AN: Hey some of you might have read my HP/star wars crossover. Well I have put that on the back burner for now I just came up with this while watching Full Metal Alchemist one night it's not a crossover but it kind of like Full Metal. I hope you like it. I can't seam to find it did fudge die when Voldemort attacked the Ministry I would appreciate the info. So for now this will have to do. Also I know that I am leaving some stuff out but I really need a beta right now so if you are interested and can get it back to me fast send me a email at Potter and the Runes Ethereal Might
Chapter I
Summer
As a Regular Mid-sized sedan pulled into the driveway of number four privet dr. and stopped near the house. The doors swung open and out steeped a raven hair fifteen year old boy whose expression seem immensely dark and gaunt his eyes the used to shine with life were now dark and bore a look of intense anger. Anger at himself, anger at what had been taken from him, and anger at what had taken it from him. "Up to your room and I don't want to here a peep out of you till dinner." His purple-faced uncle said pointing towards the house. He didn't even reply as he walked in as the sky overhead boomed with thunder as the impending torrent over head opened the flood gates and sent sheets of rain pounding the house and ground. Uncle Vernon and his Aunt and cousin walked in as the rain came down. Ever sense the fiasco at the ministry one thing had been on his mind. Sirius it was his fault that he was dead. If he had studied Olcumency he might still have his godfather was all he could keep thinking. His dreams clouded by visions of Siriuses demise.
He sat bolt upright one night after a particularly bad reenactment "I cant take this any more!" he said getting out of bed his scar prickling lightly he rubbed it tell it stopped. He then pulled on a pair of jeans he shrunk at school and a shirt as well. He turned on a light and rummaged threw the many shelves of broken and discarded things of his cousin. He found a portable CD player and some Heavy metal CDs. The batteries were dead and he looked some more and found the power pack and some headphones. He plugged it in next to his bed and put in the headphones and put in Slipknots Volume Three and began listen to the bands emotionally charged lyrics and music. And soon fell asleep and this time had a dream. This time Sirius appeared before his eyes.
"Hey Kiddo!" He said and reached out with an ethereal hand and ruffled his hair. "Sirius!" Harry said and tried to hug his godfather but fell threw him instead. "Sorry Kiddo you can't touch me and my time here is short." He said as harry stood up. "So you really are dead." Harry said barley able to finish his sentence. "Yes but I am here to give you a gift to help you fight Voldemort." He said "Let me see your right hand." He said and Harry held out his right hand face up Sirius placed his palm over Harry's and the light traveled from him to Harry and in a pattern began split open in Harry's Palm and bled. Harry screamed in pan as it deepened and spread up his arm to form a symbol. The blood oozed forth and disappeared as it hit the ground. "I know it hurts it's the raw force flowing threw you it will stop soon." Sirius said trying to speed p the process. And soon enough it was over harry was exhausted. "Listen Kiddo I have to go now but I will always watch over you remember me but don't dwell on me. He said and disappeared. "SIRIUS!" Harry said as he shot up for the second time that night but this time the sun was up. His right arm burning with pain his looked over and the pattern Sirus had put on his arm was glowing white hot and the subsided to show a scar in the warping all the way around his arm. He walked down the stairs and down into the kitchen and made breakfast. As he cooked bacon and eggs enough to feed every one Dudley came down the stairs. "You sleep good." Harry asked noticing how tired Dudley appeared. With al the screaming and thrashing about you did last night. In a word no." Dudley said a little mad that he lost sleep over Harry. "Sorry about that. A lot has Happened to me lately. And a lot of it isn't to good." Harry said. "You mean like the stuff that happened to me and you last summer." Dudley said with a slight shuder remembering his encounter with a dementor. "All that and More, all that and more…" Harry trailed off and fliped the bacon frying in the pan. "I'm sorry about my dad." Dudley said almost making harry drop the scalding frying pan on his foot. "What do you mean?" He asked Dudley with a look of bewilderment as his mammoth cousin actually took a look of apology. "For every thing he puts you threw mum tried to get him to stop but he hates you for some reason." Dudley said and continued. "And after I figured out you saved me with that ma-… well M word." Dudley said darting his eyes up the stair real quick. "Me and my Mum tried to talk some since into him. But he wouldn't have any of it." Dudley finished. "Well thanks Dudley at least you and Aunt Petunia don't think I am totally evil." Harry said sitting down at the table and handing dudley a plate of eggs and bacon. He quickly ate and left the house and went for a walk
As he walked his brain was riddled with thoughts, thoughts about his dream and the scar Now prominent on his arm. Soon enough he made it to the park it was a baron wasteland today. Know one was their he sat on a swing and brooded some more. The sky matched his mood dark gray and saddening. 'what is this gift Sirius gave me. Besides lost sleep for Dudley' He was looking down gently moving back and forth in the swing. 'I'll ask Hermione what this patern means when I see her.' Harry thought two himself. "Hey man! Did someone kick your dog." An American sounding voice said in front of him. He was snapped out of his trance and looked up to see an American dressed in Black pants with chains hanging off the back and sides. And a black T-shirt covered up by a long-sleeved vest with more chains on the selves and back He also wore black leather gloves that ended half way up his fingers. His hair was black and had a single crimson strike going threw it at an odd angle. "Who are you?" Harry asked looking at the Gothic man in front of him. "You see that my friend would depend upon who you are?" He said jutting a finger up in the air. He then placed his hands in his pockets. "My name is Harry, Harry Potter." He said holding out his hand waiting for it to be shaken. "My Name is James Carter." He said with a smirk and caught Harry's hand in a shake. "You American?" Harry asked standing up. "You British?" James said back. Harry finally saw his eyes one was a shocking silvery white color while the other was a violent shade of crimson. James looked back into Harry's eyes and saw the normal emerald flecked with the same silvery white color. But he still seamed dark much like his own. The two became fast friends. And as it turns out that James foster dad has permanent custody and was a colonel in the U.S. military and had just retired and moved here to surrey. And had also just moved in a week ago and lives at no. Twelve privet drive. "Hey I live at No. four." Harry said glad that there was a friend that lived close by. "So ware are you going to school at." James asked. "I go to a private school in Scotland." Harry said. "Hey I going to one to." James said smiling at the odd coincidence. "Cool." Was what the conversation went like and then soon it started to rain.
