In the days leading up to his departure for Hogwarts, Harry spent his time at Camp Half-Blood, preparing for the new chapter in his life. He practiced archery, honed his combat skills, and spent time with his friends, sharing stories and making plans for the future. Each night, he studied the books he had acquired from Diagon Alley, immersing himself in the world of magic and wizardry.

The day before he was set to leave for Hogwarts, Artemis visited him. She brought with her a majestic hawk, its feathers a shimmering mix of silver and brown. "This is Lyra," she introduced. "She will be your companion and messenger. Use her to communicate with us or anyone you trust."

Harry gently stroked Lyra's feathers, feeling an immediate bond with the creature. "Thank you, Mum," he said, his eyes shining with gratitude.

Artemis smiled warmly. "You're ready, Harry. Remember, your journey at Hogwarts is part of your growth. Embrace the experiences, learn from them, and always stay true to yourself."

The following morning, Harry said his goodbyes to his friends at Camp Half-Blood. Andromeda hugged him tightly, whispering words of encouragement. Victoria and Lee Fletcher wished him luck, promising to write often. As he looked around at the faces of those he had grown close to, Harry felt a surge of emotion. This place and these people had become a part of him, and leaving them, even temporarily, was bittersweet.

With Lyra perched on his shoulder, Harry joined Artemis and Leto. They teleported to King's Cross Station in London, where Harry would board the Hogwarts Express. The bustling station was filled with families and students, all eagerly anticipating the start of the school year.

As they navigated through the crowd, Harry's eyes widened with amazement at the blend of the magical and mundane worlds. He saw children dragging trunks, owls hooting in cages, and parents giving last-minute advice to their wide-eyed offspring. The energy of the place was contagious, and despite the flutter of nerves in his stomach, Harry felt an undeniable excitement.

Artemis and Leto, sensing his mixed emotions, offered comforting smiles. "Remember, Harry, Hogwarts is a place of learning, not just about magic, but about life. You'll find friends, challenges, and maybe even a bit of trouble," Leto said with a wink. "But in all, you'll find yourself."

Harry nodded, taking a deep breath as he approached the magical barrier leading to Platform 9¾. With a final hug and words of encouragement from Artemis and Leto, he walked through the barrier. The Hogwarts Express stood majestic and inviting, steam billowing from its engine.

Finding a compartment, He plopped down on the cushioned seat, and his Lyra snuggled against his side. Moments later, Daphne walked in, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. "Daphne!" Harry exclaimed, jumping up to envelop her in a tight hug that almost crushed her. The intricate angelic runes on his arms glowed with excitement and affection.

"Harry," said the Daughter of Demeter, "Please not too tight"

Daphne gently pried herself from Harry's enthusiastic embrace, laughing softly. "You've grown stronger at Camp Half-Blood," she remarked, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

Harry grinned sheepishly, releasing her. "Sorry, I guess I got a bit carried away." He gestured to the seat opposite him. "Sit down, tell me about your summer. How was the farm? Did your mom teach you any new tricks?"

As Daphne settled into the seat, Lyra fluttered to a perch near the window, watching the scene with keen eyes. "It was good," Daphne began. "Mom showed me how to use celestial bronze in farming tools. It's amazing how it can stimulate plant growth."

"That sounds incredible," Harry said, intrigued. "I learned a bit about celestial bronze at Camp, mainly in weapons, though."

As the train whistled and began to move, the compartment door opened and a young redheaded boy came in. "Anyone sitting there?" he asked, pointing at the seat opposite Harry. "Everywhere else is full."

"Ms. Greengrass, you just came from the direction this boy was coming from," began Harry, his silver eyes cold and calculating, "Tell me how many compartments did you find that were empty"

Daphne paused, her brow furrowing slightly as she thought back. "I passed at least three empty compartments on my way here," she replied, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

The redheaded boy looked slightly flustered. "I, uh, didn't check all of them," he stammered. "I just saw this one and... you're the boy who lived,"

"Ah so the truth of the matter comes out" sneered Harry, his silver eyes beginning to glow "Get out, I don't want people who only want to talk to me because of something that happened when I was a year old, so get out! Now!"

