"Sereia!"

Sebastian screamed as the siren fell to the floor.

"Leave her." Overton replied.

Sebastian didn't seem to listen as he ran to her side, kneeling next to her. Sereia hissed and heaved in pain.

"You'll pay for this." Sebastian looked to overton, hate in his eyes and he flung his wand back.

"AVADA-" "No!" Sereia said through gasps.

"Get the song." She added.

"Don't' listen to her, boy, you're better than that." Overton continued. "Better yet, you should join me." He continued. "Be a smart young man, you could do much for wizard kind. And you already know the killing curse, I could teach you more."

Sebastian liked the idea of expanding on his knowledge of dark magic but he would not do it if it meant leaving Sereia or sentencing her to death.

"You could be great." Sebastian stepped closer to Overton. Sereia looked at him through her pain. She couldn't believe this.

"Sebastian?"

He looked down at her. His eyes searched hers for a moment and then he winked.

"What are you-" Another cry of pain fell from her lips and her eyes screwed shut. Sebastian had to look away.

"If I help you... will you spare her?" He asked, gesturing down to Sereia. Overton seemed to think about it.

"She will be without pain." He said and Sebastian took another step closer to him.

"There you are, smart boy." Overton continued. Sebastian took another step. He acted so fast that Overton didn't have a second to think.

"ACCIO!"

He had pulled out his wand and summoned the siren song pearl from Overton's unsuspecting hand.

"Sereia!"

He ran to her and tossed the pearl to her.

"No!" Overton shouted and wond his wand back over his head to fire another spell.

"Confringo!"

He shouted and sent a ball of fire to the pearl which shattered the second the fire hit it. Overton grinned in victory for he thought he had won.

"There." he said. "Now, no one can have it." He said. But truly, he had not destroyed the siren song. He had set it free.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

At the destruction of the pearl, Sereia's vision went white. She could hear the ocean in her ears, louder than ever before and among the churning of the waves she could hear a song, a dangerous and beautiful one. Filled with notes of the minor key and diminished chords. Her song. Her siren song.

"Sereia,"

It was that voice. That same one she had heard at the bottom of the lake. She looked around and in the white of her vision cleared just enough for her to see her, the same woman as before. Her eyes were so familiar but the rest of her was impossible.

Her hair wasn't hair, but rather a cascade of waves down her back. Her skin was like sand and shells and barnacles speckled her flesh like freckles.

"Who are you?" I asked. She smiled. "You already know me." "I do?" She nodded.

"Are you... are you the ocean?" She laughed.

"Well, most call me mother ocean, but to put it simply, yes, I am." I couldn't understand it.

"Where are we?" "We aren't really anywhere. I am far away and you are still with your friend fighting against Overton."

"Am I asleep?" "I suppose?"

"Is this all happening inside my head?" "In a way, yes, but that does not make it any less real."

"Why are you here, talking to me?" "You have regained your song, Sereia, renewing your serenity." "What does that mean, exactly?" "you are a full fledged siren. Before you were a siren who couldn't sing, who missed parts of your identity, but now you have regained them. Now you may feel."

"Feel?" She smiled.

"Surely you have noticed that you cannot feel things the way you used to? Your emotions seem diluted almost?"

Sereia hesitated. She had noticed a strange feeling in her chest every time Sebastian gave her a look or complimented her. And the feeling was distant everytime, like it was almost muted. Now that she really thought about it, Sereia hadn't been feeling any emotions at all really. She nodded.

"Here, child, take my hand." Mother ocean extended her sandy fingers to her. Sereia reached out and where she expected to feel the skin of her fingers she felt the course texture of sand.

"Close your eyes." Sereia's blue eyes fluttered shut as she listened to the sound of the ocean.

"And feel."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Memories flooded Sereia's mind.

Once grey, now filled with color. She could see a memory of her with her mother in the kitchen of their shack back on the island. They made butter milk biscuits together. The dough was rolled before them and flower covered both Sereia and her mother. Sereia used a drinking glass to cut out another biscuit and drop it onto the greased cooking sheet. Her mother smiled and encouraged her with a hand on her shoulder. The memory faded from that one to another.

She was with her father now on a stormy night, she clung to his leg in fear as the storm raged on outside of their home and thunder rumbled across the plains. Her father leaned down and soothed her, a worried child.

Then, there she was with wonder and curiosity as she studied a willet for the first time as it scoured the shoreline of the sound for food. Her blue eyes glimmered with curiosity as she watched it from a far and began to sketch down its form with willow charcoal, the first of many.

There was the pain of the betrayal of Woodlyn and the feeling of hurt as she cried in her room, now empty and alone.

And finally there was a memory with sebastian. When he kissed her forehead not too long ago. She felt it, for the first time. Love. it warmed her in a way she had never felt before.

Sereia, once dormant, was now alive. She could hear the distant shouts of spells being thrown around and she remembered Sebastian and Overton, they must be interlocked in wizarding warfare by now. She knew what she had to do. It was time to wake up.