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I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR MAXIMUM RIDE THEY ALL BELONG TO EITHER JAMES PATTERSON OR J.K ROWLING. XD

Dragon Secrets

Chapter 1

The fresh airy grass swirled around as Max lay on the ground, a rose in her hand opening and closing at the slightest of thought. She didn't know why she did this, but she did know that she had been special all her life, being able to do strange things like hover when she wanted to get away, make things combust into flames.When she was mad and, of course, and making plants open and close like day and night.

"Max, dinner!" called her mom on the porch

Max lived in London with her mom and dad, in a little neighborhood close to the heart of the city. Max stood up, brushed her jeans of dirt and started to walk inside. She entered the dinning room where her mom was setting the table. She looked around the table; Mom was using her fine china and there were extra settings

"Who're the extra mats for, mum?" Max said.

Hermother stiffened her muscles as she tried to answer her best; she looked sad.

"Some special people," she said, turning her back on her.

"What are they coming here for?" Max said, following her into the kitchen, hands in her pockets. Her mother turned to her and handed her a water jug full of tea. She took a dramatic breath and finally looked at Max's eyes with her chocolate ones.

"For you".

The sadness in her eyes was growing as she passed Max, back towards the table. What's going on here? Max thought to herself, more confused then ever.

The door bell rang and Max's dad ran to get it. Max was wearing her favorite shirt and jeans, her mum sitting on the edge of her seat in the lounge. Then her father walked in with two men; the first a man that was (excuse me for my manners) really, really, very fucking old. Then a boy around her age, with jet-black hair, green eyes, round-shaped glasses, and a tall and very skinny form. They shook all of their hands and sat down across from them.

Max stared at the two visitors. They were not your ordinary houseguest (well, at least the old man wasn't). The old man was dressed in sky blue robes with gold trimming, while the boy was in worn down jeans that were one size too big for him and a white t-shirt. He looked… sort of… cute.

"Well, I'm guessing that you know why we are here," said the old man.

Max's parents nodded - then, there was a silence. Okay, time to get some answers.

"No," their eyes turned to Max.

"No," she repeated. "I don't know why you're here, and to add to that I don't even know your freaking names."

The old man chuckled, "Well to begin with, I'm Albus Dumbledore and this is my student, Harry Potter." We're here to discuss your future."

"My - what?" Max said, nearly jumping out of her seat.

"Your future," he repeated sweetly.

"Okay, what the heck is going on here?" Her temper was boiling over rage filled mind driving it towards overload.

"Have you ever been able to do things that you can't explain, that you really didn't mean to happen?" said Harry, staring at me with his green eyed gaze. He made me somewhat… blush.

"Well . . . yeah."

"Well, Max, there's a school that you can go to so you can learn about your powers and how to use them properly," Dumbledore put in.

"The name of the school is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I happen to be the headmaster, and Harry here-" he gave Harry a squeeze on his shoulder- "is one out of the thousands of students that attended there."

"Wow, wow, wow... backtrack there for a minute, are you saying that I'm a witch?" She Max stood there in shock, looking at her parents. Her mother had tears coming out of her eyes; the truth was out at last.

"But how am I a witch when my parents aren't…"

Max's sentence trailed off as the revelation hit her.

She stood up and looked down at her "parents". Her "mother" was crying, her "father" so depressed that he was expressionless, unable to speak.

"Who are my real parents?" staring down at them, then at the two wizards.

Val sniffed in her tears. "We really don't know who she was, Max. She was so very young - maybe in her late teens... we didn't even learn her name. She never told us."

"Your mother, Max, went to our school - she had you in her last year at Hogwarts with your father. I shall answer a question that must be burning in your mind. Your parents are very much alive, but they disappeared without a trace after you were born. You see, we need to bring your parents back out of hiding, for reasons that I shall explain later."

Max looked at Harry once again. "What does he have to do with this?" Harry grinned.

"Well, you can discuss that over dinner while I talk to your parents about Hogwarts and how will you be safe while you're there. I think that will give you enough time to wager whether or not you want to stay at Hogwarts."

We all stood up, heading to the dining room.

"Mr. Dumbledore-"

"Please, Max. Call me Professor."

"Professor, tell me something. Would my mum… would she want this for me to go to your school?" Max asked in a nervous tone.

"My dear child, it would be her dearest wish for you to learn magic." Dumbledore smiled at her, his half-moon spectacles tipping over his slightly crooked nose.

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