So here's chapter 5 i hope you like it :)

I originally wrote this chapter but just before i saved it the program closed so i had to rewrite and it became this. hope you like.

The next morning the two brothers walked downstairs to find Harry still changing forms excitedly.

"I see that you finally got it" Wilhelm said with a smile.

"Yeah" Harry grinned "it's amazing."

"Did you stay up all night?" Jacob asked.

"Yeah I just didn't get tired for some reason" Harry muttered.

"Hmm interesting. Is there anything else that is unusual?" Wilhelm asked with curiosity.

"No" Harry replied with a shake off the head.

"Good" Jacob grinned "eat breakfast and then let's get onto your torture...er training" he smirked.

A little nervously Harry ate breakfast worried about what was to come.

True to his word it was torture, it was a one hour run through the forest a situation that ended up with Harry running from a deer covered in fire. Next was an unarmed sparring match where Harry was sure he spent fifty nine minutes of the hour face first in the ground. After the sparring they went hunting where once again Harry was chased by a fire deer.

It was hell and if Lady Magic and the two brothers were to be believed then it would last for another year.

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The Hunter watched as Harry went through his training it was interesting. Sure he had bad luck being chased by the fire dear but surprisingly he was able to out run it just like he out ran the wolf and it's master, a feat that should be impossible. Then there was the sparring, while it provided many laughs for The Hunter, it couldn't help but notice how the boy's bruises would disappear within a few minutes something that the brother picked up but the boy didn't. Then there was the hunting where once again the boy out ran a fire dear. The creatures were faster than The Hunter was it should have been impossible for a human, or changeling, to out run them. It must have had something to do with what The Hunter overheard the brothers talking about. How the boy's blood was laced with pure light and pure dark magic that instead of being at war with each other worked in harmony. It would be interesting to see just how they worked together.

The Hunter would watch and observe for now. It would influence things when it knew just what the boy was capable of.

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The months passed by with the brothers training. Harry wasn't a part of their work yet as they didn't believe him capable of taking care of himself but he was getting there. His progress with his training was astonishing. He didn't think it was enough but the brothers were amazed. Harry did not seem to tire, ever, and as a result he could push on and on and on and on and on. What started of as one hour sparring practice become a half day session before Jacob had to call it quits because he was too tired. The runs through the forest were stopped as Harry just did not benefit from them at all. It seemed that as well as not getting tired his body would adapt to the situation he was in within minutes. So if he needed to run his body would become lighter and his muscles would work faster, if he needed strength then he would get stronger. The brothers never told Harry that this should have been impossible even for a changeling.

The hunting on the other hand was not going quite so well. It seemed as if the creatures just knew he was nearby. No matter how quiet or careful he was the prey would just run and the predators would just attack. They knew he was there and nothing Harry or the brothers could do changed it so eventually the hunting stopped.

The two brothers were also masters of their own respective field of magic. Wilhelm was a seer and using his abilities he could focus and see signs of life around him which made the man an excellent warning system for attacks. Jacob was a master rune smith and knew several magical languages which helped with his work. Jacob used the runes to enchant everything and as such he was a walking one man army. However they did not teach harry these skills, no instead they focussed on teaching him the biology of the creatures in the forest. They showed him how the muscles of a Tomo Swa, a sentient yeti like creature who could manipulate the earth. Or how a Kai Lok's water pouch was able to shoot so far. They showed what different teeth told about a creatures diet, what different ear shapes meant about the creatures hearing or different eye types meant about the creatures sight. But they usually came back to how the creature worked and why. Not that Harry was complaining it was interesting and he wanted to help with their study of The Wood's creatures.

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The Hunter watched as Harry sat up late one night practicing his changeling abilities. This time he was changing his skin tone so parts were white and others black, creating a Yin Yang look. The Hunter would have continued to observe Harry, it did not know why but it found the act of watching him comforting, and it was pleased he still wore the cloak it gifted to him. However this was interrupted by a voice on the wind.

