The song was so unnaturally beautiful, taking Harry's senses and turning them to mush. A vision overtook his mind as he took slow steps towards the shore of the Black Lake, towards the song. The vision was the most perfect thing Harry had ever seen; he was sitting by a warm fire, a tall faceless man by his side as they watched three wonderful children run around, all their faces just as unrecognisable as the man next to him. Harry somehow knew everything about them though, each child's name brainwashed into his head, details about them swimming through his mind like a fish in a dark sea. The youngest, a little girl who had turned three, a few days ago it seemed, Lilly Rose. The eldest, a ten-year-old boy, Scorpius James. The middle child, another boy, this one six years old, Siren Rayn.

Simply by seeing them all Harry smiled, snuggling closer to the man he knew was his lover of some sort. The man smiled gently, wrapping an arm around Harry. All to suddenly this scene was broken, torn away in a deep flash of silver and he was left feeling alone and cold, his feet inches from the water.

"Harry!" A voice called, very feminine and sweet but, for some reason filled with so much fear and hope. He turned to see a girl with white-blonde hair pulled back by a butterfly clip and large blue eyes wide.

"Luna…" He whispered, despair filling him right down to his bones. He had a family a few moments ago, now it was all gone. "What happened to them…?"

"Them?" Luna answered back, confusion filling her gaze. "What do you mean them?"

"My husband...children…" Harry told her desperately, tears starting to run from his eyes. None of them had looked clear but, Harry felt he had known them, had a deep connection with them.

Luna frowned, sighing gently as she took a few steps closer, pulling Harry into a hug, "That was only the Siren's song, only the Song of the Black Lake." She whispered, rubbing Harry's back as he sobbed harder. She knew-probably more than anyone- that Harry had always wanted a loving family, like the Weasly's. Of course he had to see that, of course, that was what he wanted most.

"Could they ever come back?" Harry whispered through sobs. Luna sighed again, shaking her head.

"I don't think so...I'm so sorry Harry." Luna didn't know how long they stood there and she didn't really care to. Oh Harry, you don't deserve this…

The endless rows of books provided a calming environment that Hermione desperately needed. She ran her hand down the row, clicking her tongue in a slow manner. She had far too much on her mind these days to be good, her study time was slipping and she was sure it would spell doom for her grades and OWLS. She knew what she was to focus on but, she couldn't bring herself to take her mind off the Malfoy's and their missing son. It was like a catchy song, worming its way into her mind and taking control of her thoughts, forcing her to hum and on some occasions sing it. After the book on Sirens she had found, Hermione was almost sure that the creatures had something to do with Draco Malfoy's disappearance. Though, she still didn't know what. It seemed unlikely that they would have drowned him but she couldn't exclude anything from this puzzle until she was sure it didn't fit. To be frank, she honestly hoped Draco wasn't dead. She could be very well losing her mind, but something inside her couldn't stand to see the tears streaming down Mrs. Malfoy's face as she told her that her son was dead, slowly melting away on the seafloor of the coast of Iceland.

To take her mind off that image and train of thoughts, she pulled out a quill and peace of parchment, starting to write out a response to the Malfoys.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, she started, hoping her professional tone could calm their minds slightly. I am very pleased to say I have more ideas about what happened to your son, though most of them aren't good. I want you two to focus on the good ones though, that may help something along that tone actually come! Yes, Hermione was aware that the statement was a bit cheesy and childish, but it may be their only hope. I have narrowed it down to some form of sea creature, more specifically a species of Mer. Now, I am still allowing other things to roam through my mind as well should they come but, I am almost certain and I am rarely wrong about these kinds of things. I plan on getting as much information as I can on Mer and their subspecies but, I am afraid there is way less about then I would like. Hermione wrote bitterly, sighing. Keep your eyes out as always and see if you can think back and find something you missed. I will keep you posted. She signed her name and closed up the letter, placing it into her canvas bag to send out later. A small sigh escaped her lips as she leaned back, pinching the bridge of her nose with her pointer finger and thumb. Why was this so important to her?

