He was frozen in place, caught in the boy's spell, trapped by his beauty and allure. He didn't know what to do, how to react to the situation, and he felt like he was trapped, stuck in a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from. 
"Remember me? Malachi?" The cold and deep voice of the boy pulled him out of his thought. 
"Ah!" James gritted his teeth, He ran his hand through his messy, silky brown hair that hung down past his ears, his framing his narrow face. His brown eyes were often half-hidden behind his curtains of hair.
"Am I going crazy... now?" He murmured, yet low enough for the boy to hear his melodic voice, that's like a melody that danced in the air. 
"Dad was right, mother's tea could drive people crazy, because I can't see a fucking dead people now, can I?" He muttered harshly. "I am fucking crazy."
As James muttered to himself, a deep sense of dread washed over him. He didn't know what to do or how to react to the boy in front of him. He felt as if he was caught in a nightmare, and he wanted nothing more than to wake up.
"No, you're not crazy," the boy replied in a calm and soothing voice, his grey eyes fixed on James. "Then explain how the fuck you are!?" He shouted.
"How could a dead person be standing in front of me!?" Anger was easily notice in both his body language and voice.
"It's simple, Malachi, I never died." The boy chuckled, completely indifferent to the confusion and disbelief that James was feeling.
"W-what?" James stuttered, He wanted to run, to get as far away as possible from this nightmare and this place. But his legs wouldn't move, and he felt like he was frozen in place, caught in a moment that would never end.
He didn't know what to do, how to break the silence that hung heavy in the air between them. "I never died, James."
"You-!" James gritted his teeth, it did not take much time for his fist to meet the boy's cheek. The grey-eyes boy stood up wiping the blood that was dripping off his lip.
"Well unless you are going to beat me up to death, that it." He chuckles. He took a step closer to James, and as he did, the air between them, it's seemed to crackle with a strange kind of energy, like a hidden force was at work, pulling them together.
"Well? Am I not getting a hug?"
As James looked into his eyes, he felt as if he was falling into a deep, dark abyss. The world around him seemed to fade away, and he was left alone with the boy in front of him, who happened to be the source of all his fears and doubts.
He felt like he was drowning, like he was caught in a whirlpool that was pulling him down, down into a darkness that he didn't understand. He wanted to scream, to lash out, to escape from this boy who was haunting him, but he couldn't make a sound.
As the seconds ticked by, James felt like he was exposed, something he hate, it's like the boy was a predator who had caught him in his sights. He wanted to run, to hide, and to escape from this nightmare, but he was trapped, caught in a world that was spinning out of control.
"Hug? My punches sound better?" James scoffed with anger. "Come on, Malachi, the others are waiting for you too and also, that little red head seem eager to see you, but you don't seem happy about her anymore." The grey-eyes boy smirk.
"I promise to explain everything while watching." He promised. "F-Fine." James stuttered hesitated before walking past the boy and intentionally bump his shoulder against his.
A chuckle escapes his lips as he follows James back into the Great Hall and there was something that he was tempted to laugh about.
Lucius Malfoy's face when he 
saw him. "James!" Lily shouted, she looked at him before noticing the boy behind him.
"Potter, Am I dreaming or?" Lucius looks at the boy in disbelief. "Achilles?" He whispered.
"What? The Achilles that you always talked about?" Narcissa looked at her fiancé in confusion. "Yes." He replied.
"Hold the fuck up." Sirius lifts up his hand and wave it. "Who is the guy that look a fucking Black?" He asked curious.
"And why is Prongs angry?" Sirius asks, Euphemia tensed and walks closer to Fleamont. "Are we in Heaven or Hell?" She asked.
"Let me introduce myself," The grey eyes boy spoke, his deep and cold 
voice sending shivers down to them.
"I am Achilles Laskos Malfoy," He smirks, "Older brother to Lucius Malfoy and Heir to the most Noble and Ancient house of the Laskos House." He added.
"Pleasure to meet your acquaintance."
Many gasps, not only at him being a Malfoy but also because he was the Heir of the Laskos House. 
The Laskos family, one of the most renowned pureblood houses, traces its origins back to Ancient Greece, where the Laskos family were renowned artisans and craftsmen known for creating some of the most elegant and intricate pottery in the ancient world. 
The family's craftsmanship was so renowned that they were granted the honor of providing the pottery that held the Holy Ampules in the Sacred Hall of Olympia, where the Olympic Games were held.
Over the centuries, the Laskos family's renown and prestige grew, and they became one of the most respected and influential families in the pureblood world. 
The family's members were known for their exceptional talent for crafting beautiful and intricate pottery, and 
their work was highly sought after by the wealthy and powerful across the wizarding world. 
The Laskos family formed a political alliance with the Malfoy family by marrying their only maiden, Lilia Laskos, to Abraxas Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy fortune and legacy. 
The union of these two great families strengthened both their political and magical power, and the fruit of the marriage were two boys.
Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, Heir to the most Noble and Ancient House of the Malfoy.
Achilles Ares Laskos, Heir to the most Noble and Ancient House of the Laskos.
But years ago, the news of the Heir of the Laskos house who was sent away for his studies but those who know was truth, the truth was that he was killed and miraculously, he was standing in front of them.
"My son." Lilia Laskos quickly hugged him alongside, Lucius. Both were as happy as their father but Lucius glance at James who still look like he saw a ghost.
"How?" James whispers, he places himself quietly next to his mother.
"Let's continue watching, I do want to know more about Coventina, not you Malachi?" Achilles smirks at James.
"You are right, Heir Laskos." James ignored Lily and looked back at the screen. "He is alive." He thought.