Really short but the chapters will get longer, I just had to put this out there before continuing. There are a lot of inheritance stories out there and I hope this one is different. I need to know how many people are actually interested before committing. I do not own Harry Potter or the world that he lives in.

The first thing that Harry did the morning of his sixteenth birthday was rush to the bathroom and check the mirror. At the end of last year, between the ministry incident and His death, all of the students had done a study on how to prepare for their sixteenth birthdays. Even though the seventeenth year is the one where a witch or wizard is considered an adult, they come into their inheritance on the sixteenth. For most wizards it consists of a power boost.

There are, of course, the occasional creature inheritances; but creatures are overall more lenient on hybrids than humans are, so most hybrids are taught by their creature families. Harry had researched the Potter line and was almost positive that there would be no surprises (A/N yeah right, there wouldn't be a story that way), but knowing his luck there just might be. Back to the reason he checked the mirror. According to Ron, the process was supposed to hurt, a lot. Not cruciatus hurt, but enough to take notice of. True to tradition, Harry had stayed up till midnight to wish himself a happy birthday and prepare for his inheritance, when he fell asleep. He wasn't exactly sure what was supposed to happen, but he doubted that he could have missed it.

As he worried about whether or not he actually got an inheritance, he remembered that the Dursleys were gone for the day, so at least if there was something wrong with him he could probably fix it before they got back. Harry looked into the mirror and sighed in relief. He looked the same, no extra or missing limbs at least.

The phrase 'oops, I spoke too soon' came to his mind as he doubled over in pain. He fell to the cold tile floor and writhed for a few seconds. zit definitely wasn't as bad as the crutiatus, but it still hurt. It was a burning feeling in his stomach that spread to his toes, fingers and even his hair. But almost as soon as it started, it stopped.

Harry once again got up to look into the mirror. Once again he wasn't any different. Slightly disappointed, he got a bath ready deciding to relax in the time the Dursleys were gone. Deciding to treat himself, he even added some of Aunt Petunia's bath salts. This turned out to be a bad idea as after a few seconds his skin started to rearrange itself, like he had taken a polyjuice potion. Once it was finished, he stared at himself. He now had an emerald tail, his fingers even had webbing in between them. Harry groaned. This is just his luck to be a merman of all the possible magical creatures he could have been.

It was at that moment that he remembered something he hadn't even known he had forgotten. It was a dream that in his current state seemed to be right in front of him. A mermaid was swimming his field of vision. He recognized her, but he didn't. She had his eyes, his mother's eyes but she wasn't his mother. He hadn't gotten the mer gene from the Potter line; he got it from the Evans line.