years
Azula, Ty Lee, Mai: 7 years

Writerswand
Boiling Water
Chapter 1

Zuko

I sat with my mom under the cherry tree by the ponds outside the palace, our favorite spot. Azula, my little sister, and her friends played on the opposite side of the pond. Ty-lee kart-wheeled all over the place and my sister sat laughing at her. Mai sat on the ground board, playing with her little toy weapons.
Ty-lee stood on her hands and grinned. "How you guys like it?"
"Awesome," Mai said in a bored tone.
"It was great, but I can do better," Azula said, springing to her feet. She raised her arms and conjured up lightning. She pointed and directed it west. It flew and hit a tree branch; it cracked and fell right next to me. I jumped up, startled. Azula laughed, causing Ty-lee to laugh.
"Azula," my mom said with a stern gaze.
Azula stopped laughing, narrowing her eyes. She turned to Ty-lee and grinned.
"Always the greatest, princess," Ty-lee said curtsying.
I rolled my eyes and turned to watch the baby turtle ducks follow their mother.
"Hey Mom, you want to see what Azula does to turtle ducks?" I asked picking up a small, smooth stone. I threw it at a baby turtle duck causing it to go under.
"Zuko! Why would you do that!?" My mom cried out, as if she was the one struck with a stone.
My jaw fell slack as I watched the spot where the turtle duck went under. A few seconds later it came back up and started swimming. I let out a sigh. Then the mother turtle duck walked out of the pond and bit my foot. It promptly wadded back into the pond.
"Ow!" I cried holding my foot, tears forming in the corners of my eyes.
"Serves you right," My mom said, grinning.
I held my foot, rubbing it. "Stupid duck," I muttered.
"You don't mess with a mother's babies or she will come up and get you!" My mom said, crying out at the 'get you' part. She reached over to me and grabbed me. She pulled me over to her and started to tickle me. I laughed, grinned, and struggled with her, until she stopped after a few moments. She held me in her arms until I wriggled away.
She sighed. "And a mother also has to know when to let her babies go," My mom said before standing up and walking back into the palace.
When her friends had left to go home Azula walked into my room where I lay on my bed, board out of my mind.
"Dad's having a war meeting, I'm going to go," she told me.
"How did you find out?" I asked.
She shrugged. "Uncle Iroh was talking to himself again, he was drinking his tea and chuckling," she grinned.
"You were eavesdropping?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. Why was I surprised? That was normal Azula.
She shrugged again. "So what? He's just a crazy old man,"
"Uncle's not crazy!" I persisted.
"Whatever, the meeting will be starting in a bit, I should be going,"
"How do you know you will be allowed?"
"I'm the princess, I'll find a way," she said before turning around and walking to the door.
She stopped in the door frame and turned her head part way to me. "Oh, you should go as well if you want to be fire lord some day," she said before skipping off.
…She had a point. As much as I hated to admit.

I walked to the meeting room with my uncle.
"Are you sure you don't want to come have tea with me instead? Maybe throw in a game of Pai Sho?" he asked me.
I sighed. He's been trying to get me out of this for the whole walk. "Azula's going, I think I should,"
Uncle Iroh sighed. "War meetings aren't for young people like yourself, they can be quite...violent? Is that the word?" My uncle paused.
"Azula's younger than me,"
"She's different," Uncle said. "Not in a good way," he added.
"But if I want to be Fire lord someday, I'll have to be present at the meetings," I pointed out.
Uncle muttered something to himself that I could barely make out, something about me, my dad, fire lord, and should be.
I shrugged as he walked away and I entered the meeting room.
My dad wasn't present, but there was Azula, sitting with all the high ranking generals. They were discussing war strategy, new ones and old. They were planning and discussing, some were agreements, while others turned into arguments. Azula sat on the chair, her legs dangling off the edge as she watched them talk, her eyes wide with excitement. I sat down opposite Azula; my feet didn't quite reach the floor, so I rested them on the lower bar of the chair.
The War meeting was quite boring actually. A quiet game of Pai Sho and a nice cup of tea might be nice right now. Azula listened attentively; her eyes glistened with excitement and anxiety. She made no comments though. This was her kind of thing. One strategy they were discussing made me want to throw up. They were going to put a large army in front of a city, while a smaller, stronger group attacked from behind, their weak point, distraction being the key. How could they waste so many lives? Why not just attack from behind from the start, a surprise attack. The meeting dragged on after that, my thoughts all tangled up.
As the generals parted ways I left the meeting room relieved. Azula was waiting for me outside the door.
"So how was it?" she asked as she leaned against the door.
"The last strategy...I did not like, they would waste so many lives-"
Azula cut me off. "Solders are supposed to risk their lives for their homelands right Zuko? If you didn't like it why didn't you speak out? I would have...if it wasn't so perfect. No, scratch that, I could have thought of something better, if it wasn't so good..."Azula trailed, lost in that evil mind of hers.
"I didn't want to get in trouble; I'm only eleven, but..." I trailed unsure of what to say.
"Do whatever it takes to win and rule the world, right Zuko? Kill a few on our side here and there if it demands it..." she trailed and shrugged.
I watched as she walked away, perplexed. How could one little girl be so evil?

