The waters of the deep ocean shimmered with an eerie light, casting strange reflections in Ursula's lair. The wicked sea witch hovered over her cauldron, her piercing eyes fixed on the bubble that showed Uma and Harry  in the water at the lagoon

"Nice work, boys," Ursula muttered, her voice a dangerous rasp. "That was a close one. Too close." Her lips curled into a sneer, watching Uma and Harry's growing closeness. "The little tramp! Oh, she's better than I thought. At this rate, he'll be kissing her by sunset for sure."

Her words dripped with venom, each syllable laced with envy and hatred. Her tentacles flexed and twisted as she swam toward a cluttered shelf in the corner of the cave. Without care, she knocked over jars and vials of mystical ingredients, their contents spilling into the water. But Ursula didn't care. Her mind was focused on one thing: regaining control of the situation.

"Well, it's time Ursula took matters into her own tentacles!" she declared with a wicked grin, her voice echoing off the dark, rocky walls.

With swift and deliberate motions, she grabbed a handful of enchanted ingredients—rare seaweed, the glowing scales of a deep-sea dragonfish, and a swirl of black sand from the ocean's abyss. She threw them into her cauldron with a ferocious force, causing purple and pink smoke to erupt and swirl in thick plumes. The water around her hissed and bubbled, turning darker and more menacing with every passing second.

Her fingers curled around the shell necklace she wore, and a malicious gleam sparked in her eyes. "Atlantica will be mine," she hissed, her voice lowering into a dangerous whisper. "And then I'll make Triton writhe. I'll see him wriggle like a worm on a hook!"

The laughter that followed was maniacal, a sound that echoed through the murky waters. Ursula’s hulking form began to shift, her body shrinking as her skin took on the appearance of a human. Tentacles receded, replaced by long, graceful legs, her complexion softening into a pale glow. In a burst of golden light, Ursula had transformed, her once deep voice now silky and smooth. She opened her mouth, and the sweet, haunting melody of Uma’s voice drifted from her lips.

With a final cackle, Ursula vanished into the dark water, leaving only swirling purple smoke in her wake.

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CUT TO: EXT. HARRY’S CASTLE

The moon hung high in the sky, casting its soft silver glow over the tranquil ocean. Waves gently lapped at the shore, and a cool breeze blew through the towering stone walls of Harry's castle. On a terrace overlooking the sea, Harry stood alone, his figure bathed in moonlight. He raised a small wooden flute to his lips, playing a wistful melody that carried on the wind—the melody of a song that haunted his dreams.

His fingers moved delicately over the flute’s surface, each note laced with the longing in his heart. As the gentle tune of Part of Your World (Reprise) filled the air, his thoughts drifted to Uma.

The soft padding of footsteps behind him broke through his reverie. Harry turned to see Andrew, his trusted friend and confidant, approaching. The older man gave a knowing smile, gesturing toward the sea.

"Harry," Andrew said softly, his voice full of understanding. "If I may say, far better than any dream girl, is one of flesh and blood, one warm and caring, and right before your eyes."

As he spoke, Andrew's gaze drifted upward, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. Harry followed his gaze to the window just above the terrace. There, framed in the soft glow of candlelight, stood Uma. She wore a flowing teal nightgown, her wild hair cascading down her back as she absentmindedly combed it with a fork—the same fork she had playfully used during their earlier dinner.

Harry’s heart swelled as he watched her smile, oblivious to his presence. She turned from the window, her movements graceful and fluid as she prepared for bed. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, warmth filling his chest. But as he lowered his gaze to the flute in his hands, that warmth was quickly replaced by uncertainty.

Could I ever be enough for her?

With a sudden burst of emotion, Harry stepped back and hurled the flute toward the sea. It sailed through the air before plunging into the dark waters below, swallowed by the depths. He stared after it, feeling a strange sense of loss wash over him.

His gaze shifted back to Uma’s window, and for a brief moment, he thought of striding inside, declaring his feelings once and for all. But before he could move, a haunting melody floated through the air, soft and distant.

"Ahhh..."

Harry froze. The voice was familiar—too familiar. He leaned over the terrace’s edge, straining to see the source. Along the shore below, a woman walked slowly, her figure bathed in moonlight. She sang softly, her voice as pure and sweet  Around her neck hung a glowing shell necklace, its eerie light casting shadows across the sand.

Golden mist rose from the shore, winding its way through the air like a snake. It slithered up the castle walls and toward Harry, curling around him before sliding into his eyes. The moment it entered, his world changed. His mind clouded, his heart quickened, and suddenly, everything else seemed to fade into insignificance.

All he could hear was that beautiful voice. All he could think about was her.

Without a second thought, Harry turned and began walking toward the shore, his every step guided by the enchantress’ spell.