|The night the Dragon cries
Author: witchfingers PM
[HPxFMA crossover] Voldemort gets a new ally to whom he almost bows down to, and meanwhile, another year starts at Hogwarts...Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Adventure - Envy & Edward E. - Chapters: 20 - Words: 18,970 - Reviews: 238 - Favs: 61 - Follows: 80 - Updated: 08-03-07 - Published: 03-25-06 - id: 2861144
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Everyone seems to have one of these lately. So I'm going in for one. An angsty one, with the baddest bad guys as characters- as usual.
It would take place instead of TQoS: after crossing the Gate, instead of coming into Nazi Germany they come into the Harry Potter World after book 6. But as most characters are boring they won't appear. (like Bella or Slughorn or people of the sort whose names I can't remember.) And as I didn't read book five, there's no Order of the Phoenix and whatnot either. So it's basically upto bookfour + Dumbledore dead. And no romantic relationships between Hermione Ron Harry Ginny or whomever the heck.
Screw that, I have no idea of Harry Potter because I hate almost all the characters. But I thought I would try my luck with a crossover. Happy? DON'T FLAME! I'll learn more as I go.
I'm not familiar with the HP English terms, since I've read the most of it in Spanish. Forgive my ignorance, correct me if you want.
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or HP. If I did, then I'd know all the HP names, and Hohenheim would be a famous alchemist! That man rocks >XD
CHAPTER ONE: The prophecy.
The Gates open, and when that happens, a big contrast takes place: envolving black clashes against soulless white, ignorance with truth- even life with death. The Gate itself really is a true work of art, and if you look close, the limited range of colors is proporcionally distributed to make it both the most interesting and dreaded place to be. The person who winds up in the Gate is either too hopeful or too desperate, too good or too bad. There is truly no shade of gray there: it's either black or white.
The Gate is a place of contrasts.
But that is not exactly what you think when you are standing right before it, am I correct?
Of course I am.
'Stop cowering behind the door, Wormtail'
'M...master...?' the chubby, bald man whose nose twitched every now and then, much like a rat's, answered as he came into the room, trying to make himself as small as possible.
Lord Voldemort, the great Dark Wizard, curled his lipless mouth into a sort of sneer, which seemed to come naturally out of years and years of practice. Wormtail was lucky that his master was in a fairly good mood that one night, because he would get upset when the news were delivered to him.
'Master... I am deeply sorry to inform you that Nagini was found dead.'
'Really' Voldemort said, finding the electric bolts of thunder outside suddenly attractive. Wormtail breathed relieved. His master, as powerful as he was, already knew it. His ratlike features winced, though, when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named called his name.
'Wormtail' he said, stroking his chin, 'Get Snape to come here, immediately.'
'You called for me, Dark Lord?' Severus Snape said, kneeling down to Voldemort's tall and sleek figure, which was currently turning his back to him.
The Dark Master ignored his subordinate's question, and started speaking, apparently to himself. 'A long time ago, before having his soul sucked by a dementor, a wizard of great power, a dark wizard, announced a prophecy.'
He turned around to face the Death Eater, with his diminute eyes that were the same as a snake's. 'The midnight when the sky's cries kill the great snake, the Gate will open to reveal that one who has won over time and death' Steely, Snape listened on as Voldemort kept talking. 'That great snake in the prophecy was Nagini. Tonight is when the being beyond death will come from the other side of the Gate.'
Snake stood up. 'My Lord, ten minutes to the midnight.'
Voldemort exited the room, followed by a shadow and the sound of a cloak oozing, which was really of what Snape consisted.
The damp corpse of Nagini's occupyied a large area on the yard of the castle which was He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's current residence. A thick curtain of rain and mist reduced the visibility, but that was not a reason for Voldemort and his trustworthy companion not to be fully attent to the unfolding of the events. The dark wizard could have easily diverted the rain from falling onto him, but his arms hung immobile at his sides, and his wand rested in a pocket of his rich robes. Each thing which could prevent the prophecy from happening in a natural course should be avoided, since that being that was supposed to emerge from the Gate -an ancient symbol of alchemy to the Wizarding World- would be one of the strongest creatures ever seen by the eyes of a mortal: a homunculus.