Of Alchemy and Magic


Chapter 1


Hello there!

Yes, I started writing another story. No, my other one is not discontinued. I have half of the next chapter for it written, but I'm a bit stuck at the moment. This idea randomly popped into my head one night, and I figured I might as well write it down and see where it takes me. Having completed the first chapter, I thought I could use this story/idea to help better my writing skills.

I'm not sure where it's going yet, but I have a vague idea how I want the first two or three chapters.

This chapter is roughly 9 pages typed out, and I'm hoping all the other chapters will be as well. That's my goal anyway...

So, as you may have noticed, this is a Fullmetal Alchemist/Harry Potter crossover. And yes, it will be Roy/Ed. No there will not be any hot sex scenes, as I have absolutely no confidence in writing such a scene (you'd think i would, being married and all... XD). There will be implications of such things though, and of course, foul language.

I hope you enjoy it. I wrote most of it in one sitting.

Thanks!

[EDIT] I have rewritten part of this chapter, as parts of it just didn't seem enough to me. Chapter 2 is almost complete :)



The battle had been raging for over two hours now. Debris from several alchemic reactions scattered the ground as the two figures fought, no more than a few seconds passing between each attack, their bodies twisting and jumping in every direction as they tried to kill each other. If anyone had happened upon them, they would have thought it was a show, except for the pure hatred that emitted from them. Blue flashes of alchemy whizzed like lightening through the air, creating spikes from the ground, which shot through the air toward the nimble shape-shifter and missed. Golden eyes darted toward the new location of his opponent, searching for his next move. Panting heavily, he paused for a brief moment to catch his breath. He was tired. The figure disappeared again, causing him to search frantically for his opponent, barely dodging as a spike was thrown his way.

"Is the chibi alchemist getting tired?" the shape-shifter mocked. "Perhaps I should just kill you now."

"You wish, Envy!" said alchemist, known as Edward Elric, shouted. "You're the one who's going to die!"

He clapped his hands together and slammed them on the ground, spikes shooting out toward Envy. He dodged two, but one slammed through his chest. Blood spurted from his mouth as he fell limp. Edward stopped to catch his breath again, barely noticing when the other started to twitch. His eyes darted up when the sound of laughter reached his ears. Envy lifted his head, blood still dripping from his mouth, and grinned manically at the blond alchemist.

"You think that's enough to kill me?" He laughed again. "You're going to have to do better than that!" He released himself from the spike, without even a flinch, and jumped toward Ed.

Not thinking twice, Ed grabbed a spear he had used earlier off the ground and drove it into Envy's chest.

"How many times am I going to have to kill you before you finally die, homunculus!"

Envy grabbed hold of the spear, breaking it from Edward's hands, shoving the end of through his shoulder. Ed yelped in pain, grabbing his shoulder.

It was clear that neither intended to give up so easily, and so the battle continued. Punches were thrown, alchemy created cages were made to try and catch the other, but neither expected the sudden fireball that unexpectedly caught Envy in its midst. Ed turned quickly, suddenly face to face with Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist.

"Didn't think I would miss all the fun, did you Fullmetal?" Mustang said as he stood in the open doorway, arm stretched out and fingers ready to snap. His uniform was tattered, showing several wounds from the fight that Edward was sure was continuing elsewhere. Blood dripped from his arm from a large gash, along with several other deep wounds along his torso. While he wore his usual sarcastic smirk, it wasn't hard to see the pain and exhaustion etched into his eyes.

"Dammit Roy! I told you not to come!" Ed shouted. "This is MY fight!"

"Where's Alphonse?" Roy questioned, ignoring Edward's glare.

"I told Rose to look after him. His body was too weak."

Manic laughter reached their ears, ending their short conversation. "Looks like the pipsqueak called his friends to help him." Envy jeered menacingly.

"I'M NOT SHORT!" Ed shouted angrily, clapping his hands and running at the homunculus, not noticing the spear he held.

"Ed! Look out!" Roy shouted as Ed unknowingly threw himself into a trap.

Envy thrust the spear aiming for Edward's torso, but barely missed, grazing his side, just as Ed stabbed him in the head with his automail arm. Panting heavily, Edward watched as Envy's body twitched slightly before reconstructing itself. Clapping and slamming his hands to the ground, he made another spear, making sure this one had a sturdier blade. The now reconstructed homunculi sat up, his neck cracking slightly, laughing.

