"Archie was only the sweetest kid ever. His parents were Fiona and Sebastian Morris. But he died when his parent's mansion was set on fire." Weasley 9 said.

Granger pulled out a book that she and Potter read. "I thought that name was familiar. The first kid to win the Quidditch World Cup." Granger smiled. I laughed.

"Meanwhile I knew his real name. Albert Reeding. He was a dangerous crazy kid. I met him in the woods looking for berries. He once tried to slit my throat. But we were both messed up as each other. It turned into a crazy dangerous friendship. Until the Dark Lord found out about him. He made me lead him to Albert's house. Him and his Deatheaters set the who.e place on fire." I explained.

The three looked at me in awe. "Why did you call him the White Rabbit?" Granger asked. I frowned. "His Animagus is a White Rabbit." I said sighing. "The kid's sweet but deadly." I added.

I apparated  to the woods. "White Rabbit?" I called out. He smiled. "Alana my favourite girl. How are you?" He asked. I laughed. "I'm the only girl you love." I grinned.

There was silence. "How did you survive?" I asked bluntly. "You told me in advance. So I jumped off the roof and turned into my White Rabbit and left a pile of bones." He laughed. I smiled. "So I didn't kill you? I felt guilty for ages." I grinned.

"Life was hard without my fellow messed up best friend." I said sadly. "Agreed. Now take me to the Weasley's." He smiled.

I apparated us to the Burrow. "Meet my friend, Albert Reeding or as you might know him, Archie Morris." I announced smirking. "You survived?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Thanks to yours truly." I bowed dramatically. Albert laughed. "Still as cocky as ever, Golden Horse?" He asked raising an eyebrow. I laughed. "Shut it White Rabbit." I laughed.

"What with the nicknames?" Weasley 3 asked. "Our Animagus." We said in unison. "So Malfoy's a Golden Horse and Arch- Albert is a White Rabbit?" Weasley 8 asked stupidly.

We nodded. "They call you Malfoy?" Albert asked laughing his ass off. "It takes people a while to warm up to me. You yourself tried to slit my throat if I remember correctly." I smirked. Everyone else's eyes widened.

"Touché." Albert replied rolling his eyes.

Soon the Ministry was called and the newspaper had an article on me and him inside it.