The following is a crossover between Harry Potter and Fullmetal Alchemist. The author should note that he owns the rights to neither of these, nor will he obtain them in the foreseeable future. In the context of the story, it concerns events occurring in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, from the point at which Harry gains possession of the sword of Godric Gryffindor. Relative to the Fullmetal Alchemist, the events are an alternative telling of what happened after Edward attempted to restore his brother to his original form.

The following is for those who are not familiar with either story. Others may feel free to begin reading the story itself.

Harry Potter, at this point, is searching for the Horocruxes, ordinary objects that the Dark Lord, Voldemort, has imbued with parts of his own soul. As long as one of these are intact, Voldemort cannot die. At this point, Harry is in possession of one of these, a locket. Once Harry destroys all of these, he can then face Voldemort and fulfill the prophecy. The prophecy does not insure that he will defeat Voldemort. Only that he can. But Harry has a power that Voldemort knows nothing of. Albus Dumbledore, the late Headmaster of Hogwarts School, said that this power was Harry's capacity to love.

Edward Elric is the Fullmetal Alchemist. His right arm and left leg are automail, an advanced form of prosthetic limb. His brother, Alphonse, is a seven foot tall suit of armour. When they were very young, their father left home. As they grew older, their mother sickened and died. For their own reasons, they managed to obtain a tutor and learn alchemy.

When Ed was twelve and Al was ten, they set their plan into motion. They obtained the ingredients that make up the human body and placed them in a transmutation circle. Then they attempted a human transformation. They tried to bring their mother back from the dead.

Something came, but it wasn't their mother. And Al's body was dragged into the vortex that was created and it was consumed. Ed was lucky. He only lost his left leg. But he also gained knowledge in the process. And he used this knowledge to force his brother's soul back through the vortex and anchor it to a suit of armour. This action cost him his right arm.

Four years later, Ed and Al came into possession of the Philosopher's Stone, an artifact which permitted the bearer to use alchemy while ignoring its laws. But Ed was killed in the process. As the story begins, Al has used the stone in an effort to restore his brother to his body.



The first rule of Alchemy: Equivalent Exchange

To gain, something of equal value must be lost.

There are many ways to describe it. A portal. A glowing light. A beacon. In the minds of the Elric brothers it was always pictured as a gate. Through the gate, envisioned as a great door which led to truth, chaos, evil, the void, there existed, for lack of better words, the lost souls. But if someone went through who was not dead, and if they were very lucky, they could go through that door and out the other side. Edward had done this on one occasion. He encountered a world without alchemy. But it was also a world at war.

Edward had died and stood before the gate once more. But his brother, Alphonse, had the means to follow him. And to send him back to the world of the living, taking his place. This was something Edward could not accept. If one of them had to die, it should be him.

So they fought. Only one could go back and each had chosen the other. Neither would concede. And as they fought, the gate opened and swallowed them. Despite the chaos around them, they still fought each other. It was not a physical battle because the physical made no sense in this plane of existence. But their fighting did have a significant result. They did not pass directly through the void to that other world , nor did they return to their own world. To use an analogy, they both left by a side door.

Day One: Morning

Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister for Magic, sat in his appointed place and sighed. The worst thing about the aftermath of the War were the trials of the accused. While he would council for leniency in many cases, there were still more than a few that demanded the strongest action. This case was one of the worst. The only good fortune in this case was that the prisoner had shown that he did not even care to defend himself. The trial would only be a formality.

The Minister called the Wizengamut to order. He then called for the defendant to be brought in. A young man, barely an adult, was placed in the witness chair, his chains secure. Small of stature. Long, blond hair tied back in an intricate braid. His most striking feature were his right arm and left leg. They were made of metal. Metal that was enhanced to act as normal limbs. Kingsley eyed him carefully, then read the charges.

"Edward Elric," the Minister intoned, "you are accused of the use of the Dark Arts, possession of dark materials, subversion of others to your methods and, lastly, of murder. How do you plead?"

The young man laughed. "Oh, Am I supposed to answer? Gee, this is real tough. I think I'll plead, um, let me think . . . Guilty," the young man smiled with sarcasm. "At least I can save myself from being bored to death by you people telling me how horrible I am before you get around to convicting me."

