A/N Hello and Welcome to my story.
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First Crossover; Harry Potter x Fullmetal Alchemist
"Hello, Alphonse Elric," Truth greeted the youngest Elric as he was spat unceremoniously into Truth's world.
Alphonse nodded to the faceless being. He looked around the empty, white world that Truth called his home and found his body; a sallow, anorexic shell of his former self sitting patiently, waiting for him. Truth watched the soul of Alphonse transfer from the steel vessel and into the body of the golden haired, golden eyed boy.
"Do you think he's coming?" Truth asked with his ever-present grin.
"I know he is," Alphonse replied simply, his voice cracking from disuse.
"How do you know?"
"He is my brother," with that, Truth had no more questions. He sensed the battle and the alchemic transmutations taking place down in Amestris. He could feel the energy that the mortals were drawing from the gate, sense when some pulled too much or when some made a mistake in their array. Truth grinned and delivered the appropriate rebounds.
"Truth san?" Alphonse asked, watching the grinning being.
"Yes, Alphonse Elric?"
"What's it like being here?"
Truth sat opposite the emaciated Elric and considered the question.
"It's interesting. So many arrogant alchemists, all believing they are 'special', that they are 'important'. Showing them how insignificant they are, showing them why no one treads in God's domain is…interesting,"
"Do you enjoy that?"
"It gets a bit tedious, I must admit," Truth shrugged. They were all the same, really. When one existed for all time and would continue exist until forever, one would start to see their job as slightly repetitive. In actuality, there were very few alchemists that held any interest for him anymore.
Alphonse sat in quiet contemplation for a while, then, "Truth san? Do you get lonely?"
"Why do you ask, Alphonse Elric?"
"When I was a soul in the armour, I felt very lonely. When everyone goes to sleep and there's no one to talk to it gets very quiet," The boy looked down, reminiscing. No matter what happened next, that life was over; Alphonse would either be lost to the Gate, or he would not spend another lonely night.
"Oh, Alphonse Elric, I am never lonely and it is never quiet,"
"What do you mean?" To Alphonse, it seemed that the stark white world was the epitome of silence and solitude, except for the echoing of their voices, resounding discordantly throughout the infinite space.
"This is what I hear," Truth said as the large double doors of the Gate materialised. They opened smoothly, silently, then the black hands grabbed furiously, reaching out desperately from the void. Voices cried and mingled together, begging for salvation, a second chance at life, for release from the eternal hell or merely asking, 'who am I?'. The cacophony was deafening; each piercing voice was unique, and yet the same. And there were millions of them. Each ripped at Alphonse's ears. He felt tears streaming down his face; each voice belonged to a person, who once had a life, had loved ones, had hopes and dreams, no matter how long ago that was.
Truth shut the doors. The voices stopped, at least to Alphonse. Each soul was encompassed within Truth itself; for Truth, the voices were never ending.
"How can you stand it?" Alphonse asked, once he had regained his breath and stifled the tears.
"You get used to it," Truth shrugged, "There's really nothing for me to do except sit back and listen to the symphony of tortured souls cry out. Oh, and that idiot Kimblee, who seems to revel in it. He's in there and still has his sanity. I think. After all, he may have lost that a while ago,"
Alphonse shuddered. He couldn't help but pity Truth who had nothing to look forward to, except to cram more desperate, foolish souls into the everlasting darkness that lay just beyond the doors of the Gate.
"Truth san, I'm sorry,"
Truth was surprised. "For what, Alphonse Elric?"
Alphonse looked up with haunted eyes. He expressed a kind of sympathy that Truth had never imagined.
"For your existence," he whispered. With that, Alphonse returned to his quiet thinking as Truth pondered his words. Was his 'life' really that bad? Was this existence all that terrible? He took a time out from his musings to send 'Father' into the eternal abyss of damnation, then went back to his thoughts. He was interrupted a second time by the older Elric.
"Ah, Edward Elric, have you come for your brother? How will you pay the toll?"
"With this," Edward said, indicating towards his own Gate. Each and every person had a Gate within themselves, allowing them to do alchemy.
"You will sacrifice your alchemy? Can you live without it?" Truth asked.
"I don't need it; I'm just an ordinary human who couldn't save one little girl. I've been controlled by it," Ed said placing his hands on the gate, "I don't need it; I still have my friends, after all,"
Truth was silent for a moment. The Elric brothers. Perhaps they were different from the others. He paused to consider his verdict. Alphonse Elric had gotten him thinking.
