Harry sighed darkly. "That was also Narcissa's doing. She arranged the switch for one of the Hogwarts dead. To this day I don't know who it was. I'm not sure even she does. She just found some poor soul whose body shape was similar to mine, cut a massive scar into his face ... and, let's be fair, I'm so hideous who would want to check me close-up? ... then used a phoenix to switch the bodies on the pyre. Simple really, but effective. It happened so fast no-one was any the wiser. Even me. I just woke up in the catacombs with a sore face and a ton of questions."