FullMetal vs. The Boy Who Lived

“The Philosopher’s Stone?” Edward Elric gasped, his mouth suddenly becoming dry.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Harry Potter responded, standing across from Ed. Harry reached in his pocket and pulled something out. In his hand he held a glowing, red stone that seemed to catch all the light in the room and reflect it into a million pieces, dazzling them both. “See?” he held the Stone up so Ed could see it.

There it was right before his eyes. The thing he had wanted and searched for for so long. It was so close, so tangible. Ed reached out a hand. “Give it to me,” he

whispered, unaware of the yearning in his voice.

Harry’s hand retracted automatically. “No.”

“No?”

“No. Dumbledore told me to protect it and to never give it away,” Harry breathed, replacing the Stone in his pocket where it lay protected and warm. Harry could feel it’s energy against his leg.

Ed grew impatient. To come so far and to yet be still so far away? No, he wouldn’t go through that again. And he was tired of the boy’s talk. “Dumbledore this, Dumbledore that,” he taunted. Straightening up, Ed said, “Enough already. Give me that Stone!”

Harry’s eyes narrowed. “Shut up,” he breathed.

“Who is this Dumbledore anyway? Your mommy or your daddy? Some useless old man?” Ed continued, taking advantage of the effects his comments seemed to be having on Harry.

“Shut up. I said SHUT UP!” Harry exploded. “Who are you to say that? Where’s your mom or dad? Dead? No, you turned her into a--” He was cut off by Ed.

“Never--say--that--again--” his voice was menacing. Harry stopped, trying to think of his next insult in this verbal war.

“Well, you--you’re in love with your brother!”

“Am not, four eyes!”

“Are, too, shrimp!”

“EYAARGH! DON’T CALL ME SHRIMP, SHORT, SMALL, MIDGET, TINY!” Ed couldn’t take anymore. This had to stop.

Harry shook as he laughed. “Touched a nerve, eh?”

Ed ground his teeth, annoyed. “This is not funny! Hey are you listening to me! I’m about to touch a nerve of yours if you don’t listen to me!”

Harry calmed himself. “Oh, I’m listening.” He readjusted his glasses. “I challenge you to a duel!” he reached inside his black robes, extracting his wooden wand which he held as a weapon.

Ed just stared. “A duel whatsit?”

“A duel--here, you step back a bit,” Harry commanded. The two stepped back, putting a good distance between them. “Now,” he continued the instructions, “You get your wand ready. We will bow and then, on my count, begin the duel.”

Ed interrupted him. “Winner gets the Stone.”

Harry paused, thinking. Can I make that promise? Yes, a voice told him, em you can do it. I will win, Harry resolved, so I can protect that Stone. “Agreed. And no lethal attacks,” he added, as a side-note. Ed quickly agreed to those terms. ”Ready?”

As ready as I’ll ever be, Ed thought. Hehe, he thinks I’d use that silly little stick as a weapon, well, he has another thing coming. “Ready,” he responded. Both bowed, each not taking his eyes off the other, neither trusting their opponent.

“One. Two. Three!” harry shouted. The duel had officially begun.

Ed immediately clapped his hands together, forming a transmutation circle, transmuting his automail arm into a sharp weapon. Here we go! He lunged forward to attack, only to be caught off guard by Harry’s own split-second attack.

Harry had immediately pointed his wand at his opponent and shouted “Expelliarmus!” While he was not using a particularly damaging or complex spell, he knew that this one would buy him some time.

Ed was thrown backwards when the spell hit him square in the chest. He felt as if the air had just been knocked out of him; indeed it had. He lay on the ground, several feet from where he had first stood, panting for breath. Slowly he began to get up, clutching his side. Harry stood a few feet away, his wand pointed at Ed’s face. he was poised for another attack.

“Magic. I see that people on your side of the Gate use that, instead. But I thought it was an archaic practice--” Ed said.

“No longer used,” Harry finished. “And you use... is that alchemy!” Harry couldn’t believe what he had just seen.

“Yep,” Ed grinned. “That’s alchemy. I don’t even need a wand to do my attacks.”

Harry wondered aloud, “And I though alchemy was just the search for the Philosopher’s Stone and the Elixir of Life. Trying to change lead into gold!”

Ed’s smile disappeared. “No way. Alchemy is a science. Besides, transmuting gold is illegal, at least on my side of the Gate.”

“Shall we resume then?” Harry asked.

Ed didn’t even answer; rather, he lunged at Harry, again trying to take a hit at him. Harry dodged, and yelled, “Tarantallegra!”

Ed, too, had gotten wise. He quickly transmuted the ground into a stone barrier between him and Harry. The spell bounced off Ed’s wall as if it were nothing but a bit of air. Before Harry had a chance to register this new development and recast a spell, Ed had jumped over the barrier and ran headlong into Harry. He sliced his shoulder before falling to the ground in a low summersault roll. He flipped his golden hair out of his eyes, his braid falling down his back. Ed now shed his red coat which was slowing his speed. In just his pants and tank it would give him more freedom and ability to move, both things key in winning a fight.

Harry spun around, whipping his own black bangs from his vision. His hair was a messy tangle on his head. He, however, preferred to keep his swirling school robe on. Perhaps he was not bothered, or inhibited, by its volume.