"What if, Edward Elric, there was another way, without sacrificing your alchemy?"
Edward looked at Truth, not understanding what he was getting at.
"I will give you a choice; your alchemy is, indeed, worth your brother's body so you may sacrifice it and leave. On the other hand, would you rather sacrifice a year of your life?"
"What do you mean? How can a year be worth his life?" Edward asked.
"Your brother is an interesting boy. He has gotten me thinking. My existence here really is tedious. I wouldn't mind travelling around and having a look at some of the different worlds connected to the Gate,"
"The Gate is connected to different worlds?"
"Of course; it is a gate," Truth said slowly, as if speaking to a dim witted child, purposely teasing the elder Elric, who promptly growled at him. Truth continued, "It leads to every world, universe or dimension that has ever, will ever or currently does, exist,"
Edward, forgetting the insult from earlier looked to the double doors with newfound appreciation, "Amazing," he said, "There are other worlds?"
"Many,"
"But still, how is one year of my life worth many years of his?"
"Simple; that year will be spent here, guarding the Gate. You will be my replacement for a year and, if you keep your sanity, I'll allow you to leave with your brother,"
"Wait! Al has to stay here? No deal!"
Truth snapped his fingers and Alphonse Elric appeared.
"Brother," Al smiled. Ed smiled back and went to help him up.
"I guess I could let Alphonse Elric go back to your world, but you'd have to stay here alone, can you handle that, Edward Elric?"
Ed agreed instantly, Alphonse however, "What's going on? Why are you staying here, big brother?"
"I stay here for a year, guard the gate, Truth has a holiday in a different dimension, you get your body back, I keep my alchemy," Ed summarised.
"Stay here alone?! No way, big brother, I saw what Truth holds within him, you can't handle it! It'll drive you insane!"
"Al, it's only a year,"
"Your human body won't even age; only your mentality. A year to finally mature," Truth grinned snarkily.
"Hey!"
"I want to stay, too, then!" Al demanded.
"No way! Look at you! You'll die!" Ed shouted gesturing to his emaciated state.
"This body has survived four years like this, I'm sure it can survive another," Al said, then wheezed sickly.
Ed gave him the told-you-so look.
"I could always give you food, I guess," Truth suggested, wondering how to work his idea.
"How?"
"When I'm travelling, I won't need to eat. My body does not absorb food. However, I could eat the food and transfer the nutrients to Alphonse. After all, if I eat, the food has to go somewhere; matter cannot be destroyed,"
"So Al would be getting what he needs to survive?" Ed asked wearily.
"As long as I remember to eat," Truth shrugged.
"I'd still rather Al get sent back to Amestris," Ed said.
"No, brother; we went into this together, we're going home together," Al smiled.
Ed glared at him, "Fine," he relented.
"If you want clothes or paper, ink or whatever you can just materialise it, by the way," Truth added as he prepared to leave.
"Huh?"
"This is God's domain; there is no equivalent exchange. You can make whatever you can dream of," Alphonse imagined some clothes that he wanted, and found that Truth was right; they appeared. He got dressed as Ed asked Truth,
"Can I make books to study?"
Truth shook his head, "You could write your own books, but to pull knowledge from nowhere? Even in God's domain 'Truth' and 'Knowledge' are sacred. You see, the things you materialise are illusory, they will feel physically real, but they can only exist within God's domain. Knowledge is not illusory; knowledge is truth and truth can never, by definition, be fake," The Elrics nodded their understanding. Truth thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers with a grin, "However," he said and waved his arm in a long, graceful arc. Miles of bookshelves appeared before the brothers, "While you have not read these books, I know everything. There are more books here than any library you are ever going to visit. However, you won't have much time to read; you'll be busy with the idiotic alchemists down there,"
"Yay. How do I handle it? I mean, I don't know how to be a bloody God! What am I supposed to do?!" Ed said frantically, realising with a panic that he had no idea what he was getting himself into.
"Don't fret, Alchemist," Truth smiled and, suddenly Ed could hear the cacophony of voices, all shouting in his ear at once, there were so many that they melded into a continuous stream of gibberish. Ed gritted his teeth and tried to concentrate, but found it was nearly impossible. Then suddenly, it went quiet again. He could hear Truth's voice, but his mouth wasn't moving.
