This is my first fic. Thanks for reading. I will try not to waste your time. Hehehe. I have nothing against Harry Potter; I'm just in love with Ed and Mustang. Also this is a 5th year story. I realize that there are a lot of those but you have to admit, everyone love seeing Ed shit on Umbridge. I know I can't get enough.
Disclaimer: I have all the rights to Fullmetal Alchemist and Harry Potter. I don't know but did you catch my sarcasm? I am not rich therefore I do not own these things. If I were that good I wouldn't post my stuff on here.
Extra reference: They don't speak the same languages.
"Yeah," is the same language that the POV speaks from, whether it is English or Amestrian.
"Yeah," the opposite language that the POV character doesn't speak.
In normal POV "Yeah," is English and "Yeah," is Amestrian.
"So, Mr. Alchemist, you DID decide to come for him." The vast white space was terrifying but neither of them were budging. One felt to at home, the other could not afford to show weakness. The humanoid figure walked over to the blonde. "So are you going to break down crying? Are you going to tell me that I can take anything or everything for your little brother?"
The blonde alchemist turned and looked to his gate, "I am equivalent. My life for his life. I saw my theory for human transmutation wasn't wrong. I'm giving up my soul for his." His voice wavered.
"As much as I'd love to keep you here at the Gate I can't." If possible the figure's smile got wider.
"What the hell do you mean you can't?" The blonde was ready to punch him, but he decided against it. Punching the thing that could give his little brother back would not help his chances. "I drew the circle without flaw, I have the ingredients and my soul is the price for his. What is the problem?
"Well, I would rather have you do me equivalence. I want you to kill Tom Riddle. If you kill him I can give you your brother, and you get to live." Truth leaned against the Gate. "What do you say?"
"I'll do it." Ed said quietly. "But not for you! I'm only doing this for Al."
Truth laughed, "Well that's a relief! Those idiot wizards can't do anything right. I mean magic? I want something in return. Is that too much to ask?"
"Wait, magic? What do you mean?"
"There is a world on the other side of this Gate. I can't control it, but I watch it. They don't follow equivalent exchange, so I cannot make the pay. If this continues they will lead themselves to ruin. Now I leave you to your job, oh and don't worry, you'll have partner."
The Gate opened and pulled him through.
"I've been thinking about this for a long time. We've put all our trust in alchemy but in the end, what is it? Alchemy is the science of understanding the flow of matter, the process of comprehension, deconstruction and reconstruction. The world flows and so it must follow the laws. Everything circulates. Even death is a part of that circle. You must accept the flow. Teacher sure droned that into our heads didn't she? I thought I understood it. I didn't understand anything. Mom proves that. Now here I am again, desperately trying to figure out a way to do the impossible. I'm such a hopeless idiot. All this time and I haven't grown up one bit. I thought maybe the rain would wash away some of the gloom that's following me, but now every drop that hits my face is even more depressing."
"I don't even get that much. Without a body I can't feel the rain hitting my face. That's something I miss, all the time. I want to get my body back soon brother. I just want to be human again, even if it means going against the flow of the world and trying to do the impossible."
"You boy, you're the Fullmetal Alchemist Edward Elric correct?" A strange man walks through the rain and approaches the Elrics. He has an x shaped scar on his head.
Ed looks up. "Brother," Alphonse calls. He grabs Ed and pulls him out of the way. The strange man's hand lands where Ed's head used to be. Ed claps his hands and shoves them to the ground. A dust cloud rises, "What the hell is going on here?" The strange man walks through the dust.
'Who the hell is this guy? What does he want? This is bad. This is really bad.' Ed starts shaking. 'I have to run, now!' "Come on Al. Run for it!" They get up and run for the stairs. There is an explosion and they both go tumbling to the ground. "Al." Ed cried. "Brother!" The ground beneath them was falling. Al grabbed Ed's leg and heaved him onto the ledge."You can't escape me Fullmetal Alchemist." The scared man jumps from a higher ledge and lands in front of them.
