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I looked out my window, it was almost completely dark. Only the gray light from the ending sun shone, I smiled. I looked around my room, Hermione, Pavarti, and Lavender where sleeping soundly. I opened up the window to my room, I needed time to think. I didn't have that much time lately, and I was ready. After some stupid party the Gryffindors threw for Harry, and some stupid Rita Skeeter woman lying...

I walked I walked out of the potions room with that Potter boy. We had been called out of potions, amen, by some little boy. I thought that he had to have been worshipping the boy. Saying things like: "It's amazing, isn't it, Harry? You being champion and all." I rolled my eyes at that.

"Hey, scar boy, who's your one man fan club?" I laughed.

"My name is Colin." the boy said. "I don't know why they wanted you though, I mean-"

"Uh, duh. Was your brain out of commission at that stupid champion selection thing? I was the last person to go up there."

"Oh yeah." Colin said, thinking back. "But you're not famous like Harry here."

"This dude, famous." I snorted. "Yeah right. Let me guess, he cut himself in the head, and everybody thought it was so cool. Then he became famous around here because he gave himself a scar."

"No! He defeated You-Know-Who!" Colin said.

"Uh, huh. Let me guess, he was some stupid dude who was a bully. Then Harry came along, fought a bit, and then it turns out this dude was more talk than bite. And in the end, he moved away or was kicked out. Right?"

"You couldn't have been more wrong! He-" But Colin had to stop, because we arrived.

"See yeah one man fan." I muttered, and walked into the room. The other three were already there.

"There you two are!" a strange woman smiled. She grabbed my arm. "You two are going on the front page of the Daily Prophet. I'm Rita Skeeter, I'm going to be interviewing you. I hope that's okay."

"I don't do interviews. Ever." I said, glaring at her.

"Er..." Harry said.

"Good. Come on you two. The youngest contestants first of course." she smiled. She led us into a cupboard.

"Uh, what don't you get about 'I don't do interviews?'" Again Rita ignored me.

"I'll be using a Quick-Quotes Quill. Hope you don't mind." she smiled. Harry stayed still.

"I'm not doing your stupid interview!" I screamed.

"Oh, don't worry, you're just shy." she said happily. "Let's begin. So, Harry, Maximum, what made you join the TriWizard Tournament?" she asked.

"I didn't join! And my name is Max!" I growled; she was really starting to tick me off.

"Er..." Harry repeated.

"Oh wow, you have such a great vocab. You know?" I sighed, I looked to what the pen was writing.

The two young TriWizard champions, Harry and Maxine, look to each other and smile. Harry Potter, vanquisher of You-Know-Who, has a charming face, other than that horrible scar that disfigures his face. Maxine Rides has short hair, and looks like she's battled trolls for the longest time...

"What?" I said. "My name ain't Maxine Rides. It's Max Ride."

"Ignore the quill dear. Harry, why did you join the tournament?" the Skeeter woman asked.

"I didn't, I don't know how my name got in the goblet." he stumbled.

"Oh, Harry dear," she laughs. "Everybody loves a rebel, you don't have to worry about getting in trouble. That goes for you too Max."

Harry and Maxine look at each other, and laugh. "Oh," says Harry when asked why he joined. "I just thought it was a good way to become a little more, rebelious." Maxine looks at him and nods her agreement.

"I don't think she's going to get the truth out." I mutter under my breath. Harry nods, somehow hearing. The questions continued, I continued to read what the quill was writing.

Harry's dashing green eyes swim with the spirits of his dead parents. Tears water as he thinks of them. "Yeah, I think that my parents would be quite proud if they knew what I was doing here."
"I've never been known, I thought that this would be a good way to get attention." Maxine says, crying. "I just can't believe that this is finally happening. I'm going to be known, not hidden in the shadows anymore."

I rolled my eyes, since when did I cry? That's when we were brought out, it was time to see if our wands were well enough to compete. I begged for mine to be unable to compete, sadly that didn't happen. I sighed, and then some pictures were taken, and then, after what could have been hours, we were let go. I just about ran out, and back to the tower.

