Disguises, By Piggylette

DISCLAIMER: Do I look like Jo Rowling?? Oh, really?? Then you must need new glasses, because I am not her, so I own nothing but the name LeAnn Kelling and anything you don't recognize from the books.

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LeAnn Kelling sniffed back tears as she looked at her own reflection. Her amber eyes, long, straight, brown hair and somewhat pointed nose. She was to start her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in a week, and knew that this would be the last time she would see this face staring back at her.

She didn't particularly want to change anything about her appearance. She wasn't the most beautiful girl in the school, of course, but she was far from fair. She'd had a fair share of boyfriends over the years, so she definitely wasn't changing to attract boys: she'd been doing fine in that field already.

The one reason why she was going through all this physical and emotional grief was for her own protection. Her parents, John and Linda Kelling, had been killed by the Dark Lord. Even now, she was staying in a hotel. She couldn't risk going back to her parents' house in case she was she next target. It was all so baffling to her too: Why would He-Who-Must-Be-Named kill two anonymous muggles?? Was he trying to get to her??

Since no one could assume she was out of danger, Headmaster Dumbledore had proposed at the end of last school year that she change her physical appearance and name before returning to school. He didn't want any Death Eaters to be able to lure her to an unwelcome fate.

She reached for the scissors and began trimming her gorgeous, waist-length chestnut locks as her tears soaked the carpet. Would her life ever be the same? No, she reasoned. It would probably never be the same again. Dumbledore was hosting a fraudulent memorial service for her the very next day to eliminate any people who may be searching for her. Her friends, therefore, would think she was dead and never be the same to her again. Her boyfriends, her teachers - everything about her would have to change. She wouldn't be able to do anything "LeAnn-ish" anymore, such as her way of speech, commonly-used words, and general way of being a student. She couldn't afford to have her friends recognize her, which hurt her almost more than her parents' deaths.

How could the world have come to this!?!?!!

Blind followers of murderous villains - Mary Tudor, Lenin, Hitler, and now Voldemort? Don't people ever learn from history?!?!?!? Now she, an innocent 16-year-old, had to suffer from people's ignorance.

It made her sick.

And now, as she reached for a bottle of hair-dye, she knew life would never be the same. And He was to blame. She recited a spell she had 'bought' from the beautician to change your eye color but had to wait an hour longer than usual for her eyes to change due to the tears flowing around them. During this time, she reached for a potion she had brewed and bottled the night before that would "perm" her hair instantly and permanently. She winced as she watched her beautiful, silky hair turn springy and curly. A painful word and flick of the wand and her slightly pointed nose was small and rounded. Her mother's permanent gift to her, her crescent-like birthmark on the bottom of her foot, she couldn't bear to remove, so she settled with moving it to a more secret location on her body.

When all her changes were complete, LeAnn dared to look in the mirror and try to get used to her new appearance. Her vibrant green eyes stared back at her from her curly head of dark red hair. She could barely recognize herself any more.

Preparing to go to sleep, she took a potion that would make her three inches shorter overnight, killing her tall reputation. Glancing in the mirror one last time, she decided to change one more thing. 'If I'm going to be a different person anyway, there's nothing wrong with improving a bit of bosom.' She pointed her wand at her chest before muttering "Enlargio" and watching her chest gain 10% more cleavage. 'Nice. Ha, wouldn't Mundungus have fun with these!' Realizing that she might never have a chance with him again, she grumpily reached over to the table to do the last thing necessary before going to bed.

She opened the Legal Nomenclature Modification form and proceeded to fill it out.

Legal Name: LeAnn Kelling

Date of Birth: April 16, 1960

Age: 16

Requested Name: Lily Rose Evans

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A/N - Oh no! I've started another one!!!!

What do you think?? Fun, huh? I don't know if I should keep going with the school year or just stop here. Tell me what you want me to do!! This is probably my longest chapter ever, but it's a pretty self-speaking chapter. My original intent was to go through the school year with the trials and tribulations (and fun-ness) of a new 6th-year who just happens to be our very own Lily Evans. Once I've started, however, I'm thinking I might just want to stop here and leave the rest up to imagination. Seriously, if you read this story, PLEASE do not forget to REVIEW so I know what to do with this story, if anything.

Hope you enjoyed my story! Now click the GO! button on the bottom left-hand corner and have a nice day!

--eM