Disclaimer: Harry Potter: Changes has been filmed in front of a live studio audience

It was the final task in the Triwizard tournament and Harry, Cedric, Victor, and Fleur had appeared in the middle of a cemetery. "Where are we?" Said Cedric.

"Damn it!" Said Harry, just then he was suddenly in Kevlar armor. "Stay here!"

"Wait," said Fleur. "What are you about to do?"

"End This." With that, he headed to where the 'welcome back party was.

"Now, all we have to do is wait for the guest of honor," said 'Babymort'. Harry showed up, "and here he is. Bind Him!" Harry smirked and moved, he was all over the place. He started to leap away from the Death Eaters and remove their masks. Then knocking them out turned them into action figures, and placed them in a stasis field. "GET HIM!" They still missed, that was when Wormtail tried his luck and punched Harry in the face.

Harry just looked at the fat, rat-faced, traitorous wizard as if he was crazy and body-slammed him to the ground. Then more Death eaters had come to harm him. 'Okay. Now it's a party!' He thought, he threw out his hands and a pair of guns appeared in them. Then he fired one of them using magical bullets he had created taking them out, freezing or stunning them. Then as the last one fell, He walked up to Tommy.

"Potter!" He said, "Why Can't You Die?

"Because I'm a god." With that, he knocked the homunculus out and put it in stasis. "It's over guys." Just then the others came out of hiding and Fleur grabbed onto Harry and they saw how he was looking. He holstered his guns in reach around holsters and sighed.

"Are you alright?" she said as she cuddled with him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. We need to get out of here," he said. "So, how does it feel to be co-champions?"

"What do you mean co-champions?" Said Cedric, "I touched it first."

"If you want to be technical, I did."

"Only because I bumped into you." Said Victor.

"That was because I pushed you out of ze way Victor." Said Fleur, with that they grabbed all of the Death Eaters for transport while arguing about who touched the trophy first. Then they all grabbed it and teleported to the champion's area.

When they arrived they still argued about who was the first touch. "It was me!" Said Harry.

"No, it wasn't." Said Victor.

"Mon ami, mon cher," said Fleur. "I was about to grab ze trophy in the first place when Victor pushed me into you."

"I only pushed back because Harry tripped after YOU pushed me!" He said everyone was hearing the argument going on and saw all of the bodies that were with them. Knowing that the argument wasn't getting them anywhere, Harry whistled.

"TIME OUT!" He said the other champions looked at him. "Why don't we just split the winnings? I mean come on, this is the first time that ALL contestants survived." He held out his hand in the middle, "agreed?" Fleur placed hers on top of his.

"Agreed," then Cedric placed his.

"Alright," and finally Victor.

"Da," he said.

"Now we got bigger fish to fry. MADAME BONES!" Just then she came up to them, "We have a nice little present for you." He had a huge bag and emptied it. There was a huge pile of Death Eaters as action figures and on top were Voldemort and Wormtail. "I do believe THAT's Peter Pettigrew aka Wormtail." He looked at Minister Fudge, "I told this Last Year. I do hope Sirius will get his trial."

"You can count on me," said Amelia. "Could you, unshrink them please?"

"Of course," he placed a magical binding rune on them. Dumbledore went over to them and tried to read their minds over what happened. But they wouldn't look him in the eye. "What are you trying to do Headmaster?" Knowing he was caught, he tried to talk his way out of it.

"I'm so glad you're alright Harry." He said.

"I'm sure you are. Not going to try to tell me how disappointed you are in me for NOT dying for your cause? Not going to ask me how I defeated Tommy?" Dumbledore looked shocked at him, "Oh yeah, I'm not staying with the Dursleys anymore."

"What?"

"Yeah, I thought you got my message. No, I'm not I've been staying with my Maternal Godparents. I think you know them, if not, you soon will." Then he turned his back to him as Hermione leaped at him to give him a huge hug.

"What happened?" She said.

"I'll tell you when we get somewhere safe." Just then Moody had seen him and was about to attack him. "DOWN!" He knocked Hermione away from him leaped back with twin handguns and fired stunner shots at him. Then tossed them out of his hand and they disappeared. He landed on his back and rolled away. Madame Pomfrey had gone to him to see if he was alright. Fudge went over as well to get those guns.

"Hand them over Potter!" Just then he was staring down the barrel of one of the guns.

"I will take your head off your shoulders," he said. "I got a permit for these. I'm not about to hand you my guns. Not without you getting a case of lead poisoning." Then Snape tried to get them from Harry.

"Hand them over you disrespectful brat! Just like your fath-!" He didn't finish because Harry knocked him out with one blow.

"You Damn Right I'm Like My Father!" He yelled, "Because I Just Knocked You Out!" Then he shot Dumbledore a glare, "Don't even attempt." Then looked to Fudge, "You want them? Come get them!" Fudge gulped and backed off, "what I thought. Madame Bones! There's another Death Eater, right there. Also, I think the Headmaster might need to go to St. Mungo's for a check-up. How long have you two been friends again?" So Aurors took 'Moody' in. "Come on guys let's get something to eat, I'm starving." They walked off towards the school.

They walked in a tight group, Harry in the center with Hermione clinging to his arm and Fleur close beside him. Cedric and Victor formed a protective barrier around them, their eyes constantly scanning the corridors. The Great Hall was surprisingly empty, only a few students and staff members were still lingering.

"Let's go to the kitchens," Harry said, his voice tight. "The house-elves will keep quiet."

Hermione nodded eagerly. "Good idea, Harry. We can figure out what to do there."

As they descended the stairs to the kitchens, Harry couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. His senses were on high alert, the Kevlar armor beneath his robes a comfort he hadn't known he needed until today.