His smile grew as not a few wizards and witches muttered to each other. The most common remark was that he deserved worse, although what could be worse than what he faced. At least they gave him a farce of a trial. Al wouldn't even get that. He looked to the Minister as a gavel banged.

"It is the decision of the Wizengamut that the condemned be sentenced to spend the rest of his days in Azkaban prison with no hope . . ."

The door to the chamber could be heard opening. Everyone had been as quiet as possible to hear the sentencing. The door closed. As Minister Shacklebolt said the word, "hope", he was interrupted by a man saying, "Excuse me, Kingsley."

Minister Shacklebolt looked surprised at the familiarity in such a setting. His surprise increased as he recognized the man who was addressing him.

"Arthur Weasley, this is a formal proceeding. I must insist on being addressed properly. And I must ask you to wait until this case is concluded before you approach the Wizengamut."

"I couldn't do that, Ki . . . Minister," Arthur said as he stepped forward toward the prisoner. Both the spectators and the Wizard's Council were talking amongst themselves about what was going on. Arthur Weasley patiently waited until the noise died down sufficiently so that he could be heard.

"I'm here to defend the boy."

"The boy has already pleaded guilty."

Arthur broke out in a grin that would have made his sons proud. "There you have it. Not Guilty by reason of insanity." His tone became serious. "The boy clearly did nothing that would require him to confess to any crime. And he did nothing wrong that he has not already punished himself for. As council for the defendant, I wish to submit a plea of not guilty to all charges."

Kingsley Shacklebolt sighed. He had expected this trial to be short. It now threatened to take a very long time. "The Council recognizes Arthur Weasley as defense council for the accused. The previous plea will be stricken from the records and a plea of not guilty will be entered in its place." With a frown he addressed Arthur directly. "Which charge do you wish to answer first?"

Arthur Weasley stood next to Ed and placed a comforting hand on the confused boy's shoulder. "I think all of them at once." He paused, "Yes, I think that is the right answer. Minister, I wish to present witnesses to all of the events that have occurred since the prisoner arrived in our world."

Kingsley eyed his friend carefully. "Our World."

Arthur's smile held. "Yes, Edward Elric comes from another world."

Kingsley stared in surprise. Nor was he the only one. Arthur Weasley had unwittingly created a stir by such a bold statement. Then he recognized the man's smug grin and corrected himself. The effort was deliberate. He banged his gavel and called the Wizangamut to order.

"Do you know which world he came from?"

"No," Arthur admitted, "And it doesn't really matter, He is here and, for many reasons, he will never be able to return. The point is that he came here as a stranger with no knowledge of our ways. It is by his actions we must judge him . . ." He held up his hands for quiet as several wizards and witches voiced their opinions that they were quite prepared to do that. "But it is important that we know exactly what he did."

"We know, already," someone shouted.

"You don't," Arthur insisted. He glared at the members of the Wizengamut as some snickered and a few laughed outright. In an angry voice he asked, "Then tell me. Anyone. What did he do on his very first day in our world." His anger disappeared and the Weasley smile returned. "I call the first witness, the first person to meet the prisoner. Ronald Weasley, please step into the witness box."

A tall red-haired boy rose from his seat when his name was called. He walked forward and entered the witness box. Arthur and he shared grins while Edward Elric looked at them with curiosity, a look that was shared by the members of the Wizengamut.

"Please state your full name for the record," Arthur said.

"Sure, Dad. Ronald Bilius Weasley."

Arthur rolled his eyes as a few wizards and witches laughed. "And would you tell everyone where you first met the accused,"

"The Forest of Dean," Ron said. Arthur nodded to him and Ron begin to relate the events of that first night."


Ed woke at the sound of Al's voice and opened his eyes. It was dark, but the small campfire gave sufficient light. Ed could tell he was surrounded by trees. They were in a forest, somewhere. Ed looked at his brother. "How'd you get a fire going?" he asked softly.

"Alchemy," Al explained, pointing to the circle that the fire sat within.

"But Alchemy doesn't . . ." Ed started to explain that alchemy didn't work in the other world, but the transmutation circle could only mean one thing: They had not arrived there. He assumed that they must still be in their own world, although he could not say where. He quickly took stock of the situation. Al was still the same. He was still a seven foot tall suit of armor. Ed checked his right arm and left leg. Briefly, he had hoped he was whole again, but he was also the same. The arm and leg were still metal. Ed sighed.

