Author's Note: Alright, here it is; the first installment of the rewritten Magic Exists?! I got new ideas driving home from a ski trip with a good, anime-loving friend, which was where I got the basic, new ideas for the plotline. Hope you all enjoy it. I do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist, because if I did, they could never be as amazing as how J.K Rowling or Hiromu Arakawa did. All flames will torch Umbridge, so if you send them, the toad gets fried, which isnt actually a bad thing.
A lone, dark figure strode into the Death Eater meeting, paying no attention to any wands that were being pointed at him. He made it to the center of the hostile gathering, stopping in front of Lord Voldemort, who calmly sat with a large green snake draped over his shoulders.
Voldemort stared at the spiky-haired stranger, not really believing what he was seeing. The man held up a handful of glimmering, red shards of rock, which immediately caught Voldemort's eyes.
In a raspy voice, the man said, "you know what these are, don't you?" as he indicated the stones.
The Dark Lord nodded, then brandished an arm at his followers. "Leave us."
After a series of 'pops', the room was empty, save for the two. The shadowy figure gave a feral grin, then threw Voldemort the shards. Voldemort flung himself to the ground, shoveling as many as possible into his mouth, which was slowly changing. Below the slits for nostrils, in between the flat, snakelike lips, normally human teeth sharpened as he crunched down onto the rocks. Every piece he could got stuffed into his mouth, even a bit of dirt when it couldn't be helped.
"I bet you've been needing those since your resurrection, haven't you?" He let out a gravelly laugh. "Now, you have to do something for me, don't you, Voldie?"
Voldemort shot him a hate-filled glare, rising from the ground and brushing off his robes, now that he was finished consuming the rocks.
"What exactly would I, the Dark Lord and greatest wizard of all times, do for you?"
The question was answered with an animalistic smirk.
"Those things that guard your wizard prison, they suck out souls, right?"
Voldemort nodded. "Dementors. They will be recruited to my side soon enough, allowing my most faithful to once again walk free. Would you be needing a few?"
"Yes, I'll be needing some. As many as you can gather." Firelight glinted off of the stranger's pointed teeth, and reflected off purple, slitted eyes.
Author's Note #2: I'll update whenever I complete my revision of the original first chapter, but I have a ton of homework to do over my holiday, so it may take a tiny bit. See you next time!
~Katt