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A young man that looked to be about 18 walked into a clearing. He looked about furtively, and sat down, cross-legged. Screwing his eyes shut, he concentrated deeply. Feathers of the purest white sprouted all over him as he shrunk to the size of a small beach ball. He opened his eyes and gave his new wings an experimental flap. I'm an owl! He thought with glee, taking off and soaring around the clearing. He landed on several trees, frightening squirrels and other wildlife.

After a bit, he calmed down and landed awkwardly on the forest floor. Eyes shut again, he concentrated on being human. A few moments passed, and the owl could feel no change. He concentrated harder and focused on the traits that made him human. Nothing. He was still an owl. Panicking, he took off, above the forest, making his way clumsily towards a familiar house.

A slightly ruffled, letterless owl fell down the chimney of the Burrow, right in front of Ronald Weasley. Owls usually flew through the kitchen window, or in the case of Errol, into it. It dusted itself off, revealing its white feathers. Ron, who was the only one in the room at that time, choked on his glass of orange juice.

The owl glared and flapped its wings in an agitated manner. Ron reached out to poke it, but it leapt backwards and placed its wings on its hips in an utterly human gesture. Ron started, and stared at it with bafflement as the owl proceeded to make panicked gestures and hop around. Soon, a flowery scent pierced through the owl's anxiety as Ginny bounded through the door. She took a closer look at the owl and burst into laughter. When her brother looked at her in askance, she managed to say "Animagus…Harry…Go t' McGonagall.." between giggles. The owl gave her a huffy look and took off somewhat more gracefully than before. It made its way to the north, towards Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Upon arrival, he discovered with some chagrin that the welcoming feast was in full swing. Mentally groaning he steeled himself to expect the stares of many curious students. He flew in through the windows and tried to land on the head table. Unfortunately, a great many platters were in his way, and he skidded along until he tripped and fell headfirst into a pitcher of pumpkin juice. Minerva McGonagall sighed as she pulled him out. "Trouble has found you once again, Mr. Potter?"