The redheaded boy's face fell, a mix of disappointment and embarrassment colouring his features. He nodded quietly, backing out of the compartment without another word.

Daphne watched the boy leave, then turned to Harry, her expression one of gentle reproof. "Harry, that was a bit harsh, don't you think? He's just a kid, probably overwhelmed by all the stories about 'The Boy Who Lived'. Maybe he was just curious."

Harry's glowing eyes dimmed as he processed her words, a pang of guilt washing over him. "You're right, Daphne. I guess I'm just... I'm tired of being seen as a symbol rather than a person." He sighed, looking out of the window, his gaze distant.

Daphne reached across, placing a reassuring hand on his. "I understand, Harry. But remember, not everyone knows the real you. Give them a chance. I know the real you, and I care for you all of the same, but please Harry you need to let others in, do it for me"

Harry nodded slowly, taking in Daphne's words. "You're right, Daphne. I'll try to be more understanding. It's just hard sometimes to separate who I want to be from who everyone expects me to be." He offered her a small, grateful smile.

Daphne smiled back, her eyes warm. "That's all anyone can ask, Harry. Just be yourself, and the right people will see you for who you truly are."

While they had been talking, the train had carried them out of London. Now they were speeding past fields full of cows and sheep. They were quiet for a time, watching the fields and lanes flick past.

Around half past twelve, there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, "Anything off the cart, dears?"

"Yes madam," said the son of Artemis, "Do you have any lunch box?"

The woman nodded, her smile broadening. "Of course, dear. We have a variety of lunch boxes. There are sandwiches, fruits, cakes, and some magical treats as well. Anything in particular you fancy?"

Harry glanced at Daphne, who seemed to be considering her options. "Do you have any sandwiches with fresh vegetables? Something light?" Daphne asked.

"Yes, we have a selection of vegetarian sandwiches," the woman responded, pulling out a box that displayed an assortment of sandwiches with lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, and various spreads.

"And for me," Harry said, "I'll have a chicken sandwich, please. And do you have any pumpkin pasties?"

The woman beamed at him. "Of course, dear. The pasties are a favourite among the students." She handed over a couple of pumpkin pastries along with the chicken sandwich.

Harry paid for their meals, and the woman moved on, pushing her cart down the corridor. They opened their lunch boxes, and Harry took a moment to appreciate the simple pleasure of sharing a meal with a friend.

"Harry you know you don't exactly have to pay for me, I can pay for myself," said Daphne,

"I know, but I wanted to" smiled Harry.

Daphne gave him a warm smile, accepting his gesture. "Thank you, Harry. That's sweet of you."

As they ate, they discussed more about their respective summers, the quirks of their magical education, and their expectations for Hogwarts. Harry listened intently as Daphne described the various magical plants she'd worked with and the subtle ways in which they responded to her touch, a gift from her mother, Demeter.

In return, Harry shared stories from Camp Half-Blood, talking about the training sessions, the mythical creatures he encountered, and the bonds he formed with other demigods. He spoke with a passion that made his eyes sparkle, bringing a vivid picture of his experiences to life.

As the journey continued, the scenery outside the window began to change, the urban landscape giving way to rolling hills and thick forests. The conversation between Harry and Daphne flowed effortlessly, a comfortable camaraderie settling between them.

There was a knock on the door of their compartment and the round-faced boy Harry had passed on platform nine and three-quarters came in. He looked tearful.

"Sorry," he said, "but have you seen a toad at all?" When they shook their heads, he wailed, "I've lost him! He keeps getting away from me!"

"Scion Longbottom, Why don't you sit down, and try to calm down," said Daphne.

The boy, who Harry now recognized as Neville Longbottom, nodded gratefully and sank into the seat beside Harry. He was still sniffling, but the kind offer seemed to have calmed him somewhat.

