Title: Harry Potter and the Secret of Human Alchemy
Summary: His soul transmuted to another body Edward Elric lives on in this world as Nicholas Flamel and there's something Harry needs to know. With Dumbledore out of the way Harry is about to learn exactly how he got that scar. PostHBP PostShambala HPAlchemy
Rating: T
Status: 2 chapters written, 1 chapters posted
Review count: 0
Pairings: ...
Notes: I wanted to write an AU where Harry ran way and learned Alchemy, stemmed from watching too much FMA recently and then I started thinking about how the two could tie together
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"Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.
The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore, too, turned towards the dais.
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch.
Surprise and fear swept across the face of one Sirius Black as he fell through the veil, he was encompassed in yellow light. Streams of it intermixed with something that looked like liquid gold. A current swept him along and he screamed when children, little black babies began to claw and bite at his arms. His skin glowed white and all he could think to do was escape them. With all the strength he had he transformed into his dog form and ran as fast as he could. Ran for a blinding light ahead and then he was through. There was wind in the air and the a million scents assaulted his senses.
He climbed wearily to his four feet and looked around, people were looking at him, a woman with long pink hair, streaked with lighter highlights, walked forward. The children that gathered around her followed with her.
"Where did you come from?" she asked, bending down. Sirius did not answer, he couldn't. The children moved round to pet him but he was tired and he felt like he had no energy left and so he collapsed. Feinted dead cold. He wouldn't wake up for a while and when he did, he would receive a terrible shock.
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It's a prologue...it's meant to be short damnit