LEGEND REWRITTEN by JKReviewer

Chapter two – The first of the best days!

To Harry this was heaven on earth. Everywhere you would look you could see something either Quidditch or just plain magical. And Harry had a thing for both of them.

Even before had exited the fireplace he had felt the magic around this place. It was like when muggles could feel the sun even though they had closed eyes, a warm feeling of sorts. Sometimes, when they had moved around, when he was younger he could have sworn he could see multicolored winds flowing around. It always made him happy in a way, to be close to magic.

Too bad he hadn't seen that much of it. Only when his uncles were around or when his mom and dad made defensive wards could he really feel it.

He closed his eyes taking in the feeling of complete happiness. This birthday present was even better than the one he had gotten from his uncles. He looked down at the glowing piece of parchment in his hand.

"Quidditch World Cup – Box tickets" he read aloud to himself. Just saying the words made his mouth twitch in anticipation. This would be so incredible – his first real game ever. Sure he played with dad all the time but this was different. This was the real thing - fourteen top professional players fighting for the biggest honor of them all.

He tore his eyes away from the parchment and looked around taking in his surroundings. Most people had come from too far away to floo, so they had brought tents. Some of the tents were small and cozy looking, others were huge and stylish. One family had even brought what seemed like a rubber house – which at the moment was in the process of inflating itself to normal size. Harry chuckled to himself. Each 'tent' was as different as the wizard who owned it.

After endless pleading his mother had allowed him some time to 'explore' and look around, and on his own even, although when he looked over his shoulders he would see or rather feel someone watching him. Odd.

He shrugged at the thought of having an invisible stalker and moved on in through the endless ranks of tents and the likes. Everywhere he would look he would see something crazy or magical. Either way it was so completely non-muggle that Harry couldn't help smiling at everything in his path.

Blue camp fires that cooked the meals perfectly, singing flowers which knew almost every national song in the book, banners waving like a tornado had come by – everything was just fantastic.

But besides all the obvious stuff there was a lot of things that Harry didn't know as well. True, he had been living in the magical world since he was born – knowing everything about history and their community and such. But he hadn't exactly been 'living' in the magical world.

Because of the fact that Harry 'made Voldemort disappear' he and his parents had had to stay hidden or at least secluded for his entire life.

Harry sighed. Once he had seen four muggle boys playing together in a grass field with some sort of white ball. It had looked real fun – but Harry knew he couldn't join them even if he wanted to.

He had never had any real friends – not unless you counted Moony and Padfoot but they were more than twenty years his senior. That was what he looked most forward to about Hogwarts – meeting other people his age. Maybe he would even get friends.

He sighed again. It was time to get back, or his parents would worry – and if his mother started to worry it would take her hours to calm down again.

*

"There you are… We were beginning to worry!" Remus said with a grin as Harry returned to their meeting point.

"Or to put it correctly: Your mother was worried!" Sirius continued, rolling his eyes – earning him a smack on the heard from his mother. Sirius but on his best puppy face making whimpering dog sounds as he faked crying.

Everyone except Lily started laughing; she just tried to keep a stern face but failed miserably after a few moments.

"Come on you cry baby… We have to go now – the game is in fifteen minutes!" his dad said, grabbing the arm of his wife practically dragging her with him.

"James… Slow down – no need to rush!" she tried but it wasn't working. Sirius had joined in the towing and Harry fell in step with Remus laughing occasionally at the crazy scene.

* * *

"Think it will be a good match?" Remus heard Lily ask James, now things had finally gotten back to normal. Or as normal as things could get with Sirius and James together. Remus smiled as he looked down at the black haired boy besides him. "James' and Lily's son"

That sentence would have made other people break down hysterical laughing cramps fifteen years ago. But not Remus. Somehow he had always known they would end up together, even though his suspicion was only confirmed in their seventh year.

He thought back to the night when Lily had finally realized that James was serious about 'liking' her as he had claimed at the time.

But because of Sirius' crazy plan and a quick borrowing of the invisibility cloak, three people had in one night realized that it ran much deeper than that. Love.

He chuckled inwardly. What a pair they made, both before they got together and after. Sometimes, he remembered, he would even stop reading to watch their 'battles' rage. And it took a lot to keep him from reading.

He remembered how Sirius used to take bets on who would hex the other more before the end of the argument – Lily usually won. She knew charms that the Marauders couldn't even imagine back then. James however did win his share but mostly because he transfigured her clothes into a ballerina costume or something similar.

