TC- Hey everyone, I've been thinking a lot lately, and I came up with this. I first heard of Icarus from razra's 'Icarus Walks'. I suggest you check that out, it's quite good. For those of us whom are more pedantic, this may not quite reach the mark, but I hope that the plot, accompanied by the way things unravel, may possibly make this more worthy.

I cannot believe I went such a length of time without writing, I'm unsure what happened, but I just faltered when it came to my own literature. I'm disappointed in myself, but that's the way these thing's are sometimes.

Also, lately there has been talk of cracking down on ratings and story content. While I can't exactly blame them, I'll be saddened if stories really are affected. That said, I'm pretty sure I'm violating a rule in this very story, because of the use of the following lyrics. That said, the song contained in this particular chapter is not actually owned by anyone person due to its age. The following chapter, however, with doubtlessly violate the song lyrics rule. Never the less-

Enjoy and please leave a review afterwards.

-TC

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,that saved a wretch like me.

There are day's when I wonder about my life. I ask myself, what happened?

And there are days, when I look out the window, and when I see the rain that pours from the heavens, I feel as though mother nature is reflecting my heart, forever turbulent.

I'll be the first to admit, I'm not the best person.

But really, I ask you, is this fair?

I once was lost but now am found,was blind, but now I see.

I've come to realise, in my short existence, that some thing's are a little difficult to explain. In fact, there are many a thing, that really can't warrant an answer, lest the result be something incomprehensible. Unfortunately, I didn't come upon this realization until after the events of my fifth year. Of all my time at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I've seen all manner of thing's. Ranging from the utter destructive nature of the Weasley Twin's pranks to the staircases with a mind of their own and even a Dark Lord to boot.

For a reason I find unfathomable though, Edward Elric certainly takes the cake.

T'was Grace that taught my heart to Grace, my fears relieved.

I never really spared too much thought for him. I suppose it was just something to do with how I was in awe of this whole new world that had suddenly appeared, like magic.

No pun intended.

Perhaps, if I hadn't been so blindly naive, then maybe I would let myself look around a little. Observe the people around me. Instead, I was too wrapped up in myself and trying to be a hero.

How precious did that Grace appearthe hour I first believed.

There came a point however, when I did notice the blond. Call it intuition, or maybe just luck, but on that day in the library, I'm quite sure it wasn't just a coincidence that Elric happened to be looking for the same book as myself. I actually do think that if it hadn't been for Umbridge's blatant upheaval of our curriculum, then thing's wouldn't have come to this point. So maybe I have her to thank for it all; for everything now. I'm still undecided whether or not this is good.

Through many dangers, toils and snaresI have already come,

You may be wondering why I sound so different, so much more intelligent. Well, I hope that's what you're thinking, otherwise that will undoubtedly sound vain. So hopefully, I come across this way.

I am admittedly very different then how I once was. Before attending Hogwarts, aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon kept me on my toes about chores and behaviour. Honestly, it was almost abuse. Yet, I know that somewhere beneath it all, they never really wanted to hurt me. It was more anger, and the hope that I wouldn't turn into what Lily had.

Beautifully successful, in love, and then dead by the hands of her greatest gift.

It took me years to figure this out, but aunt Petunia never hated me, she indeed, did love me as family. But somehow, through everything that had happened, it became warped.

'Tis Grace that brought me safe thus farand Grace will lead me home.

I don't condone what Aunt Petunia did, but I don't hate her. Now? Well, I could say we are on good terms. Strained, but family styled terms. It's strange but nice.

Heh, and good old Dudder's. I can't forget the boy who tormented me more then Malfoy ever could have. Well, I think I can say that Dudley has certainly changed, for better this time. He's lost a little weight, and hopes that by the time the spring semester of his first university year rolls around, he'll be well out of the danger zone and settling into beefy muscle. His words. He doesn't hate me any more either. I think the past few years have done us all wonders.

The Lord has promised good to word my hope secures.

Aunt Petunia and I are on relatively good terms and Vernon is also tolerant, to an extent. Dudley is becoming a far better person, that's for sure. Hermione, depending on how you look at things, has found love in a strange place.

Malfoy. Draco. Draco Malfoy.

I need to accept their relationship, and I'm close to doing so. I can't say I like the pureblood ass-hole, but he's not a prick any more. He's just an ass-hole. An ass-hole who shares the same quidditch passion as me, and it therefore a little easier to get along with.

He will my shield and portion be,as long as life endures.

Ron Weasley, suffice to say, is thankfully nowhere near me. I truly do so hope that I never have to see either of the youngest Weasley's again, but the Twin's are still very close friends. My friendship with Ron ended abruptly, and in an extreme mess too, at the beginning of my fifth year. Almost two weeks after the 'Elric Encounter' as I tend to call it in my head. I can't believe how prejudiced Ron really is. I can't believe I was honestly so blind that I couldn't see it until after Ed pointed it out.

Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,and mortal life shall cease,

I'm rambling aren't I? I'm supposed to be telling you about everything that happened after you left, but so far I've just been vague. God I'm such an idiot...

Sorry.

Heh, well, I guess I should start from the train ride to Hogwarts, 1995.

I will warn you though, it's a long story. So I hope I don't bore you.

Either way, both of us have all of the time in the world.

I shall possess within the veil,A life of joy and peace.

So as I said when I first got here, when the rain pours from the heavens I feel as though mother nature is reflecting my heart and my emotions. On this particular day, that sentence would have been my soul.

They say they eyes are windows to your soul, so mine must have been murky brown.

I sat on the train, ignoring all of the students that bustled around on the station outside, and those who were crashing about in the walkway outside my compartment. Angry, ominous grey clouds rolled in from all directions, threatening to drown anyone who was unlucky enough to be outside. It hadn't started to spit yet, but as the final whistle went, I spied Ron and Hermione making a wild dash for the train, throwing their luggage aboard the baggage platform and leaping up to the entry. I'd already placed my lonely trunk on the baggage area and made sure to get a compartment to myself. With luck, I would be all alone on the trip, but fate had other ideas.

When we've been here ten thousand yearsbright shining as the sun.

Surprisingly enough, it wasn't Hermione and Ron whom found me first, although my mind told me I couldn't get away from them while we were aboard the train. Low behold, a rather short blonde boy opened the door, and looked at me with gaunt golden eyes. For a moment I was startled by such an intense, but worn look, and the werewolf affiliated eyes didn't help.

This boy, as I would later come to know as Edward Hoenheim Elric, asked if he could sit there.

I was weary, but also quite uncaring. I told him he could, and he did.

It was from that moment that thing's changed. And when I say changed, I mean not even Sybil Trawnley could have foreseen this.

We've no less days to sing God's praiseThan when we've first begun.

As you can probably tell, Ron and Ginny aren't very well liked. This won't be a pointless character bashing fic, there are actual reasons for it all.

So how did you like the last two lines of the lyrics? Think about it, people, think about it. Ahaha.

Anyway, this is the third time that I've edited this chapter, and I'm once again going through the story, fixing and soon updating.

Sunday, June 2nd, 2013.

Happy reading,

-TC