Hi everyone! Thanks again to A shoulder to cry on for reviewing! You rock! I have to put another disclaimer up so…
I don't own the imaginations of J.K. Rowling or James Patterson, who wrote the fabulous Harry Potter and Maximum Ride series, but I do own my own (Thank God) and I am going to do what I want with their completely awesome characters.
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Harry truly didn't understand why Fang was laughing until he managed to gasp out, "The looks on your faces…" Then Harry imagined what he must have looked like and began to laugh as well. He was relieved that Fang had feelings, because he wasn't showing them before. He'd thought that his brother's mind had been messed up when they put the avian DNA into his system.
He was rolling on the floor laughing with his brother and it felt awesome! He, Harry Potter had a twin brother. Harry wondered if they could communicate with each other in their minds.
*Fang can you hear this?* He knew that he had because he'd stopped laughing to stare at him. "How did you do that?" Fang demanded. *I just thought it and imagined it getting to you and it just did.* Fang nodded deep in thought. They sat there for 10 minutes before he came back to the present.
"We only have until midnight and then we must leave so we want hear about the both of you and get to know you as best we can before the time runs out. This might not happen again." Their mother said. Fang immediately whirled around and began talking so quickly he actually had to catch his breath. He talked about Max mostly and never about himself. Our mother thought that there was enough to know about him when he talked about her and the rest of his Flock.
His father soon engaged him in talk of Quidditch and the World Cup he was going to. It was so exciting to talk about Quidditch with his father. Most young wizards wouldn't think it such a big deal, but their parents weren't dead were they?
Then Mother insisted on seeing Fang fly and his power. It was truly amazing. He actually disappeared into the walls even though he was wearing black! His flying was the most amazing though. Fang looked like the angel Abbadon the Destroyer of Worlds come for justice. His wings were sleek and black. Then, when he swooped down he grabbed mother around the waist and flew up to the ceiling. The look on her made Harry a little jealous. He wanted to be able to give his mother that kind of pleasure. He knew it was wrong though to feel that way. The poor guy was raised in a cage for goodness sake!
Father took his turn and made him go fast and do crazy moves in the air and pretended he was playing Quidditch. While they were doing that mother took me aside and we talked about school and the Dursleys. She looked horrified at Harry's recollections.
"Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!" an invisible bell tolled twelve and his mother and father dissolved into mist. Fang looked horrible. He'd had only one night to see and look at his parents. Harry had seen them in photos and the Mirror of Erised, but fang hadn't even known their birthday, much less that his parents were dead.
*They'd said that it may not happen again and not that it will not.* Fang smiled at him his eyes showing his hope. *Please come visit me. Number 4 Privet Dr. Surrey.* Fang nodded. *Of course. I am your brother.*
He felt a snap, saw Fang fall, and then he passed back into unconsciousness.