This is actually a rewrite of an old fan fic I had called Awakened Elric. It takes place in HP Deathly Hallows (I will borrow from book and movie) and FMA 2003 post Shamballa. For a lot of the earlier chapters (and… probably some of the later ones) I will rely heavily on HPDH.
Blanket Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (J. K . Rowling) or Fullmetal Alchemist (Hiromu Arakawa) or really anything but OCs.
Harry glanced in the mirror as he washed his hands. Past a thick frame of glasses, green eyes were widened in surprise, covered a little by black hair. He didn't know what to expect, but the appearance he'd grown accustomed to since birth was not it.
'Must have been that dream,' he thought, recalling two males in front of an intricate circle that he'd seen only in movies. He could remember there was a story to it all, but what was it?
He glanced to his hands, watching as the white bubbles grew and then dissipated from the water running over him, then back at the mirror.
For a moment, all movement except the running water stopped. His breathing slowly returned to him, and he was suddenly aware he was once again staring at his eyes.
Green. They were green, right?
He turned the knobs and the liquid was cut off from the pipes. Maybe it was the gold of the sink head that made him see something other than green. Maybe he was thinking of that boy, the one from his dream with deep golden eyes and light brown hair.
Harry shook his head, clearing the thoughts away. What else was there to think of now?
Four more days.
His birthday was in four more days, and soon he would be free from the Trace.
"Oi! Boy!"
Harry passed the stairs right as he heard the familiar, guttural yell of his uncle. He peered down them to see his rotund relative standing next to small man bowing in a mauve garment. How did he miss the ringing of the doorbell?
The man raised himself to look squarely at the young man. "Harry Potter!" He wore an awed smile. "An honor, as ever!"
Harry tried to hide his embarrassment. "Thanks Dedalus." He walked the expanse of stairs between them, then gestured to the living room. "My Uncle Vernon," he tried not to pause at the awkward way his mouth spat out the name; something hard to get out without jumbling the tongue. "I think you may have met. My aunt and cousin are this way-"
"Ah! Harry Potter's relatives! Good day!" The short man strode into the house as if he had always lived there. Harry's scan over the scene proved to be worth it, watching as Dudley tucked himself into his mother, Dedalus showing signs of complete oblivious bliss in a room with an atmosphere slowing growing staler with nervousness.
"I see you're packed and ready. Excellent!" The sixteen year old glanced at his rucksack and Hedwig in her cage, sitting by the doorway in patient anticipation. This, however, was not their traveling companion. "The plan is very simple. We shall leave before Harry – You know how to drive, I take it?"
Uncle Vernon began to mumble remarks as to the sanity of this man while the plan was further explained.
"Hurry up!" Dedalus's pocket watch yelled, snapping everyone back to the task at hand.
"Quite right," the owner agreed, pulling the item out, glancing at it, and then tucking it into his waistcoat. "Well, everyone packed and ready to go?"
There was an eerie silence over the room for a moment before Uncle Vernon proclaimed, "Tell, this is goodbye then, boy." His arm swung towards Harry's as if to shake, but kept its fisted nature, merely turning into a pendulum swing going back and forth, even as he turned away and began walking out the door, saying to his family, "Well, come along, then."
Aunt Petunia began her accustomed route to follow her husband, but Dudley stood still, staring uncomfortably at Harry.
"Diddy?" his mother asked.
"I don't understand," the adored son began. "Why isn't he coming with us?"
The family froze at the unexpected question, and even through a short explanation with white lies littered throughout, Dudley never moved, simply eyeing his cousin instead. "You're not coming?"
Harry silently shook his head no, and Dudley followed by closing his mouth, looking at the wall behind his relative, then finally back to him. "I don't think you're a waste of space."
The boy in question nodded dumbly. "Thanks, Dudley." His voice betrayed his complete confusion as the group turned to leave, Aunt Petunia breaking into a sobbing fit.
"Oh Dudders, how sweet of you!"
Harry watched in silent contemplation over a family he had wished to escape from for years on end, wondering at just how much had gone unsaid between all the members.
A sweep of his bedroom was all it took for Harry to decide it was finally time to leave. No more Number Four, Privet Drive. He wondered at how long he could avoid Surrey altogether.
The moment of weakness, however, came with a glance at the door the opened to a cupboard under the stairs. 'I used to sleep there,' he recalled. Somehow he doubted he could ever return to a space like that.
Suddenly a deafening roar filled the air, and Harry jumped, startled.
"Shit!"
He felt his eyebrows jump, wondering where that word had come from. A crap here and a damn there, but usually not anything beyond that.
He ran toward the kitchen window, the back garden being the source of the noise. Bodies began to appear as disillusionment charms were lifted. Harry ran out the back door at the sight of Hagrid, Ron standing close by. "All righ', Harry? Ready fer the off?"
Harry beamed. "I wasn't expecting this many of you!"
It was the worn looking Mad-Eye with a spinning eye going from sky to house that answered. "Change of plan. Let's get undercover before we talk you through it." Ron clapped his friend on the back as the group of people headed toward the kitchen's door. Harry grinned at him, scanning the group, who all had seemed to head in faster than he did. Lupin, whose hair had grayed more than expected since their last encounter; Tonks, with short hair a bright pink; Fleur, slender and beautiful next to Bill, long-haired and badly scared, even from behind; Hermione, bushy haired but walking slowly to allow Harry and a long and lanky Ron to catch up; one legged Mad-Eye; Kinglsey, who unlike all others was completely bald, with broad shoulders; Hagrid, whose hair and beard seemed to compete on what could look more wild; Mr. Weasley, spectacle awry and needing desperate attention, and Fred and George sharing a grin.
"All right, all right," Mad-Eye began as everyone settled in the kitchen, pulling out chairs or stools or opting for a counter top. "What you may have caught from Dedalus is that to abandon Plan A. What we've got on our side is that You-Know-Who doesn't know we're moving you tonight. We'll make our way for Tonks's Parents. From there you'll be able to use a port key to the Burrow. Any questions?"
All eyes were on Harry, and he wondered if the following would be considered stupid or a switch to Plan C. "Won't it be sort of obvious once-" he did a quick headcount, "fourteen of us all start flying toward Tonk's's parents?"
"Ah, I forgot to mention the key point. Fourteen of us won't be flying off. There will be seven Harry Potters moving through the skies tonight."
Harry's eyes watered from the blast of air hitting them as he sat in Hagrid's sidecar- a displeasure to him but a nostalgic joy to the giant man. He watched six polyjuice potion versions of himself split apart into separate pairs. He felt the early stage of cramps and looked toward his legs, jammed into place by a ruck sack and Hedwig's cage.
Then out of nowhere, nothing, they were surrounded. Green bursts of light began to shoot around him. The motorbike and sidecar shifted violently, and Harry hooked his feet into a bar that was underneath the exterior, reaching out as the Firebolt, his rucksack, and the cage holding his owl were jerked out.
"Hedwig!"
The broom was lost, but he managed to catch the cage and rucksack, attempting to dodge a flash of green coming his way. Harry closed his eyes, and in that brief time, he heard a screech he wouldn't forget.
His eyes snapped open to reveal a motionless body of a white owl, almost like a stuffed animal.
His mouth opened to scream her name. However, his world flashed for a moment, and he felt as the scream twisted into a smirk, hardened by something he couldn't grasp. His head turned to meet Hagrid.
"Damn, this sucks. Your bike got any tricks you've been holding out on?" a voice asked. It was his register, but what was that accent?