I DO NOT OWN Harry Potter, all due credit goes to the amazing JK Rowling.
This story will begin following canon year 3. While it may use elements of year 4 as a template, it will be AU! Also, some characters will be my own while others not.

Beta'd by SlythrInHermione

CHAPTER 1

As Harry Potter shoved his trunk underneath the bed within his best mate's room, he couldn't help but sigh in relief. Once again, he was finally free of his summer prison known as the Dursley home. A drastic change from his current living conditions.

He had always thought of the Weasleys as a true family, often envying them. Although sometimes, he felt there was a tad too much of a family atmosphere where he was concerned.

Harry considered the Burrow as one of his favourite places, second only to Hogwarts but then again he had never been allowed to venture very far.

Nonetheless, Harry was looking forward to enjoying himself.

The only problem that remained, was the fact that he had been worrying about the wellbeing of his godfather, Sirius, and former professor, Remus Lupin, for the better part of three months.

Without any correspondence, he was beginning to get anxious, although Harry reasoned he probably shouldn't. Given the fact they were adults, they could likely look after themselves. Besides not knowing them overly well though, he still considered them family, as the last connection to his parents.

Brushing off these thoughts, he proceeded downstairs to find that everyone was in the kitchen. Almost running into Ginny who was just about to go call him, Harry walked over to the dinner table, taking his seat between Ron and Hermione.

According to the discussion, she had already arrived there days before him. He couldn't help but wonder why she always ended up deserting her family like this during summers.

True the Weasleys were great people, but to leave the company of your own parents so quickly? Who, he was quite sure, did not wish to spend limited time with their daughter, only to prepare her to depart for another family shortly after.

Sadly he shook his head, concluding they must have accepted the fact they were losing her to the magical world they didn't understand. Remaining silent, simply ensured her happiness.

While sitting between his closest friends, who as per usual were at each other's throats in an argument, he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as his eyes caught sight of the Daily Prophet lying on the table.

On the cover, members of the top Quidditch teams stared up at him as he reflected. Tomorrow, he would finally get to see them firsthand and witness the excitement of professional Quidditch.

The evening meal was uneventful, ignoring the fuss Mrs. Weasley made over his new hair style, which he had adopted as his black locks had grown a little past his shoulders. Although it was long, it hadn't completely lost the messy look that the girls admired. She had only relented when Bill caught her attention stating his own hair had looked that way for years.

Amongst the conversations, Hermione had confessed just how handsome the new haircut had made him. Out of the corner of his eye, only Harry seemed to notice the strange look Ron had given him.

Finally, bedtime came and Harry was certainly relieved. He couldn't stand the occasional glares he was receiving from his friend. All for the simple fact Hermione kept trying to play with his hair, much to his consternation and the twins' amusement.

Sighing in resignation, Harry removed one of Dudley's old t-shirts. Wearing only his boxers he climbed into bed. Hoping to fall asleep before Ron finished in the loo, he prayed it wasn't going to be awkward tomorrow at the match.

The following morning, the occupants of the Burrow bustled around attempting to prepare for the departure around mid day.

Outside the house, Harry waited patiently for the others.

After being instructed by Mr. Weasley to blend in, he had found the smallest of Dudley's cast-offs to wear. Once again, he found himself cursing the fact he had not taken the time to go shopping for replacements.

The fact that there were going to be Muggles at the camp entrance containing the Quidditch stadium utterly confused him though. Surely there were easier places to hold such a major event.

As it was discussed; Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys except for Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Charlie and Percy were taking a Portkey. The remaining boys electing to stay behind as they were old enough to Apparate, while their mother remained at home.

The group, slowly made their way trekking across the neighbouring hills. Mr. Weasley, who after ignoring Harry's protest, was carrying the most items led the way. Although as they walked, Harry considered the distinct possibility that there were likely charms to make the packs lighter.

As they drew closer to the top of the largest hill, Harry noticed two other people waiting for them.

Approaching the peak, Harry realized that the younger was Cedric Diggory, Hufflepuff seeker and the only person to have beaten him in a Quidditch match. Courtesy of the Dementors, of course.

After finally reaching the top, Cedric reached out his hand to Harry greeting him with a smile.