The kitchens were a haven of warmth and activity. Dozens of house-elves scurried about, eager to serve. Dobby, his big green eyes shining with excitement, rushed to his side.

"Harry Potter, sir! Dobby is so happy you are safe!"

"Thanks, Dobby," Harry said, returning his smile. "Could you maybe… make us some sandwiches? Lots of them. And maybe some pumpkin juice?"

Dobby snapped his fingers, and in an instant, a mountain of sandwiches and pitchers of juice appeared on a nearby table.

As they ate, Harry explained everything that had happened in the graveyard, from the portkey to Voldemort's resurrection, to the sudden inexplicable appearance of his armor and the… weapons.

Hermione listened, her jaw dropping further with each detail. "You turned Death Eaters into… action figures?" she finally gasped. "And you had guns?"

"Magical bullets, Hermione," Harry corrected, taking another bite of his sandwich. "They're powered by my magic. And yeah, the action figure thing… I don't know how exactly I did that."

"It's like a form of advanced transfiguration," Fleur mused, her brow furrowed in thought. "You were able to temporarily trap them in a miniature, inert state."

Cedric, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, spoke up. "But why the graveyard? Why was it a portkey? And why you?"

"Voldemort needed my blood for the ritual," Harry explained grimly. "He needed the protection that my mother gave me, to overcome... Well, it's complicated. And the graveyard… I don't know, theatrics, I suppose."

Victor grunted. "He is weak. Hides behind followers."

Hermione frowned. "What about Dumbledore? Why didn't he help?"

Harry rubbed his temples. "That's… the million-dollar question. I don't know. He was too focused on trying to read my mind, I think. And protecting his secrets. After what happened with 'Moody', I'm not sure who to trust."

"What secrets?" Hermione asked, her voice rising with concern. "What are you talking about, Harry?"

Before Harry could answer, a loud crack echoed through the kitchen. All eyes turned to see a house-elf, one they didn't recognize, trembling near the doorway.

"Master wants Harry Potter to come," the elf squeaked, its eyes darting nervously. "Master Dumbledore demands his presence."

Harry's hand instinctively went to the space where he usually kept his wand, even though at this moment, he wished he had his guns and his Kevlar on. "Tell him I'm busy."

The elf wrung its hands. "Master will be angry! He says it is… important."

Harry exchanged a look with the others. "Alright," he said finally, standing up. "Let's go."

(All About Family)

As they walked back towards Dumbledore's office, Harry saw McGonagall hurrying towards them, her face etched with worry. "Harry! I was just coming to find you. Dumbledore is... agitated. He's demanding to see you immediately."

"We know, Professor," Harry said grimly. "We're on our way."

McGonagall hesitated, then lowered her voice. "Be careful, Harry. He's... not himself."

The password to Dumbledore's office was still 'Lemon Drops'. The gargoyle swung aside, and they ascended the spiral staircase. The atmosphere in the office was heavy, charged with an unfamiliar tension.

Dumbledore stood behind his desk, his eyes glittering with intensity. He didn't offer them a seat.

"Harry," Dumbledore began, his voice deceptively calm. "We need to talk about what happened tonight. About your… unorthodox methods."

"Unorthodox?" Harry repeated, his voice hardening. "You mean stopping Voldemort and capturing his Death Eaters? I'm sorry if that wasn't in your lesson plan."

"Those methods were dangerous, reckless! You could have been killed!" Dumbledore thundered.

"Could've? Or shoud've Headmaster?" Said Cedric.

"I was almost killed!" Harry snapped back. "And where were you then, Headmaster? Why didn't you help?"

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed. "I had my reasons, Harry. Reasons that you cannot possibly understand." He paused, his gaze piercing.

"Yeah, like being next 'Merlin'?" Said Victor, Dumbledore ignored that.

"Now, tell me about these… weapons. Where did you acquire them?"

Harry crossed his arms. "I told you, I don't know. One minute I'm in a graveyard, the next I'm wearing Kevlar and carrying guns. Maybe Sirius knows - maybe one of his old friends helped get them to me." He lied easily.

"Sirius is in no position to aid you," Dumbledore said, his voice tight. "He is a fugitive."

"He's innocent," Harry retorted. "And maybe, just maybe, he's more trustworthy than you are right now."

The silence that followed was deafening. Dumbledore stared at Harry, his expression unreadable. The portraits on the walls shifted nervously, their painted eyes darting between the two wizards.

Finally, Dumbledore sighed. "Very well, Harry. I can see that you are… upset. But I assure you, everything I do is for the greater good."

"Even if it means sacrificing me right?" Harry challenged.

Dumbledore's eyes flickered with something that might have been guilt. "Never that, Harry. Never that."

Harry didn't believe him. Not anymore. 'Lying arse!' "I think we're done here," Harry said, turning to leave. "Come on, guys."

As they reached the door, Dumbledore spoke again, his voice low and urgent. "Harry, you must trust me. You are the only one who can defeat Voldemort."

Harry stopped, his hand on the doorknob. "THEN WHY ARE YOU STOPPING ME!" His eyes turning red, "maybe you should start trusting me too, Dumbledore. Or maybe find another Boy-Who-Lived. Because I'm not sure I want the job anymore."

He pushed the door open and walked out, leaving Dumbledore alone in his office, slamming the door. Surrounded by his secrets and his heavy, unspoken burdens.

The fight for Harry's future, it seemed, had just begun. And it was clear that he couldn't trust anyone, not even the most powerful wizard in the world.

TBC

A/N: This was inspired by 'When a veela cries'.