Harry Potter and the Lost Prince of Atlantis: A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to JK Rowling. I do not own any crossover references used in the story: all rights belong to their original creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.

Plot: Harry's always been fascinated with water: to him, it's like a whole other world filled with wonder, mystery and magic. He has no idea how right he is.

Author's Note: So, I found my ears pricking up and inspiration rising like the tides themselves; as a result, and some weird moments of thought and curiosity that refused to leave me alone, this story came together. So, as it says, this isn't a crossover with DC or anything else that it might hint at; this is solely HP and, aside from being an opportunity for some fun, I also think it'd be interesting to explore some classic ideas with some new twists, so here we go.

Anyway, as always, don't like, don't read.

Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to my good friends and loyal fans: my recommended reads are Harry Potter and the Revival of Soul Magic by AlphaPheonix, Harry Potter: The Prince of Atlantis by Tylanoid, Child of the Forest and the Ocean by Please Read my stuff, Child of the Storm and Ghosts of the Past by Nimbus Llewelyn, Oceana and Atlantis by StormyFireDragon and Saviour of Magic by Colt01

Key Pairing: Eventual Harry/Daphne

Other Pairings: To be determined

Normal Speech

'Thoughts'

'Mental Speech'

/Aquarian/

{Atlantean}

Chapter 1: See You, Suckers

Harry had always been fascinated with water.

From rain, sleet, snow and hail to the normal look of water running down a drain, out of a tap and even being flushed down the toilet, he had always found something oddly-comforting, soothing and free about water.

When he was having a bad day – which living with his family, was only on a day ending in the letter Y – Harry liked to close his eyes, drifting off to a place he only ever dreamed about…and yet, for some strange reason, he was sure it was a real place.

A place where water surrounded him on all sides, whilst pulling him down like he was nothing more than a little droplet, helpless and yet willing to surrender himself to the fast-flowing stream vanishing down the plughole. When he went down his plughole, he was in a place that was safe, secure and calm, surrounded by wonder and beauty and filled with life in ways he never really understood.

There, he was at peace.

There, in a way he couldn't quite understand, he was home…

Over time, however, the appeal of his happy place vanished as he grew up, surrounded by brutes, crazy people, disgusting relations and, worst of all, people who didn't seem to care whether he lived or died. To them, he wasn't part of the family or even someone they could call a friend; to them, he was a freak, an abomination and a little demon that should've died with his drunken parents in the car crash that killed them.

To them, the only thing he was, as far as they were concerned, was a servant, a slave and someone to vent their frustrations onto.

To them, he was nothing.

But what they didn't know, what Harry himself didn't know, even as he got to the point where he started to believe them, was that they were wrong!

And, on one fated day in the summer before Harry's eleventh birthday – which had always been a day on the calendar that nobody except Harry remembered – he found that out for himself.

And the tides turned in his favour…

All thanks to one randomly-convenient trip to the zoo.

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Harry couldn't believe his luck.

Not only did he somehow manage to find himself accompanying his family – the world's most-disgusting trio of ass-backwards human beings known as Vernon, Petunia and Dudley Dursley – to the zoo, but, so far, things seemed to be going in his favour.

First, he found himself being given a free t-shirt when Dudley complained it was tight on him and that everyone knew he was a small; then, at dinner, Harry got a free ice cream when he was sure he'd be forgotten, all because Dudley whined that his own wasn't big enough. After dinner, when a sudden rainstorm threatened to ruin their precious birthday boy's special day, the Dursleys rushed into the nearest attraction with Harry hot on their heels.

However, when he passed through the door to the attraction in question, which narrowly missed smacking him in the face because of how hard Dudley threw the door back after charging through it like a drunken, rabid bull on drugs, he found himself skidding to a halt as he stared in awe, wonder and no small amount of delight at his surroundings.

All around the room, in tanks of varying sizes and colours that differed depending on the settings for each individual creature's needs, were a series of fish and other aquatic creatures, each one swimming and living beneath the waves of the pools of water that made up their home.

Indeed, the whole Sea House – as Harry read on a nearby sign – was lit by a cool, mystifying blue light that shimmered and rippled on the walls, floors and ceilings, giving visiting tourists the impression that they themselves were under the sea. From somewhere overhead, a series of hidden speakers projected what sounded like whale song and the sounds of waves washing over the rocks, as well as the cries of seagulls and other birds of the briny deep.

As Harry walked into the exhibit, lost in his own sea of awe at the beauty and enchantment that seemed to take hold of the whole attraction, he just happened to notice his relatives running off towards the distant exit, with Piers Polkiss bringing up Dudley's rear as he cleared a path, but still, the sight wasn't unusual.

