Hello again. First of all, I would like to express my gratitude to all of you who have taken the time to favorite, follow, read and/or review up till now on my 1st chapter. I seriously wasn't expecting so many people to read it. Thanks a lot, guys. As a guest reviewer pointed out, Dell Inc. didn't start until 1984, while Harry's parents were killed in '81. I can only say that its fanfiction, so I was hoping to pull this off. That's why I didn't do any research about any of the companies etc. Additionally, I'm a Pakistani, and have never travelled abroad. That's why my information might not always be as good as a native of those places. Feel free to point those mistakes out. Thank you. And DonnieDonncha, as for the point you raised; you happen to be correct. However, I must point out that Harry is still the same blindly trusting and naïve teen as depicted in the cannon version- at least till this chapter. He doesn't have any reason to not trust anyone yet. Additionally, he said he may do it; not that he will. It will get clear in the next few chapters. Anyway, thanks for taking the time to point it out.Chapter 2The World Cup.

Harry's alarm clock rang at 4AM. He immediately got up, relieved himself, washed his face and brushed his teeth before starting his daily Quidditch workout routine of pushups, sit ups and crunches. After cooling down, he took a bath and changed into a black Armani shirt and blue denim jeans. Glancing at himself in the mirror, he concluded that the black shirt brought out his eyes quite nicely. The shirts he bought were all form fitting, which showed off his lightly toned muscles. His hair had also grown almost to his shoulders. It wasn't as long as Bill's or Charlie's, but it definitely was an improvement- if Ginny's frequent glances towards him were any indication. Harry smirked, anticipating her reaction to his new clothing. Clearly amused at his narcissc thoughts, he tried to wake Ron up. Much to his astonishment, the legendary heavy sleeper sprang out of his bed at the first sound of "world cup". Leaving his best friend to get ready, Harry picked up his satchel and went downstairs. The twins and Ginny were sitting in the lounge; the latter's eyes boggling at the sight of him. Smirking, Harry wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Ginny blushed furiously, barely managing a smile before running out of the room; making the boys chuckle. Turning to the twins, Harry plopped down in a chair next to them.

"Good morning, gentlemen." Harry said in an impressive drawl that would put even Malfoy to shame. "Could I have a moment of your precious prankster time please?"

"Why Mr. Harrykins, what would the ickle Boy Who Lived and Gryffindor's Golden Boy ever want from us lowly pranksters?" The twins said in perfect sync.

"Just wanted to discuss some business matters with you; relating to our mutual inheritance." Harry said. "Pranking."

"Pranking? Are you-"

"-actually stepping into the-"

"-honorable profession of pranking?"

"Do we have to-"

"-up our game?" The twins said alternating between each other.

Harry shook his head to clear the dizzying feeling." I come in peace, O brothers-in-pranking. I, however, have a business proposal for you that would bring you to stand at par with the Marauders."

The twins shared a look, then Fred grabbed a quill and George fetched a piece of parchment."What do you propose, our fine honorary Weasley?"

"The reason you lag behind the Marauders is two-fold. One: you don't have access to professional advice. Two: you don't possess the requisite funds for the more exquisite pranks." Harry said in a professional manner. "I propose that I provide you with the funds; and access to the pranking expertise of Messers Padfoot and Moony- for the right price of course."

The twins went slack-jawed."You know the Marauders? How?"

"It would suffice to say that Prongs was my father, Padfoot is my godfather, Moony is my honorary uncle and Wormtail is a rat." Harry replied.

The twins asked. "And how much funding can you provide us?"

"Starting with 5000 galleons on a two year contract, that is renewable after every two years. If this experiment bears fruit, I might step up the investment to 10000 galleons. We could also think of a place to open a joke shop once you graduate."

"Won't that much money bankrupt you?" George asked.

"The initial funding is only a fraction of my income, my friends." Harry said. "My family owns many businesses- either wholly or partly; but we do not yet exist in the profession of pranking. A mistake I intend to rectify."

The twins looked contemplative. "What do you want in exchange?"

"A 50-50 partnership. You two would get a half of the profit, while the rest will be shared between me, Padfoot and Moony. And their help will be covered under this 50% too, so you don't have to worry about paying them for it." Harry replied. "Take your time, gentlemen. Meanwhile, I will tend to other matters."

Saying this, he got up and went towards the kitchen. However, Hermione entered the Burrow at that very moment. Seeing Harry, she dropped her luggage and engulfed her best friend in a tight hug.

"Harry! It's so nice to see you again. How are you? I really hope the Dursleys didn't bother you too much this summer."

Harry returned the hug before winking. "Never knew you missed me so much, 'Mione. It's been a while since I've seen you out of school robes. You're looking quite good." He said. "And no, the Dursley's weren't much of a bother this time."

Hermione blushed, before narrowing her eyes. "Who are you and what have you done with Harry Potter? And by the way, I like your new hairstyle."

Harry laughed and pried Hermione off. "I was going to make breakfast. Care to join me?"

"Harry! Mum will be getting up any moment now to make breakfast. You don't have to do this." The twins said indignantly.

"Relax guys; I'm doing this of my own volition. Your mum is a great cook; no offence, but I want to do this." Harry said before venturing into the kitchen. A few moments later, Hermione also joined him, and kept alternating between helping him and playing with his hair. Harry was quite amused, but didn't stop her.

