AN: Im going to attempt a rewrite of the books, starting at year 4. I will keep it pretty canon with the main theme being Harry coming into his own more in a way i wanted for him as i read the books. Harry follow in his father and Sirius footsteps. NOT smut. WONT be harem and Harry wont be the allmighty king of magic and p*ssy he always seems to turn into when these types of stories occur. More how i figured a 14 year old boy would profit from international fame, coming into his own in a different way. If you like it i will follow up regularly and probably keep going all the way to book 7 if interest still exist / pika
He picked up the dusty kettle and peered inside it. "We'll need water. …"
"There's a tap marked on this map the Muggle gave us," said Ron, who had followed Harry inside the tent and seemed completely unimpressed by its extraordinary inner proportions. "It's on the other side of the field."
"Well, why don't you, Harry, and Hermione go and get us some water then" Mr. Weasley handed over the kettle and a couple of saucepans "and the rest of us will get some wood for a fire?"
Ron tried protesting but was shot down by Mr. Weasley before he could utter a single word.
After a quick tour of the girls tent, which was slightly smaller than the boys, Harry, Ron, and Hermione set off across the campsite with the kettle and saucepans.
Now, with the sun newly risen and the mist lifting, they could see the city of tents that stretched in every direction. They made their way slowly through the rows, staring eagerly around. It was only just dawning on Harry how many witches and wizards there must be in the world, he had never really thought much about those in other countries.
Here and there adult wizards and witches were emerging from their tents and starting to cook breakfast. Some, with furtive looks around them, conjured fires with their wands; others had already commenced drinking, completely abandoning any effort towards eating lunch. A group of young and very pretty American witches sitting beneath a spangled banner stretched between their tents that read: THE SALEM WITCHES' INSTITUTE noticed them as they walked by; "Hey there, whats your hurry?" one of them called out happily. "Oh hi, were are just—"
"Why don't you join us?" A beautiful blonde witch said, clearly addressing Harry and disregarding Ron completely
"Come on Ron, we got things to do,—" Hermione said with a smirk "Harry we'll get you on our way back" and tugged at Ron's arm as she walked of. Harry proceeded to introduce himself as "Harry Longbottom" Reusing his alias from the Knight Bus the previous year, preferring them not knowing he was The boy-who-lived at the moment.
The witches gestured for harry to sit between them and offered him something to drink. Harry unsure exactly what was in the can he was just offered concluded that noon was not a good time to start drinking. They introduced themselves, and Harry found himself immensely intrigued by a pretty blonde witch whom introduced herself as Sarah. They settled into a lively conversation about a particularly interesting wizard they had seen earlier, and Harry found he very much enjoyed their company.
"So, Harry, Ireland or Bulgaria?" The pretty blonde witch Sarah inquired.
Harry was trying his best not to blush at the very daring outfit she was wearing as she addressed him, a very low-cut T shirt tied up in a knot, showcasing a tanned stomach along with a tiny skirt accompanied by two very shapely legs. With a small smirk forming she took notice, and continued, "See, i myself is somewhat partial to the Bulgarians, seeing as their seeker is as close to a god as they come"
"You should meet my friend Ron" Harry chuckled.
"Nah, you'll do just fine" She said cheekily with a wink. Harry almost choked on his drink at that.
The conversation immediately turned to a more flirtatious tone, Harry thankful she did most of the talking, as he was pretty sure he was in completely uncharted territory at the moment.
"What is that stuff anyway?" Harry asked Sarah, gesturing to the can she was holding. "Well, its crazy popular were we come from among the muggles, its like holywater to frat boys" She answered happily and edged closer to Harry.
"Fratb—" Harry was about to ask questioningly as she exclaimed "I dare you to kiss me!" with a mischievous smile.
"Are you sure?" She giggled and leaned towards harry letting her lips meet his. Harry found himself enjoying his first kiss very much. He tried his best not letting his inexperience shine trough too well, mimicking her at his best ability.
"Harry! Come on, we're already late" He heard a familiar voice call out. He swung his head around to find Hermione standing
approaching him with an amused look on her face, Ron walking next to her with more of a jealous look to his face.
"I've got to—" Harry started, "It's fine" the blonde witch said as she pulled the sleeve up on his arm and made a name and an address appear in black ink using her wand.
SARAH SILVERMAN
146 Maverick St. East Boston, USA
She gave him a quick peck on the lips "You better write me Harry Potter!" So much for using a fake name.
Harry said goodbye to the witches he just recently met and made his way back with Hermione and Ron to their own tent.
"Bloody hell Harry," Ron said as he shoved the very heavy kettle onto a Harry who almost toppled over by the sudden weight, water splashing up in his face.
"How'd you pull that one off?" he demanded. Hermione gave harry a look of amusement and Ron continued, "We simply don't have witches in England of that caliber, do we?" Harry more comfortable in silence let him go on all the way back to their tent about how Harry should share some of his 'moves', "Bill would never say anything but the 'be confident' bollocks"
"Think he might be onto something, mate" Harry answered as they went into the tent.
"You've been ages," George said.
"Harry got a bit distracted," said Ron with a devious smile, setting the water down. "You not got that fire started yet?"
"Dad's having fun with the matches," said Fred with a shrug. Hermione went to help Mr Weasleys out with the fire.
"What's this distraction you talk of?" Fred asked, "Harry?" George added, both of them turning their heads slowly towards a Harry clearly at a loss for words.
"Lets just say he made some new friends" Hermione answered for Harry as she was showing Arthur how to properly light a match.
"Really? And are these friends ... " said Fred as George finished "-of the vaginal persuasion, so to speak?"
"Just check his arm!" Ron exclaimed overly excited. Harry tried to protest as the twins tugged at his sleeves. "No, the other one-" Hermione said, laughing at Harrys discomfort. "Oi, nice mate!" George said as they read the text magically written on his arm.
"American bird?" Fred looked up with an impressed look, "Sounds american" George answered in the same tone.
"Boston is located in Massachusetts United States, yes" Percy's voice called out. They all turned around.
Along with Percy, Bill and Charlie also waked up. "Just Apparated, Dad," Percy called. "Ah, excellent, lunch!"
Harry's 'latest conquest' apparently being the topic of their lunch, with Harry's loud complaints about them discussing him as if he weren't there ignored completely. Immensely grateful when Mr. Weasley changed the subject by suddenly jumping to his feet, waving and grinning at a man who was striding toward them. "Aha!" he said. "The man of the moment! Ludo!"
Notes: Looking for some people to bounce ideas of and have proof read. Have a LOT of ideas where this will be headed, so PM if youre interested