I looked out my window, just to make sure that nobody was looking, and put my foot out on a brick that was next to the window. Slowly I put the other one on it as well. There was only enough room for my toes to hang precariously on it. I grabbed a higher brick carefully, and with my free hand closed the window. I only kept a crack open, so that I could open it up later when I came back in.

Then, I let myself fall back into the empty air. I felt my normal weekend clothes ruffle up. My hair flew and thrashed around my face. I smiled, enjoying it. I opened my eyes and looked up. The room was probably a good fifty feet up.

Then I heard a yell in panic that made my stomach lurch. "Miss Ride!" I looked, Proffessor McGonagall was looking out of her window and toward me. I smiled, and continued to fall. Before I could unfurl my wings, I suddenly stopped in mid-air, and was slowly floating up toward the head of Gryffindor.

"Hey Proffesor. How are you tonight?" I smiled as she dragged me into her room. She wore a silvery white night hat and gown.

"I'm fine, but what is wrong with you. I know you must be under a lot of pressure, but you don't need to kill yourself." she gasped after catching her breath. She was lucky that I wasn't the weight of a normal human, I was much lighter.

"I wasn't going to kill myself." I chuckled. "I was just going to get some air. You know, have some time to think."

"And how where you going to survive?" she asked; her hands were on her hips, and she glared at me dangerously.

"I have my ways." I replied simply.

"Then how were you going to get back to your room?" she asked.

"I was going to go through the window I jumped out of. I wouldn't really make sense to jump out of the window to get back in."

"How were you going to get to your window?" she asked; her eyes were narrowing by the second.

"The easy way." I smiled. "I don't want to talk about it, okay. But, if you promise not to tell a single soul, because if you do it could put everyone here in danger-" She cut me off though, and I sighed, knowing I was never going to get some time to think.

"You were acting rash and irresponsible. If I hadn't been here, you would have died!" she was now shouting angrily, she gave me a cold glare that dared me to respond.

"No I wouldn't have! You don't know me!" I yelled back, equaling the cold gaze.

"I know that you couldn't have survived!" she growled loudly. She really seemed upset, but for what? I was just some kid... Oh, right, I was one of the five champions. I still thought that this was stupid though. Then I got an idea on how to get back to my free falling.

"If you want to test that theory, then you're going to have to let me back out the window. If you promise not to tell anyone because if you do everyone here could be in grave danger!" I yelled angrily, my voice a smooth hiss. I knew that she wasn't going to listen to me if I just plainly said something, she would interrupt me again.

She was silent for the longest time, she was thinking hard I guessed. Then, after a couple of minutes, she sighed and said, "Alright, but if you get to close to the ground..."

"You don't have to worry. See ya." I said, and stood at the edge of the window. I felt the cool breeze blow gently on me as I stood there. The night air drawing in all of my senses, putting them in a more relaxed sensation then they usually were. So, carefully I got on the tip of my toes, and let myself fall in an eagle spread form. I felt myself fall delicately and fast. The wind rushing my hair out of my face, my eyes closed to enjoy the feeling. Then, my wings shot out, and I started to pump them carefully. Letting myself glide for a while, and then pump once again. I looked back toward McGonagall, with raptor vision I could tell that she had her mouth open wide. I gave a small laugh, and started away again.

I flew down toward the cottage that Angel was in, she ran out of the the cottage and in one swift movement, flew up to me. "I heard your thoughts." she explained when she was near enough. "There's a lot going on with you right now."

"Yeah. It's been a busy couple of days. Well, I was wondering if you'd like to fly with me right now. Come on, it'll be fun. I'll tell you all about the horror that is Hogwarts." I said.

"Okay." Angel smiled. "There's something in the forest. I could hear their thoughts. They're scared, and they don't know what to do. But one of them is just angry. It wants to be let out."

"What?" I asked. I couldn't think of anything like that. Maybe it was those stupid Blast-Ended Whatevers.

"I don't know." she smiled. "But can we check it out, please?" Her eyes grew wide as they looked at me.

I sighed and said, "Alright. Let's go then. You can even lead the way." Her smile became even wider, and she turned to somewhere in the north-east zone, and started to fly. I followed by her, only slightly above. I started to tell Angel what was going on.

I looked below the trees of the forbidden forest. They were thick, but they had breaks in them, so I could see far to the ground. I thought I saw two people for a second, but then we went into another thick part and I couldn't see anymore. I shrugged.

