Chapter 13: A New Look

Harry was alone in his room working on a History essay while Ginny was being tutored by James, and Ron and Hermione were practicing their forms (or supposed to be).

Harry's thoughts turned from Morgana and her influence on magic today to his looks. He closed his eyes and tried to picture what he would look like if he had his mother's hair and father's eyes. When he opened his eyes, he turned to the mirror.

"WHAT THE…?" He swore when he saw his reflection.

He now had messy dark RED hair and hazel eyes.

He pulled out his wand being grateful for the wards on the house that prevented the Ministry from detecting underage magic.

"Finite Incantatum." He said tapping the mirror.

Nothing happened.

He closed his eyes and pictured himself as he was. He opened his eyes again.

Harry Potter was looking straight at him.

"I wonder." Harry thought as he closed his eyes and concentrated on what his dad looked like. He opened his eyes again…

A fifteen year old James Potter was looking back at him.

Harry felt his forehead for the scar. It was gone.

"Wicked" Harry said as he remembered his first conversation with Tonks.

Flashback

"How did you do that?" Harry asked her

"I'm a Metamorphmagus." She explained as she looked at her reflection to see if the pink hair looked better than purple. "It means I can change my appearance at will"

End Flashback.

Harry smiled as he thought of a way to tell his friends.

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"Okay." Hermione said at the next gathering of the Golden Group. "I think we need officers."

"I nominate Harry for president!" Ginny said.

"I second that motion." Ron said.

"All in favor?" Ginny asked.

"Aye." Both Weasleys answered.

"Motion passed." Ron said. "Harry is president."

"We could do it that way." Hermione said as she realized that the process only took five seconds.

"Speech!" The Weasleys yelled.

"Thanks for the nomination." Harry said with a shrug. "I guess I'll accept it."

"We need to work on your public speaking skills." Ron told his friend. "Harry? Where's your scar?"

Harry had used his new skill to hide his scar.

"Who are you?" Hermione asked pulling out her wand.

"Relax." Harry said as he closed his eyes. The scar reappeared.

"Bloody hell." Ron swore.

"You're a metamorphmagus." Hermione observed.

"Great!" Ron said. "Now you can go out in public and no one will recognize you."

"I know. Isn't it great?"

"Back to business." Hermione said. "Harry. Your potion is ready."

The Golden Group had been working on the potion to correct poor eyesight.

"Wish me luck." Harry said as he took the vial and downed the potion.

He blinked a few times and took off his glasses.

"I can see." Harry announced.

"I just thought of something." Ginny said. "People WILL notice you are without glasses."

"I've already thought of that." Hermione said taking Harry's glasses and putting a spell on them. "Try them Ginny."

Ginny took the glasses.

"I can see perfectly." She observed. "Brilliant. It's just normal glass."

She handed them back to Harry who put them on.

"As soon as we tell people about our forms," Harry said. "We can tell them about my extra powers. After that, I'll get rid of my glasses once and for all."

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The next day,

"I'm so bored." Harry said in what they christened the "Training Room".

"Then work on your transformation." Hermione said. "Or start gathering supplies so we won't have to steal from Snape."

"It's dull without Padfoot and Moony." Harry said ignoring Hermione. "I wish I knew what they were doing."

"Try to use your seeing powers." Ron said as Hermione.

Harry relaxed and closed his eyes.

"Do you, Sirius, take Spica to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"I do."

"By the power vested in me by the State of Nevada, I pronounce you man and wife."

Harry woke up

"Oh my goodness." Harry said in shock

"What?" Ginny asked.

"Padfoot's going to be getting married." Harry said.

TBC