"I have now connected our minds; I can read your thoughts, you can read mine, you can see through my eyes, I can see through yours," Truth said telepathically, then spoke out loud for Alphonse's benefit.
"I'll keep an eye on you from wherever I go. After all, I can't have you burning down the Afterlife,"
"But what about those voices?" Ed asked, hoping that he wouldn't have to hear them again, but resigned to sucking it up and dealing with it if he did.
"Since both you and Alphonse are staying, I think it would be equivalent exchange if I kept the voices within myself. I'm getting two gatekeepers for the price of one, after all."
With the ground rules laid, Truth considered where he wanted to go. There were an infinite number of worlds he could explore, but no matter where he went, he couldn't go in the form he was in. He looked over to Edward, who was experimentally making random things pop out of the air, a large chair falling from above his head and nearly squashing him flat. Alphonse laughed at his brother and took a seat on a plush arm chair he had materialised. Truth grinned, then changed his form to a mirror image of Edward.
"Hey!" Ed yelled when he saw his twin standing before him.
"I need a human image, who better than you? You won't be existing any time soon anyway," Truth shrugged.
"How rude," Ed muttered.
"Good luck, Mr. Al-che-mist," Truth said ignoring his whining and taking his place before the Gate. The doors opened widely, the tangling, black hands reached out.
"Got any problems, just think," Truth added, then he allowed the hands to take him and the doors slammed close.
"This is going to be one hell of a year," Ed muttered.
Al smiled, "Don't worry brother; I'm sure this will be an interesting experience,"
Truth stepped through the double doors of the gate and appeared on the steps of a castle. He looked up and wondered for a moment where he was. He hadn't picked a specific destination, instead allowing the cosmos to choose where to spit him out.
He looked around and found a small hut near a forest and knocked on the door. A very tall man with very bushy hair answered.
"Who do we 'ave 'ere then?" the man asked.
"I'm Edward Elric," Truth replied, too lazy to come up with a name. Hey! Don't steal my name! Edward growled in his head. Truth ignored him.
"Are ye an 'ogwart's student? Wait! School aint begun yet! What are ye doin' 'ere?"
"…Who's in charge?" Truth asked, ignoring the large man's question.
"Dumbledore. I think you should go see 'im. I'll take ye" The giant took him to see the headmaster, who was an old man with twinkling eyes.
"Hello, dear boy," The old man greeted Truth.
"Hi. I'm Edward, call me Ed," Truth said. Ed growled again, but Truth told him to deal with it.
"I see. I'm Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.Would you mind telling me how you got here?"
"I…don't remember," Truth decided. Lame Edward added in his thoughts. Truth materialised a large body of water above Edward's head, drenching the alchemist and causing him to curse at Truth. How the hell did you do that?! Edward demanded.
I still control my domain; you and Alphonse are merely…babysitting for me. Truth responded.
"You don't remember?" Dumbledore asked, bringing Truth back to the present. Truth nodded.
"Do you know what Legimency is, dear boy?"
"No," Truth replied.
"Legimency will allow me to look through your mind to make sure that you're telling me the truth, will you allow me?"
Truth shrugged, nonchalantly. He felt Dumbledore invade his mind, but kept it carefully blank, allowing only his memory of arriving on the steps of the castle until now to be accessed.
"How curious; you really don't remember anything," Dumbledore said, sitting back. He thought about the predicament for a moment, then decided, "You don't seem like much of a threat, my boy, so I shall let you attend my School. After all, you must have magical potential to have made it here," Dumbledore declared.
"School?" Truth asked, "What is this place?"
"My boy, welcome to Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,"
Truth stood in Diagon Alley, Dumbledore by his side.
"Everything you need is on that list and I am certain you will be able to find everything with no problems," Dumbledore said, "If there are any, though, go in there and speak to Tom, the bartender. I have informed him that you will be staying there the night, then leaving for Kingscross station in the morning. I'm terribly sorry to leave you on your own, but I must attend to a few things before school starts, but I know for a fact that you're a smart boy, you'll figure it out, yes?"
"Certainly," Truth replied.
"Good, here you go," Dumbledore handed him a pouch full of coins, then disapparated.
