A/N: I'm baaaack! Sorry for the long wait, brain block, then "So is That a Yes?" got deleted. I think I've finally got most of the story planned out though, so that's good.

Lily's POV:

Max is Max is Max. Honestly? She's starting to get on my nerves. I mean, she drank all my pumpkin juice for Merlin's sake! I rolled my eyes after she thanked me for my pumpkin juice, and wandered out into the courtyard. Just another Saturday afternoon at Hogwarts! I sat under my usual tree, and thought for a bit. I hadn't really talked to Sev that much since Hogsmeade, and I wondered why he hadn't been talking to me for awhile. It's almost like every since I started dating Iggy he's been completely ignoring me. Just as I was about to get up and do some homework for History of Magic, Potter walked over. Great.

"Lily! My love! My beautiful angel! Would you like to become my one and only girlfriend?" He said, in a light, airy, sing-songy voice. What a loser. "No Potter, I have a boyfriend. Remember? If you would kindly step out of my way so that I can do my homework, I would be much obliged." He just stood there with his mouth open. "But—But—But-…."

"But what?"

"But… You're supposed to love me!"

"Um, no."

"Yes! I had Love Potion!"

"You what?" I yelled, hardly believing it. That little git spiked my Pumpkin Juice! Pumpkin Juice… Max. I burst out laughing. "What… What's so funny?" James asked, confusion crossing his face. "Max!" I laughed some more. "She drank my!" More laughter. "She drank all my Pumpkin Juice!" James sat there, stunned. This is too good! "So you don't? It didn't?"

"Nope." I replied. As if she knew we were talking about her, Max showed up at the perfect moment. "James! Oh James! I've been looking for you everywhere! Now where did you get off to? Talking to Lily? Hmm, she's much to ugly for a perfect person such as yourself. Do you love me James? I love you! I love you so much! I can shout it off the rooftops if I have to. I LOVE JAMES POTTER! See? We should get married! James! Will you? Will you kiss me James? Oh Lily! Do you think he loves me back?" James just stood there shocked, and I tried to mask the giggles. Max is funny when she's hoplessly in love. "What's so funny Lily? Do you mean? He doesn't? But he has too! I have to make him love me! James? Look, you are as handsome as Taylor Laughtner!"

"Who?"

"We should get married someday! You don't really love that hag, do you?" Ha. Hag indeed. James sputtered, and Max turned, and stalked off. Yes, stalked. To do who knows what. Maybe buy some flowers or something. Sirius, eying Max strangely as she stalked off, walked over to James and Lily. "Aww!" He said, "Would you look at the happy couple?" James shot him a glare. "It didn't work! Max drank all of Lily's Pumpkin Juice! It looks like it wasn't brewed right either, way too strong. Ick! Can you believe it? She's like, head over heels." I laughed even harder. They both turned towards me. "What's so funny?" James asked me. "Now you know how I feel!"

Fang's POV:

Right after dinner, Bellatrix and some other 5th year Slytherins dragged me back up the Commons Room to talk. We were all just sitting around, being bored, talking about random stuff, when Regulus, a third year, brought up a name I hadn't heard before. "I swear, the day I turn of age I'll become a Death Eater! Just think about it, serving the Dark Lord. They say he'll rule the entire wizarding world someday."

"Who's the 'Dark Lord?'" I asked. The entire commons room stopped and stared. "Who's the Dark Lord? What kind of a Wizard are you?" Rudolphus asked. Bella silenced him. "Now, now, you can't expect him to know that much about Wizarding. He is an orphan after all. Or something like that. Anywho Fang, I'll tell you all about the Dark Lord! He is incredible. Powerful! The most powerful wizard to ever live. He has harnessed powers and done spells that even Dumbledore cannot master! It would be an honor to serve him, and two years from now, when I turn of age, I, along with many others here, am planning on joining up with him. Who knows? I might even join the Death Eaters sooner!" He sounds like a real creep. Of course, it's not like I'm dumb enough to say that with all these wanna-be Death Eaters hanging around. Almost like a glorified bully on steroids. Instead of saying all I wanted to say, I smirked, and said "Where do I sign up?" The conversation moved forward from there.

Somewhere in the conversation, someone brought up Gryffindor. Bellatrix shrieked. "I almost forgot! We have that Quiditch game against Gryffindor tomorrow! It'll be an insta-win probably though. I hear that new girl Max is playing. What position? Beater? No matter. She'll probably suck anyways, bet she's never held a quaffle in her life." Being around Hogwarts for almost half a year, I've picked up on what Quiditch was. I guess it's the season then. Max. She said something to me during her rant about being on the Quiditch team. It's pretty obvious my attitude's fazed her a lot. That wasn't my intention. She's being so self-justifiably angry she seems to be missing the big picture here. Obviously this Lord of Darkness guy is not a good thing, and while I'm over here gathering information, she's probably moping about my attitude, or better yet, making out with that Dylan kid. I swear, if I didn't care about protecting her so much, I'd drop all pretext of hating her just so I could knock some sense into her brain. "Faaaang? Fangyyy?" I heard Bellatrix whisper in my ear. "You in there somewhere? Come on! Sometimes it's like you're always stuck in that head of yours." And she continued babbling. She's almost as bad as Nudge.

