Max pov
I was a little worried about Harry. He said he was fine but I could tell he wasn't whenever we flew over water he had to close his eyes and hold Angle's hand so that he would know where to go but he wouldn't have to look at the water. Now that we were in the cave he was just sitting by himself. When Fang came back with food just like at the school he refused to drink his water.
Our plan was in the morning to fly to England and spend a couple nights at the Burrow. Then we would come back to America and leave Harry there. He tried to talk us into staying but we thought it best for us in the states. Tomorrow when we get to London we were going to buy Harry's school supplies. Somehow an owl had flown all the way from England and brought Harry his letter.
When it was time to go to bed Harry curled himself into the back corner of the cave. He had gotten a hold of his powers so that we could touch him but he was still always cold. He said he gotten used to it though so he didn't mind. We had become so close that we all called each other brothers and sisters.
Harry looked so different from the first day I had seen him. The avian DNA made it were he no longer needed glasses. And his hair and eyes were completely different. They only way without examining his facial features to tell it was the same person was the lightning shaped scar on his forehead.
(A/N - so you people that also read my Percy Jackson story? Ya? Remember this morning when I had been so proud of submitting a chapter earlier in the day. Remember that? Well i's currently 9 pm so ya all my bragging rights are gone... hope you liked the chapter!)
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Flying on a Wizard's Wings (Harry Potter and Maximum Ride Fan Fiction)
أدب الهواةWhy can't my life be normal? Why did I have to become an orphan, find out I'm a wizard, and get kidnapped by werewolves?! And also how can I fly without a broom...? (Don't own cover)