I was telling her about the Rita Skeeter woman, when Angel suddenly started to laugh. "There's a guy down there, and he's thinking of a lot of funny things. He wants to show some people dragons, and every time he thinks of dragons he starts to think all of these funny words."

I rolled my eyes, there you have it for six-or-seven year-old humor. Hey, we made be bird-kids on the inside, but deep down -under all of the wings and specail bones and whatever may be in our bodies that those crazy scientists decided to put in- we were normal kids. What we saw next stopped us in our tracks. A blast of hot fire suddenly sprouted like a geyser, making us back track, to see what was happening.

Slowly, we edged toward the tree tops again, and looked below. There, in cages, were five humongous fire-breathing terrifying dragons. "Oh, Max! Can we watch them for a bit longer?" Angel pleaded after a second.

"Alright, but only for a few minutes." I sighed smiling. I couldn't say no, besides, we were safe - enough. Angel dropped down through the leaves of a large tree, I slowly slinked after her, and looked through the branches at them.

I sat next to Angel, and decided to smooth out her hair a little as we watched them. The five dragons really were something. That's when I noticed there were two people over in a corner. I looked, it was Hagrid and the headmistress of Beauxbatons. They were starring intently at the dragons, not even noticing us.

"Max, we need to get away, now!" she whispered to me urgently.

"Why is that sweetie?" I asked.

"There's a boy down there. I can't see him, but he can see us. Max, he see's our wings!" My blood went stone cold. That's when I realized that our wings weren't back into their folds, but out in the open.

"Alright then sweety. Get ready. I'll hold your hand, and we'll fly back to the cottage in a second. Then I'll get back to my room. You're going to pretend like you were asleep the entire time if he tells anyone. I'm going to have to tell someone that I have no idea what they were talking about. Or, more hoefully, they'll think this was a dream, and we'll be able to get back to nobody knowing." I whispered; grabbing her small hand and starting to get back up the tree.

As I jumped in the air and started to pump my wings, Angel looked at me guiltily. "What is it Angel?" I asked.

"Somebody knows Max. Iggy showed Luna the other day." she whispered so softly that I had to strain to hear her.

"Okay then, I'm going to kill Iggy tomarrow as well. How does that sound?" Angel gave a soft giggle, and with my turbo-speed, I started to speed over toward her cottage.

"Alright baby, go in there, and go to sleep okay." I smiled as I landed in front of the cottage. She smiled and nodded. She waved to me as she disappeared into the dark house. I smiled, hoping that everything would be okay.


I was in my bed, listening to the rustling around me. My hands were under my head, and my arms out to the sides. I sighed and waited for something to happen. The only sound was from the pudgey boy's muttering and the other boys moving around, making a rustling sound from underneath the blankets.

The only thing missing was that boy with black hair, he wasn't anywhere near. Then I heard feet scrape the steps, and I closed my eyes hoping that whoever was coming wouldn't notice that I was awake. The scraping got louder, until finally the stopped. They where near red-head's bed.

"Ron, get up. Please." the person begged. I could tell that this was the black-haired boy, I knew that they had been fighting for a while.

"Whatizit?" the red-head mumbled. "Get away from me Harry."

"Ron, this is really important, you have to listen to me."

"Alright, I'll listen." there was a shifting noise as the boy drew himself into a sitting position.

"You know that other girl, the strange one who came here this year?" I put my hands into fists when I heard that, my fingers closing into hard fists.

"Yeah, what about Max?" he asked.

"She has wings." My blood ran stone cold at those words. "I saw her for myself, she and some little girl were sitting in a tree, and they had wings." My heart had to skip a couple of beats there. He'd seen Max and Angel. This couldn't be good.

"Are you sure that you didn't just dream it? Thanks for waking me up. I don't believe it though." Ron grumbled, and there was more shifting, and finally he was still.

"Come on Ron, you have to believe me."

"I'm not going to believe you anymore. I'm just that strange boy who hangs out with the famous Harry Potter." he muttered "Good night." 'Famous, since when? Maybe famous here.' I thought to myself. But something had to be done. Harry couldn't know about us. He just couldn't.