Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been updating…yeah; I also want to say that I'm really sorry about all the confusing chapters a while back, please review!
Just as a reminder, the flock just got wands, and Max is heading to potions with Harry!
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride or Harry Potter
Max soon arrived at what could only be described as a dungeon.
I hate being below ground! She thought to herself, her nerves went crazy as she searched for an exit in vain. All she could see was cold lifeless stone. It ate at her and made her wings ache with the lack of flying.
Harry stayed silent as they walked to the dungeons. How could he say anything? He knew about all of them, how they were not of his kind. They were not even human. No he told himself. If Dumbledore trusts them then so should I. But Harry knew that he didn't believe that, Dumbledore had trusted many people that had, in the end, betrayed him.
"This is it, right?" Max asked pointing to a plain wooden door with small letters that said: Potions. Before Harry could answer she burst through the door with a loud gasp. The reason for the gasp was because she saw before her, an ugly creature.
Through a heavy layer of smoke a man with oily hair and a long pointed nose seemed to be reprimanding a boy for something that was belching smoke from what looked like a cauldron. It filled the room up, making it smoky and hard to see even for Max. This put Max in a bad mood.
When the man finally noticed the two silhouettes standing in the doorway, he turned to them. He had to squint to see them clearly.
"Potter, isn't it nice for you to grace us with your presence? Who is this?" The man said sarcastically, adding a very noticeable sneer.
"This is Max Ride." Harry replied dryly, knowing he better speak before she could."She's a new student here."
"A new student," Snape brightened at this and said" Well I am Professor Snape, I'm sure there is an exciting explanation to why it is you're late, on your first day? I'm sure you practiced it on your way here. It is rude to come late."
This guy is a little bent on the Professor bit isn't he? Max thought, rolling her eyes all the time.
This man was everything Max detested.
"Ride, Potter take your seats, or I will be forced to make you. I don't want to waste my time listening to a tall tale for why you're late. Either way you get detention." Snape shouted, looking pleased that he had bullied the new student even before she could say a word.
Max was angry. This man, who was not only an adult but also an instructor, was shouting at her like she was a whipped dog. As if that could faze her, but he made her skin itch uncomfortably and her eyes felt too warm.
In the haze that had settled over the room Max could see something happening. Smoke was swirling, something was changing, moving, but she could only see the dark silhouette.
Max looked down at her hands which were holding her newly given wand. But the wand was now glowing. It was radiating with a bright white light that filled the room up and made Max's hand shake uncontrollably, as if she held a live wire. Max closed her eyes; the light was so bright.
The swirling smoke was now out of control, as the light burned through it, causing it to thin until it had vanished. The light was trying to get somewhere. Then all at once the light was gone. It curled into itself until it had disappeared entirely.
Max opened her eyes, and then closed them again. The light had been so bright. Then there was laughter, loud laughter that filled the small room. Max wanted to see what it was that was so funny. She could use a good laugh. When Max did open her eyes she saw dots of light, she blinked them away and saw immediately what was so funny.
Snape who had once been sitting a chair was now standing. He looked murderess as he fumbled for his wand, wanting to undo the spell that had been cast on him. Because Snape's hair was dripping with grease, rivers of it getting in his eyes, he had to wipe his forehead every few seconds to avoid the grease from filling his mouth.
His long pointed noise was enormous. It was so heavy that Snape could no longer bear the weight, and let the nose fall to the ground with a loud thud! Snape lost his footing and slipped on the puddle of grease that had formed around him. As Snape fell he flung his hand out for anything to grasp. He found a shelf filled with potions.
Max and Harry were bursting with laughter on the verge of tears, as the potions fell one after the other, landing with a small chime as the glass hit the stone floor. A thick purple liquid leaked down Snape's face and all over his frantic hands. He desperately tried to get the old potions off as fast as he could. Before as Max and the rest of the class observed, big red oozing boils began to appear on this face and anywhere the potion had touched him.
