Max POV

I walked up. I got several looks. That Malfoy kid sneered up at me from the Slytherin table. I glared at him. People whispered about my name. It was strange. Get over it. Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on my head. It was a long time that had a bunch of sarcastic comments and eye rolls. Finally it decided, "GRYFFINDOR!"

There were cheers from the Gryffindor table. I walked over and sat next to Fang and Ron. Fang looked at me and then listened as Dumbledore said some stuff that probably sounded crazy. Then the food appeared and we all started digging in.

"Wow Maximum, you sure do eat a lot," a kid whose name was Seamus said.

"Call me Max. Seriously, anything but could result in a broken arm. And that is because I need about four thousand calories a day."

"Why?" Oops. Forgot that they didn't know I had wings. I didn't mind people from the world I called normal (the magic world) knowing. They knew to keep their mouths shut.

"I have wings, therefore I can fly. Flying takes energy. And energy requires calories."
"Prove it," this kid was getting on my nerves.

"Meet me in the courtyard outside the front doors tomorrow after classes. Then I will prove it."

The next day after classes I ran to the courtyard and saw Seamus standing there with Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron, and-surprisingly- Fang. I smirked at them and ran. Just before I would be close enough for them to worry about me crashing into them, I jumped and snapped my wings out. It felt so nice. I flew higher and started doing some tricks. They looked at me wide-eyed, well, everyone but Ron and Fang. He just watched, memorizing everything I did. Professor McGonagall came out to see what the commotion was about. She looked at them and started scolding them when Hermione pointed up at me. I waved at McGonagall while she gave me similar look as the other normal people. Then she recovered from the shock of seeing a flying person and yelled for me to come down.

"What were you doing up there Maximum?"

"One, it's Max, two, Seamus wanted me to prove that I had wings so I did."

"Oh, really. You didn't just use a human transfiguration spell?"
"Nope," why didn't she believe me, "Fangles here has them to."

"Fangles?" she asked. SERIOUSLY, why cant they tell that it is a nickname meant to tick Fang off?

"Max, don't call me Fangles. I hate that name," Fang was ticked. Good, it worked.

"Okay emo rock."
"I'm not emo."

"You sure about that. All your clothes are black."

"Positive."
"Whatever you say Fangles."

"Don't. Call. Me. That," this was fun. The others looked at us confused as to what we were talking about.

"Tell you what, you race me to the end of the ForbiddenForest and back. If you win I won't call you Fangles until after winter holiday," hahaha. McGonagall gave me a warning look and watched the rest of the argument.

"Deal," he said.

"Oh, so they did teach you how to use your wings?"

"Crap."

"Meet you back here Fangles."

I took off and watched as he did. He was pretty good for a beginner. He learned quickly. The others looked at us like we were mutant freaks. Well, I guess we were technically.

"Go," I shouted. I started flying as fast as possible. Fang actually wasn't that bad. It was ALMOST like he had flown before. But if he had then he wouldn't have landed so roughly when we got back. I smirked at him and he glared at me.

"Looks like I won Fangles," he glared at me more intensely. The others were shrinking back but I just glared twice as intensely as he did and we held that until he broke it off saying he had homework.

"Yeah right Fangles. None of the teachers assigned homework. I should know, I ticked half of them off and almost had detention in three other classes." Hermione looked at me like I was some kind of troublemaker. Seamus looked at me like I was some kind of specimen, bad choice of words, um, well that's the only one that works. Malfoy was pointing his wand at me and shouting.

"Magical creatures aren't allowed at Hogwarts! They aren't," he shouted.

"News Flash: I was created in a lab in Death Valley California, I'm not one of your magical creatures," I said to him. His face was an expression of confusion and shock, "Now, I need to go torture my old friend Fangles. See you all later."

I walked up to the common room and found him. I watched him as he read his potions book. I walked up behind him and covered his eyes. He immediately went into a fighting position.

"Good boy," I said to him. He relaxed and glared at me, "You did well. Just work on doing that faster next time."

"WHAT?" he shouted.

"No need to yell, I was just kidding Fangles."
"DON'T. CALL. ME. THAT," he shouted (again).

"Okay, okay. I won't call you that," I said. Then I whispered, "for awhile anyways."

"I heard that."

"Curse your raptor hearing then."
"That means your cursing yours."

"Oh well, curse the whitecoats."

"Agreed."

Hermione walked in. "What are you two arguing about now?" she asked.
"None of your business. Now go read your schoolbooks or something," I said.

"Someone's snippy," she replied.

"Comes with the charm."

"You have no charm." Fred. Why!? WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE FRED?
"As if moron," I replied.

"Why are you talking to an upperclassmen like that?" Hermione asked horrified.

"He's my older brother by adoption," I replied shortly.

"So, you still shouldn't talk to your upperclassmen that way. They are older and know more than we do," she said.

"Fred, know more than me. We know about the same, he is pretty stupid," I snickered. He slapped me and I punched him in the gut. He started coughing.

"Good boy," I said, "Choking is good for you-"

"If you say it builds character I will hurt you."
"It builds character." He pointed his wand at me and I jumped into the air, snapping my wings out.

"Looks like you can't hurt me Fred," I said snidely.

"She's flying!" The kid was Oliver Wood, captain of the Quidditch team.

"Yeah, you got a problem with it?" I asked.

"No, I just think it's strange," he said.

"Good, glad we're on the same page," Ron said.

"Shut up Ron," I said.

"You."
"I can hit you with these. They don't feel like a bunch of feathers, they feel like a good couple pounds of muscle and the feathers that will get in your mouth are an added bonus."

"I'll shut up now."

"Good Ronald."

I was going to enjoy my first year at Hogwarts.