Harry Potter always knew he was different- the Dursleys sure told him often enough.
Rather than cringe away from freakishness, he embraced it, having given up on obtaining the love of his family long ago, or really love at all.
It was an amazing whirlwind of romance when he met Sally. He didn't think it would work out, but they just clicked as she helped him rescue his hostage- conveniently Ronald Weasley instead of a girl, that would have been rather awkward.
Communication was hard at first, but they worked it out.
People thought he just liked the water, but mostly he just liked Sally.
They had just thought him odd, until he became Hogwarts Keeper of Keys and Grounds to stay close to his love.
Somehow they had managed to keep their relationship secret, but he knew it couldn't last.
So sure enough, when one day Sally slapped the water on and off, and as he translated the splashes into words, he wasn't as shocked as he thought he'd be.
"You sure you want to meet my family? I mean, they're rather horrible people..."
A single resounding splash was Harry's only answer.
Sighing he shrugged, "Alright."
The portkey landed them in front of number four, and as he nervously knocked the neighbors were staring,
A tentacle wound about his waist comforting him.
"You! What are you doing here boy! I thought we were well rid of you!" Petunia Dursley screetched.
Harry blinked, "Still the same lovely person as ever I see. My fiance wanted to meet you lot-" He gestured, and Petunia screamed finally noticing Hogwart's very own giant squid.
"How?" Dudley asked again for the 20th time.
"I told you Big D, she really is very nice- you've just got to get to know her."
Sally was mostly in the kitchen, though a tentacle slapped hard a few times on the floor.
"Oh, she says you mean, well, physically." A blushing Harry Potter started, "Well, the first thing you've got to know is those tentacles are amazingly flexible and surprisingly sensitive-"
A near comatose Vernon Dursley managed a whimper in the corner of the room. Petunia had long since gone running off into the night, never to be seen again.
