The atmosphere in the Great Hall was quiet and respectful it was just a few days after the death of Cedric Diggory. Already there were rumours that Harry Potter is who killed Cedric. Most of the people didn't believe Harry when he warned them that Voldemort was back, leaving Harry feeling angry at them.

The Great Hall was missing most of its colour and had black banners as a sign of respect. The real mad-eye Moody was now sitting at the head table. Harry could tell he was even jumpier than ever. No doubt, being caught by a death eater and being locked in a truck would do that to you.

Harry was sure at this point every Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher would turn out to be a threat in one way or another so far, only Lupin was a good teacher, and he still nearly killed them during the full moon.

Harry noticed that Karkaroff had seemly vanished into thin air, no doubt running from Voldemort after all. Harry saw how the people that bribed their way out of prison were treated by Voldemort and was sure that Karkaroff would be killed for turning so many in.

Harry's musings were ended by Professor Dumbledore, who stood up at the staff table. The Great Hall, which in any case had been less noisy than it usually was at the Leaving Feast, became very quiet.

"The end," said Dumbledore, looking around at them all," of another year."

He paused, and his eyes fell upon the Hufflepuff table. Theirs had been the most subdued table before he had gotten to his feet, and theirs were still the saddest and palest faces in the Hall.

"There is much that I would like to say to you all tonight," said Dumbledore, "but I must first acknowledge the loss of a very fine person, who should be sitting here," he gestured toward the Hufflepuffs, "enjoying our feast with us. I would like you all, please, to stand and raise your glasses to Cedric Diggory.

They did it, all of them; the benches scraped as everyone in the Hall stood, and raised their goblets, and echoed, in one loud, low, rumbling voice, "Cedric Diggory. "

Harry caught a glimpse of Cho through the crowd. Tears were pouring silently down her face. He looked down at the table as they all sat down again.

"Cedric was a person who exemplified many of the qualities that distinguish Hufflepuff house," Dumbledore continued. "He was a good and loyal friend, a hard worker. He valued fair play. His death has affected you all, whether you knew him well or not. I think that you have the right, therefore, to know exactly how it came about. "

Harry raised his head and stared at Dumbledore.

"Lord Voldemort murdered Cedric Diggory. "

A panicked whisper swept the Great Hall. People were staring at Dumbledore in disbelief, in horror. He looked perfectly calm as he watched them mutter themselves into silence.

"The Ministry of Magic", Dumbledore continued, "does not wish me to tell you this. Some of your parents may be horrified that I have done so - either because they will not believe that Lord Voldemort has returned or because they think I should not tell you so, young as you are.

It is my belief, however, that the truth is generally preferable to lies and that any attempt to pretend that Cedric died as the result of an accident, or some sort of blunder of his own, is an insult to his memory."

Stunned and frightened, every face in the Hall was turned toward Dumbledore now... or almost every face. Over at the Slytherin table. Harry saw Draco Malfoy muttering something to Crabbe and Goyle. Harry felt a hot, sick swoop of anger in his stomach.

As Dumbledore opened his mouth to carry on his speech about Voldemort, there was a giant white flash. When the flash had faded, the room was silent. Harry could see that people were trying to talk, but no sound was coming out, and he guessed that a silencing charm was stopping everyone.

Looking at the head table, all of the teachers had their wands out and were looking for any sign of an attack, and moody's eye was spinning around. Harry felt someone shaking his arms. He was looking around with his wand hidden under his sleeve in case he needed it.

Looking at who was shaking his arm, he could see Hermione trying to talk to him, but no sound happened. Harry wished he knew the spell that Tom Riddle used in the chamber of secrets to writing in the air with fire.

Harry was sure that they were no longer in Hogwarts as looking out of the window, he could see that the sky was a rainbow of clours that seemed to be moving in a ripple wave fashion. After being caught off guard in the cemetery, Harry was determined never to let it happen again.

Dumbledore was the first to notice at the head of the Hall sat a woman. Harry wasn't sure if he could put into words how the woman looked. She had deep purple hair the seemed to shimmer in the light with pale white skin that seemed to be flawless.

Harry couldn't see her eyes from where he was, and the only other thing that stood out was the clothing that she was wearing. Harry didn't know what it was. He was sure it wasn't an ordinary dress from the style. Harry hadn't seen anything like it during the Yule Ball.

It had a deep purple top the slowly turned into a dark blood red once past her waist. Harry could see gold runes throughout the dress that glowed in the light.