After all, Dudley got seasick, Vernon couldn't even swim and Petunia, for some reason Harry never knew had always been frightened of the watery depths of the seas and oceans of the world. She even feared going on boats on lakes and rivers while, once, Harry had a dim, but funny memory of a seagull snatching Dudley's hotdog right out of her hands.

Suffice to say, Petunia had needed sedation and an ambulance before she'd calmed down and, as he tended to do, Vernon had blamed Harry for making the beast attack his wife.

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So, seeing them run as fast as they could – the sight of which included seeing Dudley waddle like a drunken duck as he too tried to run, his face turning sickly as he actually believed he was underwater; he was even struggling to hold his breath, ignoring the bleeding obvious that came in the form of everyone else in the Sea House laughing, talking and even breathing freely; some of them were even laughing at Dudley's reaction to the room – was pretty funny, but Harry chose to ignore it.

Since the Dursleys hadn't even noticed him bringing up the rear, he chose to stay and enjoy his surroundings…at least, for now.

Moving from one tank to the other, Harry watched with an awed, happy look as he observed the forms and behaviour of many of the sea creatures, including plenty of fishes, crustaceans, reptiles, amphibians and all other creatures whose names Harry could have told you if you asked him.

He didn't know how or why, but when it came to animals, he always liked learning about those who made the water their homes.

As he wandered through the depths, however, his eyes widened when he caught sight of the newest exhibit in the Sea House.

When he saw it, his eyes widened with awe, wonder and what looked like a strong sense of attraction.

There, laid in a tank so deep that a set of nearby stairs led down to an underground observation room, was a large, orange-skinned creature with a bulbous body, which could've been described as arrow-shaped in its looks. Beneath the body, an octet of long, pale-coloured and very slimy-looking tentacles drifted lazily in the water while, every so often, Harry's eyes widened when he saw several suckers along the underside of the large creature's beautiful body. Swallowing hard as he eyed the creature in the tank, Harry looked to a nearby plaque, where he saw a little description that told him of how the creature was identified as a giant squid that had been rescued and brought to the zoo for preservation while it recovered from what looked like a nasty wound on one of its tentacles.

"Aww," whispered Harry, a part of him suddenly aware of how his heart turned cold in his chest as he looked from the wound back to the creature in the tank, "You poor thing; who would ever want to harm such a beautiful creature like you? And then bring you here where you're forced to lie there day after day, watching people look at you with their ugly faces."

That was when Harry's eyes widened with awed disbelief when the squid opened one of its eyes and, looking right at him with a bloodshot, but still clear-looking reddish-coloured eye, the giant cephalopod winked at him.

Gasping in shock, Harry gulped before, looking around warily, he asked, "C…Can…can you hear me?"

A few bubbles rose up from beneath the squid's resting place before, to Harry's wonder, the beautiful beast seemed to nod in response.

Swallowing hard, Harry bit his lower lip before he asked, "Do…do you…understand me?"

A few more bubbles rose up before Harry saw the squid nod again, though when he did so, the orange-skinned creature also seemed to bow its head to Harry, as though acknowledging him as someone worthy of its attention, or perhaps something else, Harry didn't know.

All he knew was the sound of his own voice as he whispered, "How?"

This time, the squid seemed to shift itself before, rising up out of the water, it revealed more of its body, though as it did so, Harry gasped when he heard a soft, eerily-haunting female voice speaking to him.

/Because I know who you are, Your Majesty./

As Harry swallowed in response, he looked around, but nobody else seemed to have noticed him talking to the squid; there also didn't seem to be anyone nearby who could've sounded as enchanting as the female voice who'd just spoken to him.

That left just one…weird possibility.

Looking back to the squid, Harry gulped before he whispered, "Did…did you…just call me…Majesty?"

/What would you prefer I call you, Little Prince?/

This time, there was no mistaking the voice.

As Harry heard it, he felt his heart grow warm while, at the same time, everything around him seemed to vanish into the abyss, leaving only him and his new friend, who extended a single tentacle to him as though it…she wanted to shake hands with the stunned young man.

Taking hold of the tip, Harry gulped before he whispered, "H…H…Harry….you…you can call me Harry…if you want."

/And you may call me Syrena,/ answered the female, her voice filling Harry's ears with a song that he'd never really heard before, and yet, with each word, the song grew in force until it filled him, flooding every corner of his mind with knowledge, pride and wonder.

Almost like he was back in his happy place, safe and content after so long.

"I…" whispered Harry, licking his lips nervously while he muttered, "I'm happy to meet you, Syr…"

SPLASH!

Suddenly, Harry didn't know when or how it had happened, exactly, but the next thing he knew, he was up to his neck in the dark, murky waters of the squid's habitat. At the same time, a familiar round of mocking, self-satisfied laughter sounded from behind him, belonging to both Dudley – who seemed to have made a miraculous recovery – and Piers, who high-fived his boss before he laughed as Harry splashed and flailed.

