I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR MAXIMUM RIDE THEY ALL BELONG TO JAMES PATTERSON OR J.K ROWLING. XD

Dragon Secrets

Chapter I

The fresh airy grass swirled around as Max lay on the ground a rose in her hand opening and closing at the slightest of thought. She don't know why she did this but she did know that she had been special all her life being able to do strange things like hover went she want to get away, make thing caught on fire went she was mad and of course make plants open and close like day and night.

"Max, dinner" called her mom on the pouch

My name is Maximum Ride I'm fifteen years old.

Max lived in the London with my mom and dad. In a little neighborhood close to the heart of London, Max stood up and brushed my jeans of the dirt and started to walk inside. She inter the dinning room wear my mom was stetting the table she looked around the table mom was using her fine china and there was an extra settings at the table.

"Who's the extra mats for mum" Max said

My mother stiffened her muscles as she tried to answer her best, she looked sad.

"Some special people" she said turning her back on me.

"What are they coming her for?" following her into the kitchen her hand in her pockets. She turned to Max and hand me a water jug full of tea. She took a dramatic breath and finally looked Max's eye with her chocolate ones, "for you". The sadness in her eyes was growing as she passed Max, back into the table "What's going on here?" I thought to my self more confused then ever.

The door bell rang and my dad ran to get it, Max was wearing her favorite shirt and jeans, her mum sitting on the edge of her sit in the lounge. Then her father walked in with two man the first a man that was (excuse me for my manners) really, really, very fucking old. Then a boy around my age with jet black hair green eyes round shaped glass tall and very skinny, they shock all of are hands and sat down across from them.

Max stared at the two visitors they where not your ordinary house guest (well at lest the old man wasn't). The old man was dressed in sky blue robes with gold trimming, while the boy was in a worn down jeans that were one size to big for him and his white t-shirt. He looked… short of …cute.

"Well I'm guessing that you know why we are here," said the old man.

Max's parent nodded then there was a silences, Ok, time to get some answers here.

"No," their eyes turned to her

"No," she repeated "I don't know why you're here, and to add to that I don't even know you're freaking names."

The old man chuckled "Well to begin with, I'm Albus Dumbledore and this is my student Harry Potter," said Mr. Dumbledore. "And we're here to disgust your future."

"My- What?" She said nearly jumping out of my seat.

"Your future," he repeated sweetly.

"Ok what the heck is going on here?" My temper starting to boil over

"Have you ever been able to do things that you can't explain, that you really didn't mean to happen," said Harry staring at me with his green eyed graze, he made me somewhat… blush.

"Well . . . yeah"

"Well, Max there's a school that you can go too so you can lean about your powers and learn how to us them properly," Dumbledore put in.

"The name of the school is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I happen to be the headmaster of the school, and Harry here." He gave Harry a squeeze is shoulder, "is one out of a thousand students that attended there."

"Wow, wow, wow, back track there for a minutes there, are you saying that I'm a witch?" She stood there in shock looking at my parents. My mother had tears coming out of her the truth was coming out at last.

"But how am I a witch went my parents aren't…" Max sentence trailed off as the revelation hit me.

Max stud up and looked down at her "parents" her "mother" was crying, her "father" so depressed that he was expressionless unable to speech.

"Who are my real parents?" staring down at them, then at the two wizards.

Val sniffed in her tears, "we really don't know who she was Max, she was so very young maybe in her late teens, we didn't learn her name, she never told use."

"Your mother Max went to our school, she had you in her last year at Hogwarts, with your father and I shall answer your question that must be burning in your mine. Your parents are very much a live, but they disappeared with out of trace after you were born Max. You see we need to bring your parents back out of hiding reasons that I shall explain later."

She looked at Harry once again "what's does he have to do with this?" Harry grinned.

"Well you can discuss that over dinner, while I talk to your parents about Hogwarts and how will you be safe while you're there, at that time I think that will give you enough time to wager weather or not you want to stay at Hogwarts."

We all stood up heading to the dinning room.

"Mr. Dumbledore"

"Please Max call me Professor"

"Professor, tell me something would my mum…who she want this… for me to go to your school" Max asked in a nerves tone.

