DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR MAXIMUM RIDE

THIS IS MY STORY THAT I ORIGINALLY STARTED POSTING ON WATTPAD

WORD COUNT : 993 WORDS (Sorry it's so short).

Max gasped, taking in deep, ragged breaths. She had never flown so far.

Tears filled her eyes as she remembered what had happened – and Jeb had just stood there, watching.

'Little traitor,' she growled to herself.

She checked her rucksack, full of stolen material from the School. A couple of blankets, some spare clothes, and a bit of chocolate. She would be lucky if that lasted a day.

She sighed, fed up, angry, and resentful. She wanted to sleep, but she couldn't close her eyes without seeing the flock.

No, she thought to herself. I will not think like that. They can't be gone.

She decided she had no choice but to sleep – besides, she could carry on hating the world when she was well-rested, anyway. That could work.

She arranged her blankets in a somewhat comfortable position – as comfortable as you could get on the streets, anyway – and closed her eyes, frantically trying to push the images of the flock that came rushing towards her.

-TIME SKIP-

She woke up to a loud, sudden crack. She bundled herself into a corner of her alleyway, as the light from the streetlights was sucked out. Erasers?

She turned her head slowly, stiff from the bad nights rest, and gasped as she saw the silhouette.

Towering in front of her was a giant of a man, looming above her. She gulped. This man could make the toughest Eraser cry.

(A/N: I am not very good at Hagrid's accent. Apologies in advance.)

'Hullo, there,' called the giant, but she could do nothing but stare, trembling. What was he going to do to her?

'I'm Hagrid, keeper o' the keys at 'Ogwarts,'

'Hog what?' she wasn't interested in what he had to say, but she had to stall. How could she outwit the giant? 'D- did Itex send you?' she asked, trying – and failing – to keep the fear from her voice.

He looked at her blankly. 'Itex?'

God, this man is not as dumb as he looks. Pity. She sighed, growing obviously annoyed. 'You know what I mean! The school!' He was obviously one of Itex's newest experiments, and she didn't understand why he was trying to hide it.

'Well, I was sent by a school,' he shrugged. ''Ogwarts is a school for… special people'

She wanted to scream at him, tell him that Itex had said the same thing, but the truth was she was too scared. She knew for certain she was faster then the giant, and judging from his body size, he wouldn't be very agile. However, she had no doubt that if she tried to fly away, he would be expecting it – able to grab her by the ankles, or draw a hidden gun, no doubt hiding in his… pink, flowery umbrella? She blinked, sure she had seen it wrong, but it was still there. Nice statement.

The giant sighed, pulling the umbrella out. She tensed, ready to fly away any minute.

'I see yeh gonna take a bi' more convincin' then that,' he sighed again, before tapping it nervously against the floor. Max watched the whole affair with confusion, trying to figure out what giant would use a pink umbrella as a weapon.

Maybe the scientists figured out a way to make weapons that can change shape. She shuddered at the thought.

(A/N: For the purpose of this story, I am going to say that both Harry Potter and Maximum Ride were set in Britain, at the same era)

Suddenly, with another loud crack, a thin, old man appeared.

'Hello, my dear. I am Professor Dumbledore.'

'Professor? What do you want with me?' She demanded, furious. A scientist and a mutant. All I need, she thought. Especially after-

She choked back a sob, determined not to show weakness. Now wasn't the time to think about them.

'Hagrid, can you give us some time alone?' It was the old man, Dumbledore. What does he want with me? The giant – what sort of a name was Hagrid? – walked away, and left the two of them to talk.

'Maximum,' he began gently, leaving her wondering how he knew her name. 'Hogwarts is a school for witches and wizards.'

'What? Yeah, right.' She sharply inhaled, forming an escape plan. She knew she could easily take the old man down, probably just enough to knock him out for a few minutes. Once he had been taken care off, she could fly before the giant got here. Perfect.

'No, it's true, Maximum. You have to believe me,' His voice was gentle, but his eyes showed a sense of urgency.

'Course it's true,' she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. 'I bet the Greek Gods are real as well.'

(A/N: Shoutout to Percy Jackson fans!)

'Very well,' Dumbledore sighed. 'I suppose you need more proof'

He pulled out a long, thin, wooden stick, and she scoffed.

'You're gonna hurt me with that?'

He smiled, and pointed it to her bag. Too late, she realised what was happening, and she leaped towards it. However, it was already in flames. My food! My clothes! My… she gasped. 'My photo album! What did you do?'

He smiled serenely and pointed the wand at her bag, causing the flames to die down, leaving the bag completely intact.

'Do you believe me now?'

She glared at him, before realising she had to answer honestly. 'Yes,' she growled. 'Now, where are you taking me?'

He smiled again, before grabbing her arm. She grabbed her rucksack, before they dissolved into nothingness…

So? What did you think? Also, this is set when Max was eleven. The golden trio would also be in their first year, so this will be the Sorcerers' Stone.

Hope you enjoyed! Please leave a review so that I can see your feedback!

~PercabethPerzoeJeyna