Harry Potter Maximum Ride crossover

Please excuse me if the start of the chapter's messed up, I started writing this at 1:56 am. Also, tell me if the events are wrong, I left my copy of the book at my mum's house.

There were many things Harry Potter hated. He hated living at #4, Privet drive with the Dursley's. He hated the summer holidays. He hated not being able to have answers from his friends. He hated having lost his voice (from use of screaming). He hated needles and the smell of anything sterilized (which was mainly why he hated living in the same house as his Aunt Petunia). But most of all, he hated being reminded of his past time at the School. Being under the command and control of the evil Whitecoats had scared him the more than anything in his fifteen years of life (he had considered Obliviating himself-but decided it would be very weird if he woke up one day with the ability to duplicate flesh copies of himself and grow claws), and the Flock had been the only thing keeping him same. He had tried teaching the other experiments English, but that idea had fallen short when the 'failed' mutants had been 'retired'.

Harry sighed, lying on his bed at his Aunt and Uncle's house, having just been expelled after being attacked by dementors. He traced a scar on his hand, one of the surgically caused ones, the one that grew his claws. He winced and tried to fight an onslaught of memories.

Harry was struggling on a white table, trying to rip off the hard plastic that bound him. He tried to duplicate himself using his skill, but the copy couldn't even get one punch in before it was run through with an Eraser's claws and dragged away. Harry winced and then screamed in pain as the first needle was jabbed into his skin, then a second, then another-

"Boy!" Vernon Dursley's loud voice cut through his thoughts abruptly.

"Your Aunt, Dudley and I are going out. We've won 'Best Suburban Lawn', and we don't want anything funny while we're out, understand?" Harry nodded mutely, and Vernon left the room and trudged down the stairs. After he had escaped from the School, the Dursley's had been especially reluctant to take him in, but they seemed to find his submissiveness and muteness pleasing. He heard the car door slam and drive away. He closed his eyes and went to sleep, dreaming of one of the few happier times at the School, just at the start of his time there.

Harry was banging desperately on the door of his cage, terrified.

"It won't work." He heard a voice from the cage next to him. The voice was clipped, a sort of broken English, like many accents being forced into one speech. He turned and saw a girl, maybe seven or eight, with dark brown eyes and dirty brown hair in a short, slightly boyish haircut. Harry supposed she had learned to talk from all the different people in white coats hanging around everywhere. "Who-

Harry woke with a start but managed to keep his limbs from flailing. The key in the lock was slowly turning, and fell to the floor. Harry clenched his fists, preparing to extend his bone claws.

"Harry?" Harry's eyes widened. It was Professor Lupin. Harry gave a slight wave of his hand and picked up his wand from his bedside table ( he hadn't picked it up, because, in the words of Iggy, 'what're you going to do with a stick? Harry, you have claws.') and stuffed it in his pocket.

"Don't put your wand away, boy!" A voice snarled. Moody. Now that he looked, there was about seven people standing behind his former professors. Lupin introduced them all and went down stairs.

"Damn, it's stuck again!" Moody growled. "Where do you keep the water, Potter?" Harry fetched a glass from the cupboard sink and filled it up, but didn't miss the glances being exchanged behind him. Finally he could stand it no longer. He set the glass of water down on the table in front of Moody and signed angrily, "If you have something to say to me, say it to my face!" He then felt the blood drain from his face as he realized his mistake. He tried to turn away from them but Lupin grabbed his arm, and he automatically flinched from the sudden contact. The only people whom he allowed to touch him were mutants like himself (Erasers not included).

"Talk to me, Harry," Lupin insisted urgently, "What was that? What's going on?"

"I should think it's quite obvious what's going on," Moody spoke up, "he can't talk. And let go of his arm, Remus, you're scaring the boy." Lupin let go and stepped back slowly.

"Harry," he began.

" Yes, I'm mute, and no, I am not going to talk about it." Harry signed, then reached around for a piece of paper and a pen.

"He says that he is mute, but he's not going to talk about it, which, by the way, I don't think is a wise idea, Potter." Moody beat him to it, and Harry looked at him, surprised. "Hang on, I've got a spell.." He pointed his want at Harry and muttered something. "You can sign, and we'll hear you."

"So, what are you doing here? Are you going to take me to the Burrow?" Harry signed, and jumped when his voice rang out as if he were talking normally.

Lupin sighed, but sent Harry a look that meant I'm not dropping this. "No, we're not going to the Burrow, we're going to Headquarters, but we can't talk about it here. I don't suppose you're packed? Nympha-Tonks'll help you." The violet-haired woman smiled and motioned for him to lead the way to his bedroom. He walked upstairs and hurriedly pulled his trunk from under his bed, then started throwing clothes into it, while Tonks looked at the photos on his bedside.

"Who're these, then?" She asked, holding out a photo. It had been taken just before Harry returned to Privet Drive, and had all the Flock, plus him and Poppy, smiling into the camera, which had been taken by Dr. Martinez, Max's mother. Poppy was holding onto his hand and smiling a gap-toothed grin, having just lost one of her front teeth, and making bunny ears on an oblivious Gazzy. Harry snatched the photo, and the others on his desk then stuffed them into his trunk.

Tonks looked curious, but, at the sight of Harry's glare, didn't press the matter. She offered a spell to help him pack, and he nodded, so a few minutes later they were traipsing down stairs, his trunk levitating behind while Tonks praised his Firebolt.

"That's the signal. Ready to go, Harry?" Lupin offered with a tight smile. Harry nodded, and they took off into the clouds.