"I'm Neville," he said, wiping his eyes. "Neville Longbottom. My toad, Trevor, he's always wandering off. I've been looking everywhere for him."

Harry, feeling a pang of sympathy, extended a hand. "I'm Harry Potter, and this is Daphne Greengrass. Don't worry, Neville, we'll help you look for Trevor after lunch."

Daphne smiled at Neville. "It's nice to meet you. And yes, we'll help you find your toad."

Neville looked relieved and a bit awed. "You're Harry Potter? The Harry Potter? Wow... And thank you, both of you. I appreciate it."

As they finished their lunch, the conversation shifted. Neville told them about his family, his love for plants, and his many misadventures with Trevor. Despite his earlier misfortune, Neville's spirits seemed to lift as he talked, and Harry found himself warming to Neville's earnest, bumbling nature.

Harry's eyes began to glow silver as he began to connect to his mother's domain of animals. As Harry's eyes glowed with a silvery light, Daphne and Neville watched in fascination. The glow was a sign of his unique connection to animals. Harry closed his eyes, focusing on the presence of animals within the vicinity of the train.

After a moment, Harry opened his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. "I think I've found him," he said. "Trevor is two compartments down, in a compartment with a group of first-year students. They seem quite fascinated by him."

Neville's face lit up with relief and gratitude. "Really? Oh, thank you, Harry! How did you do that?"

"Family magic," Harry explained.

"Ah" replied Neville.

Neville, still looking slightly bewildered but grateful, stood up. "Shall we go get him, then?"

Harry and Daphne nodded, gathering their things. As they exited the compartment, they found the corridor bustling with students moving about, chatting, and exchanging sweets from the trolley.

They made their way down the corridor, passing by compartments filled with students of all ages. Harry noticed the variety of expressions – excitement, nervousness, and joy – on the faces of the first-years, reminding him of his own mixed emotions.

Reaching the compartment where Trevor was, they peered inside to find a group of young students gathered around something on the seat. Sure enough, there was Trevor, hopping contentedly among them.

Neville opened the door, and the students looked up. "Um, excuse me," Neville said timidly, "that's my toad, Trevor."

One of the students, a girl with bright eyes and a friendly smile, carefully picked up Trevor and handed him to Neville. "Here you go," she said. "He's quite the adventurer!"

"Thank you so much," Neville said, holding Trevor securely. "I've been looking for him everywhere."

As they turned to leave, Harry caught the eye of one of the boys in the compartment, who seemed to recognize him. The boy's eyes widened in awe, but Harry just smiled and nodded before following Neville and Daphne back to their compartment.

Once settled again, Neville couldn't stop thanking them. "I owe you one. I'm not very good at... well, at much of anything. My Gran says I'm a bit of a squib."

"Don't say that, Neville," Daphne chided gently. "Everyone has something they're good at. You just haven't found yours yet."

Harry nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Neville. And besides, it takes courage to keep looking for Trevor on a train full of strangers. That counts for something."

Neville blushed, looking a bit more confident. "Thanks, Harry, Daphne. I... I guess I'm just nervous about Hogwarts. I've never been good at magic."

"Well, you have friends here," Harry said with a smile. "We'll help each other out. Hogwarts is a new start for all of us."

The compartment door slid open yet again, Three boys entered, and a pale boy with blond hair was in the middle flanked by two overweight boys. He was looking at Harry with a lot more interest than he'd shown back in Diagon Alley. "Is it true?" he said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"

"Yes," said Harry.

He was looking at the other boys. Standing on either side of the pale boy, they looked like bodyguards. "Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

"Longbottom I a surprised they let a squib like you attend Hogwarts, Greengrass you are alright," He turned back to Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." He held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it.

"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," he said coolly his silver eyes flashing for a bit.

Draco Malfoy didn't go red, but a pink tinge appeared on his pale cheeks. "I'd be careful if I were you, Potter," he said slowly. "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either."

