First it was his hair, shaven with a straight razor until all evidence of his white blond locks were missing. Than it was his eyes, turned brown by a simple muggle device called contacts. Next came his friends, he no longer had time for their blind charades. But still it wasn't enough. His outside was changed and nearly unrecognizable, but the inside was still there. The same has it had always been since he could understand the rantings and ideals his father fed into his psyche. All he wanted was a new beginning.
"Avada Kedavra." He had his new beginning.