Hello everybody. I finally got this up!

If anyone is unaware, this is the sequel to When Wings and Wands Collide, so if anyone is new to this and hasn't read that, go do it! Now! And review it please, as well.

So, this is the prologue. Why is it the prologue? Because it's too short to be a chapter. No, seriously. My minimum chapter length is 1500 words, and this is no exception. So, instead, it gets to be the prologue!

Enjoy, hopefully.

Max POV

Day: 2

Tap. Tap. Tap.

My hand beat a steady rhythm on the hard stone ground as I stared off into space, thinking hard.

My leg was throbbing painfully and my ragged old jeans were crusty and stiff with all the dried blood that had accumulated on my thigh when I'd been shot there when everything had happened. The blood had long since stopped flowing, but having a gaping hole in your leg is never going to feel great.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Two days. It had been two days since it had all happened. Two days since everything had taken a turn for the worst. Two days since Gazzy and Nudge had been captured by those werewolf-human hybrids. Two days since the Director had shot me in the leg during my attempt to rescue my mother from her evil grasp. Two days since Voldemort and the Director decided to take me in and presumably do evil, heartless things to me.

It's been two days since all these things occurred. And yet... nothing's happened.

The cell that I was placed in hasn't been disturbed since I was put in it, and that's made me more than a bit worried. None of the Director's werewolf minions have arrived to take me away for some of the Director's horrible, gut-wrenching experiments, nor have either the Director or Voldemort have made an appearance to torment me.

In fact, I haven't even been given food or water to drink for the entire duration of my stay. The food isn't much of a problem – I've had worse. But the lack of fluid has made my throat so parched that every time I breathe it in it feels like harsh sand paper is running all over the back of my throat.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Naturally, this lack of communication has made me so twitchy and suspicious that every tiny movement makes me jump. For instance, the mouse that just scampered out from a little hole in the wall and under the miniscule gap between the solid wooden door and the stone floor made me leap as high as the chains binding my arms would let me.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I have to wonder whether the silence between me and my captors is a strange form of torture in itself. The Director and Voldemort are both admittedly smart, albeit deranged. They'd know that being clueless about what's going on would put me on edge. They must be aware that I'm desperate to know what's going on in the outside world – what's happened to Mom and the flock, where the hell am I, what about Harry, Ron and Hermione... It could be that they are deliberately keeping the information from me, just to make sure that I'm as unstable as possible when they eventually arrive to collect me. It seems like just the thing those evil maniacs would do.

And the worst part is, there's nothing I can do it about it.

The fact is that I'm trapped here. Without assistance, then the only way I'm going to get out of this place is in the arms of my captors. Both my arms and legs are tied to the wall and there's no way anyone without a key is getting in this place. I should know, I've spent the last three days scouring it with my eyes, searching for a place that might just grant me freedom. But there's nothing, absolutely nothing. The walls seem to be solid. There is a tiny – tiny – window at the top which is one of the few things allowing me to breath and then there's the door and the floor, which are both obviously impenetrable. It's a pretty sucky situation overall, really.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I'm on the edge, just about ready to break. The treatment that these people are giving me in this place is having remarkably similar effects on me as that isolation tank, way back when I'd been replaced by a clone, Max II. And we all know how I was when I came out of that experience. A total mess. And that time I was only guarded by weak human whitecoats. This time, not only are there highly evolved mutants to keep me in check, the Director and Voldemort most likely wouldn't even need the mutants to control me. I hate feeling powerless, but I'm realistic enough to know that I'm in a bad position.

What are these people doing to me?

Why have they not come for me yet?

When will they come for me?

My hand kept tapping its steady beat against the ground as all these thoughts churned through my mind.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Hmm. This doesn't seem like a prologue, just a very, very short chapter. I really don't like that. Either way, I'm saying it's the prologue, and you're believing it's a prologue, got it?

I'm not sure how I feel about this. It's mediocre. Not the best, not the worst.

Anyways, I wanna get to 1000 words at least, so I'm just gonna keep talking for a little bit... don't worry, we are close. Only fifty words to go. Hi. How are you guys today? I'm good myself, although tired. (It's one o'clock in the morning. What do you expect?) I think I'll go to bed after I post this. In case you guys were wondering, I could've had this up ages ago, but I didn't think it was good enough. Yeah. That's my excuse. And we made it to 1000 words! Now I can post!

Do you like it? Or not?

Either way, review please. :)