"That wasn't very nice of you, o-chibi-chan." He prepared to spring. "It's a good thing I can't die, otherwise that would've killed me.

Growling, Edward made the first move, using the end of his spear as a sword, attacking the homunculus from as many angles as he could reach. "Some help would be nice, Mustang!" He yelled toward the other man as he dodged a blow to the face.

"I thought you didn't want my help!" Roy shouted back, looking for an opening.

"Just do it, you bastard!"

More debris fell around the two fighters as Ed made stone walls to deflect his opponent, each one breaking just as quickly as it was made. Another spike flew at the homunculus, grazing his face before crashing into the wall behind him. Seeing his opportunity, Roy snapped quickly just as Ed created another wall to block off Envy, successfully scorching him. The shriek he emitted lasted only a moment before he was laughing again, breaking through the stone wall and charging at the blonde alchemist, landing in a punch that sent him flying before hitting a wall. Grinning, Envy yanked Edward up by his hair.

"Survival of the fittest, o-chibi-chan." He sneered.

Edward grinned evilly as he kicked Envy in the face, causing him to stumble away. "You may be stronger than me," he spat the blood from his mouth, "but I know something you don't." Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a small cloth bag, dangling it in front of him, causing the shape shifter to growl slightly. "You know what this is, don't you? A piece of your previous life. All I have to do is trap you, transmute this, and you're finished." He glanced at Roy briefly, conveying the message to snap at the next opening. Understanding, Roy started to move closer in order to get a better shot, going unnoticed.

Envy growled and charged, causing Ed to drop the bag in order to defend himself. Envy was faster, grabbing the forgotten spear just as Ed clapped his hands and thrust it through his torso. A look of surprise was on Edward's face as he dropped to the ground, coughing up crimson blood.

"EDWARD!" Roy sprinted toward them, fingers at the ready as Envy removed the spear from the blonde and prepared to finish him off. He snapped, engulfing the green-haired creature in flames, sending him writhing to the ground. He grabbed the bag that Ed had dropped, knowing that while it was close to the homunculus, he wouldn't be able to regenerate as quickly. Kneeling to the ground and pulling Ed up into a sitting position, he placed a hand over the wound in his middle to try and slow the bleeding. Ripping the sleeve from his uniform, he used it to tie around him. "That will have to do until we can get out of here." He said quickly. "I'm not very good at medical alchemy, I don't want to make it worse."

Ed moved himself to sit on his knees, clutching his middle tightly as blood soaked through the makeshift bandage. "I have to finish this." He ground out. "Finish this bastard off for good." He drew a complicated transmutation circle using his blood and grabbed the bag from Roy and placing it inside.

"What are you-" Ed clapped his hands and pressed them on the circle, quickly activated and surrounded them all in a white light. Shielding his eyes, Roy blinked when they were suddenly in front of a very large black door. Only he and Edward were there, Envy being nowhere in sight, but the small blond was now unconscious and barely breathing. The black door, which Roy assumed was the Gate, suddenly creaked open, revealing hundreds of eerie purple eyes. No sound emitted from the chasm, but just as quickly as the door had opened, wavy black arms erupted from inside, pulling the two alchemists inside. Eyes widening, Roy instinctively grabbed the younger alchemist close to him as they were both hurled through the gate.


London, England; One of the many large and successful cities in Europe, with a fascinating and bloody history to go with it. With tales going as far back as the early Celts and Romans, fairy tales of King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table and sorcerer Merlin, it was no wonder the historic city had its fair share of people who gathered in the local pubs at night telling mad tales of magic, plagues, and adventure. Today, you would probably never know the city was once in control of the great Holy Roman Empire, the only remaining indicator being a piece of the great Roman wall that once surrounded the city.