The Great Hall fell quiet again. The silence had a tense feeling to it. Some of the students had tried to flee, but the doors wouldn't open and most if not near all the student's could not cast none verbal magic. Harry kept his wand out in the hope that if he did have to fight, he could cast magic through desperation.

The silence carried on for what felt like forever. Then another flash of light and a new group of people appeared and fell on the floor.

Harry could see some people that he knew, like Mr Weasley and Mrs Weasley. The three other Weasley Brothers were also there. He could see Remus, Sirius (who thankfully was disguised as Padfoot), Oliver Wood, the Adult Malfoys and Cornelius Fudge.

Four Centaurs, three of which Harry recognised as Bane, Ronan and Firenze from his first year, three House-elves, two of whom were Dobby and Winky, along with an ancient and wrinkled one.

But most of the group Harry had never seen. There was a woman with auburn hair and a monocle that looked like she might be related to Susan Bones, two Goblins of whom Harry felt he might have seen one of them before, a middle-aged man who vaguely reminded Harry of an old Lion, a blond-haired man who looked around in detached interest, a mournful looking man who Harry was introduced to at the Quidditch World Cup by Mr Weasley (Broderick Bode if he recalled correctly?).

A purple-haired young woman who was flanked by a black-haired stern looking woman and a blond-haired man, a dark-skinned, tall man in purple/blue robes, an older woman whose stuffed-Vulture Hat he recognised and as such identified as Nevilles Grandmother, a somewhat overweight older man in a waistcoat with gold buttons, another older man who had a full beard that reminded Harry of Dumbledore for some reason and finally a skinny man in a robe that covered him completely from head to foot with even much of his face being hidden behind a featureless white Mask who only had two small slits for his eyes.

Harry mustered the last one with some concern as robed figures in masks was now something he actively distrusted after what happened with the Death-eaters. Though at least it wasn´t a silver Skull Mask so the man might not be one of them. Still, Harry would keep an eye on that person.

In an instant, the sound returned to the world. The moment everyone noticed that they could talk again, they all tried shouting over each other, trying to make themself heard above everyone else. Harry was surprised by how much of a difference being in a silent world was like and hoped he never had to experience such a thing again. It had been deeply disturbing.

While this was happening, Harry was keeping his eye on the masked man. Although the mask was different to the one Harry had seen death eaters wearing, he still was far too wary of them to let his guard down. In his vision of view, he could see that Mad-Eye Moody also had his wand out and seemed to be twitching, no doubt ready to attack the first person that made one wrong move near him as his mad eye was spinning around in its socket as its gaze flew from person to person.

The woman that was sitting in the throne-like structure at the end of the hall had shown no sign of a reaction with all the noise, and even when the closest Witches and Wizards had their wands pointed at her, she still showed no response.

It wasn't till a large gunshot sound went off that some form of order was restored to the Hall.

"Quiet!" Harry heard Dumbledore voice echo across the hall, and Harry winced at the Sonorus-charm enhanced voice. He watched as the staff, Madame Maxime, Viktor Krum (who was basically the representative of Durmstrang now that Karkaroff was gone), and some of the ministry all huddled together to talk. Harry noticed that the woman with auburn hair and monocle seemed to be quite important in the ministry given the way in which the Old Lion looking guy and Minister Fudge was deferring to her orders. While he mustered this, Harry saw and heard some people try casting magic only to fail, and he could see them panicking again.

Finally, the woman on the throne moved. With a wave of her hand, the entire room turned into what seemed to be a Muggle-Theater room at which the various students were seated. The Teachers Table itself was gone, and Harry, along with many other students, smiled or laughed in amusement as the Teachers who had still been sitting on their places fell on their butts as their Chairs had vanished. It was only even better that one of those who fell had been Snape, who now glared around the room at the laughing students.

Harry suddenly noticed with shock that his position in the hall slightly changed. Instead of sitting in between Hermione and Ron, he was now sitting right of them, and there were two places to his own right who were empty. Though they were quickly filled as Professor Lupin and Siri... Padfoot appeared next to Harry.

"Are you alright, Harry?"

Lupins concerned voice threw Harry out of his observations, and he nodded at the man before smiling when Padfoot licked his hand comfortingly.