The dungeon was cold, like always. The farmer mist feeling much less than familiar to a certain professor, Severus Snape to be more precise. He hated the normally homey-ish corridors of the dungeon, they were all nothing without the familiar blond hair and cunning smirk of Draco Malfoy. He had never even realised how much he cared for the bratty boy until he was gone. Yes, the Malfoy heir definitely had his quirks but he had certain things that Severus could never live without, he saw that know. Oh Draco, did you even know how many people cared for you? The professor often wondered.

"Professor!" Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl from Draco's year dashed into his classroom followed closely by a darker-skinned pureblood also from Draco's year, Blaise Zabini. "We saw Draco!"

Snape had to hold in a gasp, his eyes starting to grow heavy with hopeful tears. "Miss Parkinson, are you sure?" He whispered, his normally sneer gone long ago.

"YES! I saw him swimming outside the window of the Slytherin dorms! Well, technically I saw a Mer that looked like him, but I'm sure it was Draco!" Pansy reasoned, tears already falling from her black eyes.

Snape sighed and shook his head, "Miss Parkinson, I don't know if you ever noticed but Mister Malfoy isn't is a Mer."

"I know that Professor but-"

"What did I tell you Miss Parkinson, do not make stupid claims. I miss him too but, you need to understand that one cannot make foolish claims about a missing person." He hissed, frowning when the girl opened her mouth as if to protest but closed it when she realised she had no argument. "I know it's hard but we cannot lose our common sense," Severus allowed a slim bit of understanding and care to fill his tone. "Now run along you two, I'm sure there is something you could be doing other then pestering Professors."

Pansy looked at her shoes, suddenly finding more interest in them then the end of the conversation. "Yes Professor Snape. Come along Zabini." She slowly lead the pureblooded boy out, who looked shocked to say the least at Pansy's defeat.

The sound of slightly heeled shoes moved down the dungeon hallways away from the Potions classroom. "I really did see him Blaise, you know I wouldn't lie about something like that! I miss him so much, you know that! Everyone does!"

Blaise Zabini sighed, closing his eyes for a few moments as Pansy lead him through the dark corridors. "I know that Pans but, maybe Snape is right. We all miss Draco but, we need to calm down, it is doing us no good to start going metal now-"

"I am most certainly not going mental!" Pansy cried, turning to face him with angry eyes. "I know what I saw, I thought you of all people would understand!"

"I do! I understand that we are all grieving for the loss of Draco! We all grieve in our own ways Pansy, this might just be yours."

"You don't understand! This is most certainly not my way of gerving!" Pansy turned on her heel, short black hair making a halo around her as she did. "I am going to go back to the common room, do as you like!" And with those words, she was gone.

Blaise sighed again, frowning at the unfortunate turn of events. He promised himself he would try to apologize to Pansy later but for now he just needed a few moments to himself, a few moments of peace that were hard to come by these days, despite what others may think. He turned the other way and headed up to the Astronomy Tower, knowing that very few people went up there, minus the teachers. It was already getting closer to curfew then Blaise would have liked, he would have to be careful, a lone Slytherin is a dead one.

Snow had just started to fall outside the Malfoy Manor when Narcissa had opened Hermione's letter. She read through it a few times, eyes taking in every word like a kid in a candy store. She frowned slightly, letting her normal mask fall. "Lucius!" She called, waving the letter at her husband when he dashed in.

"Another one? Miss Granger must be working hard...-" Lucius said gently, grabbing the letting from his wife and reading it slowly in a manner similar to her. He frowned as well, shaking his head. "How can we be happy when he has been gone for so long...?"

"I wish I knew Lucius but, if Hermione thinks it can help, we should at least try...don't you think?" She reasoned, putting on a forced smile that broke Lucius's heart.

"I suppose so…" He put on the same fake smile, trying to be strong for lost son and his grieving wife, as well as himself. "I will try my Dove, in hopes of seeing our son again."