With its religious battles, known as the Crusades, and its corrupt kings, England's history was indeed interesting. Its Renaissance, and slightly Gothic, architecture, dating back to the great fires of London in the 1600s, which destroyed most of the city, it was no wonder whispers of magic and sorcery were among the great tales. For the people had indeed blamed the fires on the Catholics and the so-called "witches" of London. Several public executions of Catholics, witch hunts and burnings started shortly after, though few actual witches or wizards were ever caught. Once science started delving further into the secrets of the world, magic was forgotten, and the burnings ended. Magic simply became a legend, told to scare children at night. Real witches and wizards went into hiding, preferring to keep their world hidden from others, and thus, created their own world of sorts. A city within a city, so to speak. The common city folk, muggles, as the wizard community now called them, had no idea this world existed within their very walls. Only those select few who had married into such families knew of its existence, and were of course sworn to secrecy.

And so, the wizarding world was kept, for the most part, peaceful. A few wizards got carried away, wanting to show off their skills, and briefly exposed the wizarding world. These events were swiftly taken care of, however, and peace was once again restored. That is, until the dark wizard Voldemort appeared. His killing spree lasted roughly two years before he was "destroyed". All was quiet again for the next fourteen years, though new events last year had clearly shown otherwise, with his return from death. The muggle world was kept in the dark. A small organized group of wizards, the Order of the Pheonix, as they were called, once again banded together to helped to keep these dealings quiet. They did of course operate without the Ministry of Magic's knowledge, but they organized to help defeat Voldemort once and for all.

On a quiet early Fall evening during a routine search of the area just outside of London, a few members of the Order were making their last rounds before heading back to headquarters when a bright light filled the sky. Shielding their eyes briefly, they caught sight of strange symbols weaving into a circle. Only one of the group, Albus Dumbledore, recognized the symbols as Alchemy. Erecting a barrier between them and the alchemic circle, he held out his hand to block the others with him from getting closer.

"Everyone! Stand back!" he cried.

The light quickly vanished as two figures fell from the sky, landing on the ground with a loud thud.

Roy Mustang felt himself hurl toward the ground, and steadied himself for impact, holding the blond close so as to break his fall. Closing his eyes tightly, he felt the impact, along with a cracking sound in his arm. Suddenly feeling very weak and nauseous, he didn't even bother trying to stand. Instead, he looked weakly at his surroundings. They were in a large field, surrounded on one side by a dark forest and what looked to be a city on the other. Looking for anyone in the area to help them, he noticed a group of individuals not far from where he and Edward lay, mouths wide open in shock and fear. Opening his mouth to speak, Roy felt his voice crack in a desperate attempt to get help.

"Please…" he cried desperately as he tried to stand. His eyesight was getting blurry as he felt his consciousness slipping. Falling over, he managed to get out "Please help him…" before everything went dark around him.

Shocked and unable to move, the group of wizards stared at the two newcomers as one of them cried for help before falling unconscious. Dumbledore was the first to react, walking swiftly toward them.

"Alastor, Remus, come give me a hand." Dumbledore requested. "Tonks, quickly prepare the portkey back to Grimmauld Place!"

The young witch, called Tonks, barely nodded before quickly setting to work on finding something suitable to return them to headquarters. The other two, a middle-aged, sickly looking wizard, Remus, ran after Dumbledore and immediately went to the younger of the two figures. The last, an older wizard with a magical eye and a chunk out of his nose, stared suspiciously at them.

"Should we be helping these two? We don't know if they're working for Voldemort. It could be a trap." He stated in a grizzled voice.

"Alastor, these men are gravely injured. Whether they are one of ours or not makes no difference." Dumbledore replied calmly as he checked over the older alchemist. "He has several deep wounds and a broken arm, but I'm sure he'll be fine once we patch him up. What about his companion, Remus?"

"I won't know the extent of his injuries until we get him back to headquarters, but he needs attention quick." Remus replied as he carefully lifted the boy onto his back to carry him. "We need to hurry, or he might die."

Dumbledore nodded as Tonks ran up with a medium sized stick. "That will do nicely. Let us hurry." He steadied the man with one arm around his shoulders, taking care not to damage the broken limb further as he put a finger onto the portkey. The others followed suit, and with a crack, they were gone.

