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I do not own HP or Maximum Ride.


Note:

I SAW HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE! I SAW HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE! I SAW HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE!
(Even if my parents didn't let us go to the midnight showing, but the Saturday after it came out, but still.)

With that out of the way, let's start.


I sat in my bed, doing my homework. Why did they give us so much homework! School was almost over, we were leaving for Christmas break in about a week, I was going to go visit Mom and Ella, all of the others were coming with me. The only reason Iggy wasn't staying was because Luna was going to her father's for Christmas. Why did Snape have to give so much homework, this was the time to relax, it was snowing outside. I sighed, and looked back to the questions. 'What is the potion that you would use if you were bit by a venomous dragon and what ingredients would you use and how would you make it?'

"How in the world would I know that!?" I screamed in my head. I looked over to Hermione, who was reading a large book. When I asked her why she was reading it, she said she wanted a bit of light reading. "Hermione, can you help me with this? I don't know what to put for a potions question."

"No, I'm in the middle of a Famous Witch and Wizards of the 12th century! I'm on Yuri Cantok," she said, looking at the book.

"How can you read that, it has no pictures?" I asked. The book had to have had at least five-thousand words on it, and no pictures in sight. I always knew she was smart, but I didn't know she was dull.

"Because I don't need pictures to learn unless in demonstration for a spell from a text book," she said not taking her eyes off of the page she was on.

"What are your parents? Computers?" I asked, sighing. I looked back toward the question, straining my brain to think.

"No, dentists," she said. I rolled my eyes. This girl doesn't understand sarcasm... Maybe she really is a robot... Nah, couldn't be. She couldn't... Those scientists couldn't make a human-like robot to save their lives. But there were those fly-boys though, so possibly...

"Oh, because that's an 'interesting' profession. How did you become a witch anyways? Let me guess, the tooth fairy?" I joked, she looked at her, her eyes narrowed in annoyance and anger.

"Look, just because I'm muggle-born doesn't change anything. I'm just as strong, and as smart, as all the other pure-bloods and half-bloods," she shouted. "And what do your parents do for a living anyways? With six adoptive kids to look after-"

"My mom's a vet," I replied, cutting her off in the middle of her error, and looking back to my homework.

"And your father?" she asked, looking at me, searching for answers.

"My dad? Couldn't care less about that little piece, that murdering little," I struggled. Of course me and Jeb never had the close Father-Daughter bond. I mean, when I was ten, yeah, but since he disappeared for two years, and showed up as one of them, well, our relationship went down the drain.

"Murdering, what's that supposed to mean?" she asked, looking at me curiously.

"Nothing, it means nothing," I whispered. "So, are you going to help me with this question or not?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"No, not unless you tell me! Look, Harry's been saying you were weird since he saw the dragons months ago. Saying you had wings over and over again. And now that you're saying that your father is a murderer, and what about your adopted brothers and sisters your always hanging out with? And what were you saying about your childhood, how was it worse than Harry's? I want to know the truth," Hermione said to me in a demanding tone.

"Look, you don't need to know, if I tell you... Well, things won't end up well for you," I said, trying to think back to the potions lesson from earlier.

"If you don't, I'll tell Professor Dumbledore, or Professor McGonagall about what you've been saying, I want to know the truth," she said, putting her hand over my homework sheet. "Now, tell me."

"They already know, well, Dumbledore does at least. McGonagall only knows a fraction of it," I said, pushing her hand aside with ease. "Now, can you leave me alone."

"Do you really have wings?" she asked, this was getting annoying, she wasn't listening to me!

"No, now leave me alone!" I yelled, I stood up from my bed and ran down the stairs, even though I'd rather have just burst through the window and flown away. I entered the common room, Harry and Ron were talking about something. I saw Fang in the corner doing homework. I walked over to him.

"I heard you and Hermione fighting," he said the second I was within range of whispering.

"Yeah, I know. They're getting really close to finding out the secret," I whispered.

"What about the egg?" he asked.

"I've almost found it out. It screeches when you open it, but, there has to be something about it, maybe it needs to be in a certain place?" I said, talking to myself, trying to think. Fang just shrugged. Then I saw Hermione walking down the stairs from the girls dormitory. She walked straight toward Harry and Ron. She looked over toward me, and then looked back to each other. "They're talking about me..." I groaned.

"What are they saying?" he whispered back to me. I closed my eyes, and focused.

"Look, Harry, I know you've been saying that they have wings, I don't believe that still, but- But Max said something about her father being a murderer, and remember back when everyone was putting their names in the goblet? She said that she had a harder life than yours? I'm starting to think that she has something big to hide," Hermione whispered.

