"My dear, since the day you were born, you were destined to stand by the side of a boy, a boy that will save the magical world" Dumbledore rubbed the blushing cheek of the tiny baby he was carrying. The child gurgled adorably between giggles, the chubby hands clutched at the chain of a necklace that hanged around the small soft neck. This jewelry consisted of a golden thin chain with a blue colored stone wrapped around golden wire. If you stared deeply at the stone, one could swear they had seen the ocean through it.
But the wizard continued walking to his selected destiny.
At 4:57 am, Dumbledore stood in front of the building were Tom Riddle's most painful memories took place.
The orphanage.
The wizard took out his wand, he whispered comforting words as he held the stick softly against the baby's throat "You were given to me by your father, for he knew your life wasn't there with him, and he was aware of the considerably important impact you will have on little Harry's life when you stand by him"
"Your presence may be the guaranty of our victory"
"Silentium" A silver tread emerged from the tip of Dumbledore's wand and wrapped itself around the child.
"But even if you help us in this war, sentient creatures like you are classified as one of the most dangerous"
"Your beauty beseeches attention, and if a song dances from those rosy lips, the end of that melody will bring only death"
"So in order to avoid the destruction of the Magical World, we need to lock your alluring voice and conceal your true godly blood"
Dumbledore conjured a letter he had prepared, and after gently placing the baby in front of the door, he left the letter next to her.
/Knock/Knock/Knock/
And just like that, he was gone.
Dear Harry
My summer has been a blessing after all we went through at school, I had hoped yours was going well but with all the stories you've told us about the Dursley's, well you can talk to me whenever you want to about anything and any problems.
You also mentioned you were having weird dreams about the sea? And this half fish half girl you say?
Harry, I think you're dreaming about mermaids. When did you start having those dreams? This is quite interesting.
Well, I guess we'll have to talk about this once we start school again, which is only a week away.
By the way, thank you for making Hedwig stay at my house until I replied to your letter, mom and dad promised me to buy me an owl before going to Hogwarts. I'm so excited! I'm finally going to be able to send letters without any problems!
So that's it for now, mail me if there's any problems ok?
Bye Harry, take care.
Your dear friend Hermione
"SEREIA! How many times do I have to tell you to STAY AWA FROM THE LAKE!" Brown hair styled up in a tight bun with not a single hair hanging free. Black rimmed square glasses. Lips pressed in a thin line. Dark unfashionable clothing. Black low hilled ankle boots. Flames of hatred danced in her eyes as they stared at the twelve year old girl "You insolent piece of trash. Get inside before I lock you in the attic for a week with no food, and specially NO WATER!"
Sereia ran to the woman she personally called 'Devil' before the threat came true.
"Get inside you bastard child!" The young girl received a stone hard slap on her cheek before she ran to the building and straight to her small room.
Sandra Stone, also known as Ms. Stone was in charge of taking care of the older orphans, which consisted of kids from fourteen and up, but aside from that, she was also a squib.
And she hated Sereia.
That ungrateful child doesn't deserve magic! She always thought. Her jealousy was immense. She didn't know that the girl wasn't a witch, because Dumbledore only told her that she was a magical child, so she had just assumed. Stone envied Sereia's magic, she also wished she could take her youthfulness and beauty, for she was never that pretty when she was a kid. Sandra's parents were wizards, her brother was a wizard, but she had been born dry of magic.
Nothing could console her anger, so here she was now, more than forty decades later, taking her rage on a eleven year old girl.
"Professor Dumbledore, how much longer does she have to stay here? She's old enough to attend Hogwarts so why is she still here?" venom dripped heavily from her voice.
"Actually Ms. Stone, I came to collect her" Dumbledore smiled ignoring the lady's tone completely.
"FINALLY!"
Sereia rubbed her face against her worn-out bambi plushy brushing away the trail of tears on her face.
It wasn't her fault that she felt a unbelievably strong yearning for water, and the fact that there was a lake in the back lands of the orphanage just drove her crazy. Any painful thoughts always went away when she came in contact with water. All her cuts and wounds would heal when she would take a shower or swim at the lake. But still, something felt amiss. She would get this flashes on her mind, images of this peculiar scar and flickers of a mesmerizing shade of green that could only compare to an emerald stone.
At a young age, she did port remarkable beauty, but she was still in developing process. Sereia was a small sized girl, with thin limbs, she was absolutely flat chested and her bottom wasn't developed either. She also had a light tanned skin and her dark brown thin hair reached her elbows. Her high cheek bones and round face made her look adorable, and she had shiny grey eyes framed by short but thick line of lashes. Her eyebrows were tick and she had freckles all over her nose, but it all just added up to her cute appearance.