The temperature in the compartment dropped several degrees, while Harry began radiating an aura of fear. Draco Malfoy's words seemed to hang in the air, charged with a palpable tension. The atmosphere in the compartment had shifted dramatically. The playful, friendly vibe was replaced by a cold, ominous feeling. Harry's eyes, now a deep, glowing silver, fixed on Malfoy with an intensity that made the latter's bravado falter.

"You know nothing about my parents," Harry said, his voice low and steady, but laced with an underlying threat. "And I would advise you to keep their names out of your ignorant mouth."

Daphne and Neville watched, wide-eyed. They had never seen this side of Harry, this barely contained power that seemed to emanate from him. The two boys flanking Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, looked uncertain, shifting uncomfortably on their feet.

Draco Malfoy, for his part, seemed momentarily taken aback by Harry's response. His usual air of superiority was cracked, revealing a hint of the insecurity beneath. He quickly regained his composure, though his voice betrayed a hint of unease. "You'll regret this, Potter. You don't know what you're getting into. You're just like your mud-blood mother and your blood-traitor father."

Harry's eyes were cold as the moon on a winter night, as he began to imbue himself with the full force of the hunt. A silver light began dancing around him like a lit fire.

The energy emanating from Harry was palpable, filling the compartment with a sense of raw, untamed power. It was as if the very essence of the hunt, of the wild, was present in that small space, embodied by Harry. His connection to Artemis, his mother, was more evident than ever, manifesting in the silver light that seemed to dance around him, a physical representation of his divine heritage.

Draco Malfoy, despite his bravado, seemed to sense the danger he was in. The mocking smile faltered, replaced by a flicker of fear as he took a step back. Crabbe and Goyle, clearly unnerved, mirrored his movement.

"Enough, Draco," Daphne interjected, her voice firm yet calm. "This isn't the way to start the school year. Let's not make enemies on the first day."

Harry's gaze lingered on Malfoy for a moment longer, the intensity in his eyes conveying a clear warning. Then, slowly, the silver light began to fade, and the temperature in the compartment returned to normal. Harry took a deep breath, visibly reining in his emotions.

"Get out," Harry said quietly, his voice still holding a trace of the power that had just been displayed. "And remember this. I am not my parents, and I will not tolerate insults against them or my friends."

Malfoy, now visibly shaken, gave Harry one last wary look before turning to leave with Crabbe and Goyle in tow. The door slid shut behind them, and the tension in the compartment finally broke.

Daphne took out her stele and drew a calm anger rune on Harry's wrist. "Harry are you okay"

Harry took a deep breath, feeling the calming effect of the rune Daphne had drawn on his wrist. He nodded slowly, his eyes returning to their normal colour, the remnants of the intense silver light fading away. "Yeah, I'm okay," he said, his voice steady again. "Thanks, Daphne. I... I didn't mean to lose control like that."

Daphne gave him a reassuring smile, her hand still resting gently on his wrist. "It's understandable, Harry. You were provoked," before she opened their telepathic link and continued "and your connection to Artemis amplified your reaction. But you handled it well in the end."

Neville, who had been silent during the confrontation, finally spoke up, his voice tinged with admiration. "That was amazing, Harry. I've never seen anything like it."

Harry offered a small, grateful smile to Neville. "Thanks, Neville. But I hope I don't have to do that again. It's not... it's not who I want to be."

The conversation gradually shifted away from the incident, and they spent the rest of the journey discussing lighter topics. Neville shared more about his passion for plants and his hopes for Herbology classes, while Daphne talked about her interest in potion-making and the magical properties of different plants.

Just then the compartment opened once again and a seventeen-year-old girl with pink hair and a Hufflepuff uniform with a badge that had a P on it. She was flanked by a seventeen-year-old boy with brown hair also wearing a Hufflepuff uniform with a badge that had a P on it.

