Nearly six years have passed since Shantae woke to find Harry Potter on her front doorstep, but Scuttle Town had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same pleasant beach and the same wooden bridge and lit up Shantae's home; it crept into her living room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Shantae had heard that fateful news report about the owls. Only a few things really showed how much time had passed. Six years ago, there had been lots of comic strips of what looked like a funny little street rat evading many brash palace guards wielding scimitars – but Shantae was no longer alone, and now the walls showed drawings of a small black-haired boy reading a book for the first time, flying ten feet in the air, playing a concentration game with his uncle, being hugged and kissed by his mother.
In the room above the main in the lighthouse, Harry Potter was asleep at the moment, but not for long. Shantae was awake and it was her lively voice that made the first noise of the day.
"Harry! Wake up! It's time for breakfast!"
Harry woke with a start. Shantae lay her hand on his chest again.
"Oh, good, you're awake!" she said. Harry heard her climb down the pole to the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the cooker. He tried to remember the dream he had been having. It had been a good one. There had been a flying motorbike in it. He had a funny feeling he'd had the same dream before.
Harry got slowly out of bed and started looking for socks and his shoes. He found a pair under his bed and put them on.
When he was dressed, he went down the hall into the kitchen. The table was made of wood with plates and silverware ready. It looked as though despite the house looking strange on the outside, there was no reason it couldn't look nice on the inside. Harry didn't look at it, but he was very fast.
Perhaps it had something to do with living in a lighthouse, but Harry had always been small and skinny for his age. He looked even smaller and skinnier than he really was because all he had to wear were clothes that Shantae provided her with. Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair, and bright green eyes. He wore round glasses because Harry's eyesight wasn't perfect. The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning. He had had it as long as he could remember, and the first question he could ever remember asking Shantae was how he had gotten it.
"I'm not sure if I'm the right person to tell you," she had said. "But someone's got to."
The moment Harry entered the kitchen was when Shantae was turning over the bacon.
"Morning, Miss Shantae!" said Harry, yawning a bit.
Shantae was very happy to see him awake and ready for the new day. Now she was frying eggs by the time Harry washed his hands and flattened his hair as best he could. He noticed Shantae working hard just as he had finished. She had tanned skin, pointy ears, watery blue eyes, and long purple hair that was in a very high, long ponytail. Shantae often says that Harry looked like a baby angel-Harry often said that Shantae looked like a tall elf.
Shantae put the plates of egg and bacon on the table, where Harry was anxious to eat. As they ate, Harry wolfed down his bacon a bit quickly as it seemed. He suddenly felt a small pain in his stomach.
"Are you all right?" Shantae asked, concerned. "That's why we don't eat too fast."
"I... I don't like having a tummy ache..." Harry sniffled.
"It'll pass, kiddo." She reassured him with a hug and a kiss on his head to hope to make him feel better. He hoped it would pass, but a sharp, hot pain shot across the scar on Harry's forehead.
"Ouch!" Harry clapped a hand to his head.
"What is it?" asked Shantae.
The pain had gone as quickly as it had come. Shantae gave a closer look at the lighting bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.
"That scar..." she thought, "That burning pain and the reason for it is more complicated than I thought...
All of a sudden, a loud crash came from outside the lighthouse just at the harbor.
Harry screamed as he jumped to his feet and screamed in fright. Something was attacking the lighthouse for no reason!
Shantae looked out the window to see what it was, and to her annoyance, the source of the loud crash outside had been a giant pirate ship! A look of anger spread across her face and rushed out of the lighthouse to stand against the pirate ship to face its captain and their cronies. Harry stayed close right behind her back but was afraid to see what the source of the crash was.
On the ship's front bow stood a woman with her arms crossed. She had very light purple skin, an hourglass figure, a large red and purple bicorn hat with a skull symbol, long purple hair in a tight bun under a red and white bandana. She has a purple necklace with a gold pendant around her neck, a top that looks like the upper half of a skull, deep purple pants lined with a white rim that looks like a jaw bone, a belt which holds a scimitar and a pistol. She had yellow eyes that gave a very evil, twisted look.
"Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho!" laughed the ferocious woman.
"Risky Boots!" Shantae shouted, pointing at the lady pirate. "You are JUST too predictable!"
"In the flesh," Risky Boots replied. "I heard all the rumors spreading through the land about some puny little brat, and whatever it may be, if it's true, I want his secrets!"
Harry's heart hammered, thinking the ferocious pirate was talking about him, but Shantae was one to hold her ground.
"Don't call him that!" she scolded whilst guarding Harry well. "I don't know what you're talking about, but you're not taking him from me! After what you did to me and the Genie Realm, I will not let you grab one hair on this boy's head!"
"I'm surprised you remember all the things you did to me before," Risky Boots smirked, "But that's no reason to get back at you and seize a new source of MAGIC that comes from someone that has been the source of mere rumors being swapped by Muggles!"
She turned to her minions, who were black monsters with yellow eyes, red pants, matching bandanas, and carried curved swords. "Men! Seize the boy!" she ordered.
The little beasts jumped off the ship and slowly started making for Harry, who crouched terrified behind Shantae, but she leaned back, and then forward again, and her long purple hair struck the pirate monsters out of the path, and into the water. Her hair was so powerful that it hit the pirates hard enough to knock them off their feet.
Risky Boots was outraged. "Idiots!" she croaked. "Time to settle this the hard way!"
She leaped high into the air and landed hard onto the island, drew her sword and pistol, and started making her way towards Harry.
"I want—" she began but Harry, in a spiral of fear, felt his eyes twitch, and his scar burning on his forehead again.
Risky Boots lifted into the air, dropping her sword and gun as she spun and flipped uncontrollably. Shantae could not believe what she had seen! She was flying out of her own control, she rose about five feet up at maximum, and with a scream, she landed straight into the water. She rose, hardly able to swim, and coughed out water.
"Men!" She shouted finally. "Ready my ship! We are leaving!" The little pirates all moved out into the water as she struggled to get back onto the sand, but they all picked her up and launched her hard and she landed onto her ship's deck to her anger of being picked up and thrown like that. "This isn't over, Harry Potter!" she shouted in fury. "When I come back to find you, you are mine! FORWARD!"
Her ship moved away at once.
Harry sat rooted to the spot. He had been threatened to be taken and held prisoner by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been told he used MAGIC. He was frightened. He burst into tears, jumped to his feet, and ran back inside to the lighthouse, and Shantae followed suit.
Harry lay in Shantae's arms much later, wishing he understood what happened outside as Shantae did her absolute best to try and comfort him. He thought it was an accident, and he couldn't be sure if Risky Boots was right about magic. He was hoping he was imagining things because even if he was, he couldn't risk going back outside to explore in the sun.
He lived with Shantae for six years, as long as he could remember, ever since he'd been a baby and his parents had died right before his eyes. He couldn't remember when his parents had died. Sometimes, when he strained his memory during long hours at home, he came up with a strange vision: a blinding flash of green light and burning pain on his forehead. This, he supposed, was the day they died, though he couldn't imagine where all the green light came from. He couldn't remember his parents at all. Shantae was unsure of how to speak about them. There were no talks about them in the house, but in the marketplace, there were only rumors.
When he had been younger, Harry had dreamed and dreamed of some unknown relation coming to take him away, but it had never happened; the Dursleys were his only family as some would believe in other parts of the world. Yet sometimes he thought (or maybe hoped) that strangers in the street seemed to know him. Very strange strangers they were, too. A perky zombie girl had bowed to him once while out for a walk with Shantae. After introducing Harry to her, Shantae had joined the two to go for a bite to eat afterward. A boy with a long yellow headband had waved merrily at him once at a training ground. A sleek blond girl with a long purple hood and a great giant bird had actually shaken his hand in the street the other day and then took him out a ride on her giant bird, Wrench. The weirdest thing about all these people was the way they seemed to want to get to know harry even better the second Harry met them.
At school though, Harry was shy and nervous around everyone. Everybody knew who that Harry Potter was thanks to his round glasses and lightning bolt scar, and Shantae disliked to think what Risky Boots wanted to know and have about him.