Ed looked at Harry. He was clutching his cut arm at the shoulder, blood seeping out and staining his robe. Ed realized that this attack had made his opponent even angrier. It would be hard, now, to get in and injure him again. Time for the big attacks, Ed thought. Apparently, Harry thought so, too, for he unleashed a string of incantations all meant for Ed.

“Petrificus Totalus! Rictusempra! Furnunculus! Densaugeo! STUPEFY!” Harry bellowed at the top of his lungs.

But Ed was fast, or at least, faster than the spells. He formed more barriers, re-transmuting them when they collapsed. He was safe as long as he could transmute stone barriers from the floor. But if the composition of the floor ever changed...

“Quit being a coward! Come out from behind your barriers!” Harry shouted at Ed. Ed stuck his head around the side of the wall to look, and shout a reply, at Harry.

“Why don’t you use transfiguration to make a weapon instead of these spells!” He knew his own weakness and his his enemy’s strength: Ed was bound by the alchemic law of Equivalent Exchange; Harry, on the other hand, did not need to, or did not, obey Equivalent Exchange when he attacked. Indeed, his attacks were more like curses or magic. Magic, Ed cursed. It’s his damn magic! But two could play at that game. Ed was not about to lose to some teenage wizard with taped-up glasses and a lightning scar on his forehead.

“Reducto!” Harry yelled, pointing his wand at the stone wall which Edward was behind.

Ed leaped out from behind what had once been his barrier, clapping his hands together in transmutation. He placed them on the solid ground which was ripped apart as something large moved toward Harry. Huge stone limbs rose from the earth, wrapping themselves around Harry’s arms and legs.

“Uhn!” he struggled against the stone confines, trying to break free, but to no avail. The limbs were quite powerful. Ed smirked, temporarily letting his guard down. Harry picked up on this and managed to raise his wand and say, “Serpinsortia!”

A giant serpent burst forth from Harry’s wand, landing on the fractured ground between him and Edward. It’s ugly green head reared back, its jaw opening to reveal two menacingly pointy fangs that dripped with venom. Ed’s eyes widened as the snake slithered toward him. It was reaching out, pumping it’s powerful muscles in rhythmic pulsations of movement.

Ed jerked back to reality. All it is is a big snake. Nothing to worry about. Just think of it as a nasty chimera that needs to be taken care of! He transmuted a long spear out of the ground, grasping it in his flesh hand. He dodged a blow by the snake, whirling around to strike an attack that just glanced off the hard scales of the snake’s back. He spun the spear around, this time aiming for the head. But Ed miscalculated and instead found himself face to face with a beast that was ready to kill him and probably eat him for dinner, no matter what his size. The snake’s tongue lolled out the side of its mouth; a horrendous hiss issued from its throat. This snake meant business. But so did Ed.

Risking death or puncture by the venomous fangs, Ed surged upward and drove the spear through the serpents head, fracturing the skull and piercing the fleshy brains. Blood splattered up, spraying Ed and the surrounding area. The snake writhed for a moment in nerve shock, then stilled itself when death overtook it’s monstrous form.

Ed wiped a fleck of blood off his face, then alchemically cleaned his whole outfit so that it was free of blood and the telltale stench.

Harry could only stare. He had just seen Ed kill a giant snake with only a spear. He, Harry, would have needed to use spells or, like the last time he fought a serpent, have some considerable help from Dumbledore and a magical sword. Ed couldn’t really be that strong, could he? Harry began to rethink his decision to fight, as he muttered “Reducto,” and the stone limbs crumbled into dust. But he couldn’t back out now or he would lose the Stone. There was only one thing left to do. Harry would use his most powerful non-lethal spell in one final attack that was sure to make him the winner.

Ed was exhausted from his effort. Killing that beast had taken more of his strength that he would have guessed. Dammit, I may not make it!He couldn’t go on fighting like this for much longer. He needed to end this once and for all and get the Philosopher's Stone. He would move in to deliver his worst attack without killing his enemy.

Ed and Harry looked at each other, a mutual understanding forming between them.

This was it. The final attack. Winner take all. Loser lose all.

They composed themselves, then, without waiting for the other to begin, each leapt at the other. Ed lunged forward, his automail arm-turned-weapon heading towards Harry’s stomach, his flesh hand ready to collide with his face. Harry threw his wand arm forward, bellowing, “SECTUMSEMPRA!”

Just as the two forces were about to clash, a mighty gust of wind ripped through the air, sending both Harry and Ed to the ground where they lie moaning and clutching their stomachs, unable to get up.

“Feh,” a voice smirked, slinging an enormously long and big sword across his back as the dust settled. “Take that you wimps! Tetsusaiga wins!”

“INUYASHA!” another voice, feminine, called, running into view. Kagome stopped next to the red-clad InuYasha who still clutched his sword.

“What is it, Kagome?” InuYasha asked, his voice showing that he was more than a little peeved.

“WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT RUNNING INTO OTHER PEOPLE’S FANFICTION AND USING THE WIND SCAR!” she shouted at him. To the bewilderment of the two victims lying on the floor, InuYasha cowered under her piercing gaze. Her black hair shook as she chewed him out and threatened to beat him with her bow and arrows.

“I--Kagome!” he tried to say in his own defense, but she wouldn’t hear any of it.

Not looking at InuYasha, Kagome said, “InuYasha...”

The dog demon’s white ears twitched in anticipation of what she was about to say. “No, Kagome--wait!”

Kagome smiled mischievously, her eyes twinkling with the secret knowledge of her future statement. “SIT BOY!”