Just then, Goyle walked in.

"How did you get in here?" Dumbledore demanded. Goyle walked over to Harry.

He stared into his eyes, and whispered one sentence: "I see dead people."

With that, Goyle walked out.

Harry was getting more and more confused. As if to make fun of his confusion, the non-existent phone rang.

"Hello?" Dumbledore said into the phone.

A cold, creepy voice responded. "Seven days..."

"What?!?"

"To renew your broomstick insurance!"

Dumbledore groaned and slammed down the receiver. "Telemarketers..."

Harry stood up. "I think I should get back to class." He wished, more than anything, more than life, more than jewels, to leave the office.

"Now, now Harry. Class can wait. About your reincarnation...Now, I do believe your strange birdlike behavior is caused by your past life as a chicken," Dumbledore began another speech.

Just then Cho Chang entered the office, her eyes lowered.

"That's one cute chick!" Harry exclaimed.

"Mr. Potter, behave yourself!" Professor McGonagall said strictly as she entered the office behind Cho.

"And that's one sexy hen! Brawwwk!" Harry clucked loudly.

"What seems to be the problem, Minnie?" Professor Dumbledore asked.

Harry starting guffawing hysterically. "Minnie! Like the mouse! Who's your daddy, Walt Disney? Haw! Minnie Mouse! And who are you Dumbledore? Mickey? You two make a perfect pair!" Harry was now rolling on the floor.

Even Cho now let out a giggle.

"That is enough, kids!"

"We're not goats!" Cho snorted.

Harry let out another "Brawwk" of laughter.

"BE QUIET, the both of you! Cho, you're already in enough trouble with stealing Professor Flitwick's sausage cupcake! Now I think you two should both go down to your classes," Professor McGonagall ordered.

Cho and Harry were in the hallway walking down together when Harry began flapping his arms.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Cho asked, a tint of suspicion in her voice.

"My feathers are making me hot."

"You mean your sweater?"

"Yeah."

"Then take it off."

"Good idea! Brawwk!"

Cho stared at Harry as he pulled the woolen sweater off to reveal a bright red shirt underneath.

"No! Let the bad color not be seen! It attracts them!" Cho cried.

Suddenly, owls off all different sizes and colors started attacking Harry, pulling at his shirt and knocking him over. Owl feathers were scattered all over the place. Harry shrieked as the owls pecked at him, their talons ripping at the red shirt.

Cho screamed, "Shoo! Fly! Don't bother me!"

The owls flew away.

Our Note: We have ripped some more movies in this chapter: The Sixth Sense and The Village. We also used a quote from the Broadway musical Into the Woods. Could you tell?