The two new friends ran back to Privet drive and down to James house. And stepped inside it was about the same as the other houses on privet drive. They went up stairs his father was napping on the couch. "Never fails when it rains he sleeps." James said with a chuckle as they went up the stairs. Inside his room it was covered in posters of metal bands like Slipknot, Killswitch Engage, Mudvayne, and Pantera. And then there were a couple of punk posters thrown up to like Green Day and Flogging Molly. He also had a Massive Drum set and a Bass guitar and Two Electric guitars. One was solid Black and was in the shape of a fish tail and the other was a Finder Stratacaster. A real one. He also had a couple of occupied gigbags as well. A two complete workstations were stacked next two the guitars. "It's not a lot but it is home." James said flopping down on the bed. "Hay were did you get those scars on your arm from?" James said looking at Harry's arm. "I…I'm afraid I can't tell you." Harry said trying to find a quick cover up. "OK then Hey check this out…" He trailed off and lifted a golden scabbard off of the wall. He pulled out the blade. It was a rapier made of the same metal that the scabbard was. "It's was forged from pure Titanium and the point of balance is right next to the handle. So it is waitless in your hands. He handed it to Harry. He was speaking the truth once it was in his hand it was waitless but other wise considerably heavier. "I actually used to fight with rapiers in tournaments and such." He said explaining how he won the blade "I could teach you if you would like." James said hoping he and interested Harry. "Yeah that would be good." Harry said handing the blade back to James. James stood and walked out of the room and Harry followed soon they were in the basement. He handed Harry some padded armor. He also adorned some it was a padded chest peace a neck guard and a helmet with a shatterproof visor. He pulled out a couple of markers. And mad a thin x over his heart "Aim here for a kill." He said taping the X. Then he handed Harry a blunted sword and showed him some thrusts parries and foot work. He caught on quick but soon the sun went down and Harry had to get home. "Hold on we can't send you home drenched in sweat. Let me get you some cloths." James said and returned with a Pair of baggy black pants with Zippers at an angle running down the lap and a black T-shirt. And a vest with Zippers along the selves and back. The inside of the vest was a blue color. He went into the bathroom and changed. "Hey don't worry about returning them ether. They don't fit me right." James said as harry walked out of the house. As he walked down the road in his new cloths he felt very comfortable. The way the pants fit and the vest heightened his shoulders he unwittingly changed his walk to that of someone who demands respect. And the vest also served to cover up his scar. He soon reached his Uncles and walked inside. There was pizza from a local parlor on the table and His relatives were all gathered around eating. He sat down opposite Dudley whom was stuffing his face with Parmesan encrusted pizza. "Seams you finally chose to look the part of a freak." Uncle Vernon said with a mouthful of pizza. Harry didn't reply but instead took a slice and then another from the box and started to eat. "Answer me Boy." His purple faced uncle said starring him down. "What ever…" Was all he got for a answer. And that was given rather coldly. "Boy you will not take that tone with me." Vernon said indignantly. "NO! It is you who will not take that tone with me." Harry said throwing down the napkin he had just picked up and stood up. The anger building inside him, his eyes beginning to direct the passive anger in his eyes into a screaming torrent of rage. "Boy you forget what I can do to you!" Vernon said taking on a violet skin tone. "And if you do the order will hear about it within the a matter of minutes a guard of people would appear here jinx you to oblivion and remove me from this hell hole of a house." Harry said in a intense furry of rage. "All I have to do is send a sentence long message and you will rue the day you thought about making my hell worse." Harry said sitting back down and eating the rest of his pizza. Vernon stood there like a cod out of water. He sat up and left for his room were he did some of his homework and then went to sleep and was thankfully dreamless.
AN: Hey I hope you like this more coming after a few chapters your reviews will determine weather this fic lives or dies so R&R Please. And don't be afraid to email me if you would wish to beta read. I scanned over this twice so I hope That you can read it with out to much difficulty thanks. U.Z.X.