Authors Note: Ok first of all don't talk about the fifth book with me. I'm already really upset because I haven't got it yet. I want to scream because when I went to get it, the place that I had got the other books from didn't have any of them anymore, and when I went to the only other book store we have it wasn't there either, so I'm very mad that I don't get a chance to read it yet and I'm so standing on the edge at the moment. I guess I'll have to order it online and then wait, and wait some more for it to come. Darn.

Also I would like to clear up some confusion somebody must have although no ones said anything about it.

1. How about we say Max, Fang, and Iggy are almost fifteen so they'll be in the fourth year along with Harry and his gang, while Nudge has already turned twelve ok?

2. This takes place after MR book 4 obviously, while it also takes place during Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

3. I'm going to try to make Iggy and Max as sarcastic as ever, but I might not be good at it, so please give me some good remarks if you would. I can never come up with those kinds of things when I really focus on in it. My mind just works weird like that. Ideas come to me when I least expect them. It's when I have to really sit down and think about it that my mind turns blank. Now I'm off topic and by saying that I'm getting even more off topic and by saying that- you see where I'm going with this

Disclaimer: You probably know what this means so- I DON'T own Maximum Ride or Harry Potter. If you thought I did you must have been crazy. If I did I would be a really rich author who probably wouldn't spend the time of day writing this stupid Fic about my own book. Get the picture? Once again I'm not going to post this on every chapter. I'll do it every once in a while, so take note of this right here!

Dedication: OutsideJokes, for I don't really know why actually. For reviewing steadily I guess. . . Would that be a good reason? Because I think it's a good reason. I love steady reviewers, lol.

Chapter -:Nine:-

Awesome Food, a Blind Mutant Freak Acting Weirder Then Usual, and Your Best Friends New Friend. Pretty Normal Day For me

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The rest of the night flew by in a blur.

I remember jumping in shock when mountains upon mountains of food magically appeared on the gold plates before me. I recall Nudge squealing in delight and Iggy gasping in wonder after Nudge told him what had just happened. I also remember turning towards where Fang was sitting, trying to catch his eye, but he was to busy talking to some other kid to notice me.

After that the delicious scent that was wafting off all the different food articles finally got to me and well, to put it lightly, I stuffed my face along with the other members of the flock that were seated with me. The food was just so darn good though. Some people were even staring at the three of us mutant freaks in shock. Probably because of the large quantity of food we had already practically inhaled.

Then the most wonderful, glorious thing had happened. The food we had been eating disappeared and was replaced with delicious looking deserts.

If I hadn't know better I would have thought I had died and went to heaven, or wherever mutant bird kids went after they past away, that is.

The thought of all the food was most likely the reason I woke up with my stomach growling ferociously this morning.

"What was that!?" Hermione was already sitting up in bed, perfectly dressed with her wild mane of hair that could rival even Nudge's curls, was pulled back half way very neatly. She was sitting on her already made bed, reading some book with a weird title that I didn't even want to go into a discussion about at the moment. All I knew was that it had something to do with history. That was the only word I recognized, really.

"My stomach." I replied sheepishly, and my face reddened in embarrassment.

"Well I can hardly see how you could be hungry. You, Nudge, and Iggy practically ate the whole table." She seemed shocked.

"Yeah, well what can I say. My family and I eat a lot more than you do."

"Well I'll say." She stood up and slammed her book shut.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Almost time to go to breakfast, so I would hurry up and get dressed if I were you." She started shoving things into her bag.

"What am I supposed to wear?" I inquired.

"You don't have any robes?" She blinked at me in surprise.

"No. . . Should I?"

"Well yes. That's the school uniform you could say. Here you can borrow some of mine. They'll probably be a bit to short though." She bustled around the room, like a hurricane, only one that picked up destruction instead of caused it.

"Hey, what's this?" I found a package sitting at the end of my bed. After I rolled it around in my hands for a moment, I shrugged a little and ripped the brown paper that had been wrapped around the item off with one swipe of my arm. It had been laying on my bed after all.

Inside I found a crisp white blouse and a coal black robe, resembling the ones I vaguely recalled all the other students wearing. Well not vaguely really. It was more like a swarm of black bees that had lost their yellow stripes. There was a kind of sign that was red and gold and had a lion emblazoned on it also. Underneath it all was one of the very articles of clothing I detested the most. A skirt. Oh the horror.

"Oh. Looks like you have your clothes after all. Go on. Get dressed." She added as I hesitated.

"I know, it's just. . . A skirt? Really?" I shuddered a little at the thought of wearing something like that again. It was bad enough at the stuck up school that Ann made us go to, but did I have to wear it here?

"Yes really. It's not that bad, I promise, just get dressed will you? We'll be late for breakfast if you don't, and then you won't be able to eat until lunch time." She informed me.

"Well when you put it that way."

I would broach the subject later. Right now I wanted to eat.

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"Max is wearing a skirt?" Iggy snickered and started laughing.

"How did you-?" I started to ask.

"Sorry Max. I just showed him a picture of you coming in. I don't know why he's laughing. I think you look pretty." A sweet, innocent voice said from the other side of him.

"Angel!" I exclaimed and went to hug her.

"Well then, we can clearly see who's your favorite here now can't we," Gazzy sniffed and put on a fake, hurt look.

"Ok Gazzy. I didn't even see you for one, and for two you know I don't have any favorites." I reached over and ruffled his hair.