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Dinner was an extravagant affair that evening. Harry Potter, who had just been cleared of all charges of underage magic against him during his hearing at the Ministry, could finally relax and enjoy the company of his friends and godfather. Though the kitchen hadn't been used in over a decade, Mrs. Weasley had no problems cooking up a feast for the occasion. Stuffed Cornish hens were roasted with potatoes and carrots, served with steaming mashed potatoes and gravy, along with a wonderful side of bread pudding. There were also freshly baked rolls and a large salad on the table, which was quickly devoured by those at the table. The owner of the home, Sirius Black, had done his best to tidy up the home for the Order, saying this was the least he could do for them, as he was still a fugitive and couldn't help hunt down the Death Eaters. The house still needed quite a bit of work, but for now, it was a safe haven for those of the Order. Those at the table included his friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, Weasley twins Fred and George, his godfather Sirius, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Several conversations were going on at once, the room filling with laughter and the sound of clanking silverware.

Harry was just laughing at a joke told by the Weasley twins when the front door suddenly opened with a bang and loud voices were heard.

"What's going on?" Harry's friend Ron wondered aloud as he chewed on a roll.

Tonks' head poked through the kitchen door. "Molly, we need some assistance, quick!"

Everyone rushed from the table into the entrance hall to see Remus and Dumbledore supporting two heavily wounded figures. Gasps were heard from the group as Dumbledore turned to Mrs. Weasley.

"Molly, is there a room we could put these two in?" Dumbledore asked. "These two need medical attention immediately."

"Y-yes! Of course!" She rushed up the stairs and opened the first door where two medium sized beds were made. Standing out of the way as Remus and Dumbledore placed the two men on the beds, she stuttered, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Please get us as many bandages as you can and some hot water." Remus called out as he started taking off the blonde's jacket and shirt. Mrs. Weasley hurried to fetch the items. "Good Lord!" Dumbledore!" Remus' eyes were glued to what appeared to be a metal arm on the blonde, which ran all the way up to his shoulder.

"A metal arm?" Dumbledore studied it for a second before looking at his many wounds. "His arm is something we can ask later, he looks to have been stabbed. You have to stop the bleeding." He ordered. The boy was breathing heavily, indicating he had a fever. Remus worked quick to clean up the blood around the wound, making sure to check for any other serious injuries.

"How is the other?" Remus asked as he worked.

"He has a few deep gashes, and his right arm appears to be broken. Once I mend the bones he should be fine." Dumbledore replied.

Mrs. Weasley returned quickly and set the bandages and water on the table in between the two beds. "What happened?!"

"We don't know." Alastor replied stiffly. "They suddenly appeared from the sky as we were making our final rounds."

"But this one looks so young!" she exclaimed, eyes on the blonde. "He could be Ron's age!"

"Molly," Remus turned toward her, "could you give me a hand?"

With Mrs. Weasley's help, Remus quickly closed the wounds on the blonde and bandaged him up tight, so they wouldn't reopen. Taking off the rest of his outer clothing, they placed him under the blankets and placed a cool wet cloth on his forehead. Dumbledore had finished taking care of the darker haired man and quickly conjured a sling for his arm.

"We'll need to keep an eye on the younger one." Remus remarked to Dumbledore. "He's running a high fever."

Dumbledore nodded. "Molly, I entrust their care to you. We have done all we can." Mrs. Weasley nodded. "I would like the rest of the household to please gather into the kitchen. Including Harry and the others."

As the rest of them filed out of the room, Mrs. Weasley conjured a chair beside the blonde's bedside and placed a fresh cloth on his forehead, making sure to keep it at a steady cool temperature, all the while wondering what on earth these two had been through to put them in such conditions.

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With everyone gathered at the table, Dumbledore turned to look at each person in turn. Their eyes held many questions, which hopefully would be answered.

"Before I explain about our new guests, I would like to apologize for interrupting your supper." Dumbledore said. "I know everyone here has questions, heaven knows I do, as we are not entirely sure of the situation ourselves."

"What happened out there? Surely not a Death Eater attack?" A red-headed, slightly balding man asked.

"No, Arthur. No Death Eaters were seen tonight. These two seemed to fall out of the sky. Though, I'm certain my companions tonight have no idea what the strange 'magic' was that brought them here, I have a feeling it was a form of alchemy."

A young girl raised her hand tentatively. "Yes, Miss Granger."

"What do you mean by alchemy? Isn't it supposed to be a dead art?"

"Not entirely, it would seem. However, this form of alchemy is the likes of which I have never seen before." Dumbledore paused to see if there were any more questions before he continued. "Arthur," he turned to the red-headed man again, "I have asked your wife to tend to our guests. They are gravely injured, and will most likely need 24/7 care for the time being. I hope you do not mind."

