Harry was woken up roughly the next morning by Wilhelm grabbing him and dragging him outside the hut. Once outside he stopped and gave Harry an order "Change your skin tone. Now."

"Er..wha?" Harry asked blearily looking around.

"Change your skin tone" Wilhelm repeated.

"How?" Harry asked barely awake.

"Think about it and change it" Wilhelm ordered.

Blinking sleepily and no entirely sure what to do Harry imagined his skin tone changing, no set thought in mind just that it should change. Nothing happened. "nothings happening" Harry yawned.

"Just imagine that your skin colour is wrong. Believe that it should be something else. Anything else" Wilhelm ordered.

Not sure how to believe that his skin colour was wrong, it was his skin colour after all, Harry had no idea what to do but tried anyway. He tried to think how his skin colour should be darker, more tan but that was not right it felt wrong. He imagined it should be lighter, paler but again it felt wrong. Yellow, brown, black, even blue they all felt wrong. Giving up Harry thought about his normal skin colour and stopped. His normal colour it felt different, he didn't know how or why but just as each of those other skin colours were wrong so too was this one. It was then Harry realized something unusual. No matter how much time he spent outside he never got tan, no matter how much time he spent inside he never got paler. It was odd now that he thought of it but his skin tone hadn't changed once since he could remember. Sure he would bruise but other than that it tended to stay exactly the same. Wasn't that unusual? Didn't Wilhelm say something about changelings having a base form? If so what was his base form? What did he look like? Was he short? Was he tall? Fat? Thin? Black? White? Was his eyes really his mother's? What did Harry James Potter look like?

Harry stared weakly at his hand never before had he loathed something as much as then. It wasn't his it was a fake, an imposter. It took all he could not to raise his other hand and claw at it, destroy the abomination. Tears fell from his eyes the self hatred so strong. He had always taken pride in being told he looked just like his father or how he had his mother's eyes but he didn't. Not really.

Wilhelm stared at him for a while. "I'm going inside. If you don't get it in an hour come in and have some breakfast" he ordered before walking into the hut. Harry barely heard him.

…

The Hunter had heard the conversation that the brothers had. Knew exactly what was found about the boy. It was an interesting clue about the boy and could possibly explain some of his... abnormalities. The Hunter knew that the brother was doing this, not to harm the boy but to help him, help him master his abilities but it was cruel. The boy had no idea what to do and was obviously struggling though how did you help one use powers that you yourself had no idea to use?

The Hunter would have to go ask the witch for help. It was never a good idea to be indebted to the witch but if the boy had as much potential as the brothers believed then it could very well be worth it.

Sighing The Hunter got down from the tree and left to visit the witch.

…

After an hour or so Harry got up and moved into the cabin never before had he felt so low. He had felt bad when the Dursleys beat him and when everyone called him the heir of Slytherin in school but never before had he actually hated himself. It was hell.

Walking into the cabin Harry just fell down onto a chair in the kitchen and grabbed himself some cheese and meat that was laid out.

"So did you get it yet lad?" Jacob asked mouth full of food.

Harry shook his head.

"Well it'll come to you but you better get it done today" Wilhelm ordered.

"Yeah today's the only day you'll get off of your physical training" Jacob grinned.

Harry didn't say anything just taking a bite of his breakfast.

"I'll make you run for an hour everyday through the forest. Then there will be an hour of sparring and if you are still alive after that I'll teach you to hunt for food" Jacob said slightly less enthusiastically.

Harry nodded weakly before finishing his breakfast and once more going outside to practice.

…

The Hunter stared warily at the witch. The Hunter knew that even though she was old, half blind and only had one tooth the witch was to be feared.

"So you wish to help the young lad who has found his way into our home?" the witch asked with a smirk.

Silently The Hunter nodded.

"Yes I can help him discover his powers. Blocked they are by years of abuse and malnourishment. A simple enough matter to fix with time" the witch said. "but you need to fix it now or the boy will not be around when the time comes."

The Hunter did not respond to this one learnt that the witch was always right. She may speak in riddles but she was never wrong. Never.

"I'll help you but in return I have a favour you will complete for me. You won't have to do it now no. You will do it later, I will let you know when the time comes" the witch smirked.

