Eh, this is my first fanfic. I hope you like it. Reviews are welcomed.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.

Harry rose to his feet, glancing at the watch on Dudley's fat wrist. It was 11:54. In six minutes, he would turn eleven. Silently, like a ghost, he glided outside through a crack in the miserable hut. He climbed gracefully down the pile of rocks until he was on a rock some distance from the shack. He sat down on the damp surface and trailed one hand through the suddenly calm ocean. The boy glanced up in surprise. No, the storm was still raging. There was a calm area three feet in radius around his rock. Harry shrugged and went back to staring into the depths of the ocean. It wasn't the first time something strange had happened, after all. He peered more intently into the water.

Something moved. A second later, a dark green scaled head poked out of the water. Harry glanced at it, unalarmed.

"Good evening"

"You sspeak?"

Harry was unsurprised. After all, that was what the garden snakes said whenever he first spoke to them. Why would this… sea serpent?... be any different?

"Yess, I do. Apparently."

"I am honored. I have only met two speakers before you. Salazar and Tom, their names were. Although Tom prefered to be called Marvolo. Anyway, Salazar always told me not to eat anyone who speaks. Because you speak, I will not eat you or those… humans.. on the rock with you… or the one above you."

"Yes, I would prefer to not be eaten. The Dursleys are free game, though- wait what do you mean, the one above me?"

"The one above you. The flying stick-human. He can not land, though, the storm will not let him down."

Harry stared at the snake in confusion.

"Stick-human?"

"Yes, the stick-human. Like you. Like Marvolo. Like Salazar. The humans that have sticks and shout weird words? What is it your kind call them, wizards?"

"Wizards? Magic? Magic is real?" Harry stared at the snake intently, with excitement building inside him, forgetting entirely about the stick-human above him.

The sea serpent chuckled. "Yes, foolish human- what did you say your name was?"

"Harry. My name is Harry. You mean, I'm a wizard?"

"Harry- That is a strange name. Can I call you Sauron instead? And yes, foolish child, you are a stick-person."

Yes, Harry thought. I knew I was different. I knew I was special. I knew I was better than those Dursleys and Dudley's friends and all of them… Who's the freak now? Harry's eyes glowed an Avada Kedavra green and he laughed. A cold, blood-chilling laugh. Inside the shack, Dudley's watch beeped once as it changed to midnight on July 31st. And above him, on a broom being tossed about by the wind, Severus Snape shivered.

It's a bit short, sorry. The next chapter will hopefully be longer. Please tell me if you like it!