"Long time no see Harry." The older boy said cheerfully while Harry noticed the twins and Ron glaring at the seventh year, as they had never fully gotten over Hufflepuff winning the match.

Harry contained his amusement as Hermione and Ginny were doing their best to avoid eye contact with Cedric, no doubt to hide their blushing faces.

"It's good to see you too Cedric. So you're going to the World Cup too? But aren't you old enough to Apparate instead?" At this, the other boy nodded and was about to say something when Mr. Weasley and Diggory gestured the kids to an old boot.

This boot was what Mr. Weasley had described as a Portkey, a transportation device Harry had not heard of before. He was quickly realizing just how little he really knew about the Wizarding world and that he needed to vastly improve his knowledge.

Once everyone was touching, they waited for Mr. Weasley to finish his countdown. Immediately upon reaching '1', Harry felt a pull on his navel.

Following the sensation, he felt like a spinning top until after a few seconds they landed on the ground in a heap.

Harry let out a groan as he felt a slight sting at his side. Looking around he noticed that everyone seemed to have fallen with the exception of Mr. Weasley and the Diggorys, who were looking on with amusement.

Fighting off his irritation at the lack of warning or instruction on this method of travel, the group finally got to their feet while the Diggorys bid them farewell.

Making their way past the Muggle camp attendants, Harry was amazed at the sheer number of tents occupying the surrounding fields.

Finally after a short walk, they came upon an empty space marked 'WEASLEY', where Mr. Weasley proceeded to set up their tent. Harry couldn't help but doubt this plan as he glanced at the seemingly normal tent. This doubt quickly turned into a frown as he saw everyone rush in, before he followed last.

As expected of magic though, nothing was as it seemed. Gazing around in wonder, the tent was nothing like the outside. It was easily the size of a small house complete with a kitchen, lounge, bedrooms and bathrooms.

Once everyone was settled in, they were issued tasks for the afternoon before dinner.

Following, Ginny and Hermione started to unpack everything while the twins had went off in search of some firewood. Harry and Ron left shortly after with the instruction to gather some water.

Venturing through the middle of the camp to where the spring was located, Harry couldn't help but notice just how many appreciative looks he was garnering from surrounding witches.

There were the usual giggles from young girls and shy but also seductive waves from females his age. However, what shocked Harry most were the hungry looks he was receiving from the older women as well.

As they walked he proceeded to congratulate himself on the choice as he reckoned that his long hair really was quite the cause for attraction now.

Despite the fact that Harry was enjoying himself however, his supposed best mate, Ron, was a cause of gloom as he kept shooting him jealous looks all the while ignoring attempts at conversation. Harry couldn't help but wonder if the boy always had these jealousy issues with him or that it was finally just becoming evident.

Continuing on their way in silence, the boys came across two particularly beautiful witches. Both appeared slightly older, as one had medium length silky black hair while the other, a brunette, had long flowing locks reaching just above her waist. To say that they were the most attractive girls Harry had ever seen was an understatement.

Passing the pair, Harry was pleasantly surprised to see that they were both in fact eyeing him. The brunette particularly, as she flashed him a seductive smile of her own, which took a considerate amount of effort not to melt under.

Immediately upon recovering, Harry noticed that Ron had ceased pointedly ignoring him in favour of adopting an accusatory expression. Honestly, the nerve of the git to blame him now and for what, not stopping the two girls. As if encouraging a double date was within reason.

Harry having decided he just couldn't win given the situation, wandered over in the direction of the vendors hoping for once that Ron wouldn't follow.

Finding nothing more than respite and some animated Quidditch figurines, Harry moved through the adjacent merchants content to waste time before having to set off in search of Ron.

Deep in thought reminiscing the various witches from the day's trip, he was unaware of the pair of eyes that tracked his movements in curiosity.

Harry perused the replica jerseys and large selection of broom cleaning kits when he found a collection of books on advanced broom racing techniques. Deciding to take a look he glanced around to make sure he wouldn't be in anyone's way when he caught sight of a simply enchanting girl. Upon their eyes meeting, Harry immediately ducked his head back to the book while she too looked away.

For the life of him, Harry couldn't make sense of the words on the paper in lieu of recent events and gave it up in favour of trying to steal another glimpse of the witch.

