I know nothing relating to the Harry Potter Series but the idea for this fanfiction, even if it is slightly unoriginal.

Since I was not born before '90, I apologize for any incorrect technologies and the like. At most, I'll get /some/ things right. Just not a lot.

Anyways, this'll be mostly canon for a bit with some changes here and there and then things'll start to change.

Harry Potter: The Metamorph Files

Prologue (Chapter 0)

October 23, 1981

Life was good for one James Potter… Well, not so much. He, his wife and his firstborn had hidden themselves under a Fidelius to hide from a would-be emperor. Still, things could be worse. His best friend, Sirius Black, was the obvious choice for the secret keeper so he hopped from place to place to outrun the Death Eaters to try to keep them thinking that. In fact, Peter Pettigrew held the secret. And, while he wasn't the best person for the job, James thought he would do the job no matter what.

He smiled to himself as he walked behind his wife to sneak a kiss before he was interrupted by the cry of his child. His wife, still not knowing he was behind her, called out to him, "James! Can you go check on Harry? I'm still preparing dinner. Merlin knows what happened last time you tried…" He winced at the call for him and then shuddered, knowing his wife would never let the incident go. One small explosion and she held a grudge. He let out a silent huff and quickly kissed the back of her neck before he ran upstairs, to check on Harry.

He pulled his son out of the crib and slowly began to rock him, gently cooing and shushing his year old son, trying to calm him. While it did help, the boy was still crying, so he tried making funny faces and noises. When that did work, he carried little Harry over to the rocking chair in his room and pulled over the photo album that, for whichever strange reason, always calmed him. He talked Harry through the pictures as always, pointing to each person and telling him who they were.

It was several minutes before Harry stopped crying, though he stopped wailing as soon as he sat in the chair. Harry seemed transfixed on the pictures as always, eventually joining his father in saying the names of his friends. It was then James noticed something out of the corner of his eye, particularly when he pointed at "Dum'a'deer". Harry's jet-black hair wasn't black… it was silver.

He stared at his son, thinking it was a prank Lily pulled on him. When Harry pointed to "Unka' Moo-y", he knew that, even though Lily graduated at the top of her classes, or just there about, she wouldn't have been able to do it. She couldn't make him grow a goatee, after all.

With a hoarse call, he yelled for Lily, trying to keep the worry out of his voice. It clearly didn't work. Once she had heard his call, she dropped everything and made her way upstairs. It had been years since he had pulled a serious prank and she knew he wouldn't with Voldemort still out there, looking for them.

Once she entered the room, she saw his worried face and looked down to Harry… or what looked to be a young Remus Lupin, still with a goatee. If she was anyone but herself, she would've fainted. She looked to James with worry and saw the same on his face. She rushed over to Harry, pulling him out of James' arms to rock him slowly, one hand roaming over his body to check on him. Harry, having no idea what was going on, subconsciously turned back into his normal self, quickly calming a nervous Lily and James.

Lily turned to James, worry still on her face and in her voice, "Owl Dumbledore." She glared daggers, "Now."

James, knowing when to listen, rushed to do just that, sitting at his desk and taking up his quill with a shaky hand and doing as he was told.

Dear "Dum'a'deer",

If it is convenient to you, I ask you to open your Floo for Flower, Prongslet and I at your office in Hogwarts. Prongslet has shown some unusual signs Flower and myself are concerned over what it might be.

I would so enjoy explaining it but it is most peculiar and I believe you should see it for yourself.

Kindly send your answer by way of Padfoot. Hoping to see you before All Hallow's Eve.

I am, most sincerely,

Prongs

P.S. Prongslet enjoys the the scale Quidditch set you sent for his birthday, even if you did send the Chudley Cannons.

He had, while still jittery, calmed considerably while writing the letter. He quickly folded it up and slid it into the envelope and sealed it with wax. He left off the usual stamp of House Potter and used the one Sirius and Remus made for the Marauders, a four-sectioned stamp with antlers, a full moon, a grims paw print and bucked teeth. It, for all intents and purposes, worked to identify him as who he was without letting the Death Eaters or Voldemort know.

He moved to his owl and gave it the provided letter, tying it to its leg so it wouldn't lose it. The owl, knowing exactly what to do, flew off into the evening, determined to deliver the letter.