Creature's POV:

I stalk closer to my prey. Easy enough targets, as they are just children. I make my move. All for my creators. I will take them all alive, and bring them back for my creators. I will be rewarded. I will be great. I am a survivor. I will be rewarded. I will be great.

Max's POV:

I have never been this embarrassed in my life. Love Potion! How was I supposed to know? Ugh, that James Potter! What was he thinking? He's too obsessed with Lily. In case you were wondering, once the Love Potion wore off, I hid in my room for a long, long, long time. Where'd he get love potion anyways? Of course, I didn't need revenge. James's shock, plus his fear that I wouldn't play in the Quiditch game, were definitely enough to keep him miserable for awhile. Now don't get me wrong, I do have a sense of humor. In fact, I sort of wish I was there to see the look on James's face when he realized he'd had a mix-up! Of course, I can trace this all the way back to Fang. If he wasn't such a jerk, I never would have been in a bad mood, so I never would have drank all the Pumpkin Juice. Of course, I wouldn't want to blame Fang, would I? He's just too perfect.

Wait, where was I? Oh. Yeah. Quiditch game. I'm a beater, which apparently means I hit people in the head with bludgers. Sounds good to me! I've always been pretty decent with a club. Besides the fact that we're playing Slytherin tomorrow, and if I injure anyone, they'll be from Slytherin. You'd think I'd be a bit nervous for my first game, but I'm more excited than anything else. Gryffindor's gonna rock it tonight!

Our team arrives at the pitch early. Feeling awesome-like-a-wizard in my super-cool Quiditch robes, I got some practice time on my broom. That's my one problem with Quiditch. I mean, you'd think being bird-kid mutant who flies would make brooms no problem, right? Wrong. I'm so used to just using my wings, that using a broom is a totally different thing. Being up in the air makes my wings itch, and there's nothing in the world I want more than to just stretch out my wings and fly. Beneath me I can see students crowding in the stands to watch the big game. I glanced around instinctively to find my flock. I saw them all, scattered across the stands in different places. For some odd reason, I had a flashback to that Cowboys game we went to last year. With Fang obsessing over the cheerleaders, and trying to describe them to Iggy. Nudge talking on and on about how she'd never seen a football game before, and how excited she was. Gazzy and Angel sharing some good-old football game food. As miserable as I was at the time, it seems like a pretty good memory now.

I look back down, jolting out of my train of thoughts, to see James and the other players waving me back down again. "Max! Don't start flying until they blow the whistle, okay? You saw the Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw game, right? So you know what to do? Remember what we practiced!"

"Yeah, yeah. I know! I'll do awesome, promise." I assured. After awhile, the whistle blew and the game began. I flew up in the air on my broom, all the while wishing I could just use my wings. If I could just stretch them out, would it really be a bad thing if we were found out?—No. Snap out of it Max! I look around for a bludger flying towards our seeker. I speed up, channel my excitement and anger, and hit the bludger as hard as I can towards Bellatrix Black, Slytherin Chaser. It hit her square in the chest and she was knocked off her broom. Unfortunately, she has some talent, and managed to swing back up again with her hands. Even more unfortunately, I was too busy laughing silently at Bellatrix to notice the bludger coming straight at me from the Slytherin beater. Before I could actually process what was happening, I was off my broom, plummeting towards the ground from who-knows-how-high. It seemed almost like the entire crowd was holding their breath, and I thought for a second that this could actually seriously hurt me. Fifteen feet from the ground however, I whipped out my wings and plummeted upwards.

It felt incredible. After going this long without flying, stretching my wings and touching the sky without the use of a broom felt like absolute bliss. I did some loops for good measure, and went full speed ahead for a few miles before coming straight back again. I flew so high up, just like normal, that I was able to reach out my hand and touch a cloud. I don't understand why I didn't do this earlier! I replayed it in my head: Falling, falling, falling, swoop. Up in the air and touching the sky. I shouted who-knows-what, just because I could. I did a few twirls, and started plummeting back towards the ground. It was just me and the sky! Except… it sort of wasn't. Once I landed on the ground again, I realized that I had just given out a little aerial show for all of Hogwarts. I also realized that every single person was staring at me, and that I had just definitely blown my cover. I let out a little giggle- yes, a giggle- and took a few steps backwards. Grabbing my broom this time, I folded my wings, and got back into the sky. "So…" I said awkwardly, hating being the center of attention, "We gonna play some Quiditch?"

A/N: There we go! A nice long chapter for you guys. No promises here, but I'm hoping to get the next chapter out pretty soon. I already have a good plan of what's going to happen in it, all I have to do is write it out. As you could probably tell, I was writing more like Fang&Angel Max, than Kick-Butt-Awesome-First-Three-Books-Max. So I'm trying to move more towards the latter again. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I'm hoping to get some more written soon!