**Chapter 1: Discovery at Hogwarts**

The Boy Who Cast Beyond Harry Potter was not like other boys. He had a secret, one that he didn't fully understand himself. It wasn't just that he was famous in the wizarding world, or that he had a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. It was something more, something that made him different from the moment he was born. Harry was a futanari, possessing both male and female genitalia. This aspect of his identity was a part of him, but it wasn't the only thing that defined him. On his eleventh birthday, Harry's life changed forever. He received a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and with it, his journey into the wizarding world began. Harry had always felt like there was something missing, like he didn't quite fit in with his Muggle (non-magical) relatives, the Dursleys. The Dursleys were cruel and neglectful, but they had no idea what they had been hiding. As Harry made his way to Diagon Alley to buy his school supplies, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. The bustling streets, filled with witches and wizards going about their daily business, were a far cry from the mundane life he had known with the Dursleys. When he finally boarded the Hogwarts Express, Harry was struck by the curious glances from his fellow students. His unique appearance, with long, messy black hair and eyes that seemed to sparkle with a hint of magic, made him stand out. But it was the whispers and giggles that really caught his attention. Harry had grown accustomed to the strange looks and whispers from the Dursleys' neighbors, but he had hoped that the wizarding world would be more accepting. As the train ride came to an end, Harry followed his new classmates to the Great Hall for the sorting ceremony. The room was filled with long tables, floating candles, and the portraits of former headmasters and headmistresses. Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration professor, stood at the front of the room, a wise and kind smile on her face. "When you are called, you will sit on the stool, and the Sorting Hat will place you in one of four houses: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff," she explained. As the sorting began, Harry watched as his new classmates were sorted into their respective houses. When it was finally his turn, Harry walked up to the stool, the Sorting Hat placed on his head. "GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted, and Harry made his way to the Gryffindor table, where his new classmates welcomed him with applause. As he took his seat, Harry couldn't help but notice the curious glances from his fellow students. Some of them stared openly, their faces a mixture of fascination and disgust. Harry's heart sank, but he remembered the words of his mother, who had always told him that he was special, that he had a purpose. He looked around the table and saw two students who seemed friendly - Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They smiled at him, and Harry felt a sense of relief wash over him. Maybe, just maybe, he would find acceptance and friendship at Hogwarts after all. The feast began, and Harry was bombarded with questions about his past, his parents, and his scar. He answered as best he could, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his story, more to his identity, than he was letting on. As the night drew to a close, Harry couldn't help but wonder what the future held. He was The Boy Who Cast Beyond, but what did that really mean? Only time would tell.