Somewhere in New York City
"Uh, what happened?" asked Fang, surprised, his eyes opening to unfamiliar surroundings. He looked to see two people, standing there. He recognised Alyssa. "Oh great. You're the witch who shot me."
"I didn't shoot you, Fang," replied Alyssa. "I hit you with a spell."
"A spell?"
"It's confusing at the start," the boy next to Alyssa remarked. "But don't worry. I was confused too."
"And you are?" I asked, surprised.
"Nero," Nero frowned. "I've been travelling with Alyssa since we escaped."
"Escaped from the school?"
Alyssa nodded. "We were eleven then. We got invites to Albatross School of Sorcery, America shortly after."
"And I'm meant to believe this, how?"
"You've already seen a spell," nodded Alyssa. "Do you want me to show you the same one again?"
Fang shook his head.
"Good," Nero remarked. "Well listen and don't talk. We were accepted and we stayed two years before the Death Eaters found us. They raided the School, killed the Headmaster and left. The Protection field was lowered, and then M-Geeks found us. Death Eaters are dark wizards, by the way. So we fought off the M-Geeks and left. The American Minister of Magic covered up the mess. By the time we leave, we're fourteen. We hear rumours of air shows with your flock. We go and watch one. We were going to speak to you, but you were distracted."
Fang nodded.
"Then we discovered your blog. That kept us up to date on what you were doing and were you were going," Alyssa continued. "And, long story short, we decided to meet you on the Empire State Building. So, are you with us, or are you against us?"
"I was hoping you'd ask that question," replied Fang. "I'm with you."
Maximum Ride / Doctor Who / Harry Potter: Changing Time
Chapter Five: An Old Enemy Rises
The Riddle House, Little Hangleton
"Prepare the device," announced a cold voice. Wormtail obeyed, shaking as he pressed the button of the futuristic device. It whirred into life. Next, Wormtail pulled a lever. "Now, they come. They come, Wormtail!"
There was a moment of complete silence, until three beings materialised into the room, where Wormtail stood, shaking in fear. The cold voice boomed once more, "Welcome, guests. Welcome to Planet Earth."
"We have been to this planet several times before," droned the leader. "We do not need introductions. What have you called us for?"
"An alliance," replied the voice. "An alliance between you and me."
"You wish to propose an alliance?" barked the one on the right.
"Yes," the cold voice uttered. "It would suit both of our goals. We both wish to conquer, and I can help you with that."
"What can a human give us?" asked the leader.
"You will not refer to me as human. You will refer to me as master."
The three aliens, turned, and looked at each other, before turning back to where Wormtail was. "You will refer to us as master, if you wish to live."
"You cannot kill me," announced the cold voice boldly. "You cannot kill what isn't alive."
"Very well," the alien droned. "We will agree on something that suits both of our needs. We will call you master, but you will do as we ask."
"I cannot see how that works, alien. You call me your Master, but I will be under your command? This is madness."
"No," remarked the alien. "But if you do not wish to aid us, we will leave and take the planet for ourselves, as we have firepower beyond your imagination."
When the voice next spoke, it was in a tone of interest. "I am listening."
Gryffindor Boys Dormitory, Hogwarts, the night before the first task.
Harry awoke, gasping. It had been another dream, a dream of Voldermort and Pettigrew in a strange house. They had made something happen, something that summoned an alien. An alien, that was unbelievable on its own. But Voldermort, working with aliens? Even more unbelievable. He sat there, in his bed. But he had to relax; this was the night before the first task. The first task, where he was pitted against Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour, Cedric Diggory, and two strangers; The Doctor, and Maximum Ride. He remembered seeing the dragons, all six of them. He had decided with Moody that he would use flying to get past the Dragon, and he had spent the last few days (A/N: I haven't read or seen HP4 in a while so I apologize for any errors, and I am changing minor things to fit my purposes), practicing the summoning charm, which he would use to call his Firebolt when he entered the arena.
The Champions Tent, Hogwarts Grounds
(Max's POV)
The Flock had gone off to the Stadium, and I was alone in the tent, with no idea as to what I had been expecting. I had got there before everyone else, as I wanted some time to think.
"Hello there, Max," The Doctor pushed open the tent door, and sat down next to me.
"Hi," I nodded.
"I've been thinking," The Doctor remarked. "You've read the Harry Potter books, am I right?"
"I've seen the films," I nodded. "Isn't this the bit with the dragons? Angel reminded me last night."
"Yep," The Doctor replied. "Know what you're doing? I know what I'm doing. First time ever that I have a plan in advance. You see, ever since I went to the kitchens to ask the house elves about something or other, then they said no, I've got a plan."
"What did you ask the house elves about?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Long story," The Doctor smiled, as the rest of the champions entered the tent. I recognised Harry, Cedric, Krum and Fleur. They were followed by Dumbledore and their respective headmasters, along with Fudge, the minister for magic.
"Champions, please stand," Fudge announced. "Outside that tent in the stadium are seven dragons awaiting, one for each of you. You will pick a miniature model dragon at random from this bag. The Dragon is guarding a lone Golden Egg, and inside that holds a clue to the next task. Doctor, if you would like to – Doctor?"
"Sorry," The Doctor remarked, looking at the outside of the tent. "Got distracted. Nice tent, by the way."
"Thank you," Fudge smiled. "Now, back to the task. Doctor, would you please take the dragon out of the hat?"
"Right-o, boss," The Doctor nodded, and walked over to the hat, and pulled it out, and began stroking it. The miniature dragon breathed fire, causing the Doctor to drop it, and it scurried off, The Doctor recognising the green marks. He laughed. "A Salamander. I've always wanted to see one of those up close!"
"Maximum Ride, you're next," intoned Fudge, and I reached my hand down, and picked it up.
"Ow," I remarked, looking at the fearsome, black spotted, red coloured dragon that stood before me.
"Ah," Fudge smiled. "That is the Mexican Mauler."
"Mexican Mauler? What kind of a name is that?" I asked.
"I didn't choose the name," Fudge protested. The Doctor mouthed, "I did."
(A/N: I will only show Max's and The Doctor's tasks as everyone knows the others. Unless you've neither read nor seen HP 4).
Soon, everyone had vanished. First it was Diggory, then Krum, then Fleur, then Harry. Then, the voice called out, "Four of our Six Champions have faced the dragons. Each have got the egg and so each will proceed to the next task. Maximum Ride is the next person to face the dragons."
"Good Luck," The Doctor smiled. "Use your wings."
"My... how do you know?"
"I was the one who busted you out of the School," he replied with a smile. "Without me, you'd still be there."
"Well thanks," I remarked, and stepped out to face a giant crater in the middle of a stadium. I looked up to see the flock, cheering enthusiastically. Everyone else was silent, as they didn't know a thing about me.
Well, time to show them.
TO BE CONTINUED...