A/N: I'm switching out of third person POV for the rest of the story, so it's going to be told from the eyes of the characters involved. There's going to be some skipping, not everyone knows the same stuff, and not everyone's story is going to be happening at the same time. It may be confusing, but if you get really confused, read one characters story at a time. It'll match up with where they last left off.
Disclaimah: If I owned Harry Potter or Maximum Ride, I would not have to kidnap them for my own diabolical purposes.
Chapter 4: Hide and Flee
James' POV (Harry's Father) –Don't worry, this is the only time this'll happen-
My breathing is rushed, my heartbeat much faster than normal. I'm running out of time. I need to protect these notes no matter what. Not even I know what would, what could happen if someone ever tried this.
No one can know of this. Not Lily. Not Sirius. Not Remus. There is too much danger within these pages. But I'm running out of luck. Someone wants these damn papers. Far too much for anyone's good. And I'm the only other one who knows about them.
"POTTER," the voice roared over the streets, louder than any sonorous charm. Yet, no matter how hard it searched, it would never find me there. I was gone.
"I'm home!" I call out to my wife, Lily. She comes in, smiling, carrying our precious boy, our Harry, in her arms.
I reach out for him; only, horrifying noises outside of our house reach my ears.
"No," Lily whispers. She grows panicky. "It's not possible. He can't have found us! James!"
"UPSTAIRS!" I roar, preparing for the monster that was approaching.
"James," she sobs, "I love you."
By now, Harry's wailing, sensing out stress. "I love you too Lils. Get out of here. Fast."
And she's gone.
The door explodes inwards; a tall, looming figure fills the space. "Where is it?" He hisses.
It? No… "What…what are you talking about?" This is bad. He's not just after Harry.
"You know what I want, Potter. Now." His wand is level with my chest.
I hesitate too long. His spell zooms towards me.
There's more that he wants. Can we even stop him? Lily, Harry, I'm sorry.
The green light makes contact with me and I know that I've failed.