[A.N~ I do not own Harry Potter. He and anything to do with him belong to J.K. Rowling. However...I do own one character in this story...you shall meet her very soon. I hope you like it...please review.]
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Harry Potter And the Song of the Mermaid
Harry looked up at the ceiling of his room as he lay on his bed. Below him was the usual hustle and bustle that he was left out of whenever there was company over for dinner. On occasion, Hedwig would flutter to the window, give a small hoot to alert Harry that she was safe, and fly off again. Down below he heard the shrill, fake laugh of his aunt. Harry groaned. When company was around, the Dursleys' were as real as their love for Harry, and they had no love for Harry what so ever.
Harry heard another flutter at his window, and Hedwig flew in carrying two envelopes. He could tell the one was from Hogwarts, since it had the Hogwarts crest. He opened the envelope, knowing what was in it. There was a not from Professor McGonagall, and a list of various books he needed for his classes.
The second letter was from Ron, to see if Harry was still going to stay with him. Harry groaned. He hadn't even asked his uncle yet.
Harry sighed as he looked at his clock. It was six o'clock. His uncle Vernon told him that the dinner was ending around eight o'clock. Harry had two hours to kill. Feeling mischievous, he did something he would have never thought he would do. Very carefully, Harry crept out of his room and down the hall to his aunt and uncles room. He thanked God that the floor didn't creak below him. When he reached the room, the door was open a crack. Praying that it wouldn't creak, Harry opened the door and crept into the room. There wasn't much in the room. In the centre on the back was a queen-size bed. On either side of the bed was a small table with a lamp. On the far left was wall was a window facing the front yard. Across from that on the right wall was a walk in closet. Silently, Harry crept over to the door and carefully opened it. He looked in and saw hangers full of cloths. Walking over to the back of the closet, he opened the small drawers one after another, peeing inside each. Cloths, cloths and more cloths. Harry knew that he shouldn't have been disappointed that he didn't find anything, but never the less, he was. Sighing, he made sure that everything was left the way he left it, and silently left the closet. When he closed the door, Harry turned around and got a big surprise. Tucked into a small cubby-hole next to the door, was a large, brown, mahogany roll desk. Harry was surprised that he hadn't seen it before. Curiously, he walked over and opened it. The front part rolled back smoothly to reveal a desk full of paper and photos. Harry must have spent an hour looking through all the pictures and notes, being sure to put everything the way he found it. He was putting a pile of papers back, when a small rectangle piece of paper fell to the floor. Bending over to pick it up, Harry flipped it over to see that it was a birth certificate. The name on it read `D. Dursley'. Thinking it was Dudley's, Harry was about to put it back when he noticed something odd about the tiny piece of paper.
Harry stared at the birth certificate, unbelieving to what he was seeing. While the initials were the same was Dudley's, the birth date was not. The birth date on the certificate was dated five years before Dudley was even born. Upon further inspection, Harry discovered that the birth certificate could never have been Dudley's. Instead oh having an `M' being next to the gender information, there was an `F'. Harry was positive that there was something strange going on here. Still looking at the piece of paper, he closed the roll desk and made his way back to his room. Sitting on his bed, Harry stared at the certificate. If that little piece of paper was correct, he had another cousin ... a girl cousin. But, where was she? Did she even exist? Puzzled and confused, Harry put the piece of paper in his trunk (which surprisingly enough, wasn't locked in the cupboard under the stairs) pulled out a book and started reading. Not even two minutes after that, Harry heard the all too familiar steps of his uncle coming up the stairs. He tried to concentrate on his book, but the persistence of the heavy footsteps was un-nerving. Moments later, the bedroom door opened, showing Harry's' gruff looking uncle.
"Have you left this room at all?" He asked, an accusing tone in his voice. Harry shook his head.
"No sir. I've been in here the whole time reading." He said, holding up the book for his uncle to see. His uncle glared at him for a moment, then left, closing the door hardly. Harry sighed. He looked at his book for a moment, not really wanting to read it anymore. Placing the book and his glasses on the end table, and laid back in his bed. He lay there, blankly staring at the ceiling, his eyes starting to droop. Once more, Harry thought about the strange birth certificate, and fell asleep.
In front of him was a little girl, she looked about five years old. She had short, very blond, curly hair matted to her small head. She had big, clear blue eyes surrounded by a fringe of black eyelashes. She was sitting in the middle of a familiar room surrounded by toys. The door opened, and in walked two people that looked like her parents, but Harry couldn't see their faces. It was obvious that the mother was pregnant.
"Mommy, look what I can do." The little girl said, pointing to her crayons in front of her. "Float crayons." She said. To Harry's surprise, the crayons floated. The little girl smiled up at her parents. Then the dream changed scenes. Harry saw the little girl, but it was where she was that chilled him to the bone. The little girl was in a dark, damp, dingy room. Her face was smudged with dirt and tears, as she sat huddled in a corner dressed in rags and bare feet. She was crying out for her mother. The only light in the room came from a small window in the door.
"Mommy? Where are you mommy? I'm scared, it's too dark." The little girl cried, wiping her arm over her eyes. Just then the door opened and the room flooded with light. "Mommy?" She whimpered. A figure in red robes walked forward and picked her up.
"Don't worry child." A man said. He sounded so familiar. "Everything will be alright. You don't have to be scared anymore."
Harry woke up with the light shining in his window. He reached over and put his glasses on. Climbing out of bed, he got dressed. Moments later he realized what day it was. Sighing, Harry looked out the window. It was his birthday.
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[Well...there's chapter 1 again. As said in my little note, I'm gonna be changing things around a little. Basically I'm changing it from Harry's 4th year to his 6th year. Anywho...please review. Thanx a lot.]