"My dear child it would be her dearest wish for you to learn magic," he smiled at me, his half moon spectacles tipping over his slightly crooked nose.

2: Chapter Two- The Tales and the Phoneix

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter or Maximum Ride characters. They all belong to their authors; I only own this plot and MY characters!

Chapter 2

"So, what made Professor Dumbledore bring you here?" Max said weakly to Harry, poking at my salad.

"Well, the Professor thinks that you and I share a lot of the same history," he said, cutting his steak into cubes. Across the table Dumbledore was whispering to Max’s parents about Hogwarts and how I she was going to be "safe" there.

"Well I find you lucky to be honest," Harry started. "I mean your parents are still alive. Mine are… dead."

"Sorry," Max suddenly felt a little sympathy for him.

"Yeah, they died when I was only one years old. They were murdered by an evil wizard named Voldemort; he killed them, and went after me. I survived and lived - from then on I was known as the kid with the weird lighting bolt for a scar in the Muggle world. In the magical world, though, I'm known as The Boy-Who-Lived."

"And no one knows how you lived that night," she said, puzzled at his story. He nodded as he took a sip of his drink.

"But what does this have to do with me?"

"Well, when Voldemort disappeared he also had a partner - more like a master named Zev. Somehow he is tied in with your mum and dad because it was a rumor that she with your dad and a group of friends went to battle him before Voldemort's downfall. Well, years before my parents’ murder and Voldemort's downfall, Zev was killed - disappeared! Rumor has it that he was killed by his own Killing Curse just as his apprentice was, but only few came back. It was set to believe that they all died then a few weeks later a couple of people from the party came back - my mother and dad were two of them."

"How did the people know that Zev was dead?" asked Max questionably.

"Your mother's sign of a dragon was up in the sky that morning. It was also set to believe that your mother was the last of the Dragon Warriors, but again they are extinct now," said Harry, now swallowing his salad.

"What's a Dragon Warrior, and why are they extinct? They’re people, aren't they?"

"Well, they were the ancient guardians of the magical world. They were set to have the powers of the Earth's elements like Fire, Water, Sun, Earth, Wind, and Shadow. Your mum was the last of the last of the fire elementals and it's rumored that their friends that went to the battle were the other last elemental warriors too."

"Okay, but what happen to the other warriors before my mum?"

"Well, Zev and Voldemort destroyed them all - practically with one spell. That's how powerful they were," he persisted.

"They were all dead, and when Zev found out that your mother was the last fire warrior and the only one that could bring him down, he went on the hunt."

"But I still don't understand what this has to do with you. Your parents died for a different reason then mine," Max stated, almost shouting.

Harry lifted his arm from under the table. "Do you have one of these?" He pulled his sleeve from his arm and there, from the front of his palm to his elbow, was a blue-like dragon that wiggled on his arm. It looked like it was floating on smoke.

"I have that mark on my arm too, though it's red and looks more dangerous," she said to Harry, who blushed around the edges of his glasses.

I Max pulled up her sleeve; like Harry’s it had a dragon that slithered around my her arm - it was a brilliant and beautiful red, a dragon that looked like it could come off Max’s arm and eat you. 

"Yeah, Hermione says that the Water Dragon means calming and relaxing."

"Hermione?" she said, looking at him with puzzlement.

"A girl… that I know,” he said simply.

Max blushed and looked down at her plate. "Sorry." She was a little embarrassed that she was semi flirting with him when he had a woman in his life.

"Shut up before you get yourself into something serious," Max thought to herself.

"Max? Max?" said Harry, waving a hand in her face. She blinked a couple of times then came back to Earth.

"Oh, I spaced out there for a minute." Blushing in embarrassment, Max looked straight into Harry’s eyes. There was something there that she couldn't make out but it felt right.

"Alright, Harry, I think it’s time to leave. This is your time to decide your act, Max. You can come with us and learn your destiny, or you can stay here and have a normal life with your guardians." There was a long pause.

"My real parents are out there." Max said, more to herself than to him.

Dumbledore nodded with a smile.

Max turned to Val and Jeb. "I am a witch and I have to learn who I really am. You'll always be my family and I'll be back in the summer time when school is over." And with that she ran over and hugged Val hard, Jeb ran his hand over her head playing with her auburn curls. Max let go of Val and turned back to Dumbledore. "I don't have anything packed yet!"