October 30, 1981

Sirius contacted James and Lily a couple days after James originally sent the letter, letting them know Dumbledore was exceedingly busy with his work as Supreme Mugwump and Headmaster but was able to push back an 'International Confederation of Wizards', or ICW meeting in order to meet them.

The couple floo'd into Dumbledores office, being warmly greeted by the newly centennial[1] man. After giving him a nice pair of hand-knitted woolen socks, they got down to business.

James cleared his throat, looking nervous about the whole thing, "Thank you for seeing us, Headmaster."

Albus could only chuckle and wave it of, "Think nothing of it, James. And please, call me Albus. I am no longer your headmaster." He gave a polite smile to the two of them, his eyes twinkling as they always did.

Lily rocked back and forth, both nervous and trying to keep Harry asleep. The boy could sleep through a train plowing through the house and yet woke up if she and James were creeping down the hall. How he slept through flooing, though, she'd never know. She cleared her throat and looked to Dumbledore, "But truly, Albus, thank you."

He nodded to her, "Now, if you would not mind showing me what is wrong with young Harry."

She nodded and gentle woke Harry, "Give him a minute to wake up."

Of course, being a bit over a year old, Harry took a while to wake, having been enjoying his nap. He yawned sleepily and rubbed one of his eyes, looking around to see why he was woken up. Of course, seeing "Dum'a'deer" got him excited and woke him up pretty quickly. It wasn't long after that Dumbledore found out what had his parents worried, Harry's hair turning grey and growing a small beard to try to match his.

Dumbledore smirked and raised an eyebrow, watching the child do his thing, "Yes, I see. How peculiar indeed." He looked over to James, "Fortunate you wrote me, James. I wrote an article back around nineteen thirty or about this. There is nothing wrong with young Harry. He is simply a metamorphmagus."

The couple calmed, glad to know it wasn't a disease or something of the sort. Albus cleared his throat, "Yes, well… There is a small matter concerning metamorphmagi." The two turned their heads to Albus, paying close attention to what he said, "Without a certain sense-of-self, they have the ability to… forget what they originally appear to be. The chance is incredibly slim, however, but there is still a chance."

He let them think it through before continuing, "I know of a way to… lets say seal the ability. It would give him a chance to establish his sense-of-self." He cleared his throat, "Of course, it would seal a large portion of his magical power as well. He would not be a squib, however. He would still have access to a small portion of his power and the strain it would cause his power to grow, while making him nearly perpetually tired. I admit it is a risk… but, when he joins Hogwarts, I'd be willing to release the seal to let him flourish."

James looked to Dumbledore, "If you would let us talk a moment." When Dumbledore nodded, he and Lily moved to the entryway to his office, quietly discussing it between themselves. Harry was still nestled in Lily's arms, his appearance turning back to what it should be.

It took them a good while, tears being shed in the process, but they had come to an agreement. It would be done. Dumbledore nodded and waved his wand over Harry once the three had returned to his desk, sealing the magic that powered Harry's ability, as well as most his other magic.

The three stayed the night in the Hogwarts infirmary, returning home the next day after making sure Harry was otherwise unaffected by the seal on his powers. Unfortunately, that was their last night together as a family. Peter had betrayed them and Voldemort had broken in, killing James and Lily and attempting to kill Harry before his magic backlashed and killed him, not before splitting a piece of his soul and attaching it to the young metamorph, sealing his fate as a horcrux.

[1] In this case, it mean he's 100 years old. The literal definition is 'relating to a hundredth anniversary' or 'a hundredth anniversary'.

I'll be going for 'Albus' when he talks and 'Dumbledore' for most other things.

I refuse to accept Harry named his kids so shittily. 'James' after his father is fine, as is 'Sirius' after his godfather, though not for a middle name. I can even handle 'Albus' for one of their middle names… but I completely refuse to accept he named one of his kids 'Albus Severus'. Albus is a terrible name in general and Severus is a completely asshat except for, like, three seconds in 'the Deathly Hallows'. He may have been a spy, but he was completely and utterly a douche.

So I say his sons names are 'James Albus (or Alastor) Potter', 'Sirius Remus Potter' and his daughter… well, her name is fine as it. I have no issues with 'Lily Luna Potter'.. Though 'Lily Nymphadora Potter' would work fine too.