"Not at all. If it helps, I'm sure we can all take turns tending to them." Mr. Weasley said.

"I thank you, Arthur." Dumbledore nodded. "That is probably for the best. However, if one of them should awaken, please inform me straight away. I'm sure they will have many questions, but we should take care not to startle them. From their appearance, it appears they were in some sort of battle, and will most likely think they are going to be attacked. Now, I think I have taken up quite enough of your time, so I shall take my leave."

Hermione stood. "I'm going to see if Mrs. Weasley needs any help." Leaving the kitchen she walked quickly up the stairs.

"Well," Mr. Weasley said calmly, "I think it best we all went to bed. It's getting late. Off you go!"

There were several groans from the teens in the room as they slowly got up from the table.

"Looks like we're going to have our hands full for a while, eh Harry?" Ron whispered as they walked up the stairs to their room. "What do you reckon happened to them?"

"I dunno." Harry shrugged. "It might be as Dumbledore said, that they were in a battle."

"Don't think there are any battles going on around here though. Not that we've heard anyway." Ron said. "Though, since mum caught Fred and George with those extendable ears last week we haven't been able to hear much of anything, have we?"

"No, I suppose not." Harry agreed. "We better get to bed. You know how your mom is when it's light's out."

Turning out the lights, they climbed into bed, but Harry couldn't sleep.

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Mrs. Weasley placed another cool rag over the blonde's head. His fever had yet to go down, and seemed to steadily be getting worse. Sighing, she conjured some fresh cold water in the basin. Hearing a small knock on the door, she quickly walked over and opened it. "Hermione! Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"I…well, I wanted to see if you needed anything." Hermione said quickly, trying to catch a glimpse of the two strangers.

"I'm fine dear. I'll end up being with these two all night. The dark haired one seems to be okay, just exhausted. But the younger one…I'll need to keep watch over him all night. He's got a nasty fever." A worried look crossed her features briefly. "You should head to bed."

Hermione nodded and left the room quietly. Mrs. Weasley sighed as she walked back to her chair by the blonde's bed. Ringing out the rag in the basin of cold water, she placed it back on his head. His breathing was slightly ragged, and his metal hand occasionally gripped at the blanket, but that was the only movement. Mrs. Weasley patted the boy's head softly before settling back in her chair, preparing for the long night ahead.

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Roy groaned as he tried to wake, still feeling slightly lightheaded from passing through the Gate. Opening his eyes, he noticed he was in a slightly dark room, silently thanking whoever it was that closed the blinds. Rising slowly, he took a look around. There was one dresser, one window, and a small table between the two beds. Looking over at the second bed, he saw Edward, and instantly shot out of bed, ignoring the pain that shot through his body, and rushed to check on the blonde, barely taking notice of the sleeping woman in the chair next to the bed. Placing a hand on his head, he felt the clammy skin, indicating fever. He noticed he was heavily bandaged, but at least he was alive.

Slumping to the floor, he sighed. "Thank God." He whispered, holding his hand carefully. "Thank God you're alive."

Mrs. Weasley woke groggily. "Must've fallen asleep." She muttered. Raising her head to check on the two men, she was slightly startled to see the older, dark-haired one up and out of bed and looking at the younger one with a gentle look in his eyes. "You're awake!" Roy looked up, startled. "You shouldn't be out of bed yet!"

Mrs. Weasley went to go and help him back into bed when the man stopped her. "I'm fine." He said. "I'm more worried about Ed than I am about myself."

Nodding slowly, Mrs. Weasley took the rag from Edward's head and doused it with more cold water, ringing it out before replacing it on his head. "You don't have to do that. I can take over for you." Roy said, looking at her with a small smile. "You look like you could use a rest."

"B-but I was left in charge of taking care of him. It's no trouble." She stuttered.

"I insist." Roy stated firmly. "He's important to me. Go get yourself something to eat. I'll be fine." Mrs. Weasley nodded and quickly left the room, closing the door carefully on her way out. The blonde suddenly groaned, his eyes trying to open from sleep. Roy was at his side in an instant, grabbing his hand once again. "Edward!"