Narcissa gave him a real smile. It wasn't big or blinding by any means, but it was a smile. And a smile is a smile, no matter how small. "We must smile for Draco."

The corridors of Hogwarts were dark at this time of night, allowing Harry to think about what he saw. The vision had happened almost a week ago, yet, it was still fresh in his mind. He had a family somewhere in this world, or maybe a different one. He wanted them. Harry wanted to run into the arms of his lover and hug him tightly, promise the children he saw that he would see them soon. He knew he was too young to have all of this but, if what he saw was the future, he wouldn't have to wait long. He imagined what life would be like with his family, would they be close? Would his children love him as much as he loved them? Harry wished he knew, wished something would tell him-show him anything.

"Well, Well, well. If it isn't the famous Harry Potter." Harry turned, eyes wide. He hated getting stopped like this.

Ginny Weasly was standing behind him-flanked by Lavender Brown and Ron Weasly whose arms were crossed and a scowl on their faces-her red hair turned to fire in the candle light. She smirked. "So, finally decided to join us commoners?"

"Ginny, you know I don't think of myself like that. I was just going to find you and apologies. How I acted was wrong and I'm really sorry-"

"Save it. I don't need your pity."

"It's not pity! I hurt you in public and I'm sorry..I should have pulled you aside…"

"Sorry, you didn't figure that out sooner." Ginny hissed, her eyes blazing with pure fury.

"I promise you Ginny, I just had a rough day and you know I'm really not into girls-"

"-I know! You don't need to keep rubbing it in my face!"

"I wasn't?!" Harry cried. Why was his world falling apart so quickly all of a sudden, it makes no good sense!

Ginny looked murderous, her normally kind features twisted into a woman Harry had never seen, nor met before. "I'm done with you Harry Potter."

Harry could do nothing but stare in complete and utter shock as Ginny pulled out her wand and yelled a spell he had never heard before. Sapphire magic hit him straight in the nose and the sound of a glass bottle smashing against the hard stone of the corridor echoed throughout Harry's mind. Harry only had a few moments to get his bearings before he was pushed backwards. His body smashed against one of the iron paned windows and broke it, sending shards of glass everywhere. This was not going to be good.

Ginny watched with a smirk as her prey was thrown out the window, her magic forcing him towards the Black Lake. Where he would surely meet his demise and be doomed to float around as a ghost, watching his friends die and being able to do nothing about it. What a perfect end for the savior, she thought happily. Nothing could bring her down from the cloud of pure pride that she was floating on, in fact not even the shocked gasp from down the hall seemed to have any effect on her in the slightest.

"Ginevra Weasley!"

Ginny sighed turning around to see the horrified face of Hermione Granger, a hand covering her mouth. "What in the name of the Merlin are you doing?"

"I don't need to answer to you." Ginny respond in a cold and emotionless tone that was sure to send shivers down the spy of the muggle-born witch in front of her. "My actions are my actions and mine alone."

Hermione's face twisted in pure anger and grief. "Ron! Why on earth would you let her do that?!"

Ginny turned to her brother, waiting to see what he would say. She actually didn't know the cause of his actions and was rather intrigued to hear them.

"Ginny was hurt by Potter-don't give me that look, he isn't my friend. He is rude and cruel, plus the git thinks that he runs the world!"

"Ronald Weasley, you know that isn't true! Harry hates the limelight! He has since he came into the Wizarding world!" Hermione cried, her too-large front teeth showing through her quivering lips.

"Oh shut up you stupid mudblood, don't try and defend Potter." Ron hissed, getting soft cackles in return to his harsh words from Ginny and Lavender.

They watched as tears fell from Hermione's eyes, her cheeks getting a faint blush from pure rage and sadness. It would have been heartbreaking to see. Hermione slowly stepped back and turned on her heels, running away-most likely to tell a Professor. No matter, thought Ginny, they will be too late to actually save their Golden Boy…

Shooting through the air was a rather new feeling when not on the back of a broom, Harry had decided. He frowned at the way the wind whooshed by in his ears and made it hard for his head to turn. The grounds of Hogwarts seemed so small to him, looking like the pieces to the large dollhouse his Aunt Petunia kept from her childhood.