"It's time" the witch's voice came.

Shaking with nervousness The Hunter rose and left the underground dome to see the witch standing beside the river. "It is time my child are you ready to fulfil your end of our bargain?" the witch asked with a grin.

The Hunter nodded weakly.

"Very well. A Stone Wolf has been attacked by the giant. Normally this would not be a problem but one of his pet's got through it's covering and infected the creature with Lycanthropy. I am not sure what will happen but tonight is the first full moon since it was infected. I want you to kill it for me" the witch smirked.

"Why did you not ask this earlier?" The Hunter asked with annoyance.

"Plans within plans child. I have plans within plans. Now off with you and try not to die" the witch cackled before disappearing with a crack.

Sighing in defeat The Hunter began the trek to the giants lair, it's Dragon Fang sword prepared for any attack.

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Harry grinned as he played with his abilities. No matter how much he did it it still filled him with child-like joy and a sense of freedom whenever he did. Just knowing that he could alter his appearance, become anyone else, just an average person who didn't get gawked at it filled him with happiness. When Harry returned to his own time he would not let anyone else know that he was a changeling. Hermione would want to study him, find out just where it was changeling's originated and tell all of the professors at Hogwarts in a bid to get them to tell her about them. Ron on the other hand would be jealous. He would say it was something else that Harry just got handed on a plate that Ron didn't get. Truth be told Harry was glad Ron wasn't a changeling he'd probably just use it to perv or get out of work.

"I see you are working hard at your ability my child" an old woman laughed from beside Harry.

"Who are you?" Harry asked jumping back.

The woman grinned wide showing a mouth full of gum and only one rotten tooth. "People call me the witch but as for my name. Well my name is Baba Yagga child and I have been watching you."

"What do you want with me?" Harry asked feeling a sense of deja vu.

"I want enjoyment, entertainment and I believe you can give it to me child" Baba Yagga grinned. "you see I know just what you are and just what you are capable of. I was the one that gave that foolish girl Little Red the potion which helped you. I knew you would drink it all and look at what it has done. It has strengthened the Light and the dark magic running through your veins. Courtesy of the snake and the bird I believe."

"How do you know about that and what do you mean there's light and dark magic running through my veins?" Harry asked confused.

"My child I am Baba Yagga and Baba Yagga knows all. As to what do I mean? You are the first and only one to be bitten by a king snake and live you didn't think that you would return from that unaffected do you? No the magic from the snake and the magic from the bird run through your veins altering you changing you just as your heritage does. What will you change to? How will it affect you? Will you be the one in control when it happens or will the magic be in control? I do not know child but I wish to find out so I have devised a test. It is a simple one child. You see Little Red owes me for the potion I gave her so I decided to collect. She is on her way to her doom right now unless you go and aid her but will you? If you go by yourself you will make it in time and if you do not, if you seek help she will surely die. So child what will you do?" Baba Yagga sneered.

"Where is she now?" Harry growled out.

"Follow the cave, follow the river up towards the mountain. Follow it all the way to the stone house. Outside you will find Little Red fighting for her life against the giant, his wolves and an abomination. You better hurry child."

As soon as she said that Harry was on his feet running, he couldn't let The Hunter die because of him he just couldn't. As he ran to the ladder he heard the witches last words.

"What you can change, what you can do is only limited by you child."

Harry put it to the back of his mind and ran and ran and ran.

Run and run and run and run Harry did. He ran through the caves, run along the river, passed the river Kraken's tentacles. Past the playing wyrms. Past the necromancers temple until he came to a stop. In front of him was a horrible sight twenty werewolves were attacking The Hunter who's cloak had been ripped to shreds showing long brown hair, her beautiful impish face and red eyes blazing with determination. If it wasn't such a serious moment Harry would have just stood and stared at her but it was serious so he charged in unthinking. Hoping, needing strength Harry concentrated as he sent a kick to the back of a werewolf's knee forcing it down. He the moved around and punched it on the nose hoping to make it run but the creature was unaffected and lunged at him

"What are you doing here?" The Hunter called out. "Run."

