A/N: ok, it's based after MR3 and the flock settles down, they decide to stay in England and in a normal house. It's at number six privet drive. After awhile, Angel makes them all go to a school called Smeltings. MR HP.
CHAPTER#1
The sunlight shown brightly in Little Whinging, it's rays touching every surface, however it did not disturb a young girl of her sleep, still on the great bed in the master bedroom, in the little house on Privet Drive. The girl, looking to be sixteen, was comfortable in her slumber. Until the little darling of that young girl started to shake her, crying out. "Come on! it's the first day of school, we need to hurry!" Max's eyes snapped open instantly, as it always does, from years on the run. She looked at the view above her, and saw that Angel was trying to put an determined look on her small, little girl's face. She was giving Max doe eyes, and Max felt her heart squeeze as she looked at her 'Daughter.'
"Okay, okay, I'm up!" She squealed and ran out of the room, her Mary-Janes clicking rapidly on the hard wood floors. Max sighed and stood to ready herself for a hard day. After slipping into the uniform, she made her way downstairs.
She found that her new house was like a maze, but eventually she heard the sound of the radio and followed it to the kitchen. Linkin Park was singing loudly. "Numb, is it?" She asked, recognizing the beat.
A girl younger than her replied. "Yea... I'm hungry!" Typical Nudge. She thought, staring at the girl. Iggy got the message and started cooking.
"All right, I've got all of our schedules right here, come and get 'em." She said, picking up a few strips of paper off the counter.
She threw the schedules at their owners, and they all caught them with grace. Inhumanly grace. As she did so, the doorbell rang through the house, ringing loudly in all their ears'.
"Ig, will you get that?" She asked, signaling for Fang to take over the cooking.
"Yea." The blind boy replied, moving towards the door. He opened it quietly. "Yes?" He asked politely.
"Yes, we are here to welcome you to the neighborhood, are your parents home young man?" A beefy man asked. What looked to be his wife was standing beside him, carrying a trey of freshly baked cookies.
"Umm… Max will you come here a sec.?" Iggy shouted from the door, and the girl silently winced slightly from the loudness in her ear.
"Yea?" She asked.
"You take over, Fang's not doing very well with the eggs." He said.
"Okay… umm sorry our parents aren't here, --" She said to the lovely couple on the doorstep. "If we had any." She added under her breath.
The two old people and their son, who was about her age stepped in, uninvited. "What a lovely home… Oh, not to be rude, my name is Vernon Dursley; this is my wife, Petunia, and my son Dudley." The largest man introduced himself.
"Hello, I'm Sam." She said, just as the flock came into the room. Use fake names, different ones than last, so we'll be untraceable. She told Angel in her head, who sent the message out to the flock.
"I'm Anna." Angel.
"John." Fang.
"Peter." Iggy.
"Hi I'm Isabella. I love your shoes!" Nudge.
"Emmett." Gasman.
"Ah…" Mr. Dursley said. "Well, umm we should be going now…" And with that they walked out the front door.
After breakfast, the family headed out for the school bus. They arrived at Smeltings fifteen minutes later. And guess whom they found there? Dudley. And he was beating up a kid. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?" Max, (Sam.) yelled at him. He instantly looked up at her. "Beating people up, it's what I do, Sam." Okay, beating up people is one thing, but making fun of her name is just past the line. She lunged myself at him before any of the flock could stop her, put him in a headlock, then started to punch him repeating over and over… "Okay okay, please stop…" He pleaded her to stop. She dropped him to the ground and he just stared at her, actually, everyone was staring at her. So I just went to my first class and sat down… just a normal day, she was totally wrong about that.
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