A/N : Written by my best friend.
Disclaimer: R does not own Max,or any of the gang of Harry.
Harry Potter decides to go outside the castle grounds for a bit of unorthodox Quidditch practice.
"Just don't lose the snitch, Harry!" Oliver Wood, his coach, called.
"Yeah, right!" Harry replied with a laugh. "That'll happen when Muggles fly!" He mounted his precious broomstick and took off, laughing at his own joke.
Maximum Ride and her "siblings" visit Britain, just because. And no, they won't (or can't?) leave without causing some major damage.
"Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" Angel had picked up this new torture tactic somewhere along the coast of Virginia.
"God! No, we are not there yet, and we never will be if you keep this up!" Max yelled in total exasperation. Her patience had grown, but not nearly enough to get her through the long, long flight. She might have had just enough to conquer this new round of torture if it hadn't been for Nudge's constant chatter about nail polish and new boots and whether she should give Max a makeover in her sleep.
If she knows what's good for her, she won't. Max winced, remembering that particular remark about her appearance.
Nudge may have been the least troublesome, actually. Compared to Gazzy honing his new "skill". Or Iggy dropping small bombs on random buildings, slapping hi-fives with Gazzy whenever they hit their mark. Or Fang being Fang.
"Can we go to an amusement park now?" Angel asked innocently. Great acting.
Max sighed. "Angel, we will go to a theme park after we go to the magical land of...whatever, and learn spells at the freaking wizard academy. Got it?"
Harry saw some giant, birdlike shapes in the distance. He shrugged it off. Weirder things had happened. And yet...
He continued practicing. No sense in wasting time, after all. The match with Slytherin was tomorrow. He had to practice, now.
The wind was gentle today. Harry closed his eyes, breathed it in, and rammed face first into a giant bird creature.
"What the-" Max spat out a few choice words, feeling the breath knocked out of her. Whoever- whatever this was, she had to stop it before it hurt anyone in the flock.
Don't think. Only action. Max swung her fist around and felt it connect with the new threat's face.
Wait, she thought, focusing on its face. This feels like a...human.
OUCH! Who knew birds were this strong? It felt like someone had punched him in the face with an iron glove. Harry groaned. The Cruciatus Curse couldn't feel this bad.
Somehow, he managed to stay on his broomstick, even though his nose was almost certainly broken. "Wait! Stop!" Why was he trying to reason with animals? Minus the whole talking-to-snakes thing, that had never been successful.
The flock snickered as Max tried her best not to look horrified. The human-to-eggshell analogy was running through her head as she hoped not to have hurt him too badly.
Somehow, this one could fly too...
Max remained on guard.