Ch. 1: Hogwarts Letters
Harry Potter was on his back laying on his bed. The sunlight
pouring in through the window. While he stared up at the ceiling he had
thoughts of Hogwarts, Ron, Hermione and his dead godfather, Sirius.
The boy who lived would be starting his seventh year at Hogwarts in a
few weeks. His final year of school, after this year he would never have
to return to the Dursleys aga-
"Hey! Would you mind getting out of my room, I just want to be left alone
for a while!" Harry rudely interrupted
"Well, sooorry!" The narrator responds.
"Look just leave me alone for a while, I really don't want to be reminded of
Hogwarts right now." Harry whinned. "And don't you dare mention Sirius's
name around me!"
"Fine, but first here's your letter from Hogwarts" The narrators owl came
through the window, it was a golden brown owl and was smaller than
Hedwig. You could tell she didn't approve of this owl.
"Great," Harry mumbled, "now go away!"
The narrator was so upset, she left after turning Harry's underwear pink.
The narrator decided she would find some other anime characters to join her story,
she asked Hogwarts new Headmisstress, Minerva McGonagall, (Sorry guys,
Dumbledore's dead, remember) if she could accept these other characters into
Hogwarts. Normally, Minerva McGonagall would do no such thing, but she was
under the narrators powers and accepted.
The narrator decided right then and there that she would first go to Central and
deliver a letter to the Elric Brothers and the rest of the FMA gang.
Colonel Mustang's Office
Ed, Al, Winry, Roy, Havoc, Riza, Brieda, Furey, Falman and Hughes ( he's alive
in my story!) were all in Mustang's office having a birthday party for Ed. Today
was Ed had turned 17, unfortanately, he hadn't grown an inch the whole year.
Mustang, as usual, was taking advantage of Ed's short height and short temper.
Every chance he got, Mustang would call him, "shorty, pipsqueak and runt" while
Ed would get red in the face, having steam coming out of his ears, he would yell,
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THAT IT WOULD BE EASY TO
COVER ME WITH A SLICE OF BREAD!"
Winry was admiring Riza's gun which Riza had let her see, "I want you to be
careful, you could shoot your eye out". Winry quickly gave it back and Winry
started to explain to Riza the automail that she used for Ed's arm and leg.
Poor Al, was being bored to death as Hughes was bragging, as always about
his daughter, Elysia (No surprise there!). While in a corner, Brieda, Furey,
Falman and Havoc were having a heated discussion about sports. (Narrator
rolls her eyes)
All the sudden, the door is barged open and the narrator comes in, she is
wearing a mailperson uniform for fun.
"Who the hell is this?" Ed whispered to Roy.
"I have no clue" Roy says questioningly.
"I am the all powerful narrator. I have letters for all of you" said the
narrator with a sweet innocent face.
" O...K..." Ed replys, "But, why do you have italics whenever you talk?
"Don't be stupid, Ed, she's the narrator, that's why. She controls our
whole world" Roy says with a suave voice that makes the girls swoon.
"Correct, now here's your letters, make sure and read them. Well,
bye, for now at least" the narrator casts a meschievious smile
before she goes out the door and vanishes into thin air.
Meanwhile at the Riddle House
Lord Voldemort was hatching an evil scheme as usual, "We must
find a way to control this story and destroy our enemies" he said
as he walked in front of a long table. The room was dark and all you
could see was Voldemort in front and a lot of red glowing eyes
staring at him from the table, sitting in cusioned chairs with wheels
on the bottom.
"We shall strike when they least expect it," Lord Voldemort said
with victory in mind, "but first we will have to put phase one in
our plan into action. Once that is accomplished, we will move
on to phase two, that part of the plan it up to you, Se- hey! What
are all of you doing here.
Voldemort had now noticed the readers of this fic and was looking
like he would kill someone! "Get out of here! You can not know
about this plan, it's top secret" he then pointed his wand at the readers.
The readers, afraid that Voldemort would use the killing curse on
them, ran back to where the narrator was with pale, sweating faces.
Back at Central
The narrator noticed the readers had come back and they looked frightened.
"Is something wrong?" The narrator asked her readers politely.
The readers were just about to tell the narrator, but they thought about it and
figured if they told the narrator what they had heard, Voldemort would kill them,
so they answered with a solemn "No." The narrator shrugged her shoulders and
and replied, "Okay, whatever, lets head for the One Piece gang next.
The narrator used her mystic powers to transport her and her readers to their
next destination.
Well, I hope you all enjoyed my first fanfic, please review! Also, I forgot at the
beginning of the story to say the disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, FMA
or One Piece although I wish I did!
Next chapter has the One Piece gang! I'll try and get it up asap! Bye for now!
