A/N:Alrighty then, on with the Author's Note... Okay, last night, as I was reading the first three chappies of HP and the GOF, I realised that I made a little mistake... well, okay a rather large mistake... but as the saying goes, " An error doesn't become a mistake unless you fix it... blah blah blah." So, with that said, I'm going to ask you to pretend that a week or two after school was done, the Quidditch World Cup came along, Harry went with the Weasleys, but had to return back to the Dursley's for a week for some reason or another from le great Dumbleedoor. Enough of my incessant rambling... Here's the chappie :D

Disclaimer: I own a pen, a notebook, and a somewhat defective imagination. Alas, I do not own le Harry Potter.

Predictions

To Grandma's House We Go

The next few days went by slowly, and tomorrow we would be moving. Mum said that we would go visit Grandma today. As I tumbled out of bed and walked downstairs, I didn't even give any regard towards the piles of boxes in my way, I just walked through them and floated down the stairs, not really feeling the need to walk.

Glad you could finally join us, Sophie, my mother thought. Well I did wake up rather late and–

Soapy! Huh? That's a new voice. I look around the room. Nobody was here except Danny in the high chair and Mum feeding him, and of course, myself. Was that you Danny? I think as I put my thoughts in his head. Yes. Wow, I didn't even know that he could think words, let alone speak them.. I underestimated him.

"Guess what, Mum? Danny spoke to me! Well he didn't really speak, more like thought to me... if that makes sense."

"Really? That's a first." She turns to Danny, "Oh I'm so proud of you, love! What a lovely whuvlee boys..." and on and on it went. Please make her stop, I hate it when people speak baby-talk to me, I feel that it's degrading, Danny pleaded. Such big words for a little fellow.

"Er, Mum... Danny wants you to please stop talking like a fool, and talk to him like you talk to me." I say, half laughing.

She coughs, "Ahem, right then, good job, Danny. Now, Sophie, please get some breakfast, and go upstairs and change, we're going to Mum's house in a few minutes."

"Okay." I say as I float upwards and go through the ceiling to my room. I make the clothes from my closet float about me in a turning circle so I can see all of them. I have to be careful that I don't wear any muggle clothes, it might upset Grandma, her being pureblood and all. Even though she's not like 'Gah-I-never-want-to-see-you-because-you're-a-filthy-half-bred-twit-who-wears-muggle-clothes-and-should-never-ever-have-been-born-into-this-family-even-though-I-myself-have-been-disowned-by-said-afore-mentioned-family" pureblood, like her parents. She was disowned by her family because she married an albino dishonoured pureblooded wizard. Shame some people are like that. I know that they, my grandmother's family, were even more disgusted that my mother 'married' a merman from Germany and had offspring with it. It's sad that people have to be bitter towards the parents that they can't be happy for a new life.

I put on midnight blue robes and float downstairs, "Ready."

"Come on, then. Grab hold of me tightly, Sophie, I don't want to loose you in the blackness." I take hold of her arm tightly and brace Danny in my arm and I prepare for side-along apparation, "One, two, three." Says Mum as she turns on her heel, turning us into the abyss. I have gotten use to side-along apparation, but before I use to hate it. It felt as if something was dragging you along by the inside of your nose, and all the air has been pushed out from your lungs. It's was over as quick as it happened, we were now on the front door step of my Grandma's cozy bungalo-thing.

"Hello, Sophia. Please, come in," she says, but closes the door on my mother and asks, "What did you receive for your twelfth birthday from your father's sister and her husband?" Her gaze is suspicious, I wonder why? Urg. She blocked her mind from me except, You'll see, child. What does that mean?

"I, Cassiopeia Druella Serose, formally known as Cassiopeia Druella Rosier, received a heart-shaped magical locket that played a lovely lullaby when opened, and displayed pictures, for my twelfth birthday from them."

"Come in, dear," said Grandma politely.

When Mum came in, she put herself between Grandma and I, and asked, "What did my cousin Nora get you for your fortieth anniversary?"

"She got your father and I both matching ruby rings."

"That's correct. Now, I'll go make some tea." With that said, Mum walked into the kitchen and began to make some tea.

"G-Grandma, er... why didn't I get questioned, like you and Mum?" I stared at the wall when I said this, not really wanting to meet her gaze because I knew that the answer would be so simple and would question myself sooner or later why I didn't think of it in the first place.

"Because, dear, polyjuice potion is –" she began, but I suddenly realised the the polyjuice potion is–

"– only for humans, and since I'm half-human, half-mermaid, no one could 'be me' whilst taking the potion," I said, finishing off her sentence and my train of thought.

"Right you are," giving me a smile just as Mum came in with the tea. We, well mostly Mum and Grandma talked as we drank our tea, whilst I was in a daze pondering the 'Big Move' tomorrow and who this 'Harry' fellow might be. When it was time to leave, it was seven in the evening. We all said our goodbyes and we aparated home.

"Ready for tomorrow, dear?" asked Mum as we walked through the kicthen.

"Yeah, I guess," Although I was none too excited about tomorrow.

Yeah, I know it's short, but the next chappie is when she meets HP. Oh, and the sooner I get reviews, the sooner I update! So press the magical purple button and review! :P