Harry's heart rate began to increase as he drank in her angelic appearance. However far too soon to register her actual features, he was snapped out of admiring when someone yelled, "Hey pretty thing, we thought we lost ya!"

Witnessing the girl's panicked expression for a fleeting moment, Harry followed her line of sight to a few young men approaching their way from between the kiosks.

Upon them drawing nearer, Harry was pleasantly surprised when the damsel swept next to him latching onto his arm before she spoke in a seductive tone. "'ello handsome. Please tell zese pigs zat you are moi boyfriend and to leave us alone. You can do that for lettle moi, oui?"

At first startled by her presence, Harry ignored the light-headed feeling that washed over him. Far more preoccupied now with the blokes heading their way, who had caught sight of him with their pursuit while they glared dangerously with untoward intent.

Analyzing them for weaknesses as a learnt tactic, Harry figured they would likely still be in school lacking knowledge but certainly still at least 6th or 7th years judging from the height disadvantage.

Harry knew this was a bad situation for him given the four to one odds and replied. "I'm not entirely sure that's the smartest idea on my part. These guys look pretty determined and less than impressed that you're talking to me."

Failing to register the gasp of the girl as shock, instead interpreting it as the audacity of being so heartless, Harry decided to play along anyways. He was just hoping that a scene wouldn't escalate since they were surrounded by various patrons.

"Hey baby, why'd you go running off? We hadn't got a chance to properly introduce ourselves." The largest and most likely unappealing individual spoke in an attempt to be charming while the group leered.

Harry couldn't help the snort that escaped, remembering Dudley and his gang trying a similar approach, completely oblivious to the female's discomfort at the attention.

The blob of a boy narrowed his eyes at Harry for the slight before continuing. "Common doll, you shouldn't have to settle for a little pretty boy like this runt. Although, Ha! Nah he's prob just one of them poofers ain't he."

The group guffawed at their leader's joke while Harry was beginning to grow irritated at the belligerent loud mouths.

Clearing his throat, Harry managed to draw the attention of the boys who had reverted back to creepily staring at the girl, now cowering behind him.

Deciding to try her suggestion Harry spoke, "Listen guys, despite complimenting my looks, you and your cronies are obviously upsetting my girlfriend. Just take a hint, she's not interested in your lot." Harry tried to inflect some power into this statement but he was fairly sure it failed at the sceptical looks he received in reply.

"Hah, as if you could bag a bird like that ya tosser. Do yourself a favour and shove off before you end up getting yourself hurt." Despite the obvious threat and menacing demeanour the group took, Harry simply pictured an arrangement of Crabbe and Goyle in their places.

Deciding to call their bluff to get this over with, Harry just shrugged while replying. "Right, because I doubt you're that stupid to try something in front of all these people." Gesturing around he continued, "In case you haven't noticed, there's quite the crowd forming. Hmm maybe I'm wrong though."

Harry certainly wasn't positive that they would leave but hoped that the large group of onlookers would put a halt to anything before it got out of hand.

The aspiring thugs seemed to have second thoughts as they glanced around them in irritation. Finally, leaving in a huff and obviously frustrated, the largest of the group gave Harry a passing shove as they made their way by.

Harry not expecting the parting gift stumbled backward into the young witch, grabbing hold of her to ensure neither fell down but was unable to keep his balance amongst the tangled limbs.

Falling on top of the individual, Harry tried his best to stop the groan that threatened to escape as he felt pain shoot through his right hand before something surprisingly soft landed on it.

Recovering from the tumble, Harry opened his eyes after a moment only to have all breath leave his body. All thoughts of his hand, Ron's mood swings, Dudley's doppelganger, and the flirty females disappeared as he gazed into two glowing jewels.

The eyes before him were such a beautiful blue that he would have presumed they were sparkling. Suddenly however, they narrowed at him in obvious irritation. He immediately tried to look away from them and almost wished he hadn't. What he saw was practically a goddess from a fairytale itself.

Her face was nothing like he had ever seen before. Even after combining the latest two girl's, the Patil twins' and Cho Chang's beauty, it would pale in comparison to what laid before him.

Analyzing her face, Harry noticed her lips were a vivid red and slightly open before he was overcome with the urge taste them. Even knowing it was wrong he had to fight with all his might to stop himself from leaning down.

