A/N: Oh my gosh! Hai guyz! It's me! Wait, why am I saying that. You don't even know who I am! I haven't written stories here, so yeah.. I used to write for Sonny With A Chance, under the name of laughter is contagious.x. But here I am, a new name and a new fandom. Here goes! Enjoy! Yay!

Disclaimer: Hmm, I don't own anything. Except for my original characters. 'Nuffsaid.

Wizards With Wings

A Maximum Ride/Harry Potter Crossover.

I looked down to see myself floating in a dark abyss of liquid nothingness. How I could see myself, you ask? I was having one of those times again. An out of body experience. "Psh, those don't happen in real life." Oh, you would think. But of course, the million aspects that make up my life generally don't happen in a typical person's life.

Wait, I'm sorry, I probably should introduce myself. My name is, well, technically, Subject 1092, but I call myself Lexa. I'm a freak, complete with wings. The other avian experiments like myself are currently in dog crates, they don't know me too well. I'm definitely not as outspoken and defiant against the School as them. We don't exactly run in the same circles. I also can feel noises that are too insignificant and quiet to be heard by regular ears; but that wasn't a big deal, at least to me.

I was currently hovering over a glass box, the only thing in it the mysterious liquid, and my own body, looking fragile and helpless. This box was, um, my 'bedroom' of sorts. I always slept here. I always have, and if I never get to leave, always will. If I could dream, I guess I would dream about leaving the School. I never had dreams, I guess that that was what this liquid was for. I suppose the School thinks that if I never dream of a better life, I might never rebel against them. But oh no, they were wrong.

My eyes began to droop, feeling as heavy as lead. My mind was aflutter with thoughts of my escape, though my body seemed to grow weaker and weaker. I remember drifting asleep, suspended in the air.

Later, I woke up, back in my body. I shivered, reminiscing on the way I felt, floating over myself. I felt a soft knock on the outside of the glass. I turned around, only to see a face, thin but still young looking, staring back at me. I frowned at the person. Right, like I was going to let a random person in here. She turned around, and I was agape at the site before me. The girl had wings too! I couldn't get out of here, nor could I let her in. Every day, only a whitecoat let me out and into here, the time in between spent conducting their ridiculously inhumane little experiments on me.

I felt a noise of clunky whitecoat footsteps rounding the corner, and motioned to the girl to run. She (thankfully) understood, and swiftly ran in the opposite direction of the man who just approached my box. The man took out a ring with about fifty keys on it, and unlocked the door.

"Come with me," he spoke in the monotone voice everyone around here seemed to talk in. "Agility experimentation. Room 214."

I sighed. Time for another day of torture.