*Stare* o.o wooooow.... over 2 years without updating.... it's saaaaad... hmmmm, what can i say in my favor? Well....................


yeah, I cant think of anyhting... why am i writing now?..................


yup... dunno that one either XDU.... just that i FINALLY finished high school... n well, i was looking thru my old files and found this story.... and i felt sorta nostalgic........ i've actually forgotten where i was going with this story.. i mean i remember some of it but once i re-read it i was like "Huh??? what's that mean? !".... my english is better too... and my style of writing changed a bit..

im sorry to disappoint everyone but here is the new chap... after 2 years....... o.o -cricket-

Chapter 6.- Blue

"Do you think they got him?... the Death Eaters…?" Ginny asked in a small voice. The Weasleys, along with Hermione, had spent the day looking for Harry. They checked pretty much every alley and every building in Diagon Alley, but there still was no sign of the Boy Who Lived.

"No… No, that can't be it." Hermione whispered looking at her cup, deep in thought. It was midnight already, so Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had sent the teenagers back to the Leaky Caldron to rest while they looked up some more with the help of other members of the Order of the Phoenix. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George weren't too happy about it, but they decided it was better than getting in the way. Adults are supposed to know what they were doing… right!

As for Edward, he had disappeared sometime in the afternoon. Fred and Gorge were back at their shop. And the man they knew to be Ed's father, was watching them from a secluded corner of the room.

"Why would he leave without telling us?" Ginny asked. She seemed to be trying to make pointless conversation out of anxiousness.

"Because he's Harry." Ron answered exasperated. He felt somewhat betrayed by his friend for sneaking out without him; he was even totally ignoring Pig's attempts at drawing his attention.

Hermione just kept quiet.


"ARGH!!" –thud-

"Careful, Potter! Are you trying to kill me, or what?" A very angry Draco yelled from the floor, rubbing the back of his head.

"At this very second, Malfoy, you don't want to know the answer. Now… get off me!" Harry yelled pushing the blond from on top of him.

Malfoy fell to his side, and stayed there, too weak to get up. He groaned.

The other wizard looked at his pitiful enemy, sprawled on the floor, looking sickly and easily breakable. This was not the image he wanted to see right now; and that was not guilt building up inside him.

He sighed. "S…" he struggled to get the word out. "Sor… -sigh- Sorry, Malfoy. I shouldn't have pushed you like that."

He could barely hear the other boy's voice, muffled by clothing and a sore throat. "Keep your pity to yourself, Potter."

Harry sighed again (something he seemed to be doing quite often lately) and looked around for something to grab to get up. He noticed the streets were starting to look more familiar even in the twilight, but what made him finally look up from where he was still sitting was an outstretched, almost luminescent, hand in front of him.

It was a girl. Her hair was long and a strange, light turquoise color that contrasted the night sky behind her. Her eyes were the same blue, only a shade darker, and her skin did seem to shine under the moonlight. She reminded Harry of something, but he couldn't quite figure out what.

He finally took her hand after a very soft "Vas-y (1)" coming from her. He didn't know what that meant but he was pretty sure she was encouraging him to hurry. Once he was up, he noticed she was very short, shorted than Ed, even, which lead him to think she must be very young.

She looked at him over once before stepping away to help Draco.

Harry couldn't help but stare at the tiny girl. That familiarity he saw in her was bugging him much more than it should have, but he just couldn't shake the idea that he had seen her somewhere before…

Malfoy looked around confused, meeting the girl's blue eyes. "Are you a… mermaid?" he finally said before dozing into unconsciousness.

Oh! So that's it.


Damn that Potter! Damn him! Damn him! Damn him!

Disappearing just like that! And on his watch! Hohenheim could have warned him about how reckless the brat was! Just wait until he found him…

Ed ran through the deepest parts of Diagon Alley, where shops were replaced by homes, and hardly anyone was around.

"I'm not his freaking baby-sitter!"

He stopped.

He was standing in the middle of the street in one of the trashiest parts of the Alley, when a second later he dropped to his knees, grabbing his head with both hands, fearing it was going to explode.

His eyes couldn't see the alley anymore. Instead, he was standing at an office, looking down at a man sitting in front of him, behind a big desk. The image was blurry, but he could see the man's neat, blue uniform, and raven black hair. The smirk didn't pass unaccounted for either.

"I'm not your baby-sitter, Fullmetal. And this is not a game." The man's deep voice brought a ring to his ears.

Without thinking, he started to answer. "Baka taisa…(2)"

Slowly, the clean office faded from his vision, and he found himself back in the dirty street. But this time, a pair of emerald green eyes came along with it.

"Ed!... Ed, are you okay?" Harry asked for the millionth time, and Edward realised he was holding him up on his knees with his hands on his shoulders.

The alchemist felt disoriented at first, but once the last effects of the vision were over, he remembered just how angry he was at the wizard.

"BAKA!!!" He screamed, hitting Harry on the head.


(1).- Come on.

(2).- Stupid coronel