DISCLAIMER: Unfotunately, I haven't transformed into J. K. Rowling in my sleep. Neither have I transformed into James Patterson. There's still hope…
Sorry I've been inactive, school holidays and all that. Not gonna be a very long update as we're going camping tomorrow.
Answering reviews at the end
SUITABLE FOR: General Audiences
CONTENT WARNING:
Max sat on her bed, poring over her new books. She was particularly interested in her book '1000 Magical Herbs and Fungi' for potions. She wasn't any good at cooking, but surely potions was different. Iggy would've been good at it…
She held back tears. She was magic. She was going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had to control her emotions, not let them control her
She spread her wings, ignoring the comments her mirror made. She longed to fly, but Dumbledore had told her it wasn't safe, even in a town that only housed wizards and witches. It wasn't worth the risk.
She closed her book, carefully placing it on the bedside table. She knew she should sleep, but the days events hadn't caught up to her yet, and she wasn't tired. She sighed – the more she kept pondering what had happened, the less tired she got. She reluctantly laid back on her pillow, but to her surprise, sleep took her in a matter of minutes.
A FEW WEEKS LATER (The night before the train leaves)
Max looked up from her book – The Standard Book of Spells. A large tawny owl was perched on the windowsill, tapping impatiently. Max frowned – she had an owl, a tawny one similar to that one, but she didn't know who it was from. She opened the window, and it held a leg out. She saw a letter tied to it, her name written in a fancy cursive script. She took it, thanking the owl, which flew back out of the open window.
She slowly opened the letter. Both the envelope and the letter inside were made out of parchment, and the letter was covered in the same italic handwriting, which she had to squint to read.
Maximum Ride
Room 14
The Leaky Cauldron
Diagon Alley
Dear Maximum,
Tomorrow, you depart from your room, for what I suspect may be the first time since I've seen you. Please go down to the bar at 8:00am tomorrow, where you will be met by Hagrid and Harry Potter. Hagrid will escort you to King Cross Station.
Yours,
Professor Dumbledore
Harry Potter? The Boy Who Lived? Max wondered what he would be like. I hope all the fame hasn't got to his head, she thought. He'll be a jerk. Or an eraser, if my luck carries on.
She laid back into the embrace of her bed. 8:00. She had woken up earlier.
7:42am, the next day
Max woke suddenly, bolting upright. She grabbed her clock, looked at the time, and threw it onto the floor, smashing it. Her mirror mumbled something that didn't sound very complementary, but she let it go. Only a few days ago, she had broken the mirror. Tom the barman had repaired it, but it was now a bit more careful about its comments.
She growled in frustration, before throwing her books haphazardly into her trunk. She pulled her clothes on, and ran down the staircase as fast as she could, tripping over her own feet a couple of times. She tumbled down the stairs to be met by the giant, Hagrid, and a scrawny pale boy with messy black hair, who she recognised to be Harry Potter.
He held out his hand, smiling warmly. 'I'm Harry Potter. What's your name?'
Instantly, her expression became guarded. Ever since the flock was deactivated, she had become distrustful. Still, she reasoned with herself, he killed Voldemort. He can't be that bad.
'Max. Max Ride,' she took his hand and shook it, looking curiously at his eyes. They were the exact colour, size and shape, and Harry obviously noticed it as well.
'Your eyes,' he said curiously. 'They look…'
'The same, I know,' she replied, her expression becoming guarded again. Harry knew better then to ask personal questions.
Hagrid looked at the pair of them, 'C'mon, yeh lot, we're gonna miss the train'
-TIME SKIP-
Harry looked over at Max. he could tell she was hiding something, but he had no idea what, having never really interacted with people his age before. But the way she glared at Hagrid, who seemed likable enough… and her body language…
He decided to break the uncomfortable silence, and say, 'Do you two know each other?'
He was met by a nervous look and a glare. No prises for guessing who was glaring at him.
At King's Cross, 10:52am, Max's PoV
I stared around in wonder, but then I caught sight of a young man who looked like a model. He took his glasses of, revealing a scar across his eye, then bared his fangs – wait, fangs?
'Erasers,' I muttered under my breath, but unfortunately, Harry heard.
'Erasers? What d'you mean?'
I groaned inwardly. 'Nothing,' I replied quickly. 'We better go, we're going to miss the train!'
I rushed after Hagrid, leaving a very confused Harry Potter jogging behind me.
'Well, this is where I leave yeh,' Hagrid said gruffly, standing in between platforms 9 and 10. ''ave fun at school, yeh two. I'll see yeh soon!'
Did you like it? Are the characters ooc? Please review, constructive criticism is always welcome!
Guest A: Will Max have a good relationship with Snape?
It depends on what house she's in! I've not yet decided whether she'll be Gryffindor or Slytherin, if she's a Gryffindor then Snape will just ignore her, and if she's Slytherin then she'll be treated like every Slytherin. Gonna be a poll on her house.
Guest B: Amazing! Keep writing! And is Max Harry's twin or something? Idek
I'm so glad you're enjoying it! And I'm not that cliché, but I'm not going to be answering any more questions based on this in case I give anything away.
