A/N: Woohoo! Back again. I'm on fiiiirrreeeee. Just like Katniss! (sorry, Hunger Games is taking over my brain…)

Anywho, I hope you enjoy this new chapter! I'm crankin them out pretty quickly, to make up for the failure to update that will probably soon come. So yeah… Oh, and a POV change in this chapter. *gasp!* Yes, yes. I'm mixing it up a little bit.

Disclaimer: Ahh! Make it go away! Do I really have to say it again? *sigh.* I do not own. Never will.

Lily's POV:

"James. Shut up. Now." I growled through gritted teeth. Yes, growled. I do admit, I've never been much of a growler, but sometimes James Potter drives me absolutely crazy.

"Oooh. Rejected!" Taunted Sirius, so I shot him a look also. "James," I said, calming myself down a bit, "You are a complete and utter freak, and I will never date you." For some reason, Sirius took this as his personal queue to speak. "Speaking of freaks, what was with that Hufflepuff girl, James?" Well, well, well. Maybe with some luck James might fall for the girl. "Hufflepuff girl?" I asked. "Yeah." Sirius replied. "She's a Fifth year, like us. She seemed like a total freak though. Her name was Maximum." Hmm. I know almost all of the Hufflepuff Fifth Year girls, because I have Herbology with most of them, yet I've still never heard of Maximum. "Huh." Was all I ended up saying, but of course James had to turn the conversation back to me and him. "So anyways Lily-Flower, I was just thinking about what kind of flowers we should have at our wedding."

"James…"

"I was thinking maybe we should get some purple flowers. Ooh! Or Lily Flowers! Maybe some Petunias. I've always loved Petunias."

"NO!" I yelled back at him. "Not Petunias. I refuse to have Petunias at my wedding."

"So you accept my proposal?"

"What proposal?"

"Our wedding proposal."

"NO! Definitely not!"

"But you're helping pick out our wedding flowers."

"He's right Lil's"

"Don't call me Lil's"

"All right Lily-Flower"

"Sirius, Shut up."

"So… About our wedding."

"James, do you want to show up to the Sorting Ceremony in a full body cast? People will start thinking you're the Gryffindor Ghost."

"Fine. No Petunias. But I still think it would be cute to get some Lily's."

"James. I'm going to count to ten. One"

"Maybe some roses too."

"Two."

"And we can mix in some baby's breath."

"Four."

"Speaking of baby's, we should name our first one Harry."

"Six."

"What do you think Sirius?"

"Eight."

"I think Lily's about to get super angry at you Prongs."

"Ten."

Of course, I wasn't going to risk getting in trouble for using magic outside of class before we even got to Hogwarts. However, that black eye matches his robe really well. Sometimes, I think I wouldn't mind Azkaban that much if it meant using the killing curse….

Max's POV:

"Shh! Guys, lets land here." I whisper, landing right on the other side of a large lake. Across the way I could barely hear someone yelling, "First years! First years over here!" Apparently I'm a fifth year, so that didn't affect me. Of course, I don't even go to this place, so it doesn't really matter that much. We slid through the doors of the place, and stealthily crept through the large hall. Like a boss.

Of course, I wasn't exactly sure what I was trying to achieve, so it's no surprise that we got caught. "Well, well, well. What have we here? And without robes also. Well, you are going straight to Dumbledore." Shoot. I don't know who this Dumbledore dude is, but he didn't sound like the type of person I'd be interested in seeing. What kind of name is Dumbledore anyways? Isn't that, like, German or something? We walked down the long hallway, and I could make out Gazzy and Iggy whispering something behind me. Something about explosives. Of course. "No talking back there!" The man said. Angel giggled. Angel! I thought, Good guy, bad guy? Are you getting anything? I waited for a bit, while she tried to figure things out, then she replied by telling me, He's a good guy. Just a little grumpy. I think we're safe for now. Good. Relief. I should feel relieved right now, correct? Of course, I'm not exactly on the good mood side of the scale, so I swear if these people tried anything

Before I knew it, we were at Dumbledudes office, or whatever it was. The man said "Acid Pops" and a door opened. We walked into a room, filled with… well… for lack of a better word, strange. Funny. I'm not sure what happened to my vocabulary lately, but the only good word to describe anything around here is strange. Unless I decide to start using show-offy words like "peculiar" and "oddity."

