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Max's POV

Of course someone walks in the second I snap my wings out. What else did I expect to happen? Hm, I don't know. Maybe I thought snapping out my wings for a second in a closed off room would go unnoticed! Apparently not.

We've never been so lucky, Max, Angel's thoughts entered mine.

I stumbled backwards and the sight of an old lady staring at me like I was an intruder. Then, to make my day absolutely perfect, I tripped over a pile of books and fell on top of my already injured wing.

"Ouch!" I cried when my wing hit a sharp object and got cut. Well that was very pleasant (note the sarcasm!)

"Max!" 6 voices yelled and came to help me up. Fang grabbed my hand and yanked me off the ground and I fell into his arms. Oh boy. I could be like this forever! Being in Fang's arms is probably one of the best feelings anyone could ever experience.

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But of course, there being 2 complete strangers in the room, I had to step away. I was on a roll today when it came to bad luck. Let me check my list.

Getting trapped inside a magical barrier? Check.

Nearly drowning in a huge lake inside a magical barrier? Check.

People finding out about my wings? Double check.

Injuring myself by tripping over a book? I'm ashamed to say check.

Having these people find out about you is the first step to a great achievement, Maximum, the Voice entered my thoughts.

Perfect timing, Voice. I was getting very disappointed I found out my bad luck was fading, I thought sarcastically.

You must stay at this school with your flock. You must work on your powers, and by being here you will learn new powers. You may not be a witch, Maximum, but they can teach you how to control your powers, which bear a similarity to witchcraft and wizardry, the Voice informed me.

I am not staying at this "school," I snarled at the Voice in my mind.

You will, Maximum, the Voice replied. It's being awfully chatty today. Just what I needed.

Make me, I snarled. I sure wish I didn't say that.

I got my first brain attack in a long time when I thought those words. A sharp pain started in my head and many images blurred in my mind. An indescribable pain entered my brain and I started screaming my head off and whimpering like a baby. I collapsed on the ground and once again fell on my injured wing.

"Max? What's wrong?" I heard 5 faint voices shout in terror. When they see me on the ground in terror, there is nothing good about that. At all. It hurt too much to think, there was so much pain in my head I thought my brain would explode. I wish it did so it would be over.

"She's having another brain attack!" I heard Angel shout in horror. I felt strong arms lift me off the ground, and was pulled in closer to someone's chest. Fang.

"What do you mean another? You guys never tell me anything!" I heard Total grumble. I wish I wasn't having a brain attack so I can see those people's faces when they saw a dog talk.

"D-did the dog just talk?" I heard the elderly woman say. I would've chuckled, if my brain wasn't about to burst.

"I prefer the term 'Canine-American.'" I heard Total say offended.

You will stay at this school, Maximum, the Voice commanded me. Okay, I'm not this easily persuaded. You would have to send me to the School for about 2,000 years, and I would consider it.

"NO! LEAVE ME ALONE! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! MAKE IT STOP!" I screamed out loud, since it hurt like hell to think a single word. The pain got worse at my reply. I started screaming louder.

"Who is she talking to?" the woman asked, confused by my gibberish.

"Long story." I heard Fang mutter, pulling me closer.

Are you still not going, Maximum, the Voice asked me.

"Max! Just say yes! I hate seeing you like this!" I heard Angel beg on the verge of tears.

"I'M NEVER GOING TO LISTEN TO YOU! HOW ARE YOU EVEN DOING THIS?" I screamed, like the pathetic and stubborn 14 year old girl I am. The pain turned up a couple notches, and I screamed louder (if it was possible) and I gripped my head tighter.

"Kill me! Someone kill me, please!" I begged with tears in my eyes I think. I can't even think around the pain anymore. I couldn't use any of my senses. All I registered was unbearable pain, threatening to kill me. I wish it did.

Angel's POV

"Kill me! Someone kill me, please!" Max begged/screamed with tears running down her face. Tears were streaming down my face, seeing Max in horrible pain. I caught thoughts coming from outside the wall.

What's going on in there?

Who's screaming like that?

What's all of the ruckus coming from Dumbledore's office?

I hope whoever is in there is okay! -ha. The only kind thought.

What's happening in there that's making someone scream like that?

"What is wrong with this girl?" the lady named Minerva demanded of us.

Maximum, you will stay here and learn how to use your powers to the best of your ability, the Voice commanded of Max.

