DISCLAIMER: I Do Not Own Harry Potter Or Maximum Ride

I woke up feeling stiff and sore. At first I thought that it had all been a dream, but then I remembered all the times I had woken up thinking that everything was a dream and been disappointed.

I was in a room filled with boxes that were labelled with things like 'Fred's books' or 'George's socks'. I was in a nice, warm and extremely comfy bed. My clothes were folded neatly at the end of my bed. The wand was sitting on top of it. I got out of the bed and climbed into my clothes and ran a brush that had been left there, through my hair. I went over to the door, suspicious. Everything seemed so weird. The door opened and I stepped out on to the landing. I made my way down the stairs slowly.

"Oh dear, you're awake." I jumped and swung around to see a short flaming red haired woman making her way towards me. She had a smile on her face, and a basket of clothes under her arm. "Oh you must be hungry, come and get something to eat." She came over and grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the kitchen. She pushed me, gently into a seat at the table. Handing me a bowl of soup, she sat down across from me.

"Sure you are feeling okay? You had us all worried, especially your boyfriend, Fang he said his name was." She said. I was to confuse to correct her. Where was I? What was going on?

"I don't mean to be rude." And I didn't. "But who are you? And where am I?" I asked eating my soup.

"Oh yes, I guess I didn't introduce myself did I? My name is Molly Weasley, and this is my and my husband, Arthur's, house. We call it the Burrow." Mrs. Weasley said, smiling.

"Is my fl-friends okay?

"Yes, your flock is okay. You call your self's that because of your wings right." She said with a knowing smile.

"You know, I mean what?" I asked.

"Max, when you came in you were unconscious and we didn't know what was wrong with you but we did noticed that you and the rest of your flock had wings. And Fang and your flock admitted that you did had wings and that you guys had gone through a lot so you didn't want to talk about it." She said.

"Thanks. But I'm confused, what happened and why am I here?" I asked.

"Max you were unconscious for four days." She said, patting my arm." And I don't believe that I'm the right person to tell you. Professor Albus Dumbeldore will explain everything more clearly on Saturday night when he comes to drop Harry off." She got up and began to clean the bowl." Your flocks outside with my son, Ron, and daughter, Ginny. They're de-gnoming the garden. You should go join them." Seeing as I had nothing better to do and I really wanted to see my flock, I got up and made my way through the door she was pointing at.

"MAX!" Angel and Nudge squealed. They came and raced at me, knocking me over. I smiled as I hugged them. Gazzy and Iggy slowly made there way forward. I stood and hugged them too. I turned and looked at Fang. He walked forward. I smiled and hugged him too. He pulled me in close.

"Don't ever do that again." He said, pulling me back so he could look me in the eye. "Ever."

"I'll try to do my best." I said with a smile. He didn't smile back." Okay, okay, I wont. Ever." He pulled me back into a hug.

"I can't lose you again." He said softly so only I heard him. "Not again." There was the noise of someone clearing his or her throat. I pulled away from him to see two people with flaming red hair like Mrs.Weasley. The oldest was a boy almost as tall as Fang and Iggy. His flaming red hair was long, about the same lengths as Fang's. He had a lot of freckles. He wasn't as fit as Fang or Iggy, but he wasn't fat. The girl was about Nudge's height, with long flaming red hair. She had brown eyes like me, but freckles like her brother.

"Hi, I'm Ginny and this is my brother Ron." The girl said.

"I'm Max." I said smiling.

"Yah your friends told us all about you." Ron said. There was a small awkward silence.

"You gonna help us with the de-gnoming?" Ginny asked.

"Sure. How do you do it?" I asked. Ron smiled reaching down into the bushes pulling out what looked like a leathery, potato with legs with arms.

"Grab it by the legs, swing it around by the legs, and let go." Ron said, demonstrating. Soon the sky was full of gnomes.

"KIDS, Lunch is ready." Mrs. Weasley called to us.