Harry tried to dodge the werewolf but it's claws managed to slice through art of his arm. "Fuck if it bites me I'll become a werewolf" Harry muttered jumping back.

"What you can change, what you can do is only limited by you child" Baba Yagga's words rang through his head.

"A man to a werewolf is just a change" Harry thought aloud as he kept dodging the creatures attack, a few more werewolves noticed and started attacking him as well. "maybe I can do the same. But no twenty werewolves versus one I'll get massacred what else. Maybe that."

Thinking furiously and hoping like hell it worked Harry imagined a Tomo Swa in his mind, imagined it's muscles, it's bone structure and everything about it. He pictured how the creature was able to work and force his body to be the same. Dimly Harry felt the werewolves tear into him, he heard The Hunter screaming at him to run but he didn't it was too late.

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The Hunter batted away the claws of the wolves with her sword before twisting and stabbing another through the heart quickly removing the blade. It was not a killing blow, only beheading would work, but the wolf would be down for a while. The Hunter was furious to see that Harry had followed her, somehow, and had gotten himself killed. All that work, all that time spent observing him to make sure he got stronger and became useful and he just goes and dies.

The Hunter's thoughts would have continued but she saw a wolf get thrown past her and into the wall of the house. The source of the thrown wolf was Harry, he was covered in blood but his scratches had healed, his green eyes were filled with fury. But the thing that was most amazing was that his left arm was that of a Tomo Swa and was holding another werewolf by the neck.

Every single wolf stopped and stared in horror as Harry ripped the arm off of the wolf and bit into it, tearing the flesh with his teeth.

Every creature watched as Harry devoured the wolf with in the span of a minute, not even the bones were left. With a roar his form rippled before becoming that of a twelve foot tall Tomo Swa and he charged. The wolves ran.

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Harry felt the hunger leave him as the werewolf was devoured and thankfully it was enough as he changed completely. Normally he would have been horrified at what he had done, he had cried for several nights after he killed the basilisk but there was something soothing him telling him it was ok and that the weak deserved to be devoured like the prey they were. Harry listened. He watched as the werewolves ran and instinctively he followed after, hunting his prey until another voice stopped him. He couldn't understand it's words just like he couldn't understand the first voice's words. But the meaning was clear, he was full, the hunger sated he did not need to eat anymore he must help the one he came there for. So Harry stopped. He changed back to his base form and looked once more at The Hunter.

"So have I become a good ally?" he asked with a smirk.

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The Hunter stared at him. He had gone feral, charging the wolves not with the intent to kill but to eat when he suddenly stopped and reverted back too his base form. Instead of asking if she was ok or saying hello or anything else that could have been appropriate in that situation he instead asked if he had become a good ally? He was obviously insane.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"That old lady, Baba Yagga, said that you needed my help. She said something about sending you to die and how if I didn't hurry you would die" Harry explained.

The Hunter did not show any surprise it was obvious that the witch had set this up once Harry had appeared the question was why? "And you thought that I would be in need of your help?" she asked with a raised eye.

"Well you did" Harry pointed out smugly.

The Hunter didn't comment on that but instead asked something else. "You ate the wolf. Why?"

Harry blushed as if embarrassed "well I was kind of hungry and it was edible so I did it" he muttered.

"You probably needed the mass or energy for such a large change. Considering you seem to have such an unlimited amount of energy I would assume you need the mass." The Hunter thought aloud.

"So where'd it go then?" Harry asked confused.

She shrugged "I don't know. Now that you see I am fine please leave."

harry frowned "you're not leaving?"

the Hunter shook her head "no I have a mission from the witch. Wether this is a set up or not I must complete it."