It took all The Hunter could do not to run away in fear but it had a mission to do.

The witch pulled a bottle out of her robes and passed it into The Hunter's ghostly hands. "This is pure calories it will help the young lad with his powers. Calories he needs to shift, one sip a day should do the trick. But beware child not even I know what will happen when the lad masters his powers. His future is hidden from even me" the witch cackled as The Hunter quickly ran out of the chicken legged hut.

…

Harry spent all day staring at his hand in hatred. Willing it to change but sadly it wouldn't. He ignored Jacob and Wilhelm as they left to do whatever it is they did. He ignored his stomach as it begged for lunch. He ignored Jacob and Wilhelm as they returned. He once more ignored his stomach as it begged for dinner. Jacob and Wilhelm were asleep now and still Harry's hand was the same.

He didn't understand it everything he ever did he learnt almost instantly if he tried yet why couldn't he do something that was supposed to be natural to him? Was he that pathetic that he couldn't do what he was born to do? Harry was completely and utterly miserable.

Completely lost in his thoughts of despair he didn't notice as someone sat down in front of him. He only noticed when it spoke.

"It's not going to work" a voice like the wind said.

Looking up Harry saw The Hunter sitting across from him, it was wearing it's red cloak with a sword on it's back. The entire body besides the hands and legs were hidden by the cloak and Harry saw that they were in fact see through, ghost like.

"Your body is lacking in what it needs for you to change" The Hunter said.

"Oh yeah and what do I need?" Harry snapped angrily.

"You need food, you need care. Time to rest, heal the wounds of abuse but this is not time you have" The Hunter said calmly.

"Well then what am I supposed to do? Did you just come here to laugh at me?" Harry almost shouted.

The Hunter shook it's head "no I came to help" it said simply.

Harry looked at it stunned "why do you want to help me?"

"I believe that you could be a good ally for me. I hope I am proven right."

"So you just wish to use me?" Harry spat.

"That may be true but wether you help me later on is up to you. For now it would be wise for you to accept my help" The Hunter stated.

"Why should I accept anything from you?" Harry asked.

"if it was not for me the two brothers would not have helped you. The Wood is a dangerous place and you would be dead by now" The Hunter replied. "and if that does not convince you just remember I want you to be a good ally and as such I want you to be as strong and in control of your abilities as possible. Wether you become my ally or not this will only benefit you."

Harry sighed "what do I need to do?"

The Hunter pulled a potion bottle out of it's pocket "this will give your body the energy it need to change. Hopefully knowing the feeling of changing will make it easier to change in the future."

Nodding Harry took the bottle of The Hunter and quickly opened it before downing the entire contents.

"You were meant to take one sip a day" The Hunter said in shock.

Harry would have replied but he couldn't it felt as if his blood was replaced with fire and his heart was beating faster than was possible. Weakly Harry fell to his side and watched as The Hunter knelt down to inspect him, he could almost make out The Hunter's face.

The pain was excruciating, he needed it to stop. Instinctively Harry did what he needed to to get rid off it. He changed. And changed. And changed and changed and changed and changed some more. He couldn't see anything but it felt right. It was as if he had been locked up his entire life and for the first time he was free.

After ten minutes the pain faded and his heart slowed down. Weakly he sat up. "I am sorry" The Hunter told him. "I did not mean for that to happen."

"I'm fine now" Harry said with a small grin.

The Hunter got to it's feet "follow me" it said.

Slowly Harry got to his feet and followed The Hunter out of the dome and up the ladder. "Where are we going?" he asked.

The Hunter did not say anything and once Harry was at the top of the ladder it gestured to the river. The water was running fast and distorted his view a bit but Harry could see what he needed to.

Harry could see the thin elfin face, the huge black eyes, the snow white hair and the gray skin.

"Is that really me?" he asked weakly.

"It is the form you changed to the most. Does it feel like you?" The Hunter asked.

Harry nodded "it does."

"Then it is you" The Hunter said before starting to walk off.

"Thank you" Harry called after it "how can I repay you?"

"Just don't tell the brothers of my help tonight and do your best to get stronger" The Hunter replied before it disappeared from sight.