Harry Potter and the Bluebird’s Illusion

Declare: I do not own Harry Potter ore Fullmetal Alchemist. I only like to imagine different stories whit them.
Notice: this is like a sequel for Razra’s not yet finished fanfic “How We Long for Heaven”
Summary: takes place in Harry's 5, 6 and 7th years at Hogwarts. It seems the new alchemy teacher is more then meets the eye, and when he discover that he is the seriously ill, Harry will do all in he's power to figure ought the reason why. But how can you help the teacher that always helps you and the one teacher that always understands you? Can it be that hard to help your teacher, your friend to live a normal life, when it was you how offered that life to begin whit?
Find ought what is the difference between reality and illusion, within the Illusion of a Bluebird...

Edward Elric was finally able to see and feel all that he lost the year before. Finally having his limbs back the way they should have been, Edward lives the calm and peaceful life he always wanted. But everything has it’s price, and the price for such a life, was a big one.

Even thought Edward obtained a calm life, he was cursed with a weak heart and body. Since the transmutation, Edward has been a very sickly person. Most of the times he would need he’s younger brother’s help to move around the house. He was feeling helpless most of the times, and seeing his crunches and the weal-char always reminded him of he’s condition.

The summer has been a good one. He needed the rest and so did his brother. Sometimes, Winry would visit them just to make sure Ed was taking his medicine and that he didn’t exhaust himself by reading books all day long.

But regarding the state he’s weak body was in, Edward was happy. Happy he could be whit he’s love ones, happy he was out of the military, happy he could spend he’s hole day reading and looking at the beautiful summer sunsets and even happy because he’s dad was whit him.

But not all ware as fortunate as he was. Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry was in the middle of a dilemma. Again, he had no teacher for the post of Defense against the Dark Arts and no alchemist to teach the 6th and 7th years Alchemy. Last year was the way it was, but this year was a problem. He didn’t knew how else to ask. The people of the Order were too busy now to teach and he could think of no other good alchemist to invite. This was a problem. If only Moody would have stayed, if only Alphonse would have remained the problem would have never existed in the first place. Because of this, the Ministry walked in and took the liberty to enroll Deloris Umbridge, a toed-like witch that was surely not a good teacher and was, as the students will surly agree, a pain.

Well, eat least now he had a teacher, remaining the problem of the new alchemy teacher. The only person he could think of was Alphonse Elric. He was a wonderful teacher and the students loved him, but he couldn’t ask him to do it again, not after the events of last year. But desperate times deed desperate measures. He had no choice. He must ask Alphonse to teach again, otherwise the alchemy classes would be suspended and there was no telling what would happen then.

He had no choice. He had to contact Alphonse Elric, again.

He quickly wrote a letter to Al, explaining the need of he’s assistance and that he would be arriving at he’s home later today.

About 3 hoers after he had sent an owl with the letter, he left Hogwarts, appearing at the Elric’s home. He made he’s way up the three stairs up at the porch and give the door a slight knock. He didn’t think anybody hear it, so he intended to knock again, but just before that, a voice from inside said “it’s open”.

The headmaster slightly opened the door, taking a step inside. He then faced a rather old man, dirty blond hair tied in a ponytail and reading glasses hiding he’s amber eyes.

“Good day, headmaster Dumbledore!” said the man taking off he’s coat and adjusting he’s glasses. “What’s the occasion?”

“Oh, nothing rely …” He tried to sound like tat was rely the case. “One teacher less, as always ...”

“DADA, again, I suppose …” he said taking a bottle of scotch from one of the cabers. “Scotch?”

“Yes, thank you, Hohenheim … I was wondering if I could talk to Alphonse.”

“I see you haven’t heard … “said the old alchemist purring the scotch into two glasses. Just then, a happy child burst into the room, followed by what seemed to be he’s younger sister. The two didn’t seem to be older the six ore seven and the girl appeared to be only five. The boy had dark brown hair and black eyes, much like he’s little sister how was he’s spiting image, the hair’s being just a bit longer.

“Good day, misters!” said the girl. “Sensei asked us to get some more chalk. Do you happen to know were we could find it?”

“Sure thing, Melissa … You can find some in he’s studies.” said Hohenheim taking a seat at the table, Dumbledore’s eyes inspecting the two children as the raced in and out with four more paces of chalk. “Wonderful children, are they not?” said Ed’s dad again, taking a good skip of he’s scotch.

“They surely are …”sad Dumbledore taking a seat himself. “Neighbors?”

