Scouring for food, relentlessly, in the filthy alley's of New York. Maximum Ride knows she knows many things.

Like silver trash cans can actually hold a meals worth if you spend enough time searching.

And you can't trust anybody.

Especially old men with long, white beards, and weird pointy hats that just magically appear in front of you. Definitely untrustworthy.

"Good afternoon." The man in question said, bowing, his beard practically touching the floor. "You are Maximum Ride?"

It took a lot of effort to overcome her stunned expression. But, eventually her most trusted weapon returned to her. Her voice.

"Who wants to know?" she said, folding her arms.

"Professor Dumbledore." The old man said, bowing. "I am headmaster of the school Hogwarts. I've heard word of you and your Flock's…eccentric abilities."

The Flock…God, she missed them.

"Then it's a most definitely no." Max said. "School and me, never seems to work properly."

The old man smiled. "I can assure you that this is no ordinary school."

"What?" Max scoffed. "An school for mutants? I suppose one of the teachers is called Professor Xavier? No way, old man."

"You are quite right." Dumbledore said, still smiling. "What if I told you this is school for… magic."

"Magic doesn't exist, full stop."

"Ah, but wouldn't most people say you don't exist?"

"That's science. Not something from the dark ages."

"Then I shall have to prove it." Dumbledore said.

Something small and pointy, resembling a stick appeared in his hand. He waved it in front of him. Nothing happened.

Then Max was on fire, and yet as she panicked, not once did she feel the flames burn her.

Then the fire went out. Leaving Max stunned, looking down at her not-burnt hands and legs.

"Was that sufficient enough proof?" Dumbledore said. "If you come with me you'll find yourself in safety from the scientists, and Erasers you run from. You also we be able to learn magic."

"The catch?" There was always a catch.

"I want you to join us." Dumbledore said. "Become a member of the Order of the Phoenix."

"To fight what?"

"A man called Voldemort."

"Give me one reason why I should."

"Because it won't just be our world that will fall." He said, his eyes becoming sorrow ridden.

"It will be yours world as well."

Very short prologue, you could say. Just introducing the main story line here.

So I found this while having a look around at my various files, completely forgotten, so I decided to post it.