(this is based off of the original Fullmetal Alchemist anime rather than Brotherhood. Art by CuteeNelliel and myself.)
This is the rewrite of (can you guess?) the story Major Edward Elric (surprise) originally by Vita-de-Incendia. Of course, that is my old account so I can say, "HEY, I WROTE THIS, YO!"
Reason for rewriting it? I one day decided to take a look at my old account and found this story people seemed to love so much. But, when I was reading through it, I couldn't help but wince and moan every other line saying: "I USED TO WRITE THIS SHET?" Thus, here I am, calming my poor frayed nerves and giving it another go. It is pretty much the same story with some new twists and (obviously) going to be continued from where I left off (more or less).
Though, I am more likely to post a new chapter with the more love I get (hint hint).
I hope you enjoy! Constructive Criticism is helpful! I want to make this the best I can! (and suggestions? love them. If you read the original, things you think I should change from that when I write this?)
Much love,
BlessedSiochan
Enter: The Itsy Bitsy Professor
Chapter One
That time of the year had come again and the young witches and wizards of the wizarding world found themselves back at the school that had been a battleground only the year before. Voldemort was vanquished and everything seemed very much back to normal. Of course, with old hardships gone, it was only a matter of time before something new and unseen decided to throw itself in their faces. They just didn't know it would be so soon - and in the form of a really bad joke.
Who would think an inflexible black-haired military man would have a sense of humor? Honestly, one certain subordinate of his didn't have one.
He should have known better.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron had once more found themselves the inevitable center of attention of both old friends and new ogle-eyed admirers who could not help but zero in on some of the most famous celebrities in all of the wizarding world. If they could fit in well enough before, how could they possibly think they could now? But they weren't the only ones who came back a year to finish what they missed. The prior year had hardly been the paramount circumstances. Things were changing.
"So, what do you think it's going to be?" Harry asked, clearing his throat in an attempt to ignore the eyes that drilled into the back of his skull. "You've got to hand it McGonagall, though, for taking some of the spotlight off of us."
Hermione smiled and stabbed the plate with her fork, hardly paying attention to her food. "The Chosen One is saying this? To be out of the spot light? What is this world coming to?" She grinned.
Harry ignored that.
"Perhaps a tournament," Ron told his friend with a dreamy look on his face. His fork touched to his lips. "Like... the Triwizard without psychotic, murderous snake-men and his minions."
"I doubt it," Hermione disagreed, scraping the remains of her dinner to the corner of the plate. "After what happened last year, I don't think our parents and the parents of the rest of the school would allow it. They'd be banging at our front doors and demanding the Headmistress' resignation! I'm guessing her "big surprise" is more along the lines of those new teachers that we are in sore need of. Or perhaps a change in curriculum!" Only she would be so excited with such things. Though you had to admit, that would be pretty exciting.
"New classes?" Ron demanded, fist on the table. "How would that be bloody surprising? Like hell there is going to be new classes!" Harry refused to intervene on that one, deciding it was better not to jump in front of Hermione's suddenly venomous gaze. But, he cleared his throat and stabbed his fork in the direction of where McGonagall sat and was now moving to stand. He remembered how Albus would stand up at the beginning of every year and address the school. A twist entered his stomach and he lost his appetite. Things really were different, weren't they? No matter what illusion they tried to put up…
"As you all know," she began after clearing her throat to get their attention, "there are going to be changes made this year. Though we are not going to be returning to a Hogwarts you all know and love, we all will work together to make this place into our home once more and heal the wounds that were made into the heart of this school." Her eyes swept over the assembled students, glancing quickly at the row of teachers. "First off, I wish to announce that our curriculum will be altered this year. All the same classes will be kept, except, of course," she drummed her fingers on the wood before her, "this "Dark Arts" class. As it is, that will be returning to what we know as our Defense Against the Dark Arts and taught by-"
The doors at the end of the Great Hall banged open without ceremony and every eye in the Hall turned immediately towards it expectantly. Some, with only a mix of trepidation. Stepping through the doors came a young man of no more then eighteen years. He was dressed in a foreign military uniform that was stiff and polished. The wearer, however, was hardly that. Rather, he looked incredibly out of place in the royal blue fabric, polished black boots that clicked on the floor. If his uniform was polished and stiff, he was a fish out of water. The soldier's face was hostile and holding an incredible amount of disdain for the world. Especially his surroundings. His boots clicked together upon reaching the front and he gave an absent and weak two-fingered salute. Now his face was bored.
The hall seemed to be holding its breath in anticipation so thick it could be cut with a knife.
"Major Edward Elric, Ma'am," he began in a bored tone, pulling something out of his coat over his breast. He flicked it up in his fingers. "A letter from the Fuhrer to the…" He glanced at the gold letters on the envelop and flipped it over again, "…Headmistress of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Any one who could see his face well would notice that flicker of annoyance and incredulity. But, he still handed it over and stuffed one hand in his pocket, drawing out an ornate, silver pocket watch to glance at the time. His weight shifted to one foot. The hinge was broken but he popped it open then shut it again.
McGonagall closed the letter and slid it behind her back to hold it with both hands. She looked the man over and gave him a smile. "We welcome you to Hogwarts, Professor Elric. We hope you find your stay comfortable."
A twitch spasmed at the man's brow and he lifted gold eyes that began to narrow. He said nothing.
"I hope your Fuhrer made the proper choice in sending his best. My request was quite specific. Will you join us? I believe that everything is ready and your things moved in. Will you join us for the feast? You are just on time." However, all eyes zeroed in on the one named Elric as his shoulders tensed and upper lip twitched dangerously. His fist clenched, head jerked forward, and gold eyes brimmed with such intense murderous intent it even put the Headmistress aback.
"The hell…?" he growled between his teeth before his fist swung out and he shook it at the ceiling. "That fucking bastard is going to suffer the pain of a thousands deaths when I can get back to wring out his scrawny little neck!"
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