“Unfortunately, yes. Sometimes I try talking to they’re parents to not give them so much sugar… But they are good kids.”

“I see. Now, what were you going to tell me before they just busted in?”

“Ah, yes!” Hohenheim said putting he’s glass down. “Now about a month ago, Al was called in by Colonel Mustang from Central. You see, we are in the break of war and we need more experienced alchemists to help out. Al was asked to participate.”

“And he accepted?” asked the old wizard abstained.

“He had no choice. It was a national decree. He had to go. Well, him ore Edward. But you know very well that Edward would not have made it if he would have gone. Why were you asking?”

“I was hopping I could ask him to teach alchemy over at Hogwarts this year too. But It seams this year will be a truly hard one for me.”

“How come?”

“Well, the Ministry placed a … could I name her unfit teacher for Defense against the Dark Arts and they were thinking of placing one of there specialists to teach alchemy. You can see that I am desperate. If I won’t find another alchemist, then the Ministry will be on my back for the rest of the year.” He then took a good skip of he’s own scotch, not noticing who was just coming towards the house.

---x----X----x---

“Sensei, are we going to learn some more tomorrow?” asked the little girl named Melissa.

“Melissa, that’s rude of you! You know we don’t have to speak like that! Mom tolled you a thousand times to be polite” said her older brother.

“It’s quite ok, Daniel.” Said the man that the little girl asked. “It’s a normal question after all.”

“OK sensei. Then, what are we going to do tomorrow?” said Daniel.

“We’ll see how I feel. But there are great chances we will have the lessons in-door.”

“It doesn’t bother us sensei! We like spending aware time whit you. And alchemy is always fun whit you!” said the other boy, a little older then the two brother, whit blond hair and blue eyes.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

The man then stopped for a moment, and let a light caught escape from he’s mouth. He held he’s walking stick tighter, felling that he’s legs here about to let him down again. The children tried to keep him steady, being well aware of they’re teacher’s condition.

After he’s breathing has gone back to normal and he’s lungs were getting enough air, he gives the children a smile, telling them he was all right. Slightly assured, the children helped him to he’s home, making sure he won’t fall.

---x----X----x---

Edward Elric was beginning to feel better. He was moving quite well whiteout he’s crunches, but still needed some sort of support. The country air was doing wonders for him. But he was far away from the healthy and energetic boy he once was. Every once a week the doctor would visit him and give him a quick check-over. Sometimes he would say things are getting better for him, but most of the times he would suggest to just stay in bed. Still, Edward was a stubborn man. He never liked to follow doctor’s orders and was outside most of the day.

A few weeks ago, after one of he’s short walks with he’s dad (he still couldn’t make it on he’s own and after Al left, he’s dad stayed whit him most of the time), he met 3 little children that asked Hohenheim to tech them alchemy. He’s dad was mostly busy whit different other things and couldn’t find any spare time between he’s work and taking care of Ed, so he said no.

Tree days later, Ed saw the children again, outside he’s house. It was raining, but the children weren’t moving. They jut couldn’t take no for an answer. ‘I bet they don’t know dad’s not even home.’ He said to himself. Still, he didn’t have the heart to let them there.

He asked the children to come in for a cup of tea and to settle things down. He children still, refused saying they will not budge from there till they will not be taught alchemy. Edward finally gave in and promised the kids he’ll teach them alchemy, but only if they’ll come in a dry themselves. I bet you can imagine the rest.

Edward was only a few feet away from the house when he’s old man had a wonderful idea. Dumbledore thought so as well and if Edward would only say yes, the problem would no longer be a problem.

---x----X----x---

The young alchemist said good bye to the children, walking inside he’s home and finding he’s dad and professor Dumbledore in a good mood. They bought seem happy and pleased.

“Hello to everyone! Seams I missed something big. And what brigs someone like Headmaster Dumbledore here?” said Edward cheerful, sitting in a near-by chair.

“Ah, Edward!” said Hohenheim. “Just the man we were talking about. Tell me, are you interested in doing something new, son?” he’s dad said getting up and massaging he’s son solders.

“Let’s say it depends …” Ed knew that something was fishy and he knew he’s dad well enough to know that. ‘Ok, dad ... Spill it up!’

Dumbledore then got up and stepped right in front of Ed. He’s blue eyes twinkled, something Ed din not rely like “Edward, I have a proposal for you … “

P.S. Arigato for brining up to my attentions the presence of those mistakes. I’ll try and be more careful in the following chapters.