Harry Potter:Blood

Harry gasped as the cool water poured over his transformed body, the large slitted gills on Harry's sides rippled in an effort to breathe and Harry winced at the strange sensations.

Nott lifted the struggling Harry and threw him on the soggy bed.

"Don't worry, you'll be in your tank soon enough" and with a righteous laugh Nott left the room.

Harry, lay on his back and sobbed, why was Voldemort doing this to him, death would be better than this, anything would be better than not being a wizard anymore.

Harry sighed and wiped his cheeks with the back of a pale webbed hand, he decided he wouldn't cry he would plan an escape.

Harry pulled himself into an almost sitting position by gripping the wood of the four post and heaving himself up, he stared down at what used to be a perfectly good pair of human legs.

He tentatively reached out and touched the green shimmering scales that covered his lower half.

The scaly tail began just below his navel and tapered off at a point far below where his human feet would be, it then flared out into an enormous gossamer tail fin that hung down off the end of the bed.

All together Harry assumed he must have measured at least 8 feet in length from head to tail.

Harry continued his ministrations easing his hands across his new appendage and feeling every inch of it, he noticed a thin yellowish stripe running from his navel to the beginning of his fins, he stroked a finger along it and jumped at its pleasurable sensitivity.

Sighing in a way that made his gills move in and out harshly, Harry brought his hands up to his face and having no reflective surface to look in, he began to feel for changes.

He noticed his ears and canines were pointed and when he pulled a chunk of his fringe in front of his eyes he noticed how his hair had turned from black into darkest green.

Harry lay back and closed his eyes, he hadn't been lying there long when the chamber door burst open and the ugly old witch and Nott stormed in.

"Pick the boy up Nott, and don't give me that bullshit about him being too slippery." Said the white haired sorceress.

"But Evelda can't we use a bloody weightless charm?" asked Nott as he lifted Harry bridal style and grimaced at the wet slimy feel of Harry's tail.

Harry merely scowled at them both; he was powerless on the bed and figured he'd have more movement wherever they were taking him.

"You know we can't use human magic or potions on Merrows you idiot! It can kill them!" Said Evelda, she caught the shock and panic in Harry's face and smirked.

"That's right little Merrow, there's no way back" She sneered.

Harry's heart sank like a stone, even if he managed to somehow escape and make it back to Hogwarts, no one would be able to turn him back, Not the Order not Dumbledore, No one.

Harry closed his eyes as he was carried down the long, dark and dusty corridors of what he presumed must be Riddle manor, he was forced to wrap his arms around Nott's neck to prevent himself slipping to the marble floor.

"Harry! So nice of you to join me in my study" said a cold voice.

Harry's eyes shot open to see Voldemort standing near a blazing fire smoking a pipe, swirls of white smoke turned in the air above him, his pale snake-like face illuminated in the orange flames.

"I do hope you like your new home" Voldemort said as he clicked his fingers and behind him an enormous water tank lit up, its glass front was floor to ceiling and wall to wall, like some home version of a Seaworld exhibit.

Harry noticed that the top of the tank went through the ceiling leading to where? he didn't know.

The tank itself seemed quite narrow and when Harry squinted through it he could see another room on the other side.

Various fish and eels seemed to be swimming inside and in the bottom left hand corner there sat what could only be described as a fairly large, stone cave-like structure surrounded by various types of seaweed. The bottom of the tank was coated in pale sand that swirled with the slight currents.

"I think its time to explain a little bit about what I have made you" Harry's eyes snapped back to Voldemort as he spoke, Nott sat in a chair with Harry on his lap and the old witch Evelda sat on another.

Voldemort walked over to his bookshelf and pulled out a small thin tome, he opened it at a marked page and slowly began to read.

Merrow (from Gaelic murúch) or Murroughis the Scottish and Irish Fresh-Water equivalent of the Mermaid and Mermen of other cultures.

"Such as the delightfully ugly Salt-water Merpeople that live in the Black Lake" said Voldemort with a raised eye-brow

These beings where said to appear as human from the waist up but have the body of a fish from the waist down. They were thought to have gentle, modest, affectionate and benevolent dispositions.

There are other names pertaining to them in Gaelic: Muir-gheilt, Samhghubha, and Muidhuachán. They had been around for millennia according to the Bardic chroniclers, but died out from diseases brought when the Mileisans first landed on Irish shores.

Merrow-maidens and Suire (Male child bearers noticeable by their yellow striping) where reputed to lure young men to follow them beneath the waves where afterwards they lived in an enchanted state.

Merrows had an innate language called Druith that enabled them to speak clearly beneath the waves. Though no surviving example of this language exists.

Male Merrow often mated for life and commonly to another Merrow be they Merrow-Maiden or Suire.

Unlike most mer-creatures Merrow gave birth to live young rather than laying eggs.

The Merrow had soft white webs between their fingers and green or flaxen hair of varying shades. Some Mariners still state that they can hear Merrow Music coming from beneath the waves.

Voldemort snapped the book shut and Harry was brought out of his reverie.

"So you see I had to have you, the rarest species of them all and the last on my list of collectables." Voldemort smiled devilishly.

The Dark Lord pulled open the curtains on the huge windows and Harry gasped at what he saw, a huge clearing filled with different animal pens was set up on the buildings grounds.

Two Centaurs, male and female trotted into their pen; they hugged and kissed as two centaur foals trotted around their feet. Harry couldn't see what was in the other pens but he caught site of an Avery which seemed to hold two winged boys.

"You're fucking insane!" Harry shouted but it came out as a whale-like chittering moan.

Fuck thought Harry as he wiggled in Nott's lap, the heat from the fire was really starting to get to him and he could feel the scales on his tail painfully drying up.

Voldemort stroked the side of Harry's face and gestured for Nott to stand, Harry had to hold on for dear life as Nott vaulted to his feet.

"Our new addition is getting a little dry" Said Voldemort.

"Put him in the tank Nott, do you think you can manage such a task?" Voldemort snapped before leaving the room in a swirl of robes.

Nott carried Harry up a set of winding stairs to a door that opened onto a low level roof, the cool air caused Harry to gasp and he looked down to see the rippling waters at the top of the tank beneath him.

"Nothing to say for yourself before you go home Harry?" asked Evelda.

"Fuck you!" Harry shouted with a glare, again nothing but a set of clicks and moans came out of his mouth.

"Did you here that Evelda? He said 'put me down'" Nott Laughed and dropped Harry into the water with an almighty splash, Harry's head bowed as he slowly sank to the bottom.