"I guess we're right back where we started. Except now we're lost. And we even lost the Philosopher's Stone."

"But we're together, Brother. That's all that matters."

Ed was about to argue when he heard the noise. Al heard it too and instinctively put out the fire with his iron hands. They stood up and inched their way through the trees until they reached a clearing. At the other end they saw a human figure following what looked like a deer that was glowing white. Ed and Al stepped forward, then stopped suddenly. A few yards away, staring at them (at Al) in shock, was a tall young man close to Ed's age.

They stared at each other for what seemed like years until they were distracted by a sound of something cracking followed by the sound of a splash. Without hesitation, all three began running.

"We found Harry," Ron said, "That's Harry Potter, floating face down in the freezing water of a pond. In his hand was clutched the Sword of Godric Gryffindor. It was Alphonse Elric who pulled him out, although I didn't know their names, yet. I tried to revive Harry but he was dead."

"Dead?" Kingsley Shacklebolt asked. Many in the chamber were expressing their surprise. They had all heard of or seen the Chosen One in action since that time. The trial had given everyone their second surprise in only a few minutes. The tale they were being told was definitely a strange one.

"Yes, Sir," Ron replied. "I remember going barmy for a bit, shouting at Harry to get up. Then I yelled at Ed and Al, telling them it was their fault, how he was the Chosen One, how Voldemort was sure to win. Then they started hacking at the ground."

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Ron asked as the two strangers began making an outline in the frozen ground.

"It's your lucky day, buddy," The blond boy said with forced cheerfulness. "We're going to bring your friend back."

"How?" Ron asked.

"Alchemy. This is a transmutation circle . . ." He noticed Ron's look of confusion. "Trust me on this. We'll explain later."

"Brother?" the armoured man asked, although he sounded young.

"You heard him, Al." The boy was serious. "Our coming here changed the fate of these people. If we didn't stop this guy, he'd probably have rescued his pal and they would've gone on to save the world. I'm betting this dead guy, Harry, hasn't gone through the gate yet. And I'm gonna take his place."

"Ed," the armoured boy, Al, said with anger. He stood up as the circle was completed and walked over to the dead boy, picking him up. "you don't have to play the hero. If someone has to be . . . you know . . . it should be me."

Suddenly, Ron understood what they were talking about, but he had to ask the question. "If someone has to what?"

Ed had taken a kneeling position at the edge of the transmutation circle. Al had already lain Harry's body inside the circle and was taking his position opposite his brother. It was Al who answered.

"Alchemy is based on Equivalent Exchange. To gain, something of equal value must be lost."

Ed nodded in agreement. "Look, buddy . . ."


"Okay, Ron, we can bring Harry's soul back but we have to leave a soul behind to take its place. And I'm feeling sacrificial today."

"Brother, it should be me."

"NO, AL. THIS IS ALL MY FAULT. I'll make it right."

"Um, listen mate," Ron interrupted, "I happen to know where there's a spare soul." He pointed at the locket that was still around Harry's neck. He saw Ed's confused look and couldn't help himself. "Trust me on this. I'll explain later."

"And it worked," Ron said, cheerfully.

As Ron stepped out of the witness box, one wizard, Amos Diggory, spoke up. "Minister, this testimony is spurious at the least. The Weasley family's relationship with the prisoner is well know. Despite my personal knowledge of the man's integrity, I would like to hear from a more reliable witness."

Ed watched from his position with curiosity. He knew from talking with Ron's sister, Ginny, that the wizard who was speaking was a neighbor and close friend of their family. Then he saw it. Diggory gave Arthur Weasley a curious look. Ed smiled. Diggory was a friend. He was trying to emphasize the weakest point in the defense, hoping he was correct about what was to come next. As Diggory demanded a more reliable witness, Arthur said he had one. "I call Harry Potter." He turned back to the Wizengamut. "He was also there, Amos. Remember?"

Ed turned to look as Harry walked up. In less than a year, he had grown considerable. Not in height, but in bearing. He carried himself with much more confidence than he had the first time they met.

"For the record, please state your full name," Arthur said easily.

"Harry James Potter."