Truth looked through the list. There were quite a few items. Dumbledore had decided that Truth looked like a fifth year. He was debating over whether to put Truth in first year or not, but Truth, not liking that idea one bit, argued that he could handle the fifth year syllabus. Dumbledore, unconvinced, gave him a week to study for a written and practical test. He gave him the books needed and, tested Truth himself in a four hour session. He was thoroughly amazed and utterly convinced that Truth would have no trouble skipping the first few years. In reality, Truth didn't bother reading the books, but wondered around the halls of Hogwarts, taking in the amazing sights and curious layout of the castle. An hour before the test he had merely glanced through the books and instantly memorised everything he saw.
Truth went to the book shop and spent an hour skimming through the contents of most of the books in the shop. He was quite new to this world and wanted to know everything there was to know, since he was, after all, the 'Gate of Knowledge'.
Hey, Truth, Ed said in his mind. Truth had left the book shop and was now being fitted for robes.
Yes, Alchemist?
How can this world exist? There is no such thing as magic, it defies equivalent exchange!
Truth considered the question, then replied, In your world, there is a Gate within everyone, which you already know. In order to perform alchemy, one makes a sacrifice to the Gate, the doors open and you get your desired result. In this world, not everyone has a Gate within themselves; only a small number of the population does. To compensate for this, those that do have a Gate do not have to pay tolls
Ed sent a confused jumble of incoherent, half formed ideas in reply. Truth rolled his eyes at Edward's thought processes, which were complicated to say the least. He watched in amusement for a while before clarifying,
Think of it like this; in Amestris everyone has a gate that is half opened; to open it fully, you use alchemy. In this world, the gate is either fully opened or bolted shut. They do not need to give equivalent exchange. Their equivalent exchange is that half of their fellow humans are unable to perform any sort of alchemy or magic.
Ed thought more on the topic, but Truth paid no more attention to him. During their conversation, he had gotten his robes fitted and bought most of the things on his list. All that was left was a pet and a wand.
He decided to go for the wand first and found a shop called "Olivander's". The old man looked at him, then measured his 'wand arm'.
"You are very odd," The man said.
"That doesn't seem like a polite thing to say to a customer," Truth responded.
"I apologise, it's just that usually I can say something about a customer; their personality, their heritage, their future, but you are an odd exception," the man handed Truth a wand, which promptly exploded into splinters. This happened for the next eight or nine wands.
"You must have an amazing amount of magic!" Olivander looked at the boy with awe, "This has never happened before!"
Truth shrugged, not knowing what to say.
Ollivander disappeared into his workshop and emerged with an ivory box. He lifted the cover and lying in the purple velvet was a dark wand made of some dense wood, "This is my best wand; I was saving it for someone special. Someone incredible. I think it's you,"
Truth picked up the twelve inch, ember wood wand. It was heavier than most of the others he had tried and seemed much sturdier; perhaps this would be the right one?
It exploded.
Truth sighed, slightly disappointed, "Sorry, I'll fix all of this," Truth clapped his hands, a gesture that wasn't needed but he enjoyed all the same, and placed them on the floor of the shop. There was a glow of pure white, then Olivander found each of the nine wands sitting in the middle of the shop, good as the day he had crafted them.
"What did you do?" He asked in wonder.
"I erased your thoughts," Truth grinned and did just that. He left the shop, with Olivander sitting in a slight daze on the ground.
You didn't have to do that Ed said.
Do what?
Erase his thoughts
I can't very well spend the next two hours explaining that I am the God of Truth and Alchemy to him either.
Ed snorted, but conceded the point.
Truth thought about it, then decided that he didn't really need a wand. He clapped his hands and formed a branch out of thin air to act as a visual aid more than anything else. He was finding the lack of equivalent exchange extremely useful.
Stop stealing my thing! Ed yelled in Truth's mind after seeing him clapping his hands. Truth chuckled to himself and went to find a pet. He found the owl emporium and looked inside. The owls, sensing his presence, grew completely silent, all bowing their heads in reverence.
"That's the oddest thing," The shop owner said to one of the customers.
"Yes, it is strange; why is it so quiet?" Normally, the emporium was a hectic place, filled with birds clawing at cages, hooting angrily or chirping softly. Truth looked around the shop, but none of them interested him, he left and the owl emporium returned to its former chaos.
Truth decided that if he was going to have a pet, he'd might as well get an interesting one. He walked around and found a shady looking petshop hidden in the shadows of an alleyway. He looked inside and found the shop was cramp and dark. The menagerie of odd looking creatures inhabiting cages much too small for their size, made various cawing, hooting, screeching noises, clawing against the bars of their cages.
