All right, off to do chapter 5. I hope everyone likes it. I'm going to try to put as much humor and romance in it as much as I possibly can.
Oh and apparently I forgot the disclaimer in the last chapter so here it is: I don't own Harry Potter or Maximum Ride and trust me when I say this because if I did both series would be completely different especially Harry Potter.
My Life Is Worse Than Yours
After spending forty-five minutes in that office going over ever little detail about who we were allowed to tell and who weren't allowed to tell about the Wizardry World and what would happen to us if we did tell, I was more than ready to just go down to this Great Hall, get a bite to eat, and leave. This place was really starting to get on my nerves for some reason and I swear we just passed a student talking to a ghost. What-The-Double-Hockey-Sticks? A student talking to a ghost like it was no big deal? There was something wrong with this place.
We walked down the complicated halls with Poppy as our guide again. We were on our way to the said Great Hall because the flock made me promise we would go so that they could meet up with their new friends Ron and Ginny Weasely, Hermione Granger, and the I-guess-he's-famous Harry Potter. The bushy haired girl wanted to ask us even more questions about our lives. I can just see how this is going to out. Not Good.
We made it to big doors that lead to the Great Hall and as soon we passed them Angel was rushing to a section of one of the long tables that now had many students who were staring at us. Angel took a seat at the table next to red-haired girl Ginny. She grabbed a plate and started filling it with food while picking up a conversation with Hermione who was sitting across from Ginny. The rest of the flock slowly walked down the aisle looking around us at the many staring eyes including the teachers. Professor McGonagall just walked past us with a nod of the head and went to the table reserved for the teachers. Apparently she didn't care whether or not we stayed.
As we sat down with them trying not to make any attention on us, the four just gave us a nod in greeting. I stared at Angel who looked more than comfortable, as if she belonged there. I can't believe she still is acting this way. As if there is no danger in the world. And she doesn't have a care in the work and she's in charge of everything.
"I know that the world isn't completely safe, Max, but there isn't danger around every corner. After the apocalypse has happened and most of the humans are dead we'll be able take control and never have to fear danger again. Jeb said so. So I know what I'm doing. And who know, maybe you won't be leader much longer." Angel responded to my thoughts as if what she just said was no big deal.
The four new comers to Angel's outburst just stared at her with their mouths wide open until finally Ron managed to find his voice. "What?"
"For those of you who don't know, Angel is a mind reader. So quite often she will start sprouting things off that don't always make sense. Oh, and don't play poker or any other game like that or you will lose." Iggy said with a very sarcastic voice.
"So… what does she mean by apocalypse?" Hermione asked as if she wasn't even sure she wanted to know the answer.
"No idea. For the past year or so everyone keeps telling me I'm destined to save the world but won't give any further information and Angel seems to be on board with whatever is supposed to happen."
"Wait, you have people tell you you're destined to save the world as well?" Harry asked
"What do you mean by as well?" I asked back at him.
Before he could answer Ron answered for him. "Harry just saved the world a few months ago from a dark wizard but people have been telling him he was supposed to save the world from said dark wizard for the last two years."
"So you saved the world from some crazy wizard? No one else?" I asked with skepticism in my voice.
"Well he did have an army with a bunch of other dark wizards, giants, giant spiders and so on. Why? Who have you been fighting in order to save the world?"
"Several different companies that control most of the world's products, a bunch of wolf-men who have been trained since birth to kill, and world pollution."
"Please, that is nothing compared to what I've had to do." He looked at me as if I was some kid complaining that my life was horrible when it was really no big deal. I'll show him what my life is like.
"Really? Have you ever had to fly across the country to save a little girl from a bunch psycho scientist and blood thirsty wolf men?"
"Have you ever jumped into a hole that led to an underground lair that held a giant snake that if you looked into the eyes you died while trying to stop a possessed book from killing your best friend's sister?"
"Have you ever had to go below New York's sewers to get information on your parents at the same release a dozen experiment kids from their cages and then run for your life?"
"Did your parents die to save your life when you were a baby?"
"Nah. My parents just gave up their eggs and sperm so that I could be experimented on for the sake of 'saving the world.'"
"So you just have insane parents. At least you can depend on your friends not to get into a fight and then leave you standing alone with no one to turn to for help. And at least they tell you the truth about things that are important."
"No, I have to worry about them leaving me and not following my orders thus putting themselves and everyone else in danger. And it is hard to have secrets when you have a mind reader in the group."
"At least you have people who tell you what you have to do to save the world. I wasn't told until the very last minute that I had to die in order to save the word. The only reason I'm only alive now is because a chance of unknown circumstances. I still had to stand still while some serial killer shot me with a killing curse."
"I had to force my heart to get so low that it nearly stopped in order to get the psycho whitecoats to take me out of the tank they stuck me in. Then I had to jump start my heart myself in order to get away."
"At least you don't have the mind of the said serial killer constantly popping into your head with evil thoughts whenever his emotions get the better of him."
"At least you knew where the voice was coming from. My voice doesn't seem to have any origin or gender. And it likes to speak in riddles. Oh, and also give me heart attacks by making things pop up on TVs and computers and randomly give you ATM cards that are probably being tracked."
"You weren't tracked by just saying a simple name."
Harry and I continued to keep badgering back and forth about every single bad thing that ever happened to us. We even got onto the topic of relationships. It was clear we both had some problems in our lives. After what seemed to have been at least an hour I looked around us. "Hey…where did everyone go?" Both Harry and I were at a lost as to why we were alone at the Gryffindor table.
We managed to find everyone outside thanks to Harry's magical map. I concluded that I could definitely use one of those. God knows how often I seem to lose track different members of my flock.
"Hey, why are you all out here?" Harry asked as soon as we reached them.
"We got tired of you two arguing about whose life is worst." Iggy supplied.
"Yeah, we left around the time you two started dissing us." Ron commented.
"I'm not complaining. Merlin knows how much Harry needed to fuss about his problems to someone else. I've already had to comfort him three times while he baled his eyes out about his life." Ginny was so kind to supply for us.
"Thanks Gin." Harry mumbled as he took a seat behind her and pulled her back so that she rested on his chest.
I took a seat beside Fang who was hiding under the shade of the tree. "Really? He cries? Max usually hits us or digs a sharp shell into her arm." Fang turned towards me with a small smirk that you wouldn't noticed unless you knew him very well.
"Okay, okay. We get it. We need to be sent to the funny farm. And that incident with the seashell only happened once. You already scolded me for it. I promised to never do it again. Now let it go." I turned to each of my flock giving them the hairy eyeball to get my point through, though it didn't seem to work on Iggy very much.
Hermione didn't know what to say until she finally managed to make up her mind. "We were just talking about having a game of quidditch tomorrow after everyone gets a good night sleep. You guys are more than welcome to spend the night in the Gryffindor dormitory. After last year not that many students returned."
"Okay. Just one thing: what's quidditch?"
Feel free to hit me upside the head for taking so long and feel free to send me flames.
Thank You.