I'd rather not be any more of a mutant freak than I already am, I heard Max whimper inside her head. I started crying harder; Max was so stubborn and brave to take on this kind of pain just to be normal. Normal as possible for a mutant bird kid, that is.

"Max! Just say yes! It will stop!" I begged of her again. I barged up to them and glared at Fang in the eye.

Fang! You tell her! She'll listen to you! You better say it now, or I'll kill you. Painfully, I might add if Max has to suffer anymore than she has already, I threatened Fang. He shrugged. I stomped on his foot.

"Ouch! Fine! Max, just say yes to whatever you and Angel know but I don't!" he yelled, glaring accusingly at me. I glared back. Make it more convincing, I demanded of him.

"Max! Just say yes to whatever it is. I hate seeing you scream. It just doesn't show who Max is. At least the strong, sarcastic side that everyone knows and loves. Especially ter Borcht. He just loved your comebacks like he loves Gazzy." Fang said sarcastically and we all burst out laughing.

"I vill now destroy de Snickuhs bahrs!" Gazzy said in a perfect imitation of ter Borcht's voice. We all started laughing and we even heard Max give a little chuckle at the infamous Gazzy-ter Borcht quote.

C'mon Max. You've got 2 people here who are starting to doubt your strength, I said to encourage her.

Maximum, will you now stay like your Flock wants you to, the Voice asked Max.

You nasty thing, you Voice! Trying to get Max to bend by torturing her through inside her mind! It hurts to even look in to her thoughts! Trying to provoke her to say no is even worse! You will get out of her head or you'll be sorry, I threatened the Voice. Max only screamed louder. I started getting a headache of my own looking into her head. That's how bad.

Fine! I'll stay you freaking torturer! If you think I'm always going to take your advice, you're dead wrong, Max snarled faintly to the Voice. Suddenly, the images and the pressure stopped and Max passed out from the attack.

"What caused the brain attack this time?" Iggy asked me.

"The Voice. It commanded Max to stay here so we could learn how to extend our, er, abilities to our full potential. You know how well Max takes commands, so she said no. Then the Voice started the attack, trying to force her into saying yes. But this is Max we're talking about." I explained, and the flock sighed and shook their heads.

"I thought the surgery took care of it." Fang said, and we all knew he meant taking the chip out of her arm. I sighed.

"Apparently not. That was worse than in the subway tunnels and when we were traveling." Iggy said, wincing at the memories. The 2 professors sent us strange looks.

"So, I'm guessing you have wings?" Dumbledore asked us, nodding his head at Max passed out in Fang's arms, wings fully exposed.

"No, we have fish fins." Iggy said sarcastically and the flock burst into laughter. The 2 adults looked at us weirdly. We were very used to it.

These children are so immature. I wonder who raised them. I'll have to have a word with them, the elder lady thought.

"We weren't raised by anyone. Unless you mean being tested and tortured in a science lab counts as being raised up." I said, wincing at our past. I'm lucky I was out when I was 2. The rest of the flock had it so much worse. The lady's eyes went wide.

"Yes, I read minds." I said sourly, glancing back at Max.

"Can you please explain what happened to the young girl? I didn't quite catch it." Dumbledore said. I explained the Voice she had and the reason it attacked her head. The flock gave me uneasy glances, which I knew was from distress that Max wouldn't approve of this.

"My, so I see what we must do. Minerva, can you please send over the Sorting Hat? We must see what house they're in. Though they may not be witches or wizards, they still are magical in their own ways and need to be taught." Dumbledore told her.

"If you mean mutant freaks, then yes. We're very magical kids." Iggy said and we all burst out into laughter again. I grabbed Max's coat and put it on her back with help from Fang. When the coat was on her, we handed her to Iggy to carry.

"Jeez! She needs to lay off the 3 extra Big Macs!" Iggy complained, and we all laughed super hard again.

"Here you go, Albus." Minerva said handing a very old, worn-out hat. I hope they aren't in my house, I heard Minerva think to herself.

Gee, thank you for the very warm welcome. We thank you for your kindness, I thought sarcastically into her head and her thoughts went dead silent. I chuckled at her expression.

"Thank you, Minerva. Now, who wants to go first?" Dumbledore asked us. Nudge looked disgusted.