"Wotcher, first years," said the girl, "I am Tonks, and this is Gabriel Truman, we are seventh-year Hufflepuff prefects, we are here because we got a report from a first-year boy with blond hair, accompanied by two overweight boys, and they said you attacked them maliciously and threatened to quote kill them brutally."

Harry glanced at Daphne and Neville, a look of disbelief crossing his face before turning back to the prefects, his hair and eyes turning a bright red. "That's not true," he said calmly, though the frustration was evident in his tone. "We did disagree, but there was no attack or threat of that kind from us."

Daphne nodded in agreement. "Tonks, Gabriel, Draco Malfoy is the one who came in here provoking Harry. He insulted us, especially Harry and his family. Harry did get angry, but he didn't attack anyone."

Tonks raised an eyebrow, her pink hair changing to a shade of blue, reflecting her change in mood. "Malfoy, huh? Figures. My mum told me his father was nothing but trouble and expected the apple to not fall far from the tree. But we need to be sure. Gabriel, why don't you check with the other students in the neighbouring compartments for their version of the story?"

Gabriel, the boy with brown hair, nodded and promptly left the compartment to gather more information.

Turning her attention back to the trio, Tonks sat down opposite them. "Okay, tell me exactly what happened. We need to know everything to make a fair assessment."

Harry, Daphne, and Neville exchanged looks, each understanding the gravity of the situation. With the prefects' attention focused on them, it was important to explain the incident accurately and calmly.

Harry began, his voice steady. his hair and eyes turning back to normal causing Tonks to lift an eyebrow. "Draco Malfoy entered this compartment with two other students, Crabbe and Goyle. He started making derogatory comments about our families and trying to goad me into some alliance based on family status."

Daphne added, "He was particularly insulting towards Harry's parents and Neville here. It was clear that he was looking to provoke a reaction."

Neville nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he called me a 'squib' and was rude. Harry didn't attack them or anything. He just stood up to Malfoy."

Tonks listened intently, her expression turning from one of official duty to concern. "Sounds like Malfoy alright. Always stirring trouble. And what happened when you 'stood up' to him, Harry?"

Harry shifted slightly, He knew he could not tell anyone who his mother was, so he had to choose his words very carefully "I was angry, I won't deny that. I may have let my emotions get the better of me. My eyes might have glowed a bit – it's something that happens when I'm upset or stressed. It's not something I fully understand yet, but it's never been harmful. I told Malfoy to leave and to stop insulting my parents."

Tonks seemed to mull over this information, her expression thoughtful. "Glowing eyes, huh? Well, that's new. But I know emotions can run high, especially with Malfoy pushing buttons. Did you or any of you threaten them?"

"No, there were no threats," Daphne assured her. "It was more of a firm demand for respect and to leave us alone."

Just then, Gabriel returned, a serious look on his face. "I spoke with some students in the nearby compartments. They heard loud voices but didn't mention anything about a physical attack. They did say that Malfoy and his goons left in a hurry, looking a bit rattled."

Tonks sighed, running a hand through her now-green hair. "Alright, thanks, Gabriel. Seems like it was just a heated exchange. We'll talk to Malfoy and his friends too. But for now, try to keep the peace, okay? First day and all."

Harry nodded, feeling a bit relieved. "Of course, Tonks. I didn't want any trouble. Thanks for understanding."

Tonks signalled Gabriel to leave, her hair shifting back to pink. "No worries. Just keep in mind that Hogwarts can be tough, but it's also a place to learn and grow. If you have any problems, you know where to find us prefects."

Once Gabriel left Tonks looked at Harry, "Mr. Potter, tell me do you know you are a Metamorphmagus?"

"I do" replied Harry, "Daphne is one as well"

"Do you know what levels of Metamorphmagus are there?" asked Tonks.

"no" replied Harry.

Tonks nodded, her expression shifting to that of a teacher. "There are generally three levels of Metamorphmagi, though it's a bit more complex than just categorizing. The first level is the basic one, where you can change your hair colour, eye colour, and perhaps some basic facial features. It's the most common level among Metamorphmagi."

