Not a very exciting chapter, sorry. The rest of it will be out shortly. Maybe tomorrow
Thank yous to Jayde Alyxandre, , angelkitty77, and midnights shadow 13
Valgal37: Harry will not be in a romantic relationship. Sorry
Slytherin Mistress 1: Thanks for reviewing. This was supposed to be the chapter where people started interacting more, but that didn't exactly work out. I'm working on it though.
Giosseppe: Thanks and I completely forgot about charms and transfiguration so thanks again for reminding me, I will fix it.
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.
Down. Into the water. So deep that the light of the dryworld was barely visible. He didn't need the light to see. He once again felt his skin modifying itself for its new environment, but it didn't feel new. For the first time since he first came to Hogwarts, he felt as if he was coming home not entering a strange new place. The water was not warm nor cold, it was more like he was swimming through air. For a while, he just drifted, reveling in the feeling of freedom. The weight on his shoulders lifted and now that he was in the water, he felt as if the song was vibrating around him. He followed the source even further into the lake.
There, floating in the lake was a city. The buildings sparkled and Harry could see outlines of movement and people. He swam to the gates of the city. Merpeople were gathering from every which way. All were singing the song:
Vois sur ton chemin
Gamins oubliés égarés
Donne leur la main
Pour les mener
Vers d'autres lendemains
It was a foreign language, but Harry found himself swaying to the song and learning the words. He followed the flow of people. They were all heading towards the edge of the city.
Sens au coeur de la nuit
L'onde d'espoir
Ardeur de la vie
Sentier de gloire
Long before he got to the edge of the city, he saw the Gate. It was a large ring. It was covered in seaweed, seashells and jewels. The amazing thing was that the water on the other side of the Gate was not the same as the rest of the lake. The people of the city were gathering around the Gate just like Harry had seen people do during parades on the TV.
Bonheurs enfantins
Trop vite oubliés effacés
Une lumière dorée brille sans fin
Tout au bout du chemin
Parents were holding the hands of their children, so Harry took the time to examine them. They seemed just as exotic as he had thought them to be during the second task, though not as frightening when they weren't threatening to kill him. They were beautiful. Everyone had long hair that flowed behind them when they moved. Their tails were colors ranging from cerulean blue to bright sunshine to his own emerald green. Watching the procession of people was like watching a dancing rainbow.
Sens au coeur de la nuit
L'onde d'espoir
Ardeur de la vie
Sentier de la gloire
Harry stood in the crowd, listening to the cheers. Through the Gate came another procession of people. In the center, was the woman in his dream. She was even more beautiful in real life. Her tail was a frosty green and her hair was a sand gold. She smiled to the people and they cheered for her. She joined in the ending of the song
Sens au coeur de la nuit
L'onde d'espoir
Ardeur de la vie
Sentier de la gloire
Everyone surged forward to talk to the woman. Harry didn't even know her name. He watched and listened to her talking with everyone; she called them each by name and talked as if they were all old friends. They probably were.
She looked at him and smiled, heading his way. Up close she looked about middle aged, he could see the faint laugh lines on her cheeks and crow's feet by her eyes. She spoke.
"Hello, my child. Follow, this is a conversation worth sitting for."
He followed her. None of the others followed them, returning to their business and gathering for feasts and celebration.
They walked until they reached one of the many houses. She opened the door and motioned for him to enter. In a small livingroom there were soft, cushioned chairs. They sat and faced eachother.
"Well, I guess I should start with introducing myself. I am Adel Jemse and I am your great-grandmother."
Harry was not shocked that she was related to him, but that she knew that they were related.
"I'm Harry Potter, but how do you know that we're really related?"
Adel smiled at him, "I know because you are the mirror image of your mother, except your hair which I am assuming came from your father."
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.
(1) the song is Vois Sur Ton Chemin from Les Chorists.
translation
--
See on your way
Kids forgotten lost
Give them the hand
For lead
To other tomorrow
Meaning in the heart of the night
The wave of hope
Ardor of life
Path to glory
Childish happiness
Too soon forgotten erased
A golden light shines without end
At the end of the road
Meaning in the heart of the night
The wave of hope
Ardor of life
Path to glory
Meaning in the heart of the night
The wave of hope
Ardor of life
Path to glory
