Rated T - No triggers, just a bit of oddness. Prompt from Facebook group The Fairest of the Rare - I was given two names to create anything I could come up.
An Old Man's Crutch
by: RooOJoy
Elphias Doge was an old man, period. Nearing the age of one-hundred and eighteen he knew a thing or two about the way the world went round. The thing he knew above anything else, was that humans kept secrets - people lied.
Dogbreath Doge, he huffed to himself thinking of Rita Skeeter's book - she could go suck up on a dragon egg for all he cared. Although he had to admit, he'd rather he went to the grave like Albus before she found out his secret.
Looking into the mirror, he took a large gulp of the frothing mustard yellow concoction. He expected it to taste of rotten eggs, and while there was a hint of egg, his throat gagged in the overwhelming flavor of pepper and maybe... liver he thought.
He watched as his features morphed in front of the glass. His white hair turned a shade of blonde, tinged with pale silver. His face smoothed of wrinkles, to only show small lines around a woman's mouth where she obviously held her lips down in a frown. His body straightened from his hunched position into a long, elegant, and feminine stance.
The woman standing before the looking glass was not the most beautiful, but he stretched his limbs grateful that the pull of muscle did not leave him in pain. The ache of his bones did not burn as though on fire, and his eyesight - along with his hearing - was amplified tremendously.
This is what he kept quiet - his secret. This is what kept him alive. The need to take someone else's form, someone younger, someone unnoticed, it was an overwhelming urge that took hold of him every day.
Today, he stood in front of the mirror staring at a person he only had seen in a picture. He had taken the hair while they had volunteered for the Advanced Guard for Harry Potter a couple of years earlier - he stared at a woman by the name of Petunia Dursley.
Running his hand smoothly over his face he made his way to his chair, grabbed his tea, and drank it while reading a book - thankful to not feel the pain of age.