Harry raises one furry eyebrow and Albus 'Malfoy'.

"Weeeeird. You really must be delirious."

"What is it, Albus Malfoy?"

"Fuck you, Potter!"

Harry gasps. "WHAT? FUCK YOU, MALFOY!"

"Okay…when?"

Harry grins deviously. "My room! Midnight!"

No, he doesn't really say that. But he does say…

"Erm. No, thanks."

Harry Potter walks into the office of 'Malfoy'. He says, wearily, "Yes, Professor?"

Albus Malfoy stands there with Fawkes on one arm and a letter in the other. "I was thinking...should I invite Tom Riddle back to Hogwarts?"

"You're about fifty years too late, Malfoy."

The professor goes over to the calendar. "Hm…guess you're right. Okies! See ya!"