Harry Potter:Blood

Harry landed listlessly on the sand at the bottom of the mammoth tank, he tried in desperation to sit up and view his surroundings, but the way his new body worked made that task next to impossible.

Harry settled for leaning on his elbows, his new tail lying limp and useless.

Harry glanced up slowly when he heard a tapping noise and looked out to see the blurry image of Voldemort peering at him through the thin magical glass.

"It won't work until you learn how to use it, but don't worry Potter, you have plenty of time to practise, and Merrow have been known to live for up to two thousand years!"

The Dark Lord smirked as Harry glared at him and tried to flip himself over onto his belly, giving up after a few minutes he fell onto his back, kicking up the soft sand and making the water hazy.

Harry lay there for what felt like hours, as he sat there contemplating his fate, he began to cry, for the second time since he had arrived he began to sob, unfamiliar silver tears streamed from his eyes, leaving whirling patterns in the surrounding water.

Would the order find him in time? What if the transformation could not be reversed? What if he never left this awful tank for the rest of his life! Thoughts spun around Harry's head in a painful torrent.

Much Later Voldemort had put out his fire with a quick spell and casually retired to his bedchamber for a few hours.

Suddenly there was movement in the water, Harry ceased his sobbing immediately and began to frantically search the tank with his eyes, was something else in here with him?

A familiar blonde head appeared in the water above Harry's, a long whine which he easily translated rent the water.

"Potter?" Asked the blonde, his short hair fanning above his head towards the surface of the tank.

"Malfoy? What the hell?" replied Harry in a whine of his own.

"Looks like he got you too huh?" Malfoy laughed a dolphin-like chittering issuing from his lips.

Harry propped himself up on one elbow and took a long hard look at the Malfoy heir.

Where he once had legs, the former Slytherin now had a long beautiful silvery blue tail that was slightly longer than Harry's and didn't have a yellow streak down the middle.

"He made you a Merrow as well?" Harry gawped. "Why don't you have yellow on your tail?"

"Because Potter, I am a dominant Merrow!" Draco flicked his tail in such a way that it sent a warm current of water into Harry's face and with it an intriguing scent.

The Clock in Voldemort's study, suddenly chimed the hour of midnight.

"Shh come on follow me, we have to get to the cave before the death eaters come back from their raid!" Draco flipped a loop-de-loop and was about to swim away when he realised that Potter wasn't following him.

"Come on Potter! Damn it"

"I can't use this bloody tail! I've only had it since this morning" Harry snapped.

Draco put his finger to his chin before hooking his hands under Harry's arms and swimming into the cave at top speed.

Harry gasped slightly at the sensation of Draco's tail rubbing against his own as he swam, dragging the new Merrow along with him.

All too soon they arrived at a small fake cave at one end of the huge tank.

Harry was dragged inside and dumped unceremoniously on a double bed in the shape of a scallop shell.

Harry looked around, the cave was small and made up of one large room with the scallop bed and several shelf-like surfaces drilled into the walls. .

There was an enclosed magical light above Harry's head that bathed the underwater homestead in a warm glow, Harry noticed Draco busying himself at one of the shelves, he then turned to Harry passing him a large conch shell filled with something green and slimy looking.

"What's this?" Harry asked as he watched Draco scoop some into his mouth with his fingers and chew as he sat on the bed, curling his tail around himself.

"Seaweed" Draco said between mouthfuls, all Malfoy etiquette thrown out of the window.

"It's quite nice Potter, It's a Merrow delicacy 'pacific' Seaweed" Draco stared at Harry in a way that made him feel slightly nervous and uneasy.

The brunette scooped some of the seaweed out of the shell and was surprised to find it quite hot! He let it cool before slowly chewing on a small piece.

It wasn't bad actually; it tasted remarkably like..

"Baked Potato,with butter!" Harry gasped aloud.

Malfoy nodded with a smirk as Harry swallowed his last piece before managing to sit himself up with Draco's help.

"How long have you been here Malfoy?" Harry asked quietly.

"For Merlin's sake call me Draco, Harry, you might as well with what we'll have to do together, and to answer your question, about 6 or 7 months, the days kind of run together when you are underwater"

"But I don't understand, what exactly is old snake face trying to pull here? Has he said anything to you lately?"

"He could talk all he wanted, it's not like I could understand a damn word of it!"

"What do you mean Draco? Voldemort was ranting at me this morning!" Harry sighed in frustration.

"Yes, that's because he cast a spell to allow you to understand him, once it slowly wears of, it all sounds like human gobbledygook! You can't even lip-read it!" The blonde laughed bitterly.

"What! why!" Bellowed the brunette Merrow.

"Because we are Merrow, and Merrows have a complex aquatic language like that of a whale or a dolphin.

Our ears and brains work differently now so how the hell are we expected to converse with terrians..erm..land people without the spell?" sighed the blonde.

Harry clenched his fists in anger "Well cast the bloody spell then!"

"Even if I did have a wand I couldn't do it! We aren't fucking wizards anymore Potter you have to deal with that..I have!" growled Draco.

Harry turned away from the angry Slytherin and stared at his webbed hands.

Draco touched his arm and Harry turned to look into the former slytherins cool grey eyes.

"When they brought me here I raged, raged with all my might at what they had done to me, I was a pureblood wizard! I screamed and beat at the glass, my own father knows I am here Potter! He put me here himself.

You have to accept what you have become! A freak in voldemort's sideshow.

He will breed us like the animals we are and sell our rare offspring to the highest bidder in order to fund his stupid war and neither Dumbledore nor the Order can do a bloody thing!" Draco threw his shell at the cave wall where it merely bounced of it gently and sank to the ground.

"Can't even have a good tantrum!" Draco said defeated.

"Dr..Draco why did your father put up posters all around Hogsmeade for your safe return if he knew you where here all along?" asked Harry.

"He did? How very Slytherin of him, play the innocent grieving father so that no one would suspect he would turn his own son onto a…a thing and hand him over to the dark lord! And as for the reward? Well, it's not like anyone can claim it can they? Unless they manage to rescue me from here!"

"I'm really sorry for all this Draco" said Harry solemnly.

"Sorry for what? Voldemort, the war, my parents? As if it's even your fault Potter you dolt!"

"Drakiepooo!" There was a sudden shrieking cackle from above that broke the conversation.

"We have more pressing worries!" Draco stared horrified into Harry's eyes "Aunt Bellatrix is in the mood for fishing!"