Thank everyone who read. I was surprised that so many people liked it.

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Satsukifujin:Thank you so much for reviewing. I cannot believe that this is the first mer-harry story! His tail (and eyes) are beautiful.

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The first question that Harry considered was whether or not to tell anyone. Now that he wasn't technically human anymore, he was subject to all of the wizarding world's prejudices. He didn't know anything about merpeople besides what he figured out from the second task. He lay in the bathtub going through a mental list of all of his friends and their responses.

Ron would freak out. Hermione would go on a reading spree trying to find out everything there was to know. Mrs. Weasley would be sympathetic and motherly annoying. Ginny would freak out. Fred and George would try to get him to change at odd times by dumping water on him, probably in the middle of something important. Sirius was dead. Remus had been so depressed since Sirius's death that he was nowhere to be found. After keeping so many secrets from him, Dumbledore just could not be trusted.

Harry sighed, Well that leaves, me, he thought. He decided to get out of the bathtub before his skin got all pruny, then he laughed because he was a merman, his natural habitat was the water, his skin wouldn't get pruny. He maneuvered himself so that he was sitting on the edge of the tub with his tail on the inside and reached for his towel. He cursed the fact that it was so far away when he fell on his butt with his tail halfway out of the tub. The phrase 'fish out of water' came to his mind as he tried to flip over and, without bruising his tail, get out of the tub. As he was in the process of flipping, his tail shrunk and separated to become legs again, and his skin contracted back to its original state. Confused but relieved, he towel dried himself and left the bathroom to his own room.

He went in while trying not to look at the various locks on the outside of his door. The Dursleys might not use them anymore, but they still brought painful memories. Once in his room, he saw a large barn owl sitting next to Hedwig and man did she look pissed at it. As soon as Harry went near it, it dropped off its letter and left, making Hedwig very happy. He sat on his cot to read the letter and Hedwig sat on his shoulder. It was his OWL results

O- outstanding

E- exceeds expectations

A- acceptable

P- poor

D- dreadful

T- troll

Care of Magical Creatures - O

Charms - E

Defense Against the Dark Arts - O

Divination - P

Herbology - E

History of Magic - A

Potions - E

Transfiguration - E

Attached to the OWL letter was another one. This one was from Professor McGonagall. It had congratulations on the results and she said that she would talk to Professor Snape about letting Harry into NEWT Potions. Harry wrote back a note telling her not to bother with NEWT Potions. He gave an excuse about how he didn't want special treatment, but he didn't think he could be an Auror and a merman. Would the Ministry let him? If they did what if he got wet on a mission? It would be so embarrassing. He let Hedwig go; the other owl probably hadn't expected him to reply.

The next month was uneventful after that. He made sure not to take any showers, only baths when the Dursleys weren't home. On September first, Mad-eye and Tonks came to get him. The Dursleys had made sure that they were out of the house. After walking down the street Mad-eye and Tonks grabbed onto his arms and apparated to the train station.

"Harry, how you doin' mate? Have a good summer?" Ron greeted him as soon as he stepped onto the platform.

"Oh, you know. Same old, same old. Nothing special."

"What, no special inheritance? I told you not to worry about it so much. If you were a creature, I'm sure Dumbledore would have told you."

"You mean just like he told me about the prophesy?" Harry was still angry about that, but it was very likely that Dumbledore hadn't known about the mer gene because it wasn't from the Potters.

"Sorry, sorry. But now you don't have to worry about it, right?"

"Yeah."

They waited for a bit until Hermione got there. He got a speech from her too about not worrying so much. He laughed with them, but not at how silly he was at worrying but at the irony. He had every right to worry.

They were sitting on the train, talking with Neville and Luna. He looked at them like he they had just met. He knew that he knew them, he just couldn't remember. He remembered everything they had gone through together but it was like he wasn't there. He didn't want to be there. The things they were talking about, he wasn't a part of that. He was different.

It was as soon as he stepped off the train that he heard the song. It was like the singing of whales or dolphins. It was the call of the sea.

He followed it, ignoring his friends' questions of 'where are you going?' and 'What's wrong?' the song drew him in, past the first years to the edge of the great lake. The water was shimmering in the moonlight, it was so beautiful. There was the song, it was like a lullaby he had always known but just now remembered. He felt that if he listened long enough he would remember the words. He dove.