Lily would chase him around the common room for hours if that was what it took. Never had he seen people that annoyed with each other – and look at them now.

Remus looked up only to see Lily and James kissing again. Remus laughed softly. Life was indeed strange.

"I hope Jake Wilson is playing…" Harry suddenly said besides him. Remus turned and looked at the now eleven year old boy – and deep frown on his face.

"The last I heard he was still at St. Mungo's after that crash last week, but you never know…" Remus replied. He wasn't a huge Quidditch fan like Sirius or James but he knew the game just as well. Having heard two out of his three dorm mates talk about nothing else for four years got him hooked.

He had even been the commentator of the games in their two last years, and so he had had to learn all the names of every technique in the book so he could do it properly. Remus never did anything half if he had a choice in the matter. He sighed.

"I suppose…" Harry said slowly. He looked kind of put down that his favorite player for the English team wasn't playing.

"But I think Nathan Smethers is playing instead – and if anyone knows the 'Starfish constellation' move it's him!" Remus tried hoping he could cheer up his 'nephew'! It looked like it worked as a smile spread across Harry's face.

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Ten minutes later as they reached the entrance to the stadium, he and uncle Moony were still discussing Chaser techniques. Harry probably knew them all by heart, but it was still great to talk about them – especially with Moony. He, like Harry, knew all the correct names of each technique and so therefore Harry didn't need to make hand motions to explain them like he did with Padfoot.

His dad knew all the moves too, and he had even invented some of them when he was at Hogwarts. Harry smiled unconsciously at the many happy memories he had of him and his dad playing matches in the garden.

His dad would usually play easy on him, but ever since they moved back to Godric's Hollow Harry's game had improved a lot and he was now winning almost half the matches. Someday, he had sworn a long time ago, he would follow in his father's footsteps and win the Quidditch cup for Griffindor.

"BOX TICKETS OVER 'ERE…" a booming, most likely magically enhanced, voice yelled – breaking Harry from his memories. He fell in line behind Sirius who turned and smiled at him. Harry smiled back, and noticed that like him; Sirius was also on his toes, jumping excitedly from foot to foot.

The line seemed like it didn't move at all, and Harry was getting nervous they would miss the game. The buzz from the stadium grew louder and louder with each new spectator entering.

Finally they made it to the entrance, his dad handed in the tickets and a guard escorted them to a special staircase that would lead them to the top box.

The excitement made Harry tremble a bit. His first real match. It was all he could think about even though he was soon gasping for air after having climbed all those stairs. Finally they made it to the top.

Slowly Harry walked to the exit that leads directly out into the stands of the gigantic stadium. He could hear the sound of the buzzing crowd intensifying with every step – his mind as clear and thoughtless as a summer day when he took the last step out.

The feeling that overcame him was indescribable. The sound of the roaring mass of people, the sparkling lights over the field, the banners and the songs – everything was just plain magical.

Harry closed his eyes and breathed in deep. A tingle of excitement overcame him and a huge smile formed on his lips as he just stared around dumbfounded.

"Wauw…" he whispered.

And he wasn't the only one to be overcome by the excitement of the crowd. Besides him stood his father with a smile the exact equal of Harry's.

Only when his mother finally started dragging them towards their seats did they snap out of it. The smile didn't leave when they sat down – and he somehow suspected it wouldn't at all.

On his left his father sat, busy discussing who would be in the starting lineup with Sirius.

"Excited sweety..?" his mother asked, beaming at her son. Harry simply nodded and continued smiling, as his mother ruffled up his hair. It was a special thing she did and Harry had always liked it – it just made him comfortable and safe no matter what.

A loud cheer meant the final arrival of the players of both teams and the referee: William McAngus of Scotland. Harry gasped as he saw the size of that man; he was at least eight feet tall and the same in width, sporting a big red beard and a kilt just.

Harry could see him mumbling something as he pointed a wand to his throat. Suddenly his booming voice could be heard all over the stadium.

"Welcome ta tis final match between England an' Austria!" the voice of the judge yelled, thick with Scottish accent. Suddenly two great gates, one in each end of the stadium opened and the two teams flew out.

The English players were dressed in red and white, a golden dragon across their chest. They resembled his dad's old Gryffindor outfit a great deal. The Austrian players' outfit however was an entirely different thing.

