"Coop, that emu said something to you, didn't

"Coop, that emu said something to you, didn't it?" Agent Cooper said, "Harry, I'm sorry but I can neither confirm nor deny that. In forty-five days something might occur that will

blow the socks off every man, woman and we know. Emus don't lie, Harry. Emus don't lie." Agent Cooper turned up the collar of his battered gaberdine, opened the door & walked out i

nto the tropical rain. Harry hastened after him grabbing an umbrella at the door. "But what of the Cassowary,Inspector?" Cooper shook his head. "Harry, not all birds of a feather

fly south in the rain." Harry thought Cooper was starting to loose it again. It had been 17 days since the last time Cooper heard those voices in his head. They always told him to

remember that, "the owls are not what they seem". Harry didn't know what that meant, but he knew Cooper needed a damn good cup of coffee, and a slice of cherry pie to go with it.

Harry Potter thought he knew what everyone else needed. Cooper knew damn well that Harry had no boundaries.

Harry Ron and Hermione left the castle together, crossed the vegetable patch, and made for the greenhouses, where the magical plants were kept. At least the howler had done

absolutely nothing to decrease their morale. In fact, those fifteen percocets that Hermione had swallowed had turned her into a real eager-beaver and she kept on-and-on about

the length and stiffness of her wand and how she wanted nothing more than for Snape and Dumblydore - who had been played by five different actors by this point - to ravage her body

double because, frankly, she wasn't getting paid enough at $100 million to justify battery at the hands of untalented hacks. She huffed in her trailer, reading magazines.