Ed quickly transmutes his signature blade. Scar lunges, the young alchemist swipes. Both miss their mark. Ed counters with his blade sticking it in Scar's face but he grabs it. "I see, by clapping your hands you make an array with your body. Without this sinful arm you can't transmute quickly." The arm shatters and the prodigy falls to the ground.
The scarred man sticks out his hand and places it on Ed's head. "Brother!" Al cried. "You will pay for your sins."
"Will you leave my brother alone?"
"What?" Scar clearly looked taken back.
"Will you leave my brother alone? He's not a state alchemist I should be enough."
"No, brother, you're all I got remember? We're all we got." Al yelled, running foreword.
"I will give you a moment to pray."
"Sorry but I don't believe, stopped a long time ago."
Al jumped, pushing Scar's hand out of the way, but…
"No Al! Alphonse! Say something!"
The kind red eyes of Alphonse vanished and the armor shattered into pieces.
"Al!" Ed yelled again. Then he hears a voice.
"Put your hands in the air Scar we have you surrounded." The Flame Alchemist called out. Ed didn't even look up. He didn't care that Mustang was about to attack Scar (in the rain) he only cared about the lifeless, shattered armor that lie before him. "No Alphonse," he muttered. A tear rolled down his cheek.
"Ed?" It was Hawkeye. A coat was draped around his shoulders. "Ed?" she asked again. No response, then she realized, Ed was crying. She had never seen the boy so defeated. "Where is Alphonse?" she asked putting her hand on his shoulder.
The prodigy looked up with his tear streaked face, "Al is gone. He's gone. My only family is gone."
"Come on." She pulled him to his feet. "Gone forever, he didn't even have his body back. He died in a shell. It's my fault." He kept muttering.
Mustang ran to them. "Is the pipsqueak all right?" he asked sarcastically."This isn't the time Colonel." Hawkeye interrupted. Roy looked at Ed and listened to his muttering. It wasn't about being called short. It was about his brother.
"Look Fullmetal, I'm sorry." Ed didn't even acknowledge his presence. "Fullmetal your arm…" He looked down this time. His port was completely destroyed and bleeding profusely. "Winry's gonna kill me." He muttered. Then he passed out.
"Edward!" Roy and Risa called.
"Bring him to Central Headquarters, call his mechanic." Mustang ordered.
"Yes sir." The Hawk's Eye replied.
Ed was on Mustang's couch passed out. Winry was almost to Headquarters.
"So Alphonse is gone?" asked Feury. Hawkeye nodded. All of them glanced at Ed before returning to Hawkeyes attention, but before she could say anything else a stormy Winry walked in.
"Edward Elric what did you do to my precious automale?" No answer. "Edward?" Winry sounded worried now. Then she turned to Havoc, "Is he in here?" He nodded, and then pointed. The automale mechanic screeched in horror.
"Ed," she lightly shook him. His golden orbs fluttered open.
"Winry?" he questioned.
She pulled him into a hug. "You were fighting weren't you?" The young prodigy didn't say anything.
"You know you'll need the surgery again," Ed winced. "Do you want to get it over with?" He nodded.
"Be at the hospital in two hours." Nothing.
Mustang's entire team escorted him to the hospital. Their excuse was 'for protection' but Ed knew better.
A friendly nurse escorted them to a waiting room near the operating room. It was a six hour surgery so two of them took turns standing outside the door every half hour.
No noise was heard until an hour into it.
"You know Ed. You don't have anyone to be strong for. Not us, not them," Pinako nodded the door, "and," her voice quieted, "not Alphonse."
Ed found this to be true. He yelled in pain.
Havoc and Feury jumped at the sudden noise. It came again, and again. Each was more pained. Each was louder and soon it was too much for them to handle.
They left their post and refused to go back until it was their turn again. The screams now carried through the hallway and reach their ears.
Roy starred in disbelief. He had never known how painful automale had been. He didn't know the agony of the operation, but listening to Ed's screams he felt he understood. Or at least had a better idea.
"I won't make you go back. Come on Hawkeye." She nodded and followed him.