"A murderer? Hermione, do you think her father might be a death-eater?" Ron asked.

"That's a possibility. She said her mother was a vet, doesn't sound like a wizard profession to me," she said. "But we have no idea her blood-status. And what about the others she's always hanging out with? If they're all adopted, how do they all have powers?"

"I don't know," Harry muttered, "but she definitely has something to hide. And I want to find out."

"They're trying to find out about us," I told Fang. "They're talking about people who eat death, jobs, and my mom." Fang gave a small chuckle. "And what's so funny about that?"

"I don't know," he said. "It's just, they're talking about your mom? Why?"

"They think that I'm a half-blood and that Jeb is one of those people who eat death," I said.

"Jeb, eating death? More like causing it."

"To hundreds of innocent babies," I sighed, thinking back to when we were in The School, when everyday we saw poor babies be brought into the cages, and many would die within a few hours or days. We could see their organs on the outside of their bodies, and those who lived... well... they didn't usually last to long. Only us avians kids and the Erasers. And they were even extinct now.

Fang looked at me, telling me to shut up and stop pitying those I couldn't save. "I know," I sighed, and then started to listen again.

"I'm going to go talk to those two little kids that live down by Hagrid's tomorrow, early. Before Max can get down there. It's to late for her to get down there without getting caught by Filch," Hermione said. I narrowed my eyes.

"Did you hear that?" I asked. Fang nodded. "I'm going to go warn Angel, Gazzy, and Total, I'll be back in a little while. By the way, what did you get for question about the poisonous dragon?"

"Trick question, there are no such things as poisonous dragons," Fang snorted. I rolled my eyes, and walked out of the room, and up the stairs. I quickly scribbled down the answer. I heard footsteps suddenly. I thought quickly, luckily it was Saturday so I was wearing my normal flying outfit. I threw opened the windows, and jumped. I felt the wind rush through my hair as I slid out my wings.

I felt the familiar sensation, my heart rushing at the adrenaline that pumped through my veins. The excitement and thrill of trying not to get caught by the other students. I soared down toward Angel's cain, and fell at the doorsteps, smiling. I knocked on the door.

"Max!" Angel screamed the second she opened the door. She hugged me tight. I hugged her back a little. "What is it? It's so late, and we were talking all day today. What if Filch catches you? What's so-"

"Look, Hermione is starting to figure things out, she's a smart one. She's coming down here tomorrow morning to see what information she can get out of you three. Make sure Total acts like a dog, don't read her mind. And don't feed Gazzy anything that could have him... well... you know." I said. "I'll see you later, gotta go!" I said, taking off again. Angel stayed outside, and waved at me. I smiled, and started to speed toward the window.

I flew closer to the window, passing by the boy's dormitory window, I felt both my shoulders being grabbed. I gasped, tensing up. I withdrew my wings as I was pulled into the room. I fell on the floor, and saw Fang looking at me.

"What?" I asked, gasping for breath out of the shock he had just given me.

"Hermione went into your room about a minute after you went up. She never came down, so I knew that I had to get you before she saw you," he explained.

"Thanks," I smiled. Suddenly I heard footsteps. I tensed up when I saw Harry and Ron walk in.

"What's she doing in here?" Harry asked, looking at me. Ron looked dumbstruck, his eyes gone all googly. I rolled my eyes. Fang tensed up and barred his teeth.

"Heel Fang," I said, looking at him. He starred at me, and then walked to one of the beds. "I can come here if I want," I said, bumping into Harry, and knocking him over.

"Harry, you okay?" I heard Ron asked.

"Yeah, it's not my fault that she's an emotional freak," Harry whispered. I tensed up, and changed directions. Fang was standing, looking at them, his eyes burning.

"Fang, don't hurt them," I said, looking at him intensely. Harry and Ron looked from me to him. "Because that's what I need to do," I shouted, launching myself at them. I grabbed Harry, and pulled back me fist. This was going to be easy.

Suddenly I felt Fang grab my arms, and pull them behind my back. I sighed, I could get out of Fang's grasp in a second, but he was right, I didn't need to do that. I got myself out of his grip, and walked down the stairs. I entered the common room, almost nobody was there. Lavender and Pavarti were sitting by the fire gossiping, a few sixth years were talking, Fred and George were still doing their bets. I rolled my eyes, and walked into the girl's common room. Where I was greeted by Hermione.

"Where were you? I walked up here after you, the window was open and you weren't here," she said, looking at me curiously, demanding an answer.

"I don't have to tell you, good night," I snarled, pushing past her, throwing my books, quills, ink, and parchment to the ground and getting under the blankets. I sighed, and fell asleep.