"Please tell us, in your own words, what happened in the Forest of Dean on the night you first met the accused."

Harry nodded his head. He began by explaining that he was keeping watch when he noticed a patronus in the shape of a doe. He knew, now, that this was the work of the late headmaster, Severus Snape, who was trying to deliver the sword of Godric Gryffindor as his predecessor, Albus Dumbledore had requested. The nature of the sword required an heroic act in order to obtain it. That is why it had been placed at the bottom of a shallow pond frozen over with ice. But, Harry admitted, he had made a mistake. A deadly mistake. He still had around his neck the horocrux. The locket which was possessed with a part of Voldemort's soul. It weighed him down with its dark magic so that he was unable to raise himself above the water. He added that drowning was a terrible way to die.

"It was when I knew I was dead that I found myself surrounded by light. In front of me was a . . . gate. That's the best I can describe it. Two giant doors surrounded by nothing . . ."

"What is this?" Voldemort asked when he suddenly found himself in the company of a small boy and a large armoured man. Another figure, a young man with black hair was some short distance in front of him.

"This is the gate of ultimate truth, my lord," Edward said smoothly. "To pass through it is to gain all the knowledge that the world has to offer."

"Knowledge?" The idea excited the Dark Lord. If it was true.

"We didn't mean to drag you here so suddenly, Master," Ed continued in his most convincing tone. "But that man there, he's Harry Potter. He found his way here before we could complete our plans to come to you. That is why we had to rush. If he passes through the gate first . . ."

"I understand," Voldemort told him. "He will gain the knowledge to defeat me. But . . . how do I know I can trust you."

"Because," Ed explained, "when the gate opens, he'll try to walk in. We'll hold him back. That way, the knowledge will go to the one who deserves it, the one who knows how to use it. It is all we can do to help you, Master."

Voldemort smiled as he waited for these two to prove themselves. When the gate opened, Harry Potter did try to walk forward. The boy and the armoured man both ran forward and grabbed Potter, forcing him backward. Voldemort, satisfied that they had told him the truth, stepped forward.

It was as he was almost to the gate that Voldemort looked back. His intention was to give Potter a gloating look, to let the boy know that he had failed. But the Dark Lord stopped to stare. As he recognized the true nature of the dual souls of the boy, he realized the trap. This was not a portal of knowledge. It was a chamber of death. At the last instant he chose to walk away. But he could not.

Tendrils of death had reached out from behind the gate and ensnared him. Against his will, he was dragged inward. The gate closed behind him without a sound. And the souls of three young men returned to the earthly plane and to their bodies.

"I think I was more surprised than Ron when I suddenly opened my eyes," Harry told the gathering.

Kingsley Shacklebolt interrupted with a question. "You said Voldemort, the part of his soul that was in the horocrux, looked surprised when he looked back at you?"

"Yes, Minister. I did not know this at the time, although it should have been obvious, but I also possessed a piece of Voldemort's soul. It was only later that I realized I was also a horocrux. I think he saw this when he looked at me. Fortunately, by then it was too late for him to do anything."

Harry paused for the outburst that was to come. And it came with a vengeance. Wizards and witches were shouting all at once. It was with an anger backed by the repugnance of what they heard, that they returned to silence.

"Continue, Harry," Arthur said calmly.

"I should tell you, Minister, that was why I went to meet Voldemort during the battle of Hogwarts. I needed to sacrifice myself in order to destroy the Horocrux, so that Voldemort himself could be destroyed. And I was lucky again. Because of my mother's sacrifice when I was first attacked, I did survive the killing curse again. And because Voldemort was not protected, the part of his soul within me was destroyed."

"And how do we know you're telling the truth about that," one wizard shouted.

"Because Voldemort IS dead," Arthur Weasley answered angrily, "and we should all be thankful that Harry was smart enough to figure out what happened to him. And brave enough to do something about it." He lowered his head as though embarrassed. "He was in Gryffindor, after all."

The Minister banged his gavel for silence. "It is no crime to discover a horocrux and to destroy it. Even under such . . . unfortunate . . . circumstances. We must commend Mister Potter for his actions, and we do understand and accept why he has not revealed this information prior to this hearing."

Kingsley looked around. "I think this would be a good time to call a recess. We will reconvene in one hour."