"All of you out of my class!" Snape screeched at the top of his lungs, still sitting in the broken potion bottles. "Ride! You will not hear the end of this! Dumbledore will surely know about your little stunt!" But Max did not hear this; she like the other students was already out the door, tears in their eyes, sides hurting and smiles at play.
"Did you see his face?" Ron said trying to keep up with Max as they walked to the common room.
"It was wrong of him not to hear your explanation. Why were you late anyways?" Herminie asked when Harry changed the subject.
"I don't think there has ever been a better prank on Snape than tha-"Harry was cut off as Fred and George appeared behind them, grinning from ear to ear.
"Did we hear something about the best prank on Snape?"They said together looking at each of their friends in turn.
"What happened?" George asked as gleeful smile playing across his lips.
"Who did it?" Fred asked his bright red hair windswept from running to who knows where.
"Was it one of you?" Fred said
Harry nodded.
"Was it you Harry?" Fred looked to Harry expectantly.
"No it was… Max."Harry spoke carefully, not knowing what to tell them. He didn't yet know if he wanted to expose Max for what she really was.
Max turned to look at the twins. They didn't look like they would give her away to Dumbledore. Max did in a way respect him. He had given them a safe place to live, for the time being. She also didn't want to explain to Snape how she did the things she did, because, she didn't know herself.
"It was amazing!" Ron exclaimed he then retold the past events in detail. Describing what had happened to Snape with malice in his voice.
"People don't seem to like Snape, do they?" Max said already knowing the answer.
"Yeah, he's not the best of teachers." Harry replied, a little awkwardly.
"Really I couldn't tell!" Max spoke sarcastically, smiling at her joke.
"Where to next?" Max asked looking over at Herminie who had her nose in a book. Ron steering her, making sure she didn't run into anything.
"…" Herminie didn't answer.
"Hey Herminie Max is talking to you!" Ron shouted, just as Fred and George ran off.
"…" still no answer. Finally Ron wrenched the book out of Herminie's hands, and closed it with a loud bang.
"Oh! What is it Max?" She said looking a little hurt and pulling her hair out of her eyes.
"Where are we going next?"Max wanted to laugh at the scene she had just witnessed. It just seemed so typical and normal, almost comforting to see something for once, act as it should.
"Well to the common room, since we got out early and have about an hour to spare before lunch." She said this as she made a lunge for the book. Ron held it above his head where Herminie couldn't reach.
When they arrived at the common room things began to get a little out of hand, as Fred and Gorge began to sell their puking pastilles.
"What's this?" Max asked as she picked one of the small pastries out of the cardboard boxes.
"They're Puking pastilles, only one galleon each!" Fred and George exclaimed together in their practiced call.
"Puking what, and what's a gall-"Max was about to say before an enormous hawk burst through the open window and landed on the coffee table before them. Pieces of parchment when flying around the room, some into the lit fire place.
"No! My Herbology homework!" some random first year Gryffindor hawk had a letter and a small purse tied to its leg.
"What is that?" asked Harry in such a tone Herminie put down the book she'd been reading.
"I…I think it's an owl!" Ron said.
"Are you all stupid? It's a hawk!" Max said irritably as she kneeled next to the creature. Max untied the letter and the seemingly empty coin purse. The letter said
Dear Maximum Ride,
You may be wondering why you don't hear me anymore. Well the school you are residing in has a protection against electronics. I could only appear for a brief moment during your sorting before I was forced to leave. You may be very confused, but please note that I am not leaving you empty handed.
The empty purse will be filled with the currency used in the wizarding world, whenever you need it. Rest assured that the rest of your flock will receive the same kind of bag. The gold coins are worth the most at about seven American dollars. The silver coin is around thirty cents, and the bronze one is less than a penny.
The hawk will bring letters to and from me, please take good care of it.
Voice
Ps: The hawk's name is Rask
Max took the small brown purse and shoved it into the depths of her pocket.
"Well isn't this convenient? I still can't get away from you." Max mumbled under her breath as she crumbled the letter and tossed it into the hungry flames.
"Is something wrong Max?" Herminie asked concern lacing her words.
"No, it's just an annoying friend of mine, checking up on me."