Again Dumbledore smiled and pulled out a wooden stick. Without saying a word, he flicked it - there was rattling upstairs. "Why don't you check on that, Max. Harry and I will be outside waiting."

  Val led them up thought the hallway to the front door she ran up to her room. There was still banging going on as she opened it with caution things were flying all over the place it was all gathering in the middle of the room. "This is so cool!" Max said out loud. Her things neatly fell into place in the suitcase then everything stopped. It was quiet. She looked down at the suitcase all of the things that she needed were neatly organized. Max stood there shocked. "Man, I love magic already" she said whispered to herself, while she shut the suitcase and went back out the door.

Max hugged her parents for the last time. "I'll be back for the summer, I promise,” Max said.

She walked down the driveway. To find Harry and Professor Dumbledore waiting.

"Ready?" said Harry

"As I’ll ever be," Max replied.

 

 

"Hold on to both of my arms you two it’s going to be a bumpy ride," said the Professor. Then Max’s feet were lifted off the ground as if she had been sucked though a tub; there was absolutely no air what so ever. Finally, they landed on the cold wooden floor of a candlelit office. The room was full of strange objects that made some sort of weird noise or puffed smoke as they turned. Yet the one thing that caught Max’s attention was a strange looking bird with brilliant fire-like featured feathers. Its neck was long like a swan’s the strange bird looked like it had many of its feathers.

"That is a phoenix, Max. His name is Fawkes," announced Dumbledore.

"He's beautiful, sir." Max walked over to the stand and stroked the bird on the back; it crowed with greed for more.

"So, what now?" she said, walking around the Headmaster’s office, looking at the strange objects that were puffing colored smoke out of its ends. She smiled at this office - it was weird, it was unique in its on way, somewhat like the Headmaster himself. The Professor walked up to the shelves that were lined with books of all sizes - something told her this guy loved to read. He reached for the very top, and brought an old ancient wizard hat down.

The hat looked like it was about to rip apart due to age. The fabric around the brim on the hat was tearing so much that you could literally pull it off. The Headmaster beckoned Max closer to him, Harry sitting in the closest sit next to us. "This is the sorting hat, Max. This hat will sort you into your correct house," stated the professor.

"Wait - what houses?" Max said, looking puzzled from Dumbledore to Harry.

"Oh, silly me. I forgot to tell you," chuckled the Headmaster. "At the beginning of our school’s history, which was thousands of years ago - no one is really sure of the exact time of the school’s beginning, and to bring unity to the school, so from then on in order to help the students learn they access their separated line of personality and to find out how is how they use their magical powers to create. This hat that will identify what house you are in be sorted into."

"THAT THING IS GOING TO GO INSIDE MY HEAD!"

3: Chapter Three- Iggy

Chapter 3

 

 

“To but it bluntly Max, yes, the hat does in a way look into your head,” said the Professor as he sat the hat onto his wooden desk. “Well…will it hurt?” Max did a mental face palm. “Great Ride, make them think you’re a wimp,” She thought to herself.

Harry chuckled slightly re-adjusting his rounded glass onto his noise. “No, it wont hurt, Max, but it may annoy you a little.”  Max looked from the boy, to the professor, then back the hat. “Fine,” Max huffed. She walk over to the desk standing at in front of Dumbledore, he picked up the hat and placed it on Max’s head.

It was big on her it fell below her ears and the hats brim was blocking her view of the office. The blackness numbed max slightly; she couldn’t see nor hear anything. She closed her eyes…

“Aw, I knew I would finally meet you, Maximum Elizabeth Spear,” called a voice from above it seemed like an echo, a distant echo. Max jumped at the voice but decided to answer the voice in her head, she didn’t want to alarm Harry and the professor for talking out loud. “That’s not my last name,” she replied.

“It is?” the voice questioned.

“Where are you coming from?”

“My goodness so may questions, like a Ravenclaw but yet it doesn’t run in your blood, very interesting.”

“Get out of my heard!” she yelled in her mind.

“Aw, persistent, reckless, witty, fast reacting…determined, so much like a Slytherin…like your father.”

