The sun shone uncomfortably bright that fall day. It was as if it was trying to offset the tragedy that had befallen just a week ago. Rather than warm sunshine it felt as though it should be dark and gloomy, rain pouring down to match the sorrows of the people who had gathered at the cemetery. People stood in black as they watched. Most in tears others in complete silence.

An older man stood at the forefront of it all never breaking eye contact with the slick wooden coffin that was being lowered into the ground. His heart was heavy knowing that he would never see his wife again. He would never see her smile or laugh, never taste the delicious food she always made. He would never again hold her in his arms and forget the struggles of his life. Now she was gone, but he did not cry. For how could he when he held the small hand of his eldest son. His youngest clutching to his shirt while in his arms. As odd as it seemed he was thankful. He could have lost everything that night, but somehow he still had his boys. He knew he would have to be strong for them. Nothing else mattered. He knew that was what she would have wanted.

The service was not long and soon after, everyone began to make their way off the cemetery grounds. The man turned to his old friend with a sad smile. She was an old woman, who better than anyone could understand his grief. The man handed her his youngest son, no older than a few months.

"Take them home, will ya." He began, trying his best not to let his voice tremble. The old woman took the boy in her arms. The man lowered himself to his oldest son and took his other hand. "You need to go with Granny now, Ed. I'll be home soon." The boy was only a year old and did not fully understand the situation he was in. All he knew was his dad was very sad, and that made him sad. He wanted to stay with him and help him feel better. Nonetheless he obeyed his father and followed Granny as she led him away from the site.

The man stood at the gravesite long after everyone had left. He couldn't take his eyes off the tombstone that lay in front of him. None of it seemed quite real yet. It had all happened so fast. He almost expected her to show up and laugh, saying it was all just some elaborate joke, but it wasn't, and he had to face the fact that she was gone forever. It was now his job alone to raise his sons.

"It's unsettling, isn't it Henry?" The man sharply turned around at the sudden voice and was surprised to see an old friend of his. A man with dark hair and dark eyes, ones that you swear could pierce into your soul.

"Roy, what are you doing here?" Henry asked. He was very surprised to see him. They hadn't seen each other in years.

"The Order heard what happened." Roy began, "It's hard to imagine it's all real. Everyone is out celebrating as we speak."

"It makes sense. Why shouldn't they be celebrating. He's finally dead, it's finally over." Henry knew that this was supposed to be a happy day for most people, but as he continued to stare at his wife's tombstone, he just couldn't bring himself to feel any kind of joy or relief.

"But it shouldn't have happened this way." Roy continued. "Trisha was a good person. She didn't deserve this." There was a long silence as the two thought about everything that had led up to this moment. Roy had so many questions, but he knew that Henry needed to grieve. He didn't want to overwhelm the poor guy. He was surprised to hear Henry speak up himself.

"Something happened that night Roy." Roy was about to tell him that he didn't have to explain if he didn't want to, but his curiosity got the better of him.

"What do mean?" He asked.

"I realized what had happened when I got home. I ran up the stairs to Edward's room to find Trisha, lifeless on the floor." Henry's voice began to tremble as he struggled with his words. "The w-whole room looked like it had e-exploded! But Ed wasn't hurt, except h-he had a scar on his forehead!" Henry stopped as he needed to take a moment to compose himself. Roy stayed silent, afraid to say anything to upset him further.

"I could feel it!" Henry whispered.

"Feel what?"

"He had tried to kill him! But he was still alive!"

"What are you saying?" Roy was extremely confused at what Henry was trying to say. But Henry stayed silent, once again trying to compose himself.

"It was Trisha. She protected him. He couldn't touch him because Trisha protected him." Roy still didn't quite understand what he was trying to say. He thought about what Henry was saying, until his brain started to put the pieces together. His eyes widened as he looked up at his friend. There was no way. It couldn't be possible.

"You're telling me Edward survived the killing curse!"

"Trisha gave her life to protect him." Henry continued softly as the memories came flashing back into his mind. "That unyielding love is what made Edward untouchable. It was that same love that destroyed him." Roy stood, shocked at this revelation. He searched his mind for the right words to say, but nothing came out, and he ended up standing there with his friend in complete silence.

A/N: This is going to be a sort of Hogwarts AU. It follows the story of Harry Potter, but I've made some major and minor changes to the point where it still follows the story line, but it's not just some cheap knock off. You can see that Hohenheim's name is Henry in this story. That's because here he is not some immortal guy who was named by a homonculous. So he has a real name of his own. This was just the prologue which is why it's so short, but trust me, the other chapters will definitely be longer.

- Special thanks and shout out to my awesome new Beta Reader, KittyKatt Uzumaki.

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