The screams were blasting through the operating room and hit them like grenade. Hawkeye's face was pained. Roy figured his was too. He wasn't a 'soulless bastard' as Ed so fondly called him. He had feelings and right now they felt sorry for him. Mental and physical pain all at once. All in one day. What kind of world is this?
One week later Ed stood in the middle of a giant, complex, transmutation circle.
"I'm going to bring you back Al. I swear."
Harry Potter was not happy with his current arrangements. He was stuck in the house after the stupid dementor attack. He didn't really understand how that happened. Why would there be dementors on Privet Drive? Now he was expelled from Hogwarts because they accused him of using magic pointlessly.
What the heck? Harry thought. He jumped of his bed and grabbed his wand.
The lock on his door slowly turned. "Potter, put that thing down!" a grumble came from the darkened doorway. 'Wait that sounded like…' "Come on, are you going to stand there all day?" The same voice asked. 'Yep, it was definitely Moody.'
"All right, Potter grab your stuff." He obeyed quickly.
As they walked outside Harry began asking questions. "What's happening, I thought I was expelled."
"Not yet, Dumbledore is staling." A pink haired girl answered. "Harry this is Nymphadora Tonks." Lupin introduced.
"Call me Tonks," she grumbled, her hair turned red. Harry nodded, climbing onto his broomstick.
"The next red light, we take off," Moody instructed. A red firework hit they sky and everyone took off.
"Where are we?" asked Harry as soon as they landed. "Read and memorize this." Was Moody's answer.
"What's the Order of-"
"Not here Potter."
Harry was silenced until he got into the house. It was dark and musty like most old houses.
"Filthy half-bloods," shrieked a painting. Seconds later Harry was enveloped in a bear hug by Mrs. Weasley. "What is this place?" he asked her.
"No time for that. Straight upstairs first door on your left." She nodded to the stairs.
When he walked into the dimly lit room someone gave him another hug. "Harry!" Hermione screeched. "We were so worried-"
Before she could continue a loud crash was heard from the kitchen.
"Uhh," I groaned. If Truth was going to have him kill someone he at least wanted to go through the Gate gently. I sat up, looking around. I did not like what I saw. A clean blue uniform was the first this I noticed around the terribly dark room. The next thing the he saw was the black messy hair. Damn it. Truth did not stick him with this bastard.
The man groaned then looked over to me. His coal black eyes were glaring, "What the hell happened?" I flinched away. Mustang had actually been kind to him this past week. He treated me like family and I felt guilty for breaking my word that I wouldn't do human transmutation.
"Ed where are we?" Mustang asked sternly.
"I'm sorry," I buried my face in my face in my hands. The severity of what I did hit me. "I'm sorry." I backed away from him.
I could hear him get up and walk towards me. I tensed, waiting to be scolded. But it didn't happen. He say down next to me and put his arm around, "Ed, its okay. Don't think about it now, we need to figure out where we are." I looked up, "But-" He shock his head.
"It's okay, let's just find out way out of here." He helped me up gave a half smile. But before we could do anything a group of people walked into the room.
"Who are you?" A very old man with a long white beard asked.
"Who are you?" Ed asked.
The old man smiled, his eyes twinkling, "I am Albus Dumbledore. Now who are you?"
I felt someone grab my arm. I turned to see Mustang, "Ed what language are they speaking?" Okay really Mustang? "Amestiran would did you think?" I rolled my eyes.
"Excuse me, but what exactly are you doing here, and what language is your friend speaking?"
They can't both be idiots can they? "I'm speaking Amestrian," I said slowly. The old man's eyebrows rose.
"That may be what you're speaking to him, but that's not what I'm speaking to you. We are speaking English." I raised my eyebrows. "What the heck? How am I speaking a language that I've never heard of?"
Another man, this one with an oddly shaped eye, walked over and pointed a stick in my face. "Who are you? How did you get here and where did you come from?"
I rubbed the back of my head sheepishly. "Look, I don't really know what's going on. You don't have anything to do with me unless your name is Tom Riddle." There was an intake of breath. "What, do you know him? I need to find him."