Max went still, “What about my dad?”

“You have a lot of his characteristics, yet your mother seems to over power yes…yes very powerful…”

“I’m not powerful, I’m just Max.”

“Mhmmm…” there was a long pause.

“GRYFFINDOR!” It boomed Max yelled, a ringing sensation filled her ear, then the hat was removed. 

Max blinked rapidly at sudden light, her ear still felt numb. She caught Harry smiling, and Dumbledore beaming from behind him, proud written across his face. “It said something a being in…Gryffindor?” Said Max.

“Yeah, we heard Max, it shouts out the name of the house that you’ll be in, which is Gryffindor,” stated Harry.

“Oh…so I’m in Gryffindor…what know.” Max looked around the room hoping it would give her an answer. “I for on am tried and I think that you are to Miss. Ride so why don’t well turn in for the night and met here in the morning after breakfast. Harry can show you to your dormitory. Max nodded, even though she didn’t know was a dormitory was, she was in a blur and so confused. “Max?” Harry was standing next to her, his hand on her shoulder shaking her slightly, concern on her face. “Yeah, I’m fine…I think.”

“Yeah, I’ve had the same feeling when I put the hate on.”

 “WAIT! Professor.” Max stun around they were barely out the door.

“He looked up from his book, “Yes, Miss Ride?”

“The hat said my name wrong,” she declared.

Dumbledore raised a gray eyebrow, “The hat his never wrong Max, what did it say too you?”

“It told me that my name was Maximum Elizabeth Spear, but it’s Maximum Ann Ride.”

“That’s because that’s because that’s your real name, Max. The name that you have know sense your birth has been Maximum Ann Ride, but the name your real parts gave you was Maximum Elizabeth Spear, Spear being you fathers last name and Elizabeth for your mothers middle name.”

Max nodded “What is their names sir?” Dumbledore smiled slightly.

 

“Isabella Elizabeth Haven and Aiden Alexander Spear.”

 

Harry and Max left after that, walking own the many stone corridors, Max thought. They were real they had names, Max had two names now, which was she though? Her head was spinning. “Hey, Iggy!” Called Harry, he waved to a long and tall lanky figure that sat in a corner of one of the hallways. Max came out of her trance; he had strawberry hair with electric blue eyes. He wore a short sleeved shirt, which made Max clearly see his arms; Max’s eyes bulged out of her head. There on his right for arm was a green dragon on his right forearm.

“Iggy this is Max,” said Harry

Iggy stud up, extending his long pale arm, “Hey, I’m Igneous but everyone calls me Iggy for short. I hear you’re the new dragon girl on the block.”

 

Authors Note: I had to say this. I thought this idea was awesome to make Iggy, Earth because Iggy being short for Igneous and it means a type of rock so I thought it would be perfect for Earth and so on, I thought it was brilliant! Score on for Bella!

4: Chapter Four- New Things, New People and New Problems

Chapter 4

I DON'T own the Harry Potter and/or the Maximum Ride character, the only thing I own is the plot and MY characters.

Hope you like it. ~Bella XD

Max looked at the Iggy with up most amazement, Iggy smiled, for he noticed her amazement. "Close your mouth dragon girl, before drool falls out," he chuckled slightly. He picked up his book that he had with him and joined them as they went up the flight of stairs. Max examined him more closely, he was a tall boy, several inches past six foot, his muscles were more then an average boys, which told max that he tried to work out. Her walked with his shoulders slightly hunched and her had a pared of cop glasses sticking up at the top of his straight, strawberry blond hair that fell slightly in his eyes.

"So…" Iggy started "How's being the new dragon kid on the block." Max raised an eyebrow at him, "I'm new? And I thought that Harry and I were the only ones who knew that we are." Max looked accusingly at Harry. He only shrugged, "I forgot to mention Iggy," he admitted.

"Thanks mate," said Iggy. They made it to the end of the corridor, were there was only a dead end, with a portrait of the biggest, ugliest woman she had ever seen with a pie of fruit on top of her mob of grey curl. The woman moved and Max jumped ten feet into the air and landed so how behind the boys. They started to laugh, while the woman gave them a disgusted glare. "Well, are you going to give me the pass word, or will I have to watch her all night as you blunder with noise." The boys started to calm but Max was still behind completely baffled and blushing for her embarrassment. "Bravery," called Harry to the portrait. The woman nodded her stiff head and the portrait opened on invisible hinges.