"Hello?" the owner asked. He was a shady, greasy, lazy-eyed looking fellow missing a few teeth.
"Hello," Truth responded, "I'm looking for an interesting pet,"
"Ah, you've come to the right place; we have all kinds of animals," he gestured to the various things kept in cages, which, like the owls in the emporium, had all gone completely silent.
How boring Truth thought to himself. He was about to leave, when a crash from the back room caught his attention.
"What's back there?" Truth asked.
"Ah, a special animal, though I don't know if I should show you…" the owner looked around shiftily.
"I assure you whatever it is, I won't report you to any authorities," Truth said. He also pulled a large sack of good from his robe pocket, "If I like what I find, I can also pay handsomely for it," Truth showed him the gold, which was pulled out of thin air. The lack of equivalent exchange in this world was quite handy.
The man smiled and drew back a curtain, leading him into his back room. The man pulled a hood off of a large cage and showed him a large, flaming bird.
"This is a phoenix," the owner showed proudly, "I bought it off the black market as an egg. It hatched quite recently," The bird thrashed and cawed with unending exuberance. It looked at Truth, but seemed to ignore his Godly aura, scratching vehemently against the lock.
"Can't Phoenixes burst into flames and reappear in other places?" Truth asked, remembering a passage from one of his books, 'Care of Magical Creatures'.
"I cast a special charm on this cage when that buzzard was only an egg; can't get out unless I open it," The man grinned cruelly and pulled out a whip, cracking it against the bird, "Shut up!" he growled at it.
"How much is it?" Truth asked, disgusted at the man's treatment of the poor bird, hoping to buy it then set it free.
"Sorry, boy, it's not for sale. I'm going to make more from selling off its feathers and tears and such,"
Truth glared at the man. The bird would likely be trapped in that cage for the rest of its eternal life; being passed from owner to owner, its body used as ingredients for potions or some other crap. Truth reached out to the cage.
"Hey, boy! Don't touch!" Truth ignored him and grasped the lock. With a twist of his fingers, the large iron padlock crumbled and fell to the ground. Truth pulled open the door and released the phoenix. The bird looked at him, clearly suspicious. It perched on one of the shelves, watching as the man pulled out his wand and attempted to cast an immobilisation spell on Truth. Unfortunately for the man, the spell merely ricocheted off of Truth. The man fired a dozen more curses, before he looked in horror at the boy before him.
"What are you?" The man asked.
"No one you need to worry about," Truth said and waved his arm. Dozens of clicks were heard simultaneously as the padlocks snapped off of the cages, freeing all of the animals in the shop.
"No! Stop!" he yelled as the creatures dashed from the wretched place and out into the street, some disappearing, others flying away, most scurrying down the sewers or down the roads, past astonished witches and wizards, all wondering what was happening. Truth moved to leave, then looked back at the man. He gave his normal, maniacal grin, then strolled easily out of the shop.
Didn't know you were such an animal lover. Ed commented.
Truth shrugged, I know what it feels like to be trapped for eternity. Truth thought about the phoenix, I hope it's happy with its freedom.
Shouldn't you have wiped his mind or something?
I don't care; no one's going to believe him anyway.
That's a bit lax of you.
Truth shrugged that man would be of no consequence. Truth made his way out of the shop and picked up a few more things on his list before retiring back to the Leaky Cauldron, no longer wanting a pet.
He ate some food, almost forgetting until Ed yelled at him to make sure he ate a lot. After he finished the dishes, Truth reformed them back in the white world. Al thanked him.
How come we can't just create food for Al to eat? Ed asked.
The things you create in that world aren't 'real'. You could create all the food you wanted, but when Alphonse's body goes back to the real world, it would all disappear.
With that, Truth went upstairs to his room. He organised a trunk and filled it with all of the things that he had bought. The bartender informed him that he would organise transport to Kingscross station. Truth laid down in bed, wondering if he would fall asleep.
He didn't.
Truth sighed, after two hours of uneventful tossing and turning, he decided to talk to the Elrics. He linked his mind to Alphonse's as well, since the more the merrier. They sat up discussing many philosophical topics that had been plaguing the minds of the Elrics since they had first met the God. Truth answered their questions patiently, but was interrupted by a burst of flames.
The hell? Ed asked.
