Author's Note: Hey, sorry it took me forever to post the next chapter. My computer is doing something weird, but the chapter's finished now! Yay!

Disclaimer: In the time it took me to sort out my computer issues, J. K. Rowling did not give me the rights to Harry Potter so sadly, I still do not own Harry Potter. (grumbles) Stupid J. K. Rowling.

"I guess we should," Audrey said, looking annoyed. It seemed that Joey (she'd have to get back at him later) had made the final decision on the matter. "What do we need to do?"

"First of all," Percy addressed Mr. Simons, "you're going to need to look like an old Weasley." He set to work turning Mr. Simons' hair red. He didn't really need to make him taller as he, Audrey, and Joey were all rather tall. Percy spent about two hours making Mr. Simons appear to be around 100. Once Percy was finished, Mr. Simons was unrecognizable.

Before anyone else's appearances could be changed, they had to create new lives for themselves. Mrs. Simons became Vivian Turner, an old friend of Ignatius', who had come to live with him when he became too frail to care for himself. She too, was too old to perform magic. Audrey was Mrs. Turner's granddaughter, Lucy, who had moved in with her to help care for Ignatius Weasley. Joey's story was the hardest to create. He was to be Audrey/Lucy's brother. While he might have been able to pull off being an adult, there was still the question as to why he was unable to do magic. It was finally decided that he was one of the unfortunate wizards who had his magic (and wand) stolen from a muggle.

"But that's not even possible!" Audrey protested. "That's just what the Ministry says so that they can go after Muggle-borns."

"I know that and you know that and the Ministry knows that, but what can they do about it?" Percy pointed out. "If they're going to claim that all Muggle-borns 'stole' magic from a witch or wizard, where are all these witches and wizards who'd had their magic stolen? We're only supporting their claim by saying this, that is, if we're caught, which we won't be."

Audrey scowled. "This won't work. I know it won't. They won't be able to contradict you because then they'd be admitting that they were lying, but they'll know that you're lying too. They'll find some way to arrest you for it."

"Do you have any better ideas?" Percy asked her. When she remained silent, he said, "Exactly." She scowled at him, but said nothing. She turn on her heel quickly (which caused her long brown hair to nearly hit Percy in the face) and stomped over to see how Joey was doing.

"Couldn't you just say that he's a Squib?" she finally asked.

"We could, but the Ministry is pretty anti-Squib as well as anti-Muggle-born at the moment," he sighed. "Let's just not get caught."

Percy set to work on Joey's appearance. Once Percy was finished, Joey looked at around five years older and his hair was so dark brown that it was almost black.

Audrey got started on her mother's appearance (Mrs. Simons/Mrs. Turner still didn't really trust Percy) which was more work than she expected. The Human Transfiguration spell was not at all the problem, but her mother's attitude toward the situation was. Her mother simply didn't want to look older than she already did. Audrey finally managed to convince her to follow through with the plan and had much fun changing her mother's appearance. "When you're actually this age," she said once she was finished, "you'd be very lucky to look this good." She handed Mrs. Turner a mirror. "What do you think?"

Mrs. Turner ran a few fingers through her dark gray curls. She looked up at Audrey and nodded.

Audrey smiled and got to work on her one appearance. Percy (with much regret) was the one who had to tell her that she needed to cut her hair. "They know what you look like," he said, sadly.

She held a lock of brown hair out so that she could look at it closely and sighed, "I guess." Her hair had been shoulder-length for a while, but decided that it would be good to have some change. Rather than merely trimming her hair or simply layering it as everyone expected, it was chin-length before anyone could offer a suggestion. Next, she layered it.

"What color should I have?" she asked no one in particular.

"Black?" Ignatius Weasley/Mr. Simons offered.

Audrey tapped her wand against her hair which immediately turned black and shook her head. "No, it's not my color." She tried red. "I could be your sister, Percy," she joked, not noticing the melancholy look on his face when she'd said the word "sister." After trying multiple shades of brown, white-blonde ("That looks terrible!" Audrey shouted.), gold, strawberry blonde, auburn, and (for the fun of it) green, Percy finally stepped in to help.

"Here, try this," he tapped his own wand on her hair turning it a color between dirty blonde and light brown.

Audrey viewed it from different sides with a critical eye and finally smiled. "I like it. It looks natural."

"It brings out your eyes," Percy said before he could stop himself. There was a slightly awkward silence broken finally by Percy who said, "If it looks like your natural hair color, you don't look like you're in disguise. You're more believable."

"Where are we from?" Joey (who was now to be called Artie) asked.

Percy turned toward him. "What?"

"Where are we from? Won't the….Ministry or whatever have tabs on everyone from Brittan? Where are we saying we're from?" he asked.

Were Percy not so proper, he probably would have sworn at his own stupidity. How had he not thought of that? "Australia," he said. "I can't believe that I forgot about that. Good thinking," he directed this last part to Joey/Artie.

"Thanks," he grunted.

"Let's review," Percy said. He turned to Mr. Simons, "You're Ignatius Weasley. I'm your favorite great-great-nephew and I'm helping taking care of you in your old age." Mr. Simons nodded. Percy turned toward Mrs. Simons. "You're Mrs. Turner. Your husband died a few years ago. Let's say, five. You're an old friend of Ignatius' and you've come to help take care of him." She nodded and Percy turned toward Audrey. "You're Lucy Turner, Mrs. Turner's granddaughter. You're also caring for Ignatius." Audrey gave a curt nod and Percy turned toward Joey. "Artie Turner. Mrs. Turner's grandson, Audrey's brother."

"Squib," Joey said before Percy could continue. "We'll add the part about having my magic stolen only if we really have to."

Percy looked uncomfortable, but nodded.

"Well, I suppose that's it then," Audrey said. "No point in just standing around. I take it Ignatius had a library?" she asked Percy.

"Upstairs," Percy added and he watched Audrey hurry out of the room.