This is manga and brotherhood based but I also watched the anime before brotherhood, please forgive mistakes. I don't own FMA or HP but the moment I meet a genie then those things will change. Also I would really appreciate it if you would review! NO FLMAES UNLESS YOU ARE COLONEL MUSTANG!
"What's the Order of the Phoenix?" Harry began, staring at the piece of parchment in his hand.
The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix
May be found at number twelve Grimmauld Place, London.
"Not here boy! Wait till we're inside!" Growled Mad-eye Moody, yanking the paper out of his grip. Touching his wand to it lightly, he incinerated it, and let the message curl into ash as it fluttered to the ground. Harry began looking around at the houses again. They were standing outside number eleven, next to number thirteen; there was no number twelve.
"Think about what you've just memorized Harry," Lupin said, his voice mild in contrast to Moody's harsh mutters. Harry thought, reviewing the words carefully as he stared at the place where the house should be. Slowly, so slowly that at first Harry could not be sure that anything was happening, the space began to stretch; number twelve billowed out of the ground with deliberate ease. The door was battered, and the walls were grimy and grey.
Moody pulled him in, grumbling about his dawdling. The locks echoed with loud metallic clicks and the door creaked open sluggishly.
"Go straight up the stairs, quietly, to the room where Hermione and Ron are. Be careful not to touch the walls, someone will come to get you in a few minutes." ordered Lupin, shooing him with his hands. Harry obeyed, walking silently over the threadbare carpet. The soft hiss of gas lamps sputtered into life as he walked by, casting insubstantial light over crooked portraits over age-blackened wall paper.
Harry pushed open the door on his left, edging through as a dirty, cross, house-elf scuttled into the hallway behind him muttering, "Blood traitors and mud-bloods and filth. Dirtying the house of my Mistress, oh if she knew…"
A large quantity of brown curls obscured his vision, Hermione practically bowling him over with a forceful hug.
After greetings, an exchange of information and quite a lot of yelling on Harry's part came a loud crack as Ron's brothers Fred and George apparated into the room. "Hello Harry," said George, beaming at him. "We thought we heard your dulcet tones."
"You don't want to bottle up your anger like that, Harry, let it all out." Said Fred smiling brightly. "There might be a couple of people fifty miles away who didn't hear you." Harry rolled his eyes, sitting down on the bed grumpily.
"The meeting's over," called Mrs. Weasley. "You can come down and have dinner now; everyone's dying to see you, Harry."
Everyone piled into the hallway, streaming down the stairs toward the basement kitchen. Crash!
"TONKS!" Cried Mrs. Weasley, glaring exasperatedly at the young witch with bubble-gum pink hair.
"I'm sorry, Molly" Wailed Tonks, one of the witches who had come to get Harry from his Aunt and Uncle's. "It's that stupid umbrella stand, that's the second time I've tripped over-"
But the rest of her words were drowned by a horrible, earsplitting, blood curdling screech. The moth-eaten velvet curtains Harry had passed earlier flew apart. A woman was painted on the canvas behind them; but an uglier or louder portrait Harry had never seen. The woman was shouting, screaming her head off as if she were being tortured.
"Shut up, you horrible old hag, shut UP!" Roared a tall man with long, black hair, racing into the hallway his wand out-stretched. With a tremendous effort, and quite a bit of swearing, he and Mr. Weasley managed to close the curtains.
"Sirius!" Harry ran to hug his godfather who, after finally drawing his eyes away from the now quiet portrait, was grinning at him.
"Hello, Harry, I see you've met my mother." As Sirius spoke a scream that did not belong to Mrs. Black, came through the door.
"What the…" Said Harry, racing to the door. Sirius, threw open the door as everyone crowded in behind Harry. Two people were fighting in the courtyard.
The taller of them had dark brown skin, marred by a cross-shaped scar over his face. He wore a yellow shirt and dark colored glasses and was apparently trying to kill the other kid.
"You will be punished for your sins Fullmetal Alchemist!" The man screamed, reaching outward with a tattooed arm. The boy he was fighting leapt back, scooting out of the way of his attack.
"Why are you coming after me? What did I ever do to make enemies?!" The boy ducked again, his crimson coat billowing as he did. "Okay bad question, but nothing bad enough to kill me over!" He had long blonde hair that was pulled back into a braid; the color matched his golden eyes.
The man leapt forward again catching the boy, who couldn't be more than thirteen, by the wrist.
"What's going on?" Called a sedate voice that Harry recognized. He turned, Dumbledore was standing behind everyone. "Have the Elric brothers arrived?"
"The who brothers?" Asked Ron, nonplussed, "I don't know about that, but some mate is out there practically being killed a very creepy scarred man."
"What?"asked Dumbledore, hurrying to the step. Everyone followed peering out again at the strange scene.
"By clasping your hands you make an array with your body and circulate the transmutation within," said the scarred man as the boy tried to yank his arm back, "That is your weakness and without this sinful arm you can't transmute quickly." Red lightning shone around the two and the boy's arm exploded.
The boy screamed, clutching at shoulder as he fell back in a shower of broken metal. Dumbledore stepped out, fury blazing in his eyes as he drew his wand. Harry, Ron, Sirius, and Lupin, followed him, also drawing their wands.
Dumbledore fired a curse at the man, who turned, shocked to see the wizards practically
"The boy!" shouted Ginny, hurrying from behind everybody to the boy who was lying still on the pavement, where his blood was pooling.