The blonde turned his head slowly and opened his eyes, which were still slightly hazy from the fever. "Roy…" he rasped out.

Roy touched his hand to his head gently. "Don't you ever do that to me again."

Edward tried to laugh, but it came out more like a wheeze. "It'll take…more than that…to kill me…you bastard." Roy chuckled. Even when seriously injured, the blonde tried to insult him. "Where…are we?"

"Never mind that." Roy said calmly. "We can worry about that later. Go back to sleep." Nodding, Ed closed his eyes and fell asleep once again. Sighing, Roy took the cloth from his head and ran it through the cold water, wiping the sweat from the blonde's face before replacing it on his head. Taking the seat that Mrs. Weasley had previously vacated, he began his vigil over the small alchemist. Still aching from the fall they took last night, he fought the sleep that begged to take him over, wanting to make sure that Ed was taken care of.

The fever that plagued Ed started to dissipate after about two hours, making Roy sigh with relief. For the first hour after he had woken, his fever had gotten worse. The teen's face had been flushed with bright red and a cold sweat had started, causing him to shiver, but it seemed as if it was finally starting to ebb away. Mrs. Weasley returned, opening the door softly, just as Roy was placing a new cool cloth to Ed's forehead. Roy glanced up at her, acknowledging her presence as she set a clean pair of pajamas on the table.

"How is he?" she asked.

"His fever has finally gone down considerably." He replied, his dark eyes never leaving the blonde's face. "I would wager when he wakes he will want something to eat." A small smile appeared on his face.

"That's wonderful!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. "I've just started making some stew for dinner. When he wakes, I shall bring up some for you both."

"Thank you for your kindness." Roy said, nodding his head in thanks. "I still have not caught your name."

She was about to respond when a soft groan was heard from the bed, and the blonde slowly opened his eyes. He noticed Roy looking at him with relief, and a woman he didn't recognize, who suddenly had a bright smile on her face.

Mrs. Weasley quickly turned her attention to him. "Oh dear! You're awake! I didn't think you would last the night!" Edward tried to grin at the woman. "Can I do anything to make you more comfortable? Maybe something to eat?" she fussed, her mothering instincts getting the better of her.

"Could you help me sit up?" he asked, his voice sounding slightly scratchy.

"I don't think you should be doing that much yet. You're still a bit feverish, and you had some horrible injuries." She looked at him worriedly.

"I'll be fine." He said, his voice sounding a bit better.

"If you insist." Mrs. Weasley carefully lifted him into a sitting position and placed the pillow behind him so he would be comfortable. "How's that, dear?"

"Thank you…uhh…"

"Molly Weasley." She replied, smiling. "I'll be back in a jiffy. I'll bring you a nice warm bowl of stew. I should let everyone know you're awake." Taking one last look at him to make sure he wasn't going to fall over, she rushed out the door, leaving the two alchemists alone.

Roy looked Edward over carefully. "You really should be lying down, you know. You had a pretty high fever for someone so small." He grinned.

Edward glared at him, not having the energy to yell. "I'm not short, you bastard."

Chuckling, Roy reached over and hugged him tightly, being careful of the bandages. "When I saw Envy stab you, I thought for sure I had lost you."

Edward smiled softly, wrapping his automail arm around the older man. "I told you, it would take more than this to kill me." He was about to pull away, when Roy's grip became tighter. "I'm not going anywhere, Roy. I'm right here." He said softly.

A cough was heard from the door, signaling Mrs. Weasley had returned. With her was Remus, Mr. Weasley, and Dumbledore. Both men looked over as the door opened. Roy stood up carefully and stood next to Edward's bed.

"Good evening!" Dumbledore said. "I'm surprised to see you both awake. You gave us quite a start last night. I see some introductions are in order. My name is Albus Dumbledore, this here," he indicated to the red-headed man, "is Arthur Weasley, and," indicating the other man, "Remus Lupin. You have already met Molly, of course."

"Colonel Roy Mustang."

"Edward Elric."

"Excellent. Now that introductions have been made, how about we tell you how we found you, and maybe you can help us understand how you arrived here." Dumbledore said.

"Would you like us to start first? Or would you like to?" Roy asked carefully.

Things were about to get complicated, he could tell.


And so ends the first chapter.

Thoughts? Ideas?

Chapter 2 coming shortly