A man was standing in the room. He was old. Very old. With a beard and everything, and when he looked at me, he actually looked at me. Saw me. As if he knew me. "Maximum." He stated. It freaked me out a little bit, the way he said my name. He said it in the same cold way the white coats used to say my name. "Iggy. Gazzy. Angel. Nudge. Fang." For a few seconds there was a seriously awkward silence, and I was starting to flash back to what Iggy told us earlier, and how 20 years from now there will be several grown up children having to let their parents know why they've never dated before… Then Dumbledude said, in his strangest (oops! I did it again!) voice, "I've been waiting a long time to talk to you."

"Umm… hi?" Gazzy said, from the back of the room, in a small sounding voice.

"Yes, I'm sure you're finding the events of your day very strange indeed so far." Good, so we're on the same page. "I hope you find the explanation I'm about to give you a suitable one. This is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and you are all Witches and Wizards. Hogwarts is a seven year school, beginning for kids Eleven years old. Most of the children here are from wizarding families, however some, like you six, come from Muggles, that means humans, and are gifted with special abilities."

"So this is a 'special' school, for 'special' people? So this is it? I'm finally at the insane asylum?" I joked. No one thought it was funny. Huh. Maybe I'm losing my touch. He cleared his throat, then continued. "Max, you are around fifteen, correct? You would be in Fifth year, as would Iggy and Fang. Nudge, you would be in Second year. You will be, if you choose to attend this school."

"Wait," I interrupted. "But we weren't here when we were eleven, so how can I be here now?"

"Your genetic testing only made your powers stronger, meaning you are some of the most powerful muggle-born wizards in the world at the moment. We've been trying to find you for years, but you've been hard to track." Duh. "I'm not sure what led you here, but now that you are here I would love for you to attend this school, however late you may be, and we will keep you safe, and keep your… secret." I suppose he means our wings. "I'm not saying it will be easy, you will need to play several years worth of catch up. I'm sure it won't be too difficult for you, but I will give you the books you need to study, and you will attend regular classes and attend tutoring sessions." Great. Just what we need, a school.

"We'll need to talk about it." I said, then motioned the rest of the flock into a huddle. "So?" I asked. "What do you think?"

"Oh look. The great Maximum Ride actually wants our lowly opinion?" Iggy commented, in a tone that I wasn't exactly thrilled with. "Oh please," I replied. "Would you like me to make all the decisions? I'm not sure if this is the best idea, and I'm wondering if you guys are up for it." I shouldn't even have to be explaining myself to them. "I think you guys should." Angel commented. "What about you and Gazzy?" I asked her. "We'll be fine. We can go to Arizona with your mom. I really think you guys should do this… I can just feel it."

"I don't know guys. I'm not too sure about this joint."

"I think we should." Leave it to Fang to undermine me… again.

"Fine." I turned to Dumbledore. "We're in."

"Perfect. Of course, if you had been here with the rest of the students when they came in, you could have been in the sorting ceremony. Of course since you prefer stalking through the halls…." He didn't bother to continue. Instead, he pulled this weird hat off the table. "This is the sorting hat. It sorts you into houses. The houses are based on personality. The brave and courageous belong in Gryffindor. The clever belong in Slytherin. The loyal belong in Hufflepuff. The intelligent in Ravenclaw. This hat sorts you into the house you belong in." Then he placed it on my head. And it talked. Not even kidding, it talked. "GRYFFINDOR!" It shouted. Well then, guess I'm brave. Then he placed it on Iggy's head. "GRYFFINDOR!" Good. Same house, I guess the flock has a pretty good chance of staying together. Not that it matters, we'll probably end up bailing soon. Then he placed the hat on Nudge's head. It thought. For a long time. Of course, it shouldn't have surprised me that the hat could talk and think… compared to some other things… "RAVENCLAW!"

"What?" I yelled, before I could stop myself. "No. Nonononono. She doesn't belong in Ravenclaw!"

"What's wrong Max? Think I'm too stupid for Ravenclaw? For your information, I had straight A's in our three months of school. I like reading. Not that you'd know." I was stunned. What had gotten into them? Everyone was silent. I didn't even realize the hat had been placed on Fang's head. "SLYTHERIN!" It shouted, and I felt the floor drop from under me. Slytherin? What does that mean for me? Us? Before I even realized what was happening, an Owl was being sent out to my mom explaining the situation, and Angel and Gazzy were hugging us goodbye. No. No this is going to fast. I need to say goodbye. I don't know what's happening. I'm confused. I'm Maximum Ride. I'm confident. Fang. Nudge. Angel. Gazzy.

It's okay Max. It's going to be alright.

I hope you're right Angel.

A/N: Whew! That one took me a loooong time to write. A nice, really long chapter for you guys. So, in honor of my four hours of writing this chapter, review for me! It might give me the inspiration to write quicker! *insert smiley face here*

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