Hello lovelies! This is our new story LOST. People who have been following us before might think this looks familiar, but we've rewritten it and changed some things. If you haven't been following us for a long time, no need to worry like we said this story has changed.

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~Pyro and Darnet

Chapter One: Wolfie

We flew over the vast expanse of trees, my midnight black wings carrying me steadily as I flew alongside my family. Max was at the front, no surprise there, she prided herself on being the leader of the flock. Fang was right beside her, he was known as her right hand man. My brother was the man in the shadows, it was also clear to the rest of us that they were in the denial stage of their relationship. Iggy was next in the V formation; the pyromaniac was in discussion with his sidekick, Gazzy. They were giggling and plotting together which is a very worrying prospect. Next down the line was Nudge, she was rambling to Angel, who was behind her, about needing a break, and I couldn't blame my sister. At the rear of the V was Angel and I.

Being at the back didn't bother me too much, I liked blending in and analyzing everything. Fang and I shared in our love of the shadows. I was glad I had tied my long black hair back for a change, the cold harsh wind was blowing towards us in what seemed like a rage. I hugged my dark coat close, shivering slightly. It was cold on the ground, but up this high in the air made it even colder.

"My wings are going to freeze off!" Nudge shouted, shivering as well, "It's like abnormally cold." I frowned slightly, she had a point. We'd all flown through cold weather, but this was something else. Angel made a big show of breathing out her mouth and then giggled.

"Yeah, you can see your breath and everything!" She smiled and Gazzy joined in on his sister's antics.

"Guys, quit complaining, we'll land soon enough," Max shouted to us, she shot a quick glare to the back. It was usually us complaining.

"Max, this feels wrong," I said, scanning our surroundings, "This is not a normal cold." I added, hoping she would listen for a change. Max just sighed, and rolled her eyes.

"Wolfie, just keep flying," Max snapped and Fang shook his head.

"Now is not the time to fight," he muttered.

"We aren't fighting!" Max said, "I'm telling."

"Guys.." I said, interrupting the fighting couple. A dark cloaked figure had appeared in front of the flock. It had a skeleton like hand reaching toward us, and a gaping hole for a mouth. The air around it seemed to drop in temperature even more and I had a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. I felt like I would never be happy again.

"What?!" They both turned to look at me, looking angry.

"I just thought you'd like to know about creepy cloaked dude!" I said pointing to the cloaked man, or well, what I assumed was a man. The flock sprang into action, all getting into a fighting stance. But this attacker was different. This wasn't the human-lupine hybrids we were used to fighting, this was something completely different.

Before we could attack, however, more cloaked men rose into the sky. I felt a pressure in my chest and a screaming in my ears, I couldn't identify the owner. I felt like I would never be happy again, that all those memories of me and my family having fun and just being normal kids were sucked from me. It just felt like a black cloud was swarming around me. I could hear Fang screaming my name as my world went dark and I lost consciousness, knowing that I was falling from the sky.

"Is it dead?"

"Lavender, she is not an it!" Came the sound of an English girl's voice. I groaned, opening my eyes to a blurry world. When my vision had returned to normal and I felt like I could breathe properly I finally took in my surroundings. A group of kids, all who looked about my age were looking down and me from all around me. A girl with bushy brown hair was looking down at me, flanking her sides was a boy with bright ginger hair and another boy with dark hair and a lightning bolt scar. I did what any sensible bird kid would do in my situation. I screamed bloody murder, jumped up and fled. I only made it as far a old worn down hut before I saw a giant staring down at me, and I'm not exaggerating when I say giant.

"Who are you people?!" I yelled, I'd seen some strange shit in my life and this was reaching the top of the strange shit list. I searched around wildly, looking for any signs of my family. Had the strange cloaked men captured them? Why had I passed out? Where the hell was I?

"Now calm down," the giant said, "Yeh've had a nasty fall an' yeh'll need ter go ter the infirmary." I took a step back,

"Oh heck no giant man, I'm not going to no infirmary," I knew that was just a fancy name for torture chamber and I'm a smart person, I chose not to go to torture chambers. I realized that the rest of the group was staring predominantly at my back, but this was not my main concern. I needed to find my family, to make sure they were safe. The giant had other plans however, he scooped me up easily. I punched, I kicked, I screamed and I even considered biting.

"Don' panic, Madam Pomfrey'll fix you righ' up," the giant continued to ramble. I was now in hysterics by this point. Kicking with all my might, ignoring the stabbing pain in my ribs, I probably had a sprained wing as well. "'ll get Dumbledore." He continued to say, like a mantra. I was clinging to walls with my hands, gripping at anything that might slow us down. I didn't care if I looked like a crazed bird kid. All I cared about was finding my family, seeing they were safe.

The giant dragged me down halls until he reached a room that smelled of disinfectant. My senses went on overdrive. Every bird kid knew the smell of disinfectant, and every bird kid knew to fly like the wind when you get close to it. The giant ignored my clear protesting and took me into a room that was lined with beds. Lights shone through the big windows, so that the room wasn't as daunting. It was white and clean and smelled exactly like an infirmary would. I didn't like it one bit. I continued to kick and scream.

"Madam Pomfrey!" The giant shouted, trying to get a better hold of me. A woman (I'm took a wild guess and said that's Madam Pomfrey) appeared. Her hair was pulled back and she had a kind, but strict face.

"Hagrid? What is the meaning of this, who is this?" Madam Pomfrey asked. The giant (now named Hagrid) went on to explain how I had appeared as Pomfrey instructed her to sit me down on the bed. It was a struggle, but with Hagrid pinning me down, the woman fed me some weird tasting drink. I felt my eyes get heavy as she muttered on about foolish children. My world was engulfed in darkness once again as I passed out for the second time that day.

"Wolfie!" I heard Nudge's voice through my dreamy haze. "Wolfie!" Her voice was more annoyed this time as I snuggled my pillow. "WOLFIE!" I jumped awake to see my flock staring back at me, all with relieved faces. They all looked battered and bruised as well, but they didn't look ready to flee. "Thank god, you're okay! We were so worried, we didn't know what had happened, all those weird men came from the sky and we didn't know what to do and then this old man found as and took us here and-"

"NUDGE!" The flock yelled in unison.

"Sorry, I was worried!" Nudge muttered. I frowned, I had actually managed to follow what my sister was ranting about.

"What old man?" I asked.

"He said his name was Dumbledore." Angel said, hugging me. That was the second person to say that man's name.

"Who's Dumbledore?" I asked.

"I am." Came a man's voice. The flock turned to look at the owner of the voice. A man with a long silver beard, half-moon glasses and twinkling eyes smiled at us. "Welcome, to Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry." I blinked, where the heck had we crashed landed?

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