"Aw, don't cry, freaky: your new girlfriend looks hungry!"

As the weedy brat laughed at him, however, Harry felt something deep inside him stirring.

Something that, as weird enough as things were that day, only made it even weirder for him as he realised how unafraid he actually was. In fact, whether it was the water, the unusual creature nearby or just Harry's natural unnaturalness, he didn't know, but he actually felt pretty calm, content and, dare he think it, safe.

To the outrage of his attackers, he slowly stopped his floundering while, at the same time, his limbs went still and relaxed, as he let himself float there on the surface of the water, his emerald-green eyes filled with a look of personal liking that took in the sights around him.

As he went calm, Harry heard Dudley sneering, "Aw, he's not even putting up a fight: I knew we should have waited until we saw the whale show!"

"WHAT DO YOU THINK…" Began the voice of a nearby security guard, but before the speaker could finish addressing Dudley or Piers, his cry turned into one of alarm and surprise when, suddenly, the giant squid, Syrena, seemed to leap out of the tank, releasing a violent burst of squid ink, which flew over the faces and bodies of the two boys and the guard with them.

At the same time, Harry found himself able to move again, his relaxation now turning into something more!

When he did so, however, he swam so perfectly and calmly that he might as well have been swimming all his life; above him, he heard screams and cries of alarm, accompanied by a familiar slimy feeling rubbing against him, which, when he looked up, he saw to be Syrena, who was offering him a tentacle. Taking the tentacle, Harry gasped when he felt Syrena lift him out of the tank, setting him safely down next to her.

At the same time, Harry noticed two of her tentacles had become wrapped around Dudley and Piers.

In the case of the smaller of the two boys, he was practically smothered by the sucker-lined limb while Dudley was wrapped around his moon-sized midsection, which had the suckers pressed on him so hard that, judging by the pained look on the fat piglet's face, he might as well have been experiencing liposuction…painfully and still awake.

/You plankton DARE harm my prince?/ asked Syrena's mystical voice, though now, her musicalness was replaced by something cold, protective and, again, dare he think it, predatory as she hissed at the humans who'd thrown Harry into her habitat.

Regardless of the change, however, Harry was surprised to notice how, when he heard Syrena speaking to Dudley and Piers – both of whom just screamed as they saw a fierce beast attacking them – Harry gasped as the rest of things just filled themselves in.

She had done…whatever she had done for him! And all because he, somehow, her…her prince?

Him, Harry…he was…a prince?

/Maybe I should just have an early dinner!/ snarled Syrena.

This time, her words snapped Harry out of his reverie, at least, long enough for him to take hold of the tentacles holding Dudley and Piers in place and, looking to the beautiful beast who was shielding him from further harm, Harry whispered, "Don't…they'll just give you indigestion…just let them go, Syrena, they can't hurt me anymore."

/They WON'T hurt you anymore,/ hissed the cephalopod, earning a nod from Harry before he began stroking the wet, slimy skin of the squid's tentacles, as though trying to reassure her of that fact.

Looking once to him, Syrena let out a low, whining sort of noise – at least, that's what Harry heard – before she nodded in her strange way.

Seconds later, she began unravelling her tentacles from around the two humans, leaving Piers to hit the ground outside the enclosure while Dudley was left floundering in a thimbleful of water, as though he were a fish gasping for air on dry land, all the while keeping Harry safe within the coils of a third, which he then noticed was the one she'd been wounded on.

"You're hurt," said Harry sadly, earning a shushing sound from Syrena as she draped her tentacle around him like a scarf.

/I am well enough to take you away from them and back to your true home, little one,/ argued the squid, earning a sigh from Harry.

If today could get any weirder, he welcomed it to try, especially with how he just nodded before he said, "All right…but let's go before they make things worse."

The next thing he knew, Harry didn't know how it happened, but suddenly, his world became enveloped in water, just like his happy place, and, the next thing he knew, he was gone from the Sea House.

More-importantly, he was gone from the Dursleys.

Where he was going?

He didn't know.

Did he care?

No…

So, a weird start, right? It looks like our hero's a lot more than he thinks he knows he is, but what is the truth and what are the lies?

Why did Syrena call him her prince and what does she mean take him back to his true home?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: Life's a beach…as Harry discovers when Syrena's strange help comes with revelations and weird thoughts turned real; also, our hero gets a very big surprise that will change everything for him;

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AN: Portrayal

Syrena – voice: Scarlett Johansson

(When writing those lines of hers, I had SJ's role as Kaa in my head; the eeriness of the voice…talk about chills)