Searching for something else, Harry desperately tried to find a distraction from her face when his eyes fell upon the witch's hair as the silver-blond tresses shimmered in the sunlight. Having never truly seen more radiant hair, he once again had to resist the urge to touch the girl.

Breaking away from her appearance yet again, Harry finally noticed that he was not only lying on top of her still but that his left hand was at her side trapping her from moving away. Remembering the pain from earlier, he glanced for his right worriedly realizing that it had made its way underneath her.

Immediately horrified, having just groped her arse, Harry quickly picked himself off of her, stuttering apologies while her eyes widened. Trying his best to fight off the embarrassment, despite failing miserably, Harry offered his hand to her with a nervous smile.

After eyeing him cautiously for a moment she accepted, hauling herself to her feet in a flourish.

"I'm.. I'm sorry about that...really sorry... I should have expected them to do something like that." He continued apologetically after having pulled his hand away from her.

She looked on, obviously surprised and flustered by his actions. Finally after pulling herself together, she spoke to him in a foreign accent.

"Non! Eet was my fault, I shouldn't 'ave used you like zat to keep them away." The seducing quality of her voice sending chills up his spine.

Judging by the way she had reacted, he assumed that she wasn't accustomed to this kind of treatment.

Waving off her apology he replied, "It's fine, no harm done. I'm just glad that I could help." Finishing with a smile and at a loss of what more to say, Harry began to step away when she suddenly grabbed his hand hauling him away to a secluded area. This action alone inspiring various looks ranging from envy, jealously and anger on both men and women alike.

When they were finally able to speak in peace, she looked into his eyes expectantly while releasing his hand.

"Zat was ze first time zat someone apologised for touching moi. I 'ave to ask you 'ow you manage it, also 'ow you manage to draw away? Were you just faking when I asked you to help me or are you truly unaffected?" Harry could see the hope in her eyes as she gazed at him, for which he was confused by.

Nevertheless he answered her question. "Ahh, I honestly don't know what you're talking about. Of course I would apologise it's the proper thing to do for touching you like that and despite trying to stay out of trouble I just can't. But I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean by affected by you?" Harry was perplexed to say the least and the look on her face didn't help.

The girl's features cycled through shock, amazement and joy at the revelation before she slowly held out her delicate hand to him, with a bright smile.

"Fleur Delacour, pleazure to meet you." She presented formally but with an excited voice.

Harry grasped her hand as he came to the decision of supplying her with a false name. After years of being judged solely on a title he wished never existed, Harry was determined to make sure she would still be interested in an average wizard.

"I'm Harold Parker, but you can call me Harry." He replied with a grin of his own, grateful of the bangs covering his scar and satisfied that she shook his hand without hesitation. Although he soon had to fight his body in order to draw it back. Avoiding any kind of awkwardness from the prolonged touch.

"Well 'Arry, it was very nice to meet and I 'ope zat I will see you again. Where about are you seating at ze match?" Fleur asked in a hopeful manner.

Harry could tell from the anticipation on her face that she genuinely wanted to sit with him. He had to stop himself from getting too flustered by that simple fact. But she, an utterly gorgeous witch, hoped to sit next to him. Despite not even knowing that he was indeed Harry Potter!

"Everyone I came with are finding some seats amongst the crowd I believe." Upon finishing, he felt his heart drop at the wounded and disappointed look that flashed across her visage.

"Oh, we are seating at ze top box. My fazzer was invited by ze Minister of Britain. Since we won't see each ozzer at ze match, can you wait for me at ze entrance when we are going out zen? I would really like to see you again 'Arry." So enamoured by her innocent demeanour while she peered at him behind long lashes, Harry had agreed immediately.

Instantly perking up at the news with a large smile on her face, she bid him goodbye before hurriedly leaving to locate her family.

As Harry watched her seemingly glide away, he reflected on just how remarkable it was that such a radiant soul could endure, amidst a polluted world.

AN:

Some readers may notice the similarity between the first three chapters along with those of His Angel by durararaaa. However these occurrences will not be the case for long, I felt the need to reference that great story and give it the credit due.

Well this is basically the same thing, but also different at the same time.

Read and Review, I would like to know what you think about the edited story.