Brother, Al admonished. Truth looked over to the dresser to see that it had caught fire. The phoenix from earlier sat perched on the flaming furniture. It looked quite proud of itself, puffing its bright orange chest up. Truth rolled his eyes at the bird's cockiness and waved his hand, restoring the cabinet to its former, dilapidated glory. The bird made a face like a scowl. It looked at Truth and cocked its head, obviously sensing his great magic and Godly powers and trying to decipher them.
What an interesting bird. Alphonse commented.
It's a glorified chicken. I say you should eat it, Ed commented with a grin. Truth ignored the asinine comment and reached a hand out towards the bird. It flew down and landed on his arm. It analysed Truth with its onyx-black eyes and seemed to decide upon something. Truth wondered what conclusion it had reached, when it started pecking at his head.
"Hey, stupid bird! Stop that," Truth commanded angrily. The bird seemed to enjoy nipping at his hair. Truth jerked his arm and the bird burst into flames, appearing on his bed.
"You're lucky that I'm an immortal God, or that could have done some serious damage," Truth muttered as he patted out his flaming clothes.
Truth san, are you keeping the phoenix as a pet? Al asked.
"No, the chicken can do whatever it wants," Truth said out loud for the benefit of the bird. The phoenix sensed that it was being insulted and renewed its attack upon Truth, tearing little snippets off his clothes.
I think it likes you, Truth san! Al laughed. Truth rolled his eyes, but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips.
The next morning, Truth found himself standing at Kingscross station. He looked around for platform 9¾, but found nothing. He was about to give up and summon a Gate to transport him to Hogwarts, when he caught sight of several students running through a wall. He grinned and did the same.
Once on the proper platform, he loaded his bags and made his way into the train. He found an empty compartment and sat. He sent his mind to the Elrics, but both were engrossed in reading a variety of books that Truth had conjured for them. Truth sighed and hoped that something interesting would come along and entertain him.
As if on cue, two boys and a bushy haired girl slid the door open.
"Oh, sorry for intruding," the girl said, "All the other compartments are pretty full, mind if we join you?" She asked.
Truth shook his head and gestured for them to take a seat, happy for some company.
"I'm Hermione Granger," she said with a smile.
"I'm Ronald Weasley," the boy next to her with orange-red hair introduced.
The boy next to him shuffled slightly, "I'm Harry Potter," he said awkwardly.
Truth noted that the boy was the one in the papers, but otherwise made him no extra mind.
"I'm Edward Elric," Truth said as they took a seat opposite him.
"What year are you in, Edward?" Hermione asked.
"Call me Ed and I'm in fifth year,"
"Really? Us too, did you transfer?" Ron asked.
"No. I just woke up on the steps of Hogwarts with no memory and Prof. Dumbledore decided to admit me," Truth replied.
"Geez, man, no need to be sarcastic," Ron said, slightly put off.
Truth considered correcting him, but the thought of answering the barrage of questions that would follow made him cringe. He shrugged to himself and made small talk with the other two, since Ron would only give curt answers.
"What's with the skeletal horses?" Harry asked, slightly disgusted.
"There aren't any…" Ron began, but Truth cut him off. He decided that, since Ron already had a bad impression of him, it would be fun to continue bugging him.
"What, you can't see them?" Truth asked patronisingly. Ron was about to curse at him, when a third voice broke in.
"They're thestrals," They looked to a quirky blonde girl who introduced herself as Luna Lovegood, "They can only be seen by those who have seen death," She informed.
"Oh…" Harry said, disconcerted. Truth walked up to the horses. They looked and sniffed at him. Truth petted them softly,
Those are some messed up chimeras, Ed commented. Truth shook his head.
I think they're lovely beasts, Truth replied.
You're creepy, Ed said, a shiver running down his spine as the horse turned its eyeless gaze at Truth.
Don't be so judgemental, Truth admonished as he jumped into the carriage with the rest of them.
They arrived at the Great Hall and Truth parted with them at the entrance.
"Where are you going, Ed?"
"I have to be sorted, so I guess I'll see you later," Truth smiled and waved them off.
Harry and the gang made their way to the Gryffindor table.
"I think that guy's pretty nice," Harry commented.
"Yeah, he's quite friendly," Hermione agreed.
"I don't like him. I reckon he'll be sorted into Slytherin," Ron pouted.
"Oh, don't be so petty, Ron. He was just having a bit of fun with you," Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron's childishness.