The boys stepped though the hole that was on the other side of the We'll be working together soon Dragon Girl, you have to trust me sooner or later." Iggy held out his hand to her, "you can trust be, your going to have to get us to it," she was hesitant then Max took his hand up the steps, but she let it go immediately, "I trust no one right now," she replied stiffly. Iggy nodded in acceptance. Harry moved them forward.

Max was welcomed by warmth the room was a cozy red and gold room, plush rugs and couches lined the walls and the mantle fire roaring at a blaze. Several kids were sitting around with books, reading, studying, some in groups just chatting. The talking stopped and all eyes turned to Max, some eyes scanned her every move, others looked then looked away. A squeal came from the head couch by the fire. Soon a blurry blob of bushy brown hair passed Max hitting her in the shoulder and landing into Harry's arm. Harry obviously did not like being smothered, but liked the care and compassion that the girl was giving though the hug.

The girl was skinny, her bushy hair going in all different directions like a loin’s mane and her pale skin made it apparent that she didn't get much sun. "Oh, so how was it? Is she here?" Harry was still and he had is eyes averted on Max. The girl turned around sharply to Max, "Oh, I did see you I thought you were Ron or something." She pulled out her hand to her, "I'm Hermione Granger." Max slowly shook her hand. "It really is an honour to meet you; you don't know how long it took to find you."

"How did you find me?" asked Max, eyes wandering around the common room again, "not that I'm arguing, just wondering."

Iggy answered this on, "Well it took a while, first we had to put pieces of you mum's past together, which in some parts didn't make sense, from what my mother told me, it that your mum gave you up days before the war, and she was going to give you to a muggle home-"

“-Which we narrowed down to about half of Britain," cut in Hermione.

“-Then Dumbledore came in and put two-and-two together," finished Harry.

"In guessing your mum and mine were friends," Max said quietly.

Iggy whispered into Max's ear, making her skin tingle. "They were best friends…"

"Guys, give the lady some room you're crowding around her like a prissy school girl," called a boy from the couch. He had not moved since Max's arrival and had stayed seated nest to the fire. "Ron Weasley," he nodded to her. She nodded back thanking him silently that she didn't have to shake another hand.

"You must be tried," said Hermione giving Ron a sharp dangerous look, yet she still smiled at Max. "Yeah, a little," it was a lie; Max was deathly tried and ready to collapse with exhaustion. I'll take you up to our dorm; you'll be sleeping with us since you're the same age as us. They left the boys behind, as they headed off to bed too.

(Break Line)

Hermione and Max headed down the common room, and saw no sight of the boys. Max was slower then Hermione letting her flow the lead, last night was the best night of sleep Max had ever received but these 'robes' were not Max's style and the tie around her neck didn't help at all. Fortunately Hermione said they only had to wear during the school hours and could be taken off after dinner and weekends. They went down to what Hermione called the Great Hall. As they entered Max's eyes wander and the large room and the sight of the four long wooden tables with happy kids eating way copious amounts of food that reappearance every time the plate was starting to go on empty.

They found the boys sitting with a ground of red heads and very round face boy. Max was introduced to Ron's brothers Fred and George who were twins and Ron's only and younger sister Ginny, and the round faced boy that they called Neville.

Max only ate a couple of bits of her cereal letting her eyes wonder around, till a group caught her eye. They were looking at her back, all were wearing green and sliver robes and they sat at another table. One with bleach blond hair with piercing grey eyes, another had black hair which seemed to have tints of purple and his eyes were so black you could barely see the irises.

"Iggy," she said tapping him on the shoulder, He turned to her, Iggy had been snickering with Fred and George all breakfast. "Why are they staring at me?" she implied.

Iggy nodded in understanding, "That's Slytherin table, they… well aren't the greatest of people. The blond bloke that was staring at you is Draco Malfoy, he's the worst of them all, stay way from him."