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Harry Potter And the Song of the Mermaid
Harry looked up at the ceiling of his room as he lay on his bed. Below him was the usual hustle and bustle that he was left out of whenever there was company over for dinner. On occasion, Hedwig would flutter to the window, give a small hoot to alert Harry that she was safe, and fly off again. Down below he heard the shrill, fake laugh of his aunt. Harry groaned. When company was around, the Dursleys' were as real as their love for Harry, and they had no love for Harry what so ever.
Harry heard another flutter at his window, and Hedwig flew in carrying two envelopes. He could tell the one was from Hogwarts, since it had the Hogwarts crest. He opened the envelope, knowing what was in it. There was a not from Professor McGonagall, and a list of various books he needed for his classes.
The second letter was from Ron, to see if Harry was still going to stay with him. Harry groaned. He hadn't even asked his uncle yet.
Harry sighed as he looked at his clock. It was six o'clock. His uncle Vernon told him that the dinner was ending around eight o'clock. Harry had two hours to kill. Feeling mischievous, he did something he would have never thought he would do. Very carefully, Harry crept out of his room and down the hall to his aunt and uncles room. He thanked God that the floor didn't creak below him. When he reached the room, the door was open a crack. Praying that it wouldn't creak, Harry opened the door and crept into the room. There wasn't much in the room. In the centre on the back was a queen-size bed. On either side of the bed was a small table with a lamp. On the far left was wall was a window facing the front yard. Across from that on the right wall was a walk in closet. Silently, Harry crept over to the door and carefully opened it. He looked in and saw hangers full of cloths. Walking over to the back of the closet, he opened the small drawers one after another, peeing inside each. Cloths, cloths and more cloths. Harry knew that he shouldn't have been disappointed that he didn't find anything, but never the less, he was. Sighing, he made sure that everything was left the way he left it, and silently left the closet. When he closed the door, Harry turned around and got a big surprise. Tucked into a small cubby-hole next to the door, was a large, brown, mahogany roll desk. Harry was surprised that he hadn't seen it before. Curiously, he walked over and opened it. The front part rolled back smoothly to reveal a desk full of paper and photos. Harry must have spent an hour looking through all the pictures and notes, being sure to put everything the way he found it. He was putting a pile of papers back, when a small rectangle piece of paper fell to the floor. Bending over to pick it up, Harry flipped it over to see that it was a birth certificate. The name on it read `D. Dursley'. Thinking it was Dudley's, Harry was about to put it back when he noticed something odd about the tiny piece of paper.
Harry stared at the birth certificate, unbelieving to what he was seeing. While the initials were the same was Dudley's, the birth date was not. The birth date on the certificate was dated five years before Dudley was even born. Upon further inspection, Harry discovered that the birth certificate could never have been Dudley's. Instead oh having an `M' being next to the gender information, there was an `F'. Harry was positive that there was something strange going on here. Still looking at the piece of paper, he closed the roll desk and made his way back to his room. Sitting on his bed, Harry stared at the certificate. If that little piece of paper was correct, he had another cousin ... a girl cousin. But, where was she? Did she even exist? Puzzled and confused, Harry put the piece of paper in his trunk (which surprisingly enough, wasn't locked in the cupboard under the stairs) pulled out a book and started reading. Not even two minutes after that, Harry heard the all too familiar steps of his uncle coming up the stairs. He tried to concentrate on his book, but the persistence of the heavy footsteps was un-nerving. Moments later, the bedroom door opened, showing Harry's' gruff looking uncle.
"Have you left this room at all?" He asked, an accusing tone in his voice. Harry shook his head.
"No sir. I've been in here the whole time reading." He said, holding up the book for his uncle to see. His uncle glared at him for a moment, then left, closing the door hardly. Harry sighed. He looked at his book for a moment, not really wanting to read it anymore. Placing the book and his glasses on the end table, and laid back in his bed. He lay there, blankly staring at the ceiling, his eyes starting to droop. Once more, Harry thought about the strange birth certificate, and fell asleep.
In front of him was a little girl, she looked about five years old. She had short, very blond, curly hair matted to her small head. She had big, clear blue eyes surrounded by a fringe of black eyelashes. She was sitting in the middle of a familiar room surrounded by toys. The door opened, and in walked two people that looked like her parents, but Harry couldn't see their faces. It was obvious that the mother was pregnant.
"Mommy, look what I can do." The little girl said, pointing to her crayons in front of her. "Float crayons." She said. To Harry's surprise, the crayons floated. The little girl smiled up at her parents. Then the dream changed scenes. Harry saw the little girl, but it was where she was that chilled him to the bone. The little girl was in a dark, damp, dingy room. Her face was smudged with dirt and tears, as she sat huddled in a corner dressed in rags and bare feet. She was crying out for her mother. The only light in the room came from a small window in the door.
"Mommy? Where are you mommy? I'm scared, it's too dark." The little girl cried, wiping her arm over her eyes. Just then the door opened and the room flooded with light. "Mommy?" She whimpered. A figure in red robes walked forward and picked her up.
"Don't worry child." A man said. He sounded so familiar. "Everything will be alright. You don't have to be scared anymore."
Harry woke up with the light shining in his window. He reached over and put his glasses on. Climbing out of bed, he got dressed. Moments later he realized what day it was. Sighing, Harry looked out the window. It was his birthday.
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[Well...there's chapter 1 again. As said in my little note, I'm gonna be changing things around a little. Basically I'm changing it from Harry's 4th year to his 6th year. Anywho...please review. Thanx a lot.]