"As for the second level," she continued, "involves more intricate changes. You can alter your entire appearance, including your height, and build, and even mimic specific individuals. However, you can't change gender."

"Then there's the third level, which is rare," Tonks said, her tone turning more serious. "This allows you to change your appearance completely, including your gender, a level three Metamorphmagi can both get pregnant and impregnate others."

"I may be a level three Metamorphmagi" replied Harry, recalling the time when he was eight years old and woke up as a female version of himself.

Tonks raised her eyebrows, clearly intrigued. "That's quite rare, Harry. It means you have a significant amount of control and potential with your abilities. It's important to learn to manage it properly. Have you had any training?"

Harry shook his head. "Not really. It's been mostly instinctual. I sometimes change when I'm feeling strong emotions."

"That's not uncommon for untrained Metamorphmagi," Tonks said thoughtfully. "It's tied to your emotional state. But you should consider getting some guidance. Hogwarts can be a great place for that. Professor McGonagall, for instance, though not a Metamorphmagus herself, is very knowledgeable about transfiguration and can offer guidance."

Daphne added, "We should look into that. It would help us understand and control our abilities better."

Tonks nodded, standing up to leave. "I'll let the professors know about your situation, so they're aware and can offer assistance. Also, don't be surprised if the school puts you in a female dorm."

"May I ask why?" asked Harry.

Tonks paused, considering her words carefully. "Given your unique ability as a level three Metamorphmagus, the school may want to ensure your comfort and the comfort of other students. If you can change genders, let's just say bad things happen when you put a female in a room full of hormonal boys."

"I am as confused as a penguin swimming in the Caribbean," said Harry. "how come it'd be a problem if I were a girl in the boy's dorms instead of a boy in the girl's dorm"

Tonks gave a small smile at Harry's analogy. "It's a bit of a double standard, but it boils down to historical and cultural perceptions. There's a long-standing concern about males, even those with the ability to change gender, being in close quarters with females, especially in private settings like dormitories. It's partly due to old-fashioned ideas about protection and propriety."

She continued, "In your case, Harry, as a level three Metamorphmagus, you don't exactly have a gender, you are both male and female at the same time, there will be a time once a month for a few days when you will be stuck in a female form."

"Um I am confused," said Harry.

Tonks noticed the confusion on Harry's face and sat back down, ready to explain in more detail. "Okay, let me break it down. As a level three Metamorphmagus, you have the unique ability to change your gender completely, which is a rare and complex form of metamorphosis. This means that biologically speaking, you will experience the physical characteristics of both genders."

She paused, choosing her words carefully. "This includes the reproductive aspects. So, for a few days each month, your body will align more with a female's physiology, including the menstrual cycle. It's an unusual situation, but it's part of what makes a level three Metamorphmagus so unique."

Understanding dawned on Harry's face as Tonks explained the nuances of his Metamorphmagus abilities. He realized the complexities of his condition and the importance of understanding and managing it properly.

"Thanks, Tonks," Harry said, his expression a mix of appreciation and contemplation. "I didn't realize how intricate this was. I'll seek guidance at Hogwarts."

Tonks smiled reassuringly. "You're welcome, Harry. And remember, Hogwarts is a place where you can learn and grow, not just in magic, but in understanding yourself too. I'll make sure the staff is aware of your situation so they can support you."

With that, Tonks stood up, her hair shifting back to its original pink shade. "I should get back to my duties. Remember, if you need anything, just ask. And good luck with the Sorting Hat later!"

After Tonks left, the compartment fell into a brief silence as Harry, Daphne, and Neville each processed the conversation.

AN: Before yall come at me with pitchforks, in Mythology and the PJO series, Aphrodite, Zeus, and Apollo had children with both Males and Females, this could only happen if Zeus and Apollo gave birth themselves and Aphrodite impregnated said female. this means that to the gods gender means very little to them. Harry and Daphne are the same way.

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