"I'm rather shocked Max, and very, very hurt. Do you know how tough it is to be blind? Don't you think I need a hug every once in a while? Don't you think I deserve some sympathy." Iggy broke done in pretend sobs and I smacked him on the back of the head.

"Ow." He muttered, rubbing the spot I had hit and then he turned back around and continued to eat.

"So have you guys been settled in yet?" I asked Angel and Gazzy as I took a sear beside Hermione and proceeded to fill the contents of my plate with a heaping pile of food that including but was not limited to: bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles, biscuits and gravy, some hash browns, and an assorted amount of fruit.

"Oh Max our new house is so cool. You have to come see it sometime. There's just no way to explain it, it's so amazing. Dumbledore's really nice, too. He was helping us move things around how we wanted them with his wand and then he was showing us these really cool tricks and he was messing around just like a little kid." Angel gushed.

When she was talking about Dumbledore my heart squeezed a little and I felt kind of bad for going off on him last night. He had obviously went to extreme ends to give us this opportunity and he had been trying really hard to make us all comfortable and I had blown up in his face. Could you blame me though? I didn't want my flock split up anymore then necessary and this arrangement hardly seemed necessary to me, but I went along with it. Every one was really excited about staying here, and frankly, if I was being honest with myself, I was excited too. Besides, Fang could look after himself. He was a big boy after all. Speaking of Fang. . . Where was he?

I twisted around in my seat and caught sight of him at the far end of his table. He looked like he had just arrived. With utter dismay I realized he was perched on the bench right beside a boy with blond hair that was almost white. The same boy from my dream/nightmare. They were chatting animatedly with each other and I even think I saw Fang crack a smile at something he said. Well that was different.

"Have any of you guys talked to Fang yet?" I turned my attention back to our group.

"Nope." Nudge replied. That was a surprise. A one worded answer. Normally she would have taken this opportunity to speak and run with it.

"I haven't seen him around." Iggy said so seriously that I had to laugh.

"Of course you haven't Ig. I hate to break it to you, but you're blind. You're not going to be seeing anyone anytime soon." Everyone laughed including Hermione which seemed to really tick him off for some reason. He glared in her direction, and she stopped laughing immediately. Her smile fading slowly into a frown.

Then Iggy turned away and started talking to the Gasman pointedly and Hermione pushed the rest of her food around her plate half heartedly with a fork. When I asked her if she was hungry or not, she replied by saying she had lost her appetite. That was strange.

"We should probably head to class." Harry announced.

"I don't know where my first class is, and besides we don't have any school things. How are we supposed to do anything?" I inquired, realizing for that first time that my words were true. It was the first day of our new school and all of us were extremely unprepared.

"That's alright. Dumbledore instructed me to tell you to just accompany us to our classes. Then you'll just adopt that schedule. As for supplies he'll probably tell you about that later, because I have no idea what's going on there." Harry stood and I, along with my flock minus one hastily followed suit.

"See you at dinner Max." Angel hugged me once more and pranced off with Gazzy right at her heels.

"I'll catch up in a minute. I'm going to go talk to Fang." I said absentmindedly and I felt my feet navigate themselves towards Fang's retreating figure. It seemed that he had decided to leave the room at exactly the same time we did.

"Fang!" I called out and he turned to me.

"Oh, hey Max." He greeted me just as he always would. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, and I felt strangely relieved, like some great weight had been lifted off my shoulders. He hasn't changed at all, I told myself confidently.

"How's everything been?" I asked.

"Good." What was with him and his one worded replies.

"Are you going to give me any details?" I raised my eyebrows.

He didn't answer, just smirked.

"And who might this be?" A cold, drawling voice interrupted. I looked over to see that same blond haired boy sneering at me. I glared viciously back.

"Relax Max. This is Draco Malfoy. He's cool." Fang put a restraining hand on my shoulder as if he was reading my mind, and seeing the intent that I was debating internally.

"And Malfoy this is Max. She's cool, too." He assured the boy, Malfoy.

"Alright then. Come on Fang. We need to get to class." Some of his icy demeanor seemed to melt, but he still didn't look convinced though. He was still staring at me in a peculiar way that made me want to punch him, and hard.

"I'll see you later Fang." I decided I would just ignore our little unwanted guest.

"Ok, bye Max." He replied and walked off with Malfoy.

"Please tell me he's not seriously friends with Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed bitterly and glared after the boy in revulsion.

"It appears to be so. It's fine though. Fang says he alright, so I believe him." I replied, as we started walking again.

Nudge had already gone her separate way when we were first leaving. That was good in a way. We wouldn't have to hear her constant chatter. Her new classmates, however, weren't as lucky.

"He doesn't know Malfoy very well then." Ron spat the name like it was a disgusting parasite.

"Why is Malfoy so bad?" I questioned them.

"Why. . . Why is he so bad?" Ron looked at me with wide eyes, and his mouth opened to complete the look of shock and utter disbelief.

"Maybe it's because his father is a Death Eater and in league with Voldemort, and he seems to be inheriting his fathers traits rather early." Harry explained.

"I wish you wouldn't say his name like that mate. Why can't you sat 'You know who, or He who must not be named' like the rest of us." Ron spluttered.

"Because I'm not going to show fear. I'm not scared of him. Why shouldn't I be able to say his name then?" Harry shook his head in agitation and Ron shut his mouth and said no more.

"Well here we are. Your first step into the magical arts of the wizarding world. Transfiguration class." Harry gestured grandly to the wide open doors. Despite my usually calm and collected manner I was jumping up and down inside. This was going to be truly exciting.

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