Katara

"Katara I'm hungry!" My brother called from behind me as we walked through the snow.
That boy's always hungry; he would eat every second of every day if mama let him. Sokka was my brother, he was nine years old. My name's Katara; I'm seven years old and the last water bender of the Southern water tribe. The Fire Nation invaded and took a lot of our people. A few months back the men of our village, except for the old, went to fight in the war. Sokka wanted to go fight with our Dad but he's too young. Now he's determined to protect the village.
"We're almost there! The penguins will be the next hill over!" I called back to him.
Sokka mumbled to himself about going to die from lack of hunger and thirst and not wanting to go 'stupid penguin sledding with his little sister.'
I rolled my eyes. "Eat some snow," I suggested.
He bent down and picked some cold, white snow off the ground and placed it in his mouth. He chewed slowly. "Mmm, not half bad."
I rolled eyes, not expecting him to take me seriously, or for not knowing you can eat snow and it tastes like water already.

We now stood in a small snowy field surrounded by penguins. I laughed as penguins surrounded me, trying to get fish out of the hand that I held out. I grabbed the nearest penguin and climbed on its back. Sokka was already on his, munching on a combination of fish and snow. I rolled my eyes as we started to sled. I laughed and screamed playfully as my penguin slid down the snowy hills on its belly. I clutched the penguin's back tightly. I looked over and saw Sokka munching on his fish and snow, one hand holding the food, the other the penguin. Occasionally he would cry out when his penguin went over a bump.
After a while the penguins stopped by the water and we got off.
"Thanks!" I cried as they waddled off and dived into the sea. I laughed and grinned as Sokka spoke, being his usual funny, sarcastic, meat loving self.
I stopped laughing and my grin faulted when I saw Gran Gran running towards us.
Sokka frowned. "What is it Gran Gran?"
"Fire Nation...docked on ice...attacking..." she said out of breath from running.
She soon caught her breath and continued. "I must get you children to a safe place! Hurry and follow me, don't drag your feet or your dead!" she quickly explained taking Sokka and my dark hands in her older ones. Sokka and I didn't bother to ask questions as she led us.
We passed our shelter and I saw smoke coming out from the cooking fire.
"Mama!" I cried, running to our shelter, breaking out of Gran Gran's grip.
"Katara! Get back here!" Gran Gran called after me holding Sokka's hand.
I ignored her and burst into the shelter. A tall, mean-looking loomed over Mama, he spoke in a voice so low I couldn't make out what he was saying. Mama didn't look scared...brave mama. Mama saw me but didn't speak or nothing. She directed her eyes over to the quilt she was mending. I shook my head, wanting to help her. Mama's eyes shifted back to the man, but her jaw became firm. I walked over to the quilt quietly and hid behind it.
"I will ask you one more time, just tell me, if you do I will spare your village and leave you in peace, if not it will go up in flames, your choice, now, who is the last water bender?" he asked.
Mama shook her head stubbornly.
The solider sighed. "I heard a little one come in, maybe you will talk if I..." he trailed, walking over to the hanging quilt and pulled it aside, revealing me sitting on the ground, arms wrapped around my knees. I looked up at him with big blue eyes.
"No!" Mama cried out. "I- I will tell you," Mama whispered.
The mean man turned his head to her.
"I'm the last water bender, take me, I'll go," she said hanging her head low.
What is she saying? Mama can't bend...
"Were not taking prisoners today dear," he said before stabbing her in the chest with his spear.
She gasped in pain as he pulled it out. She fell to the floor, hands below her as she held herself up, close to death.
I jumped up and ran to the mean man. I screamed at him, tears streaming down my face. I'm watching my mama die. I lifted my arms up and the snow outside the shelter lifted up and hit him. It melted on him for he was a fire bender.

He scowled. "You're the last water bender?" he was asking himself more than me. He looked over at mama. "She died trying to protect her daughter, how sweet,"
"Sweeter then you! You killed Mama!" I spat at his boot.
He didn't seem to hear me; his face looked as if the creator's light shined down on him, inspiring him. Hah! Like the Creator would shine down on such an evil man. He scowled when the spit hit his boot. "Pathetic," he said.
He walked over to me and slapped a gag on my mouth so my screams wouldn't be heard. "You're going on a trip little one," he said picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.
"Be strong my little water bender, be strong," were my mom's last words.

The mean fire nation solider took me around the village so people wouldn't see him kidnapping me. I struggled and kicked him to get free but he held me too tightly. It didn't stop me from flailing my little arms around and hitting him in the back, my little legs couldn't get any farther down then his chest. He was too strong for little me.
We were just boarding the ship when Sokka ran up to the man and jabbed him with his little spear.
"Put my sister down you bastard!" he cried.
The man chuckled and hit Sokka in the head with the butt of his spear. Sokka fell to the ground, unconscious. I let out a little whimper.
"Be quiet," the man said before doing the same to me with his spear as he did to me brother.
The last thing I knew before blacking out was being set on the floor of a cold metal ship.