"I've never seen a hawk being used as an owl." Ron asked, looking up to Herminie for reassurance.
Herminie shrugged and said "I guess any bird can be used to deliver mail."
Max began to laugh at the fact that mail was delivered by owl as Ron began to tell the events of potions class that day to anyone who would listen.
"Hey it's time for lunch!" A girl with long black hair shouted over the crowed that had formed.
People immediately began to empty out of the room. They were all pushing and shoving to get to the small hole that served as the doorway out of the common room.
"Aren't you coming Max?" Harry asked, grabbing Max by her wrist, trying to pull her towards the door.
Max looked around the suddenly swelling room, frantic to see someone familiar, unable to see whoever held her wrist. Max searched and searched. Wondering where everyone was. She was feeling like a lost child at the department store. Max's frantic eyes scanned the crowd and stopped upon the face of an eraser. Max froze.
Its fangs were dripping and its claws were out, ready to pounce on her, ready to bite at her throat. Knowing she couldn't fly away here, knowing that if the protections on the school worked to keep things out; that they could keep things in too. The eraser prowled through the crowed, its eyes trained on her. The eraser was ready to kill. Max was filled, no overfilled with fear. Yes she could kill him, but not here. Not where people would question, not where others could get hurt.
Max broke free of the hand that held her wrist and let the people slowly dwindle away, running to the far window and thrust it open. Wind hitting her face and causing papers to fly in all directions. This was too much. How could she just blindly trust these people? She hadn't even checked the protections yet! Hand raised and one foot on the sill she turned to look behind her. Max looked to where the eraser had once been, only to find Harry standing in its place. He was staring at her, confusion streaking his face.
What's going on? Did he not see it? Did he not notice? How could he not have seen the eraser? Max thought franticly looking for where it could have gone. She let go of the window pain and let her foot fall to the ground. Then how could I have see him, and Harry didn't? Max thought back to what seemed forever ago. When she had woken in a cold sweat. An eraser staring back at her from the mirror. When what seemed to be fur was only smooth skin. But the voice just said he can't talk to me here! He was the one that had caused that! "Then this is my own doing." Max herd herself conclude.
Max stood in the almost empty room. She clutched her arms, trying to rub warmth into them. She tried to get the uncomfortable feeling out, that need to escape. It was just an illusion! Max shouted in her mind, it wasn't there. You only thought it was. You're just a little freaked out, about Angle and everything else. Max tried to tell herself. That she wasn't crazy just stressed.
Right now all she needed was time, time to think and time to test the waters around her. She sat down her head in her hands.
How could I forget all the danger? How could I forget everything? Acting like you're a student! How could you forget Angel? Max thought furiously, she was angry at her ignorance.
Harry walked up to Max, who was stone faced and still." Max, are you alright? Are you sick? I can take you to the infirmary if that wound is acting up, because you look pretty pale."
"What?" Max said looking confused. "Oh, um yeah my back it's-" Max touched the ridges of her wings, where the bones had almost healed, she could fly by tonight." I think I'll stay in the common room today." She didn't know what else to say. She couldn't really tell him she was seeing things. Or that she might be going crazy? Or that an eraser might have gotten in here, and no one saw it but her.
When Harry had left the room Max sat down on a plush arm chair. A sigh escaped her as she tried to close her eyes. She tried to sleep for a moment. Because right now she felt exhausted and unable to keep her eyes open for another second. She felt as if the whole world had just collapsed and now she had to put it together again. She felt as if nothing was ever going to be answered and that nothing was ever going to make sense. That she going to have a big battle soon, just the thought of that made her curl up. The fire was nice and warm, and the armchair was soft.
Just as Max closed her eyes Angel's voice rang though her head loud and clear. It made her bolt right up in her seat, eyes wide open with shock. The word Angel on her lips, Max wanted to see Angel's face before her. But she remembered that Angel was gone. The new voice sounded so much like her.
It was a shock, because Max thought she finally had her mind to herself.
Max it's me, Angel's voice. You might remember me from a few days ago. I used to instruct Angel before she passed away. We need to talk.