The old man lost the twinkle in his eyes. "What for?" He asked darkly.
"I have to kill him," I whispered. Then I turned to Mustang. "Look, I'm going to explain this quickly. Truth said that I have to kill Tom Riddle to get my brother back. I don't know why you're here and I he said that we're living in a different world and this one's apparently leading itself to ruin because they don't follow equivalent exchange." Mustang nodded, knowing I'd explain more later.
"Why do you need to kill He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?" 'Dumbledore' (what an odd name) asked.
"I was sent to kill him and in exchange for his life my brother will come back." I shifted uncomfortably. "It's not-" the world seemed to fall around me and whiteness replaced it.
"Mr. Alchemist, as much as I hate to admit it, I forgot to tell you a few things. Firstly Mr. Flame Alchemist came with you because you would need help and just you going to kill a man with multiple soul fragments wasn't a perfect exchange. Then I was feeling generous, so I let you have the knowledge of their language while you passed through the Gate. Mr. Flame Alchemist lets no one in his head. That was a perfect exchange."
"Multiple soul fragments? What do you mean?" I stared at the white figure.
"And what will you give for that information?" Truth grinned. I crossed my arms. "That's what I thought, well alchemist, I guess I'll see you later."
The white blurred and turned black.
"Edward!" What the, is that Mustang? I slowly opened my eyes. We must have moved rooms because I was on a couch in front of a fire. Three pairs of eyes stared at me and I could feel the presence of two more. Mustang's coal black eyes showed concern. The other two was that Dumbledore person and a red haired woman.
"Oh dear what happened? You collapsed? Are you okay?" the red haired woman asked. I smiled at her honest motherly concern. "No I'm okay," I looked up at her.
"Well could you answer more questions now." The old man asked.
"Yeah sure," I grumbled.
"Do you know about magic." He asked emotionlessly.
I thought about how to answer that and decided on, "I knew you used it in this world, but I have never seen it or used it. Personally I still don't believe it but Truth doesn't lie."
"Then how did you get here?" He asked, eyebrows rose.
"Alchemy." I answered simply.
"Alchemy is extinct boy." The weird eye one stated. My anger boiled, "WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL HE COULD LIVE IN A PEANUT SHELL?" I jumped off the couch and ran straight to the man that called me small. I was about to punch him but he stuck a stick in my face and stopped me up short.
"And what are you going to do with that?" I asked. Then I shrugged and walked back to Mustang. "I saw Truth when I collapsed. He said no one can see into your head. He also said I could speak their language."
He nodded, "Thanks, but what do you mean no one can see into my mind?" I shrugged, then turned back to the old man. "Look, Dumbledore. I don't know what you're in this dark house for, and frankly I don't care unless you have information on how to kill Tom Riddle. That's the only reason we're in this world. Now, I already know he has multiple soul fragments I have to kill before he's completely gone. Do you have anything else?"
The adults in the room froze and turned to Ed. "How did you know that?" asked Crazy-Eye.
"I was sent here by Truth. He always says, some call me God. I am all and I am one, which means I am also you. So basically I was sent here by a creepy ass supreme being that is using me to balance this world out. It's rather annoying that I have to pick up after a world other than my own."
"So you're an alchemist, sent by God, who wants you to kill Tom Riddle." A black haired man summarized. I nodded grimly, "That's about it."
"All right then who is this man?" Dumbledore asked.
"He- well- He's my superior Colonel Roy Mustang. This isn't his fault. He was dragged in here because of me."
"Well you're welcome to stay here." Dumbledore smiled.
"WHAT," came the predictable outburst of the crazy eyed man.
"Yes, as long as we have the same enemies and are in a new world you are welcome here," Dumbledore ignored him. The man stormed out and at the same time six teenagers came into the room.
"Who are you," asked the black haired scarred kid.
"I am Major Edward Elric the Fullmetal Alchemist. I was sent here to kill Tom Riddle."
"What do you mean? That was my job."