"Brother!"cried an anguished voice from the square. There was no one there, just a pile of half-destroyed Armor.
Dumbledore knelt by the boy, turning him over so that he could see his face. "What is your name?" He asked urgently, drawing the attention of the diminutive figure.
"Edward," He croaked, putting a hand to his empty shoulder, "Edward Elric. It's empty; did my auto-mail break again? Winry's going toll me… should take away her wrenches… till she promises… not… to… kill me…" The boy grew limp, his eyes closing.
"Brother! No! Don't give up! You can't!!" The voice seemed to be coming from the armor.
"Remus," Dumbledore called to Lupin, "Get Edward inside, have Mrs. Weasley stop the bleeding. I will be in a moment." Quickly he walked over to the armor, "Alphonse, we have to help your brother but first I need to know if you are in any immediate danger?"
Alphonse shook his head, staring at his brother worriedly. With a flick of Dumbledore's wand, he was scooped up into the air and levitated into the house. The muggles hadn't noticed a thing.
"Brother?" He called as soon as he saw him. Edward was lying on a bed Mrs. Weasley had conjured in the entry way. Blood soaked the sheets but he had stopped bleeding.
Mrs. Weasley looked up at him, "I've stopped the bleeding Dumbledore but…" She looked sadly down at Ed, "There's no chance of replacing his arm, not once it has been completely separated from his body."
Dumbledore's slight chuckle drew every eye, "My dear Molly, You wouldn't have been able to anyway. You see Mr. Elric here hasn't had a flesh and blood right arm since he was eleven." Every one gasped and stared at the boy.
Al didn't say anything, even though he knew Ed would've thrown a fit if he knew that they were talking about his auto-mail.
"Wait!" said Alphonse suddenly, interrupting what Dumbledore was about to say, "wait… if his shoulder's bleeding, does that mean Scar destroyed the port too?!" his tone was worried.
The red-haired Ron asked, "What's the port?" He stared as Dumbledore moved the sheet to look at the shirtless boy. Although riddled with the scars from the surgery, the metal that had attached Ed's arm to his body was missing.
"I'm sorry," Dumbledore said to Al, "It is, he will have to have the surgery again." To everyone else he explained, "Auto-mail is a very advanced kind of prosthetic. It is extremely difficult to make and even more difficult to get used to. The surgery alone that allows you to wear it, well, it lasts for hours and, from what I'm told, is equivalent in pain to being hit by the cruciatus curse."
Everyone drew silent at this, staring awestruck at Ed. "And he went through that at eleven?!" asked Sirius incredulously.
"Not just that," said Al, not wanting this to be a secret that would just cause Ed more problems later on, "his left-leg is automail too. That was his punishment for our mistake. He gave up his arm in order to save me."
Alphonse was glad when no one asked about what the mistake had been.
Lupin looked at Dumbledore, who seemed to be lost in thought, "But you were waiting for him, why?"
Dumbledore smiled, "As you know, we have an interesting teaching situation at Hogwarts right now," Lupin nodded, and by now every eye was trained on Dumbledore, "He has come under orders from his superiors not to return until he has graduated, to both be a student and a teacher. Edward will be teaching a voluntary class on alchemy every Saturday. His brother, due to peculiar circumstances, can't start Hogwarts this year, although I hope that he will be able to next year."
"Superiors? Alchemy? Explain, please." Said Harry, shaking his head in confusion.
Alphonse was the one who answered, "Brother and I are trying to figure out a way to get our bodies back to normal using Alchemy, we only just found out that magic existed at all but we have been using alchemy since we were really little, after our dad left it was one of the few things that would make mom smile. Once he had recovered from his surgery Edward applied to the military as a State Alchemist. He's the youngest they have ever had; he got in when he was twelve."
"What-" Hermione started to ask in a small voice but Dumbledore cut across her, turning to Alphonse.
"I need to call his mechanic; can you help me get a hold of her? Mrs. Weasley, please take Edward up to a bedroom." Molly nodded, levitating him up the stairs.
Once Dumbledore and Alphonse had returned Dumbledore told Mrs. Weasley, "Edward's mechanic and friend will be here in a few minutes to help him, if you could please make sure that everyone knows that they are not to mention any of the discussion's that have taken place about him to him, I need to go." Molly nodded, shooing everyone into the kitchen as she explained.
"Do you want something to eat Alphonse?" Said Mrs. Weasley, happy to have someone to mother. Alphonse shook his head and looked down.
"Sorry, I'm sure it is very good but, I can't." He said, turning so she could see the hollow inside of his armor. Mrs. Weasley sighed, staring at him glumly.
"Ah, well… When the two of you complete your goal and have your bodies back, you will just have to come over for tea sometime." She had taken an immediate liking to the quiet boy. He was sitting in the corner, staring up at the ceiling. "I'm sure your brother will be all right."
Alphonse looked at her sadly, "I know he will eventually… but this is my fault. If I had been more careful, then I could have helped him…"
"You couldn't have done anything." Said Sirius, crouching down next to the boy, "He knew that and he kept trying to draw the fight away from you so you wouldn't get hurt. It was a loving thing to do." He tried to put a comforting hand on Al's shoulder.
The door to the hallway slammed open and an angry voice called, " ED IF YOU BROKE MY AUTOMAIL AGAIN THAN I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Alphonse jumped, turning to look at the door. "WHERE ARE YOU?"
Come on you know what to do R and R