Who knows what this is called…
Morgan allayne
Prologue
It was a joke in the beginning. Each time we went somewhere new, we changed our names, like that would help us hide. The thing was; it did help us hide. We planned our days around what our new names would do instead of what we would do, keeping only a few things the same, or all of it just with different people, switching personalities with those we knew best.
I was actually the best at it, even better then Hermione. Each time my name changed, so did I. When my name was Harry, I was a homeless orphan and trying to find a job or something I could do for food. When it was Harold, I was a spoiled child waiting for my parents and didn't have the time to talk to anyone around me. When it was Henry, I was just a teen waiting for my friends to hang out. The names and the stories didn't matter, what mattered was that I could change everything about myself if just a few words and was believed.
The smart people caught on sometimes when I went from Harold to any of my other names, so I started wearing different clothes for different names, developing different stories for each one and what they would wear for what situation. Hermione started getting worried about me then, thinking I was starting to develop different personalities, but I knew who I was and had fun trying to change who I was just through my posture. The only reason I continued doing it after Voldemort was killed was because I thought it was fun. I never thought I could get a job out of it.
