DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter.
Harry Potter was a man. Eighteen and he had finally become an animagus, just like his late father. Unfortunately, it was a fluffy little bunny, but, hey, at least he had a form, unlike Ronald Weasley
"Thanks Bob, I'll see you tomorrow. It's her birthday, you know?", joked Harry as he left his old office. He stepped outside and took a deep breath. He looked around and transformed into a little black rabbit with a pink scar on its head.
He began hopping down the street. Suddenly though-
A huge yellow taxi crushed Harry in mid-hop. The person inside shrugged and said, "Oops, I killed another damn rabbit." And then Albus Dumbledore drives on, not knowing that he had crushed the light's only chance of defeating Voldemort.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I do not despise bunnies.