Sorry I forgot the disclaimer! (Smacks head repeatedly) Well here goes…

I do not own Harry Potter or Maximum Ride. They are the property of J.K. Rowling and James Patterson, although I wish they were mine (I'm crying right now just so you know.)

Now that nuisance is over I need to get a few other things clear.

*_* = a characters thought

Italics = sentences put into a characters head by Angel or emphasize particular points

*italic* = Thoughts shared through the twin bond

Bold sentences in the story are AN's

Now let's get back to the story…

Fang rolled his eyes. Max was mad… again. Iggy had done something to the neighbors' cat. It probably had something to do with the bomb he'd paid Fang to forget about or something like that. He smirked, but it quickly turned into a frown. His wings were still aching. They'd been hurting for weeks now and quite frankly he was getting fed up with them. He had a huge headache too! Talk about depressing.

"You better go apologize to her right now Iggy or else… or else… You're not allowed to think about bombs for the next 24 hours!" Max screamed from downstairs. (I got that idea in a dream. Poor Iggy…) again, his smirk turned into a grimace.

Fang are you okay? Angel sent to him. His pain was escalating. He stood up and promptly fell with a loud "Crack!" The sound of birdkid head hitting hardwood floor rang through the house.

*Am I dead* was Fang's first thought. He was standing in a blank white room. He did a quick 360, but nobody was with him. *Have I been kidnapped by the whitecoats? I'd thought they were gone! Maybe it's someone else like Mr. Chu. What if I can't get back to the flock? What if I can't get back to Max?*

That thought alone made him shiver. He wouldn't live without Max. He'd worked so hard to get her and now that she was his he wasn't going to let her slip away. He'd always loved her. Since they were little, he'd dreamed about her. It may seem stalkerish, but it's really not. Fang had known what he'd wanted and now he had it. Of course if Max heard him think that he would be in big trouble. She didn't like anyone saying things like that. She tried to stay away from people that were too possessive of her.

He listened, enraptured, to the faint voices he heard on the other side of the door. No matter where he was in the room, he realized that he couldn't hear the voices clearly. The walls were most likely sound proof. He knew that there were three people talking. Two were distinctly male and the third was female. They all had British accents which was extremely weird. For some reason, that voice made his heart pound faster.

"Fang!" the female voice called clearly through the wall, "Do come in! It's been much too long since we've seen you. Fourteen years can change a person!" *Whaaaat?!?!* Fang screamed in his head. *I'm fourteen years old! Are they actually whitecoats? Were they actually there when I was born? Could they possibly be my… family?"

He took a deep breath and went to the door, twisted the knob, and… was assaulted by an overly enthusiastic red haired woman. Fang flinched away from her involuntarily and immediately felt guilty. The look on her face proved that she was not a whitecoat. Her eyes were shining with unshed tears as she gently pulled him in for a hug like she was afraid he would run off. He smiled uncertainly at her which made her beam.

"I'm sorry love; I forgot how skittish you and your friends are. I'm Lily and I'm your birth mother. This is your father James and your twin brother Harry." He knew she was telling the truth as soon as he laid his eyes on them. He had his father's eyes and well… Harry was almost his exact copy. The only differences between them were the fact that Harry had green eyes and a weird shaped scar, while he, Fang, had black eyes and wings. Otherwise they were mirror images of each other. He couldn't dream up anything like this. He didn't have this much of an imagination. *But it can't be real, it just can't!* He knew it could be true though deep down. If birdkids existed then this most certainly can be happening.

"It's true Fang. This is real, even though they've been dead for fourteen years. They really are here. Somehow they are talking to us and meeting us. I don't know how or why they're here, but quite frankly I don't care. This is the best birthday present ever! Oh yeah and today is our birthday, just so you know." Harry said grinning. Fang just remained silent and unmoved on the outside, but on the inside, his mind was running in circles. *A twin brother, a mother, a father, a birthday, what next?*

He looked at his mother again and realized that she looked sad and depressed. His father had the same expression, but had this resigned look in his eyes. Fang could sense trouble brewing. There was a reason why his parents had contacted him from the dead. Well besides his 14th birthday of course. He just knew that it wasn't good.

"Harry, Fang, I just have to let this out… Oh honey you do it!" His mother, Lily said, pained. "Okay I'll say this quickly. It'll be like ripping off a Band-Aid. You two share the same soul. Two prophecies intermingled and muddled up the future. That caused one soul to have two contradictory prophecies. We can't say anymore about or else we will be forced to leave. Now Harry, you need to tell your brother your story. This subject is now permanently closed." His father's words came out in a rush. Harry was gaping like a fish. Fang just barely managed to keep himself from doing the same.

Harry looked to their father for assistance. James began the story. It was pretty horrible, but didn't even scrape the tip of the iceberg compared to the Flock's. After his family had heard everything they were just staring at him. It was just hilarious, the look on Harry's face! He couldn't hold it in so Fang, the emotionless wonder, burst into laughter. At first they were bewildered, but then understood that it wasn't the story he was laughing at, it was their reactions. Slowly they began to join in as tears streaked down Fang's face.