Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter nor maximum ride.

Full Summary/Prologue: Ginny and Harry are fresh ex-es, just broken up. Ginny tries to make Harry jealous by falling for Fang. However, Fang likes someone else, yet he's so secretive, no one knows except for one. Max is jealous of Fang and Ginny because Max likes Fang. Hermione and Iggy becomes really good friends but Iggy thinks that there's something more. Hermione actually has a crush on a mysterious guy that not even Ginny could persuade her to spill. Ron has a secret for himself too. Max and the flock arrives at Hogwarts to try and defeat Voldie b/c Max thinks she can handle it. Harry knows that the war is between Voldie and himself so he and Max is in a standoff. Angel wants to be the leader of the flock and she thinks defeating the Darkest wizard of all time can prove herself worthwhile so she edges herself in the competition. And to make things a slight more complicated….is there a problem that's destroying the flock? Is everyone getting on Max's nerves? What's going on with Nudge? Wands meets Wings and then things get complicated.

Setting: Hogwarts, in place of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, in place of Maximum Ride (maybe jumping from book to book).

Chapter 1:

"So Fang got our papers?" I whirled around on step. The sun snatched bits of my blonde streaks, as it glints in the light. Angel glanced at the statuesque building in front of her.

"This? This is the infamous complex that we freak out on because some Institute papers said we do. I'm disappointed." Angel commented.

I see her point here. Last time, we had to kick butt into some Institute for Higher Living and just find some files. On Iggy's, Nudge's , and the Gasman's files, all had a location name on it. Here…the Ermando Filigasa Building…near Times Square? Unlike the Institute, it stands out in plain sight right in New York City! I had given jobs to everyone in the flock for preparation in groups.

Nudge and I researched this Ermando Blah blah. Again unlike the Institute, it's one of those buildings that are rented for offices. It seems like the only reason children would be in Ermando is on field trip. I then, had Fang and Angel bribe out fake papers and ID badges. Last, the location: Iggy and Gazzy. I know it's weird getting a blind guy on finding location. Yet somehow, here we are.

"Weeelll? Angel? Badges?" I held out my hand, indicating for appearance of these objects.

Angel eagerly piped up and plopped ID badges and Fang emerged out of the shade with info papers.

Satisfied, I prepared myself my own personal prep talk…to myself. Couple seconds later of inner hyperventilation, I rounded up my gang. "Nice work, you guys. Come on, let's: get in, get inf-"

"-info, get out, and get over with it. Yeah, yeah. You repeated that at least 10 times already." Jutted in Angel, "A good leader's pep talks differentiate each time."

I snorted. "Yeah and a leader wannabe shouldn't be questioning the ways of a good leader. C'mon, you guys like my awesome pep phrase right?" I turned on the rest of the flock. No one said anything. Gazzy scratched behind his ears and looking everywhere but me, Nudge took an interest at her nails, Iggy stared at me (…or was it through me?), and Fang wavered between disappearance and its opposite. Hmph!

"Whatever. I gave it and you guys better keep it. Either that pep talk or no pep talk." I inhaled and rested my eyes for a moment. "Here, everybody take a badge. Fang, lemme have the info papers. I'll trade that for a badge."

"Wait a mo, why do we need badges?" Asked Gazzy.

Before I replied, Fang beat me to it. "We are in a field trip from Trinity School. Since we differ in age, we are part of the GT program there. And you're in 2nd grade..." Fang peered over at his badge, "…Sean Erickson."

I kept walking forward till I reached the information desk. I prepared my all-professional voice.

"A—hey!"

A large man, probably 6ft tall, knocked me over and cut line. " Reynolds, Arthur. 11th floor."

"ID, sir?" asked the desk lady, typing fast on her keyboard, not looking once at the guy.

"Yes, ma'm." The big man shuffled his coat pocket a bit and out came a shiny, laminated badge. He scanned it over a small machine and over on the computer, a neat picture popped up.

"Thank you, sir. Have a nice day." Not once glance.

"You too."

I opened my mouth to speak, but once again, I am shoved aside by a professional looking man with a briefcase. Him too cutting in line, I said, "Hey! I was here first."

"Sorry, honey. My lunch break is long over. I cannot be late again…cannot be late again…" With his tie undone, and his briefcase half opened, he scrambled for his badge.

"Klignant, Harry. The 6th. "Harry scanned his badge.

"Thank you sir." Without a reply, the guy's gone.

Finally! Hmph! "Excuse me, I am here representing Trinity School's GT program. I believe that we have requested months earlier for a field trip and I am here now."

The lady finally looked at me. "Info papers?"

I answered her demand.

She quickly leafed through over them and typing at once. Satisfied, she asked for all of our badges and names.

Badge in my hand, I swung it off my neck. "Nicole Ladman". The lady told me to step around the desk and through a security door.

Fang's next: "Micah Hartwell"

"Jimmy Trudo" Iggy slapped his badge onto the table with perfect aim, it's a surprise he's actually blind.

"Kyesha Tanner"

"CAPTAIN TERROR!"

What! I swiveled my head around to look at Gazzy. Apparently, he's too short to be seen from behind the desk. I heard some giggling. The lady looked from above her green glasses, skeptically.

"Ga—I mean—" Drat! What's Gazzy identity name again? Something Erickson? I cleared my throat. "Ahem, Mr. Erickson. Quit horsing around."

"Yes sir—oh, I mean ma'm." Gazzy reciprocated. Some more chortling. I swear, even the others were suppressing a grin.

Seeing my irritated expression, Fang breezily walked to Gazzy, bend over so the entire building could see his fabulous butt, and picked up Gazzy under the armpits. Fabulous butt? Mentally, I slapped myself. Yet, I swear the desk lady, checked him out once—no, twice! Arrgh! That's my Fang!-Wait, MY Fang? What is going on with me?

With a sullen expression, Gazzy declared, "Sean Erickson." The desk lady chuckled, reached over and ruffled his head. Fang set Gazzy on his feet and once more did a show with Angel. That's 4 times now, desk lady! Angel's sweet voice scrambled up my thoughts.

" Blair Erickson"

The lady nodded and handed over our badges. We waited a few more minutes as she finished up her paperwork and I think she's dazed by Fang's butt, cuz she said something that surprised me.

"Go and use anything you want in this building. Here's my keys."

Ok, I know I should be, like, SCORE! But I feel like she did this only because of bribery and that means sacrifice of Fang's butt; although you can't lose his butt.

Next thing I knew, we were speeding the halls and scrambling the stairs. I have no idea what we are looking for but something tells me everyone else does.