"Then I'll help you" Harry said firmly.

"No you won't you will go back to the brothers" The Hunter glared.

Harry grinned and poked his tongue out "make me" he said childishly.

The Hunter growled in anger, couldn't he see she was trying to protect him? Couldn't he see she would be fine? "Fine but you run when I tell you too and no large changes" she ordered.

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Harry grinned, he knew he had won and that he wouldn't run if it meant leaving her to die. He would never do that. He also knew that if they were going to die he would risk a large change and he knew that she knew he would do that but he agreed anyway "fine. So lead the way Little Red."

The Hunter stiffened "how do you know that name?" she asked.

"Baba Yagga told me" Harry replied "why what's wrong."

"It was the nickname my grandmother gave me before she was killed by wolves" the Hunter said softly before shaking herself out of it. "Anyway follow me and be prepared."

Nodding Harry did as she said as they walked towards the stone house. It was huge, at least half the size of Hogwarts and Harry knew the giant was inside though why it hadn't exited was unknown.

They were just about to reach the huge door when a voice was heard "Doggy no. Come back" the giant cried before the wall exploded outwards and there standing on two legs was a fourteen foot tall wolf covered in a hide made from rocks.

The creature let out a roar of fury before the giant leaped out of the house tackling it to the ground. "Bad Doggy" the giant said smacking the wolf.

"Er what do we do?" Harry asked The Hunter.

"We wait" she whispered back. "If we are lucky one will kill the other."

The wolf twisted and swiped the giant with a claw, cutting his face and gouging an eye. Roaring in pain the giant fell backwards allowing the wolf to get up and start running again. This time the giant once again tackled it but instead of just sitting on it he grabbed the wolf and swung it into the house, demolishing everything.

"RUN" Harry yelled as he tried to avoid the falling debris.

The Hunter easily avoided everything and pulled Harry out of the way. "Stay down and shut up" she hissed.

The wolf managed to get out of the giants hands and stood up undamaged from the attack. Moving forward it charged the giant clawing at him, biting him, making him scream.

"He better die" The Hunter growled "I do not want to fight a giant werewolf."

"How about a giant rock werewolf?" Harry asked as the giant stopped shouting and lay still dead. The wolf stood back up and sniffed the air before quickly turning and facing the two.

"I think we should run" The Hunter said slowly edging backwards.

Harry did the same.

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The Hunter did not remover her eyes from the wolf, it was big, tough and wanted her dead. She knew without a doubt that it would kill her given the chance. Then there was harry she knew he wouldn't run if she stayed behind. So they both had to run or they both would die. Moving fast she turned and sprinted away, running for the brothers caves, the wolf would not be able to fit in there. Harry ran as well quickly over taking her as the wolf chased them. It's thundering foot steps getting closer and closer.

"Sorry" she called out as she felt the wolf tackle her.

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Harry stopped when he heard The Hunter's apology. Turning around he saw that the wolf was towering over her form and she was soon to die so he acted. He dug deep in himself, ran forward and held out his hand to block the blow.

He forgot about defending The Hunter as he stood there stone claw raised, blocking the wolf's. He forgot about protecting her, or about the wolf being his enemy. All he knew was the hunger, the need to eat, to fill the aching pit that was his stomach so he charged forward half formed.

He leaped at the wolf and grabbing onto one of it's rocks tore it away revealing the flesh beneath. With his claw he grabbed it and shoved it in his mouth, chewing as the wolf tossed him away.

The hunger lessened but Harry used what he had eaten to change his other arm into a claw and once more charged in, attacking the wolf, trying to tear it apart, desperate to eat. The wolf attacked him desperately trying to escape but all of his wounds were nothing compared to the hunger.

Lost to the hunger he barely noticed as they fell into the river, stone limbs dragging them down. He needed to eat so he fought, tore, and ate the struggling wolf. He didn't notice as his eyes closed or as his heart stopped. He didn't notice as he died.