"What is that thing, a hat? It looks so old! OMG, this one time, we were camping out in the subway system in New York City, I saw this really, really old boot. It was covered in grime and all sorts of nasty things. There were even rats living in that icky thing! It was super gross! Did I mention I hate rats? They're so gross and ugly! Don't you think? It's like they were deformed by nature! It's like nature hates them like they hate us. We always had the worst luck possible, being experimented on in a lab and all that. It's so unfair. Am I right? We can't ever catch a break! Heck, we barely ever get to have a decent meal! OMG, I would kill to have a few Big Macs with 6 orders of fries right now. And a 14 ounce Sprite. Anything that's edible to be exact. Hey, what's your favorite food? I'm so hungry. After here can we get something to eat?" Nudge chatted away. That was 169 words in less than a minute, and we went from the topic of an old hat, to the usual "I'm hungry, let's eat." I giggled at the 2 adult's faces as they saw how fast Nudge talked.

"I suppose we can get you something to eat afterwards." Dumbledore finally said after a moment of processing of what Nudge said.

I finally stepped up and said with a sweet smile, "I'll go first." Dumbledore smiled down at me.

"You're quite young for Hogwarts, but for your friend's well being, I'll enter you all in the same year, since obviously you need to stick together. I'll enter you all in the 4th year. That would be 14 year olds, and the four oldest one can definitely pass. The younger 2 of you, I'll just tell the professors I've given you special permission to enter that year. Now for sorting." Dumbledore said and placed the hat on my head.

"Hm, I've never had to sort a muggle 6 year old with wings before. But I see you have something that has magical potential, so you're not really a muggle. Not exactly magic, but the potential of powers even greater than magic itself. I see you are very brave young one, but you hold great potential. I know. How about GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted the last part to everyone in the room. The professors clapped, Minerva with a fake smile plastered on her face.

Of course the mind reader is in my house, she thought, and I grinned at her.

One by one the rest of the flock was sorted. We were all in Gryffindor. Finally, it came to Max. Dumbledore put the hat on her head and it instantly shouted Gryffindor. Surprise, surprise.

"Okay, you 6 get down to your dormitories. Professor McGonagall will show you the way. Here are some robes (the school uniform-)" he threw robes at us, "-and you'll start classes tomorrow. If you need to send a letter to someone, feel free to go to the Owlery and send a letter. Also, you will be meeting with me once a week for private tutoring for extending your abilities, or whatever you may call them. I will see you all later at the feast." Dumbledore said with a kind smile. We all cheered at the mention of food.

"Okay children, now follow me." Professor McGonagall said and opened the wall. Fang was carrying Max again. Max didn't look so good. We walked down the corridors, and lots of people stared at us.

Why are muggles in our school?

What's with the 2 little kids? The little girl couldn't be older than 8!

Why is McGonagall leading those muggles down the hall?

Hey! Why is that girl unconscious? Does it have to do with the screaming before? Aww, poor girl- the kind and familiar thoughts said. I remembered that voice from outside the wall before. The only one who even felt bad about it. I looked up to see a 14 year old girl with bushy brown hair walking in the same direction we were heading.

I put on a sweet smile and said in my sweetest voice and held up Total, "Hello. I'm Angel and this Total. Who are you?"

Aww, how cute is she! "Hello Angel, I'm Hermione. Hermione Granger. Pleased to meet you. And hello Total." Hermione said and held out her hand. I shook her hand with a smile on my face.

Please don't talk, Total, I begged Total through his thoughts. I heard him sigh, but I think he agreed.

McGonagall turned around and saw me with my new friend and said, "Miss Granger! Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm heading back to the dormitory. You know, classes are over? I have to do my homework and study for my Defense Against the Dark Arts test." Hermione explained. I read in her thoughts she was telling the truth, and I smiled. McGonagall frowned.

"Very well then. I see you are now acquainted with one of your new fellow classmates." McGonagall said and Hermione looked shocked.

A little girl is transferring into Year 4? That's unheard of! Yet again, the girl looks quite intelligent for her age. But it doesn't look like she's a witch. That's quite odd, Hermione's thoughts said.

"How old are you?" she asked me with a kind smile on her face.

"6. I turn 7 next week." I said with a sweet smile on my face. Hermione looked shock.

Really Angel? Since when do we keep track of our birthdays? I heard Fang think.

Since I managed to look at a calendar in Dumbledore's office, I thought back.

"I'm just curious, are you a witch?" she asked, clearly curious. I shook my head.

"No. Dumbledore said we have magic-like qualities we have to learn how to control." I replied honestly. Mutant freak powers I need to develop and control, to be exact.

And with that, we walked in silence to the Gryffindor dormitories.