*Harry's P.O.V*
I sat and looked out my bed from window. it was beautiful. the sun setting, an orange ball of fire slowly sinking behind the azure water, casting a reflection. The sky was all shades of pink, orange and yellow. I walked across the cozy room and down the hall into the kitchen. it was a really nice place to get away. The boys and I needed to escape the busy streets of London. the kitchen was buttercup yellow, gauzy white curtains grazed the floor, drifting in the salty breeze. a grayish table and chairs sat in a corner, made by what looks like driftwood. numerous white cupboards lined the walls, along with shelves stalked with starfish, shells, and many stunning photographs. there was one that caught my eye. it was of a human head,sticking out of the water from a distance, a female, I assumed as it had long, flowing hair. the strange thing was, there was a large fin sticking out of water, fairly close to the female. I was mesmerized by it. Trying to find some way to explain it. I sighed and walked out the screen door, carelessly left open, to a deck made by a similar material to the table. The house was a grayish-powder-blue colour. the front door was a bold fiery red, a major contrast to the soothing blue of the cottage. they balanced each other out though, like fire and water. I grabbed a towel hanging from the railing and sauntered down, closer to the water, enjoying the feeling of sand between my toes. I layed the towel out and took a big rock, placing it on the corner, as not to lose it to the wind. I stripped my shirt off and paced down to the waters edge. it washed over my feet. It was surprisingly warm. I took a step, and another step, and another step, until I was up to mid-thigh. I took a deep breathe and dove in, feeling the cool water rush over my warm skin. it was one of my favorite sensations. I came up for breathe, much to my disappointment. I gulped in the oxygen. if there was oxygen in water, why couldn't humans have been built with lungs capable of separating everything else in water from the oxygen, so we could live underwater? I looked around, I was up to just below my shoulders now. I noticed a large rock, breaking the surface of the waves. I smiled and plunged back into the water, swimming to the rock. when I got there, I hauled myself upon it, discovering many clusters of starfish. ranging from ones the size of my smallest finger-nail, to ones bigger than my face. I was amazed by all the different colour they held. purples, pinks, blues, and greens. some were orange, and even a few yellow ones. then I saw a shell. it had no reason being here. it was a perfectly clean shell. I picked it up, only to discover something in it. I opened the light blue casing. there was a charm. it was made of a dark silver metal, the held swirls of teal and white. it was an oval shape, not very big. and it had a picture of a mermaid, sitting on a rock, combing her long, hair. I frowned a little, who would have this, let alone leave it here? a local maybe? a surfer? both seemed like good options, but neither of the, seemed right. and the colour of the shell, and the condition, it was probably a priced possession. but if it was so special, why would it be out here? I was asking too many questions. I gently closed the shell, putting it down. I unhooked the chain from around my neck, containing a paper airplane pendant. I slid the other charm into it and put it back on. then i grabbed the shell and hopped back into the water, bound for land.
