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Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride by James Patterson or Harry Potter by the lovely J.K Rowling Read on or I shall joust you all!

Jeb Batchelder had stood by as he watched his daughter, his only daughter, start to break. Day by day, she was becoming more lifeless and yet, Jeb couldn't blame her.

First, her Best Friend and possible true love, had left her with only a letter. A letter confessing how in love he was with her, but a letter is a letter and it is most definitely not her Best friend. And so, he left her, Heartbroken and lonely without him. Then she found out, that he had replaced her, though he claims it wasn't replacement, with her on her own Clone! The nerve...

A few weeks later, the youngest member of the Flock, the one Max was the mother figure too, was now, dead. The little girl, the youngest, with bouncy blonde curls and the clear blue eyes of innocence (though she was anything but innocent) who was seven years old, was gone. Gone from the world. Gone from the evil of Itex and the battles. Gone. Just gone. The little girl, Angel, had sacrificed herself to help defeat a group trying, and succeeding so far, to take over the world. It helped some people escape the spell of the Doomsday group. But she was dead and Max, it seems, has gone with her.

Angel didn't leave just Max behind, Oh no, She left her blood related brother. The only real siblings of the flock.

The little trooper, Gazzy, was beyond depressed. He blames himself for her death. No matter how hard, Max couldn't convince him, that it wasn't his fault. Jeb was afraid, Gazzy had fallen into a bottomless black pit and he would have to heal by himself, after all, everyone has a way to deal with death.

The tall, sightless, red headed boy, Iggy, had been sucked into doomsday, along with a darkm long haired hispanic girl named Ella. Unfortunately, Ella is Max's half sister.

Dylan, Max's supposed soul mate, had disappeared a week after Angel's death and he had been sure that not trace to lead to him was found. Not that anyone was so desperate to go after him in the first place.

Nudge, the mocha colored skin and high spirited eleven year old, hadn't been the same since the Tragedy, as the remaining flock called it (if talked about at all). To add to Max's pain, Nudge had vanished in the middle of the night, leaving in a rather fang-ish way. She had left a letter, no as long as Fang's had been, but rather short. With a simple, 'Thanks for everything. I'm going to miss you.' Nudge was out the window. The letter was no help to Max's dismay, not a thing was found that might have lead them to her whereabouts.

Now, Max was broken. Tiny pieces of her heart were with each member of the Flock and when they were gone, They took what they had of Max's hear with them. Max was left, alone, if you didn't count the depressed Gazzy. But that hardly counted as he was always finding an excuse to disappear to where nine year old mourning boys disappear to.

It was in this state the flyboys had found her. They had took her back to the school, where she said neither protest nor put up a fight.

For, if everyone she lived for was gone, or lost, what was there to live for?

They experimented on her countless times, one after another. She doing what she was told without a sarcastic remark.

Jeb was getting depressed as the days go on, Max responded to nothing. She was terrible looking, with Lifeless eyes, her body as skinny as a popsicle stick and Jeb almost freed her when they had to start feed her threw tubes. Her hair, dirt and greasy, even seemed to limply lay flat. Sometimes, you could hear her thrashing in her sleep and moaning the Flock's names.

Maximum Ride was shattered, something that didn't seem possible, until now. Every now and then, Jeb would regret ever bringing Max into this when he saw her in pain, though he always managed to put it off, convincing himself that it was her destiny. Now, Now he regrets it. Every last bit and for the rest of his life, he'll have to live with it.

When he brought her into this, he didn't expect her to bond so closely with the others, he didn't expect her to break, but every being has weaknesses, even genetically enhanced beings, and Jeb was ashamed to say, that what happened to the great invincible Maximum Ride was, he admits, all his fault and that was enough to trouble Jeb for the rest of his miserable life.

Ok, so this sucks. Really badly. But I needed to get this out of my head. Don't worry! Harry Potter-ness is coming real soon. If I decide to continue this crap-a-tastic story. Anyway, if you don't bother reading A/N you'll never know that tis was I, who stole all the Pickles from planet skittle! MWUHAHAH! I'm evil. I love Pickles. Ok, soo funny story. I was sleeping and when I laid down, I hit my head on something hard in my pillow case and guess what it was? A spoon. I'm a retard. sigh R&R!