Harry had once seen a polar bear in a book, and if he had to say what these uniforms looked like it would be that. Great white fur coats and strange hats with attached goggles made these players the talk of the stadium as each team flew their honor round.

Nobody was laughing at them though, as some opposing teams had done in the past. This had just made the "Winter Team" win even bigger and so nothing but a few giggles and suppressed laughs could be heard.

After they honor round (where Harry caught sight of his favorite player; Chaser for England Jake Wilson who had apparently recovered so that he could play) all the players took their position waiting for the whistle to be blown.

"A'ight Lads and Ladies. I wan' a fair an' clean match – or you' deal' wit' ma! Moun' ye brooms!" the voice of the judge sounded again. He blew his whistle and they were of. The voice of the commentator kicked in not a second after.

"Austrian Chaser Münzer intercepts the Quaffle – leads it up the middle – great pass to Dieters, who really has played a great season so far if I may say so. Dieters attacks at the left flank and – OH what a great Dolphin interception by Waters of England. Great job…. England now in possession!"

The commentator was speaking so fast it didn't really seem humanly possible. He shook his head a returned his gaze to the game. The English chasers were doing a V-strike, a very old trick but still very useful.

"Waters still in possession makes a pass to Wilson. Wilson dives, missing the bludger from Rolf 'The Panzer' Hermann the legendary beater. Nice move Wilson."

Harry jumped up in excitement. That dive really was spectacular. It seemed as if Jake Wilson had known the bludger coming even without looking. Harry smiled – maybe it was a Quidditch skill. "Wilson passes it to Daniels, another bludger coming his way. Ohh too late with that reflex mate and the Quaffle is back in Austria in possession. Münzer plays a one-two with Flintenschatz – nice teamwork there. Pass going back – but no, what's this. Andre 'Bulls-eye' Johnson intercepts the Quaffle with a bludger? This is unheard of people, what we see here is excellent coordination and eye sight - what a great match this is."

Harry could help but agree. He had never seen a real Quiddicth match before but this was even better than he had imagined. Jake Wilson picked up the Quaffle and accelerated towards the other end.

"Wilson still going strong, making a pass to Waters – BUT NO! He feints, and shoots forward towards the hoops like a rocket. He is all alone with Austrian Keeper Zepler now. It's a battle of skill ladies and gentlemen." The commentator roared. Each and every person in the entire stadium even Harry was on their toes.

Wilson rocketed forward, trying to flinch the keeper but it wasn't working. "Use the Dragontail shot" Harry whispered to himself more than anyone else.

"Wilson looking for holes in the guarding but this Keeper is made of ice."

A great 'Ahhhww' could be heard as Jake Wilson had finally decided his course of attack. The Austrian chasers were dangerously close as Wilson turned his broom completely sideways effectively braking of his speed. He threw the Quaffle high in the air and used the remaining speed swing around his broom only holding on with his hands.

The Quaffle came hurling down towards him again as he made his third swing. With expert timing he came swinging around for the fourth time as the Quaffle fell by him and he kicked it with such a power that the Keeper didn't even see it, even though it flew right past him.

"TEN NOTHING ENGLAND!" The commentator screamed. Roars of happiness could be heard from the large part pf the fans that were from England or who just supported them. Harry just sat back with a somewhat proud smile.

"I don't believe it…" the commentator continued. "Jake Wilson, star Chaser of England, opens the World Cup finals with his trademark Dragon Tail Shot – fantastic!

 The match rages on for over an hour after that first goal, the Austrians quick to retaliate which in turn made the English players up their game even more. Harry's legs were going numb from jumping up and down in excitement – but he couldn't help it.

His palms were sore to, as he had joined just about every team song the hardcore fans (who sat just below the box) could come up with, and he didn't have much voice left at the moment either.

The score was 110-100 in England's favor and Jake Wilson had scored sixty of the points. The game was still as hard fought and perfectly played as it was in the beginning but some of the players were beginning to look a bit beat up.

Wilson sent another one through the hoops as a flicker of gold caught Harry's attention. The Snitch. He turned to see if any of the Seekers had seen it but it didn't seem like it. Harry had always wanted what made a good Seeker if not the ability to spot the Snitch fast and then get it – but just doing that had always occurred to him as extremely boring. Who would want to be a Seeker when they could be a Chaser?

Harry was thrown from his thoughts as the two Seekers spotted the Snitch simultaneously. Both went in to a steep almost vertical dive towards it, as the Snitch realized they had seen it. (or at least that was how it seemed to Harry, but of course I snitch couldn't think. Silly Harry!) It started barrel rolling towards the Austrian end with the two Seekers right on its tail flying so close that they seemed to be leaning up against each other.