Ed couldn't help but laugh at this, "You're a kid," Ed sniffled, "You haven't got any training and," he took another breath and turned serious, "If you interfere with my job I won't hesitate to kill you to get it done. I happen to be on orders from Truth. He is also known as God, if I fail my brother stays dead and I never leave this terrible world."
The black haired man took out a stick, "If you hurt my godson I swear I'll-"
"You'll what? Kill me? With a stick? I've been fighting for three years, I've been training for longer. You can't beat me. You'll only embarrass yourself and," his voice quieted, "You haven't killed. You don't have the eyes of a killer."
The man gapped at him. The others looked quite shocked as well.
The black haired boy recovered first, "What gives you the right to get him? He killed my parents and I've been fighting him for five years now." The other teens murmured in agreement.
Ed rolled his eyes, "You mean a squabble that happens once a year? Did you even ever try to kill him?"
This Harry had to think about.
Year one: fight with Querll. He fled.
Year two: fight with Basilisk and destroyed diary.
Year three: nothing evolving Voldemort.
Year four: fight to get Cederic's body back and escape Voldemort.
"No, I've never tried to kill him."
"There you have it. I'm military, we're trained to kill. We don't hesitate to fill out our orders. We don't like it but that's what happens. Everyone starts out hopping they don't have to kill. But eventually it's kill or be killed. I used to think that. The only reason I thought that was because of my brother. Now he's gone, the only family I had left. I have nothing, nothing. And all I have to do to get my reason for existence back is to kill Tom Riddle. Let me have him, I'm not asking; I'm informing you so you don't get in my way. If you do I will kill you. I will do whatever it takes to bring him back."
"I'm sorry," Harry stuttered.
"Alphonse, you didn't even get your body back. You died in a shell. It's my fault." Ed whispered. It wasn't quiet enough though. Mustang heard him.
"Ed it wasn't your fault." he murmured.
"Yes it was," Ed yelled.
"I wasn't paying attention. I was supposed to protect him. Now he's gone and he didn't even have a real body. It IS my fault. MY fault we tried human transmutation, MY fault I joined the military, MY fault someone with a grudge against ME killed my brother. And it's my fault that bastard left mom. It all happened because of ME. I shouldn't have been born. If I wasn't none of this would have happened. I'm better off far away where I can't effect anyone else!"
"No, it's true. I got you stuck here with me. I'm sorry."
Roy couldn't believe it. Ed had said he was sorry, to him!
"Ed you were trying to kill yourself, you weren't thinking clearly. I-"
Okay one time was possible but twice? There was something up.
"Are you okay Ed?"He touched his forehead. Ed didn't pull away. Okay, there was something majorly wrong. The kid had been growing worse and worse each day scene Alphonse had died but he hadn't realized he had been sick. "You're burning up."
"Mustang, I don't feel very good," then he passed out onto the floor.
Molly rushed to his side.
"Fullmetal, Ed, ED!"
"Help me move him to the guest room." She ordered.
Grudgingly two adults picked him up and lugged him to the room.
"Why is he so heavy?" muttered Serious complained.
Roy fallowed closely behind. Ed you idiot, you should have said you were sick. Roy thought to himself.
First chapter of my first fic done. I'll hopefully be updating very soon. I take any and all constructive criticism.
A few things to know before you review
I know Ed is OOC a bit, but for the sake of the story that's how he is. Later on he will be the violent swearing idiot we all know and love.
No there is not any romance except a possible Ron and Hermione. I'm sorry all you yaoi fan girls that love Roy and Ed but that is not my kind thing. Let's leave that to the 'professionals.'
I do realize that what I said happened when Harry gets picked up from the Dursleys and what actually happens is different. I really just didn't want to consult the book. So no comments there. You read the books (or watched the movies) you know what happens.
This is a parental fic between Roy an Ed. If you don't like it deal with it.
I'm sorry I killed Alphonse.
No flames please.
…Look I'm Sorry, I know I told you all a couple of weeks… let's just say I lied… sorry…