The other guy is Fang Demonton, he's Draco's best mate. He doesn't talk to anyone but Draco…and we haven't figured it out yet, but we think he's another warrior,” said Iggy whispering into her ear. Max shot up at this in surprise, "Really? What's the problem? Just go up and ask him," said Max.

Iggy laughed, "That's kind of hard Max, seeing he’s…Fang, a ghost, practical. No one barely sees him nor talks to him that, we can’t even talk to him without bumping into Draco. We don’t want what-we’re-doing to get around of what we are doing will catch like a wild fire to the wrong people."

"What dragon does everyone think he has?"

"Everyone thinks its Shadow, which is my bet, and we're having a hard time tracking down his family tree too. He's an orphan, he lives with Draco over the summer, Someone went though a lot to of trouble to wipe his family clean of existence." Max suddenly felt sympathy for the boy, she thought she had it bad not knowing who she was, and Fang had nothing. He was still staring at her his eyes tying to find something, Max's arm started to itch and she pulled the sleeve down her arm even farther then it was making sure no red birthmark was visible.

Harry tapped her shoulder snapping her out of her trance. "We better go to Dumbledore's office," she stood up hurriedly (cursing this skirt that she had on) following Harry out the heavy wooden doors.

Iggy followed them also, "Dumbledore wanted me to come too," he stated trailing behind Harry and Max.

(Line Break)

Max got her schedule form Dumbledore office and was about to leave first block, which was History of Magic taught by a ghost and was exceedingly boring. Dumbledore basically explain to Max that Harry and his friends would teach her everything she needs to know on a first years level, so she could catch up with the fifth years. Dumbledore she it would take time, her also explain about the relationship and bond that Iggy and Harry and herself and told them how important it was form them to get along.

Max didn't mind the relationship thing only if it didn't go any farther. They left History and went to Defense Against the Dark Arts class, or the D.A.D.A as everyone called it.

Dolores Umbridge was the teacher and at first glance Max already hated her, and by Harry stranded look and tight jaw line, she guessed that he hated her too. Her voice was fake and dry ", open your books and continue your session to chapter." Everyone went silent. Harry secretly passed a note to Max, it read:

"This class wasn't always like this."

"Really?"

"Nope. The Ministry doesn't want to defend ourselves; they don't believe that Zev and Voldemort are back."

"Well, that sucks, and explains a lot."

There was a stir in the classroom Everyone's attention went to the whispered heated match between Umbridge and Hermione, which started to turn to a loud conversation.

"I don't understand why we can't defend ourselves, we have rights."

"You silly little girl, children like you don't have rights, that, and there is nothing out there to defend ourselves against, you are afraid of nothing."

"So you want us to go into the world blind and pretend that the Dark Lords are not back?" Harry said his fists clenched against the desk. She stared at Harry blankly what fake smile still there, "I will see you in detention Mr Potter. Tonight in my office after dinner."

"That's unfair!" Max called out after the teacher, "are your students allowed to express their opinions is anyway?"

Umbridge lifted her stubby eyebrow, "And your name is?"

"Max Ride."

"We'll Miss Ride, ten points from Gryffindor, I do not like out-bursts in my class."

"Just because someone is telling the truth doesn't mean you give them detention," said Max angrily.

"I think a detention will also fit you Miss Ride,”

Max gave up, and sat down heatedly. "Fine!" Foul ass bitch, Max thought. Then, suddenly, the room went into uproar of laughter. An ink bottle went flying across the room sending all of is contents onto Umbridge. "WHO DID THIS!" she roared with rage as ink droplets spilled down her cheek. Max groaned and Iggy in front of her tipping his seat back in a cold relaxed way, raised his hand. "DETENTION!" She stepped back into to her desk and sat down.

There was a WUSSHHHH sound and her chair went backwards with the short professor in it. She slammed into the bookshelves and knocked over a couple of her annoying cat photos, which were now meowing in distress. Everyone looked around to find the culprit, Fang. He stood there with his wand out his face full of anger and his eyes dissipating from purple back into black. Max could see the faint slip of purple under in robes. Iggy was right; Fang Demonton was a shadow warrior. Harry saw what she saw also and quickly wrote down on their disregarded parchment.

"Shadow Warrior's are supposed to be evil."