Just another MRHP story

by hahahehe7

don't kill me but i needed to put my ideas out and if you don't want me to write this for all of you who wrote on of these just tell me to stop, but it is a HP and MR cross. But i don't have to becasue no one owns the story here, soo... live with it, but.

3. Chapter 3

Now people I want more reviews

Max POV

I won't bore you with all the detail with they fixed me with. It all the same expect they healed me with wand.

Ya this old lady came our and said this one word I could not say and my leg straitened out.

I would want to do this. This would be cool. I could kill erasers without losing my breath.

I also was pondering about why there were real people not flyboys.

I couldn't sleep because of all the sounds, smells and the constant nagging voice saying for me to get back to the flock. I knew I needed to but I couldn't really move with all the adults around. Even if I tired to escape, they could stop me within a second.

I sighed looking around. They beds were occupied with unconscious people or people with injuries that magic couldn't fix.

I was sitting up waiting for the adults to decide what to do with me. I hated waiting. Every once in a while some people would glance at me. It was nerve racking. I was becoming antsy.

Finally they came over to me and said, "Max, you will attended Hogwarts."