Looking around again, Harry noticed that Remus and Sirius were not the only ones sitting down in the places as Narcissa Malfoy had moved to her son, the detached looking blond man had moved towards a petite blond-haired girl that sat next to Ginny. The Weasley parents and siblings had moved to the rest of their family and sat in the row before Harry.

Finally, he noticed the masked man stumble slowly towards the area where the Slytherins sat in the seats but had chosen to sit away from the students in an almost empty row. Harry was sure the man was pretty old given how he walked, but it could have been an act. Harry wouldn't forget how Barty Jr had tricked everyone with his act.

Of course, the fact that Voldemort had devised such a complex plan that could have gone wrong or fallen apart at any moment, like if the dragon killed him or the cup had better protection so his name couldn't be entered, made him question what the hell went on in his head when he could have simply just kidnapped Harry while at Hogsmeade.

Not that Harry wanted to know anything that went on in Voldemorts head. Still leaning back while keeping an eye on both the Masked Man and the strange woman, he decided to simply wait on what the Adults at the front were deciding currently. Finally, the group seemed to come to a conclusion though Harry noted that the Teachers and especially Dumbledore looked rather unhappy about it.

Everyone watched as they walked up to the woman who had still not made a sound before the Minister of magic stepped in front of everyone, making Harry roll his eyes. After Fudge's big blow-up after Dumbledore told him about Voldemorts return, Harry's opinion of the man had reached an all-time low. (Not that his opinion had been high anyway after Hagrid being sent to Azkaban, Buckbeak nearly being executed, and Fudge having believed Snape over Harry, which nearly led to Sirius having his soul sucked out by Dementors.)

"Who are you, and why have you brought us here," Fudge said, trying to sound commanding and intimidating, but it came across as weak and meek sounding.

The woman didn't even glance at him before vanishing. Harry felt a tingle up his spine and thought everyone at the front was looking at him before noticing they were actually looking over his shoulder and Harry was able to put two and two together and knew where the woman had vanished to. Harry could see that Dumbledore and the older looking Bones both had a worried look, and Dumbledore was reaching for his wand.

Harry turned around and got his first good look at the woman. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Harry hadn't noticed from how far away he was from her when she was sat down, but her very skin seemed to have a slight glow to it as if reflecting the light around her off of herself.

His instincts kicked in, though, when he heard Padfoot growl at the woman, and he was just about to start grabbing his wand, but before he could do so, the woman had already placed her hands on his cheeks and kissed him on the forehead. He gasped as he felt a rush of energy flow through him, and he almost literally felt his body shift and grow.

Harry needed to hold onto the seat he had been sitting in to prevent him from falling over at the disorienting feeling. Once it was over, though, he looked at the woman in confusion. The woman merely smiled at him and conjured a large mirror that floated in the air.

"I unlocked the Magical powers which so far were suppressed inside your Heritage and also supplied some energy to combat the malnutrition you suffered at your relative's hands. The woman said with a soft and mesmerising voice that made the world seem dull when it faded.

Out of his eye, Harry saw many students, including Hermione and Ron, shudder at her voice. Though if it was anything like how he felt, he really doubted they shuddered out of fear.

Finally looking into the Mirror, Harry looked into it and gasped.

He almost didn´t recognise himself. Not only was he over a Head taller than before, but his body looked less scrawny all over. He could see some slight muscles in his arms, and he no longer looked unhealthily thin.

(There was a reason why Molly Weasley constantly gave him extra food while he was at the Burrow. As much as Harry didn´t like to admit it, he KNEW that his relative's terrible treatment had left him a bit stunted in the physical aspect.)

Turning around and looking at his back, he suppressed a grimace, though.

What caused him to almost grimace a bit was a change he was not sure what to think about. Namely that he now had a perfectly heart-shaped butt that easily looked like it belonged to a girl.

Almost immediately after he thought that, his eyes bugged out as he saw himself change in the mirror. His hair grew long down to his back, and a large pair of breasts quickly grew on his chest. Harry squeaked in shock, which caused the woman to laugh lightly.

"Don´t worry. You merely activated your Metamorphmagi Powers and shifted your Gender. Just imagine yourself back in your Male form."

Harry quickly did as she said and let out a sigh of relief as he saw himself become a guy again. Before he could say something, though, a loud voice interrupted the two.

"What the fuck? That´s impossible."

Harry turned around again and saw the purple-haired woman looking at him in utter shock. Feeling slightly confused already about what a Metamorphmagi was, Harry got a bad feeling that what just happened was more than unusual.