"Jefferson and Insbrück is really battling it out folks! Very intense I must say – OH but what is this. Insbrück seems to have pushed his opponent out of the way and is leaning in for final catch. This will win the Cup for Austr… – WHAT?! I don't believe it."

And neither could Harry. Bill Jefferson had realized his chances for getting the snitch before his Austrian opponent were slim so in an act of sheer lunacy he had tipped his broom back, then forth making it throw him of it.

"HE GOT IT! JEFFERSON CAUGHT THE SNITCH. I DON'T BELIEVE IT. ENGLAND WINS!" the commentator shouted. The stands went wild. Harry had never imagined anything like this to happen. That Seeker was mad – brilliant, but mad.

He turned around to he drawn into a fierce group hug with his mother and father. Their team had won. This was the best day EVER!

* * *

Hours later the ecstasy that Harry had felt after match still hadn't worn of. In his head he was replaying the match for the seventh time at least. All the techniques, all the feints and all the goals. It sure had been a great game…

Harry was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't even see where he was walking. As a result he didn't even see who he bumped into when he was making his way over to the water stands.

"Ups… sorry!" he said stupidly as he looked down at his 'victim'. Harry felt his tongue get stuck in his throat as he realized it was a girl he had knocked over. Quickly he stretched out his helping the girl to her feet.

"Thanks!" she mumbled, dusting herself of. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly. Harry didn't know why – perhaps it was because it was the first time he had ever talked to a girl, but he just couldn't say anything. He just smiled awkwardly and stuttered.

The black haired girl giggled softly. She was about his age he saw, and pretty too.

"Were you at the Quidditch game?" Harry finally got out. He had to say something. Her eyes lighted up at the mention of Quidditch. She nodded slowly.

"Yeah… It was a fantastic game. Especially Jefferson's catch…" she began. The awkwardness, Harry senses, was slowly disappearing. "I mean how often do you see a guy throw himself of the broom ten feet above the ground?"

Harry smiled. "Yeah that was a great catch, but I thought Wilson's dragon tail was just as good!"

She moved a little, looking him over from top to bottom as if studying him. Harry felt a sense of displeasure fall over him. He hated it when people did that. Seconds later they would all gasp and yell; 'You're Harry Potter right?"

But nothing of the sort came. The girl just smile slyly. "Well I guess that depends! I have thought of becoming a Seeker for my house team so naturally I would find that more interesting!"

She smiled sweetly making Harry's cheeks go a little red. "What is happening with me?" he wondered to himself. He decided to change the conversation before it (or himself, he thought) got to… strange.

"So what school do you go to…?" he tried. To his surprise she smiled back in a mischievous or perhaps sly way that only his dad and Sirius could do.

"Tsk tsk… It didn't remember signing up for an interview! And especially not if I don't know my interviewers name?" She laughed softly, causing Harry to join in.

"I'm Ha…"

"ACCIO HARRY"

* * *

"ACCIO HARRY " James yelled, a sure enough his black-haired lifted of the ground and flew towards him.

A hand suddenly hit him on the backside of his head, and he only just manage to catch his son and put him down before another one hit him.

"James Potter you lazy bum!" his wife screamed into his ear. Oh oh Big trouble. He turned around, trying his best puppy face. It wasn't working – Lily's famous temper was already on the rise.

"You lazy bum, when I tell you to get our son I didn't mean by a summoning charm and…" but her ending was muffled as James took the only safe way out and swiftly leaned in and kissed her deeply.

She tried to push him away after, but gave up after a few seconds. Instead she giggled softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Get a room!" Sirius cried as as he shielded Harry's eyes in mock concern. "There are kids present!"

* * *

After having finished yet another snogging session his mother and father plus his uncles were finally back at the floo station. Harry had several times tried to spot the girl from before, but after his father had suddenly summoned him she had disappeared. He sighed silently as he walked into the green flames before him.

And even as he turned and spinned he couldn't help but smile. Today had been the best day ever.

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Sorry for the delay everyone but school has been killing me. I hope you like this chapter, but I do realize that these first chapters are gonna be a bit boring. The first chapters of the original HP: SS wasn't to exiting either but that is because they were spent building up Harry's character – just like I am here!

Please review and tell me what you think of this chapter! Thanks

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