The aroma of food quickly roused everyone. Molly came barging into the kitchen, looking aghast. "What are you doing Harry? Hermione?" She asked. "I was just coming down to prepare breakfast. Do you not like my cooking, or is something else the matter?"

Harry smiled. "No need to fret, . You are the best cook I know. You people are like my family, and I wanted to do something special for you guys. Anyway, breakfast's ready. If you feel like it, you can help me and my deputy chef in setting up the table."

Hermione playfully swatted his arm before picking up a tray of food and transferring its contents onto the table, where all the Weasleys were sitting. " , could you scan Harry's hair for compulsion charms?" She asked.

looked at her in confusion, mimicking the expressions of everyone else at the table. "Why?"

"Well, it's just that every time I look at his hair, "Hermione said before grabbing a lock of Harry's hair and twirling it between her fingers."I feel a sudden urge to play with it."

George smirked. "Well Harry, it appears that we boys aren't the only ones who consider your new hairstyle an improvement.

After breakfast, Harry, Hermione, the twins, Ron and Ginny accompanied to a nearby hill. explained that they would be travelling to the World Cup Stadium via portkey; while Bill, Charlie and Percy would apparate to the woods near the stadium later. Molly, never having been an avid fan of Quidditch, had opted to stay at home. On the top of the hill, they came face to face with the Hufflepuff seeker Cedric Diggory, the only player to have ever defeated Harry in a Quidditch match- courtesy of the dementors of course. The twins and Ron glared at him, while Hermione and Ginny blushed at the sight of the handsome teenager, and shifted closer to Harry. Cedric, on the other hand, greeted Harry good-naturedly and introduced him to his father; a Ministry worker named Amos. Then they all gathered around the old shoe that was to serve as their mode of transportation. At the designated time, the portkey glowed. They all hastily touched the portkey as it started to spin. Harry felt a tug behind his navel; and the next moment he found himself sprawled across the ground in an unfamiliar place.

"Great! This is just like floo." Harry thought bitterly, helping himself off the ground. "At least I'm not covered in soot this time."

They all marched up to the gate of the stadium, where a muggle stood guard. After confirming their reservations and paying the dues, they went into their designated slot in the campsite. pitched up a space-expanded tent, which contained five bedrooms, and a living cum dining room equipped with a kitchenette. After putting their bags on their newly claimed beds, the boys and girls divided jobs among themselves. Harry and Ron were tasked with bringing water from a tap they found on their site map. Passing through the campsite, the duo met quite a few of their friends and classmates. Harry also received quite a bit of female attention. Many girls passed him smiles, along with the occasional seductive wave. Though he could see Ron getting jealous, Harry was enjoying the attention because it was due to his own qualities and not because he was the Boy-Who-Lived. Dropping off the water-buckets at the tent, Harry immediately set out to explore the place. Finding the vendor stalls, he bought some Quidditch jerseys, Firebolt –shaped hairpins, and omniculars. Suddenly, he noticed a blonde and blue-eyed girl about eight years old standing there, looking around with wide eyes.

"Hello, little princess." Harry said. "Are you lost?"

The girl shook her head. Harry gave her a smile, and then asked. "Which team are you supporting?"

The girl blushed before mumbling 'Ireland.'

Harry immediately bought a Fire-bolt shaped hairpin in Irish colors from the stall. Then he crouched beside her and, putting the hairpin in her hair, said. "A cute little hairpin for a cute little princess."

The girl giggled at his antics.

"Gabrielle, come on. We have to go. Maman and Papa are waiting for us." A musical voice called out in French. Immediately, all the nearby men went slack-jawed. Confused, Harry looked in the direction of the voice to see an older version of the little girl coming towards them. She appeared to be 16 or 17, and was the epitome of grace, beauty and elegance. Looking at her, Harry felt a spontaneous urge to touch her soft, cherry red lips. Appalled at the sudden thoughts, Harry shook his head before straightening up. The little girl, whose name apparently was Gabrielle, looked excited.

"Look Fleur! This handsome boy gave me a hairpin." She said in fluent French. Harry blushed at the compliment , having learnt elementary French in primary school before going to Hogwarts- where he had further refined his linguistics in his free time with Hermione's help.

"Did you give my seester 'zis 'airpin, Monsieur? The girl named Fleur asked him in heavy accented English.

"I can speak French, Mademoiselle." Harry began in French. "And yes, I gave the hairpin as a gift to this cute little princess. I don't have any siblings, and thus have a thing for little children. Their innocence makes me believe that there is still hope for the world."

Fleur's eyes widened, before confusion took hold of her flawless features. She looked at the drooling men around her, and then at the still unaffected boy standing in front of her. "Could you please tell me how you are resisting it, Monsieur?" She asked.

"Just Harry, please." He said. "And I don't know what you are talking about."

Fleur motioned to the men around them. "All of them are like this, Harry, except you." Then she added. "Call me Fleur, please."

Harry looked at the men with obvious disgust. "I have no idea why they are acting like this. You are a very beautiful girl, Fleur, no offence; but that doesn't give anyone a reason to stare. It's rude to do so."

"So Harry, where will you be sitting during the match?" Fleur asked.

"In the top box." Harry replied."The father of one of my best friends heads a department in our Ministry, and he was able to get us tickets."

"That's great!" Fleur responded enthusiastically. "We will be there too. I would really like to meet you again, Harry."

There you go. Now I'm on a tight schedule due to my studies, so I might be unable to post as frequently as I had originally intended. Sorry for that. AlwaysUnderEstimated.