CRAP! Harry thought.

"Why should it be impossible?" The woman asked, looking at the purple-haired woman whose hair turned red as more people looked at her.

"Somone can't just become Metamorphmagi. They are born one," the purple-haired woman sputtered in shock at the woman, making Harry wish he knew her name and what the hell a Metamorphmagi is.

The woman looked at the now red-haired woman for a moment before vanishing again and reappearing sitting on the throne.

"Normally, you are correct as magical gifts can be split into two categories.

First, you have family magical gifts such as Parseltongue, Metamorphmagi and Maledictus. These are all magical gifts that run in families, which is the only way to get them.

The second type is personal magical gifts such as Animal-empathy which people like Rubeus Hagrid and Newt Scamander have." The woman said with everyone in the room hanging off every word she said, and everyone's head went to Hagrid, who went a bit red when she started talking about his personal magical gift.

"The best example is Seer's such as Sybill Trelawney, Gellert Grindelwald and Luna Lovegood." The woman said, pointing to Professor Trelawney and the blond girl beside Ginny, who was off in her own world talking to the blond-haired man who Harry guessed was her father in hushed whispers.

"That doesn't explain how Harry is a Metamorph after you kissed his forehead or the symbol now on his head", the red-haired woman pointed out. Clearly, she was the only one that noticed the mark on his forehead, and everyone in the room turned and looked at his forehead, making him squirm in his seat. Harry always hated being famous.

Harry saw Hermione look at whatever mark there was and heard her gasp before a look of disbelief came across her face as she looked between Harry and the Woman on the throne in this time, Harry noticed that the Woman with colour-changing hair had come and sat down directly beside him after making Remus move a seat over.

"The scar on his head is a cursed scar..." The woman on the throne started talking before being cut off.

"Everyone knows that. It came from the killing curse." Lucius Malfoy said with derision, with Fudge nodding along with him. Harry saw how Hermione had paled when Lucius had cut the woman off and could see she was looking at the woman with a look of fear. Seeing her reaction, he wondered who that woman was to terrify Hermione like this.

"The scar on Harry's head is a cursed scar not due to the curse used on him but due to how foolish Tom Riddle is as a part of his splintered soul is fused with the scar. The mark that I placed on his head sealed off the connection between them to prevent Tom Riddle from looking into his mind." The woman said, ignoring that she was interrupted.

Harry was shocked and revolted that a part of Voldemorts soul was in him. It also finally made sense why the scar would hurt when near him or when Voldemort touched him. Harry was thankful that this Woman had not only healed the damage his Aunt and Uncle had done but also sealed off the connection between him and Voldemort.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to be a Metamorph as it seemed like they were super rare, meaning even more people staring at him and then the fact that he thought he looked girly. His entire body turned into a girl's which was something Harry shivered to think about. What if the death eaters ever got hold of him in that form? He hadn´t heard about them committing crimes like rape but he really wouldn´t put it past them and with Lucius Malfoy being in the same room, they would all know by the end of the day, no doubt.

Due to this shock, Harry wasn't really paying attention to the people around him and how they reacted to this news, so he missed the look Moody gave Dumbledore when he learned about the scar having Voldemorts soul in it. As well as the look Professor McGonagall gave Dumbledore remembering when she asked if he could do anything about the scar on Harry's head and how he said, 'Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy.'

The gasps of shock among the Students and the looks of horror on his friends' faces were also something he missed. Some people were less obvious to read like Lucius Malfoy, the Lion looking guy, the Monocle Witch and Severus Snape who all merely looked at Harry blankly, Cornelius Fudge sputtered in denial and Dumbledore looked old and tired for a moment at having this piece of information exposed to so many people.

Looking at the woman who sat next to him, Harry wanted to ask about being a Metamorph but decided he would either wait for her to bring it up or he would ask her in private last thing Harry wanted was everyone to know about it in detail.

"You still haven't told us who you are," Fudge asked the women after he finally caught himself and just decided to ignore the woman's proclamation of Voldemort being alive. Clearly, that woman was lying.

"Isn´t it obvious? She is Lady Hecate the Goddess of Magic." The blond-haired man that Harry thought was the girl Luna's father remarked towards Fudge as if he thought the Minister were foolish to even ask the question. Everyone immediately fell quiet and looked at the man in shock as he announced this. Harry almost wanted to laugh at the proclamation when he heard Hermione wince while shrinking in on herself.