"He didn't have to be so rude," Ron argued, referring to the 'sarcastic' comment.
"Oh, the sorting's starting," Harry said, shushing his friends.
Truth walked out to wait in the wings. There were a few speeches given by a few teachers, but suddenly, Truth felt a tug.
What the hell? Ed asked him.
That feeling means that an alchemist has drawn his array wrongly. Truth informed him.
So what am I supposed to do? Ed asked in a panic. The tug was turning into a throbbing pain.
There should be an array on the floor, do you see it? Truth cast his mind to his domain and saw Ed looking around. Al pointed to a glowing circle that hadn't been there before. It started with faint lines, but grew more bright as the seconds passed, soon the white world was bathed in an eerie green light, emitted from the transmutation circle.
Can you sense what is wrong? Truth asked Ed.
Whoever's doing this transmutation didn't account for the fact that whatever he's transmuting is made mostly out of iron, not silver. Ed noted, realising that he could feel what the alchemist was trying to do and see the mistakes in the array.
Exactly. Your job is to deliver a rebound. Place your hands on the array and focus. Truth instructed. Ed did as he was told and the throbbing pain, which had grown into a vicious stabbing, left him instantly. He also felt a drain of energy as the array faded out of existence.
What just happened? Ed asked.
The pain in your stomach was delivered to the fool on the other side of the circle, Truth said. Ed frowned and was about to question Truth, when a voice broke them out of their situation,
"And now a new student who will be joining the ranks of our fifth years. I hope you will all make him feel welcome; Edward Elric,"
There was a small smattering of applause as Truth emerged from the side door and took his seat on the stool. He had no idea what was going on, but followed the gestures of the Professor. He felt a ragged hat being placed on his head, then felt a presence invading his mind. Truth instantly clamped down on his thoughts, allowing nothing to be gleaned.
"...boy, who are you? You have no thoughts!" The hat said in surprise.
"Who gave you permission to look through my mind?" Truth asked.
"I am an enchanted hat…" the Sorting hat began, but Truth grinned his creepy, all knowing, slightly maniacal, grin.
"No…I remember you. You are Mandrakus Feathermore. I remember you and Godric Gryffindor. I remember your attempted human transmutation. Oh, you were both so, so foolish," Truth's grin widened, "You thought you were God Almighty. I see that you are still in need of a few lessons," Truth said to the hat in his mind.
"You…you can't be…" the hat whispered in his mind. It was true. The Sorting hat had not always been a hat, nor was he an enchantment. He and his good friend, Godric Gryffindor had decided to dapple in something far out of their mortal understanding and Mandrakus had paid the ultimate price.
"Do you want to see into my mind, Mandrakus? It cost you a body last time, I wonder what you have left to offer…your soul?" Truth grinned and allowed the double doors of the Gate to open.
"NOOOOO!" The Sorting Hat screamed. It thrashed violently, trying to remove itself from Truth's head. The teachers ran to the hat and pulled it off the boy in shock.
"What's happening, Sorting Hat?" Dumbledore asked.
"No…no…not again!" the hat cried, "We were stupid! We're sorry, not again!" the hat continued its frantic sobbing. The teachers were utterly confused.
"What's wrong with the hat?" Truth asked innocently looking to each professor.
"I don't know, boy, I'm sorry. This has never happened before," Dumbledore muttered as he picked up the hat. It continued writhing and twisting in his grip. The students, and much of the staff, looked on in dumbfounded surprise.
"So what happens now?" Truth asked.
"I…I don't know," Dumbledore admitted.
"Can I choose a house?" Truth asked.
"That's nonsense! Student's can't choose their house," Professor McGonagal chastised.
"What choice do we have, Minerva?" Dumbledore asked, holding the still sobbing hat delicately in his hands. He nodded to Truth, indicating he could choose his house.
Truth looked to each coloured table. He had read the history book, so he knew that Hufflepuffs were for the kind and loyal, something Truth found utterly boring. He knew Ravenclaw was for the smart, but he was not here for knowledge, he was here for adventure. That left Slytherin and Gryffindor. Pride and greed were always fun to fool with, but courage and stupidity are a dangerous combination.
Truth grinned and announced his decision.
End of Crossover 1
SLYTHERIN OR GRYFFINDOR? Which would Truth choose? Bug Harry and Co. or bug Malfoy and Co.?
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