Yay the plot is about to start. This is the big info chapter. Just so you know I really appreciate constructing criticism, but I know that I am not the greatest writer. I am trying my best.

I'm sorry if there is any confusion. This is NOT a Draco/Harry story. They will become close friends but they will not be in a romantic relationship. Sorry

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Ever since he had learned about the wizarding world, everyone had told him how much he looked like his father with his mother's eyes, but what this woman said was the exact opposite.

"Can you tell me?" He asked.

"Yes" She answered.

"When we are young, every mer has the ability to change. The ability to become human and travel the dryworld. This ability is lost over time so many young adults leave to study other cultures. My son, Harold, was no different than any other. He wanted freedom and experience, so he left. He became fascinated with the dryworld and often told me of his findings: flowers that did not grow underwater and trees that changed colors. The difference between him and others is that he never came back. I had thought that he was dead and mourned his loss for many years.

Later a young woman came to the lake and sought me out. Her name was Lily Evans. She told me that her father was my dear Harry and that he had forsaken his heritage to stay with the woman he had come to love. He could no longer return the city. He gave her the chance to choose for herself, whether or not she wished to stay here. At first, she had decided that after her schooling at Hogwarts, she would come here to stay. Not long before her graduation, however, she too fell in love with a mortal human and never returned."

Harry looked at her sadly. She had lost first her son, then her granddaughter and now he had to tell her that he could not stay either. He had a prophesy to complete.

He was more than indebted to her. Remus and, he felt a pang of guilt thinking about him, Sirius had told him stories of their school exploits with his father, but no one had ever bothered to tell him about his mother. They had all figured that because she was considered a muggle-born that she had always been disconnected from the magical world. Adel was his living family, far better than the Dursleys because she had accepted him.

"Adel, I'm sorry, but I have duties in the dryworld. A lot of people are counting on me to protect them. I cannot abandon them."

She looked away but looked back at him, smiling sadly. "It's alright my child. As long as it is what you want. However, know this. You are always welcome here, no matter how long you have stayed away."

Harry looked at his great-grandmother, who was willing to let him go, let him make his own decisions based on what he wanted instead of what was supposed to be best for him. Even having known each other for only a few hours, he knew he loved her. Before he knew it, he had blurted out, "I'll come back to visit, I promise."

They swam together to the edge of the lake. It was not hard to get lost when you couldn't really tell which way was up and which way was down.

Suddenly, a shadow from the faint light above covered them. Frightened, Harry stopped swimming. He relaxed again when he heard the sound of laughter from above. He looked and saw a small school of merchildren swimming around a large object. A large object that was moving. He watched in amazement as a large tentacle extended toward the children and they squealed in childish delight as they dodged and swam around to the other side, only to be 'attacked' by another tentacle.

His eyes widened as one of the tentacles came towards him. He tried to dodge, but ended up doing a very ungraceful flop and the tentacle hit him. The children which had followed the tentacle laughed at him as the tentacle continued its assault.

"Come on mister, like this!" One child yelled at him, showing the proper technique for navigating the water. After that there was a chorus of shouts.

"You can do it!"

"Don't be afraid, Squidy won't hurt you!"

"You got it!"

He started to move better; no longer thinking of the water surrounding him as restricting his movement, but allowing it to help him. He started laughing. It had been so long since he had laughed. And now he was laughing while playing with the giant squid as children he didn't even know cheered him on.

"Sorry guys, but I have to go now."

A loud "Awwwwww, but whyyyyyy" followed this statement.

"I'll be back though. Then we can play again and I'll beat you guys for sure."

At first they had cheered, knowing that there new playmate would return, but at the end of his statement, they had started angrily yelling at him, promising that he could never beat them. He smiled as he left, feeling the excitement drain from him.

As he crawled onto the beach of the lake he wasn't sure whether it was the feeling of gravity after being weightless or if he was tired from a) an information overload and b) coming down from an adrenaline high, but all of a sudden, his body felt heavier than normal and when he had changed, he felt a strange twinge in his stomach.

His clothes were thoroughly soaked when he put them back on. He was thankful that Adel had managed to find them though, he didn't fancy returning to the school naked. He walked up the hill, seeing the castle ahead. It was scary in the dark; shadows of the medieval creatures guarded the entrance. It was after curfew but the doors were still open. Harry new there was no point in trying to hide; everyone saw his dive into the lake.

As he stepped through the doors, the first thing he saw was Professor McGonagall. Her lips were pursed and her face was pale. Her arms were crossed over her chest.

"Mr. Potter. To the Headmaster's office. Now." She was so angry she could barely speak full sentences, trying to not yell at him. How could the boy act so stupidly, he must have realized that everyone was frantic when Weasley and Granger came to the school screaming about how Harry had gone and jumped into the lake. If it hadn't been for the protective spells that Albus placed on him, we would have feared he was dead. Whatever is wrong with him, he had better get over it soon. This boy was in for a lot of trouble.