Harry was finally getting a grip on his situation at hand when he splashed into ice-cold water. Darkness, endless darkness filled his mind as the water wrapped around him, pulling him deeper and deeper. He tried to kick, to get to the surface, but something was stopping him, something both physical and emotional. Harry knew it couldn't be just him wanting to not swim up-he was sure it wasn't so, what was going on?

That's when he heard it, a broken sound that reminded him far too much of horrible off-pitched singing. It was probably the worst Harry had ever heard, his mind screaming at him to turn it off, run away from it in better terms. He couldn't though, no matter how hard he tried, the song consumed him. His blurry eyes darted around, trying to find the cause of the noise.

That wasn't working well until the face of the most hideous creature came into view. It had small eyes positioned to the side of its face and bright green streaks of rotting skin making patterns along its cheeks. The only thing that seemed even remotely okay about this creature's appearance was its long black hair that seemed to twist and sway like a dance in the water.

She-or Harry assumed she was a she, slowly moved closer to him, her leathery tail flush up against his legs. He tried to push her away, not wanting anything to do with the creature. Sadly, she appeared to have some friends with her. They swam around him like a pod of sharks ready to go in for the kill. The creatures wrapped rotting seaweed around his legs, followed in suit by clams and pearls. Gross, just gross! They worked his jumper off and started tracking what Harry hoped was mud across his chest in strange patterns. TheThe leader, which was till wrapped around Harry made a clicking noise of approval before getting a little too close for comfort. Her lips came into view, rotting and chapped. The most disgusting pair of lips he had ever seen were so close to his by now, almost touching.
Out of nowhere the creature was pushed away by a bright silver blurr, her friends crying out in fear and swimming away. Harry twisted around, trying to free himself from the bindings they had placed around him. That was when he saw the silver blurr again, it was heading for him. Harry tried to swim away, finding it harder to do than before. His breath was almost out when a pair of soft, plush lips pressed against his. He let out a squeal of protest, eyes wide and shocked. The silver blur had just kissed him. How or why was still unable to be found at the moment so Harry just sat their like a goof-er, treaded water.

Almost as soon as they kiss happened, it ended. The silver blur pulled back and gripped Harry's hand, pulling him through the endless blackness without a word. And Harry let him, not sure why but he did. Somehow he trusted the silver blur, closing his eyes, he pondered this.

The sun was shining brightly when Harry opened his eyes. It warmed his face and wet clothes. Sitting up, he felt like he had just been hit by a truck, a rather big one at that. "W-what happened." he asked himself, rubbing his eyes behind the rims of his glasses.

"You almost drowned." A smooth voice answered him simply. And that's when Harry noticed the man lying in front of him, legs still in the water. He was possibly most attractive person Harry had ever seen: with high cheekbones and perfect skin it seemed as though he was an angel that had fallen from above. The man's silvery-grey eyes flickered with emotions Harry knew he could never hope to understand.

"I-Is that all?" Harry said, cringing at how dry and rough his voice sounded as he tried to add some humor. The man shook his head, letting out a small chuckle.

"I should hope so, you almost ended up like me." He winked at Harry, seeming to know what that kind of thing would do to him.

Harry looked at the ground, shaking his head at the slow blush that was forming across his cheeks. "And that's bad how?"

"You aren't free, trapped in the water. Those creatures that surrounded you are Siths: a form of Mer that live to turn unsuspecting humans into-well a form of Mer." He answered, shaking his head.

Harry looked at him, rather confused. He then shifted over, catching a flash of silver. The man had a tail, not legs. "You're a mermaid." He said stupidly.

"Technically I would be a merman." The man said, chucking softly. "But I'm not that kind of Mer. I'm a Siren."

"Oh…"

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Author's Note:

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