I know I should be writing my Pokemon/Harry Potter stories, but this one just kind of flowed out.
I hope for those who went, had fun at Sakura Con in Seattle WA. I went Friday, but came home early. Broke my ankle.
I do not own Harry Potter, the series belong to the lovely J.K. Rowling. I do not own FMA, it belongs to the wonderful Hiromu Arakawa.
I write both Hetero and Slash pairings. This story is SLASH. That means if you don't like GAY relationships, please hit the little arrow that looks like an arrow pointing to the left. It means it will take you to the previous page, and is known as the magical back button. I will not tolerate someone degrading my work just because of it being against their beliefs. If you don't like something, ignore it. My beliefs say I can fall in love with whomever I wish. As a Pansexual, that works out great for me. This is a public domain. Unless it has to do with the actual words, such as grammar or fluidity, do not review if you just dislike this story. I will just remove the comment, and continue writing.
This story is kind of a cross between the original FMA and Brotherhood. If I confuse something, don't jump out at me. I haven't watched the original in years, despite it being on Netflix.
CHAPTER ONE:
Alchemy at Hogwarts
"Ah, Fullmetal!" Major Edward 'Ed' Elric, aka The Fullmetal Alchemist, looked up from his research.
"Bastard." The nineteen year old greeted Brigadier General Roy Mustang, The Flame Alchemist. The man didn't even blink at the word. "What can I do for you?"
"We have an assignment." Edward sighed angrily.
Ever since the Promise Day, the two had been sent on multiple assignments together to quell uprisings. Ed because of his position of being the Savior of the People, and Roy because he was the most respected of the military. With the promise of sending 'Father' through the gate, Ed had regained his arm. To return, he was to find a weapon that had fallen into the wrong hands in the Outside World, which took many years on the outside, but only a few months back home. Upon fulfilling that duty, Alphonse, Ed's younger brother, had been given his body back. However, the younger boy didn't remember anything since he was ten, the price he had to pay to the gate. So he now lived with their teacher, Izumi Curtis.
"Do you know what we're doing this time?" Ed groaned, standing up to follow Roy. The man shook his head in the negative. They arrived at the Fuhrer's office, and were called in. They stood at attention before him.
"At ease, gentlemen." Fuhrer Grumman commanded, motioning them to take a seat on the couch across from two chairs. "We are still waiting on one more person."
"Sir, I thought it was just Fullmetal and myself that would be going?"
"There is an old friend of mine that is coming. He has requested help from two of my best Alchemist. That means you boys." Grumman said, smiling.
"What is so important about this guy that he can call favors from a military?"
"He's at the head of an international organization." A knock echoed on the door. "Come in, Albus!"
An old man, with long white hair and beard, and twinkling blue eyes entered. He wore half-moon spectacles, and a pointed hat that matched glaringly orange robes.
"Hello, I am Professor Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Albus smiled, before freezing at seeing Ed. "You...you wouldn't happen to be related to Van Hohenheim, would you?"
"Knew the old man, did you?" Ed sighed.
"Yes. We corresponded quite often until a few years ago. Is he well?"
"The old man died after the Promise Day." Ed stated, sounding rather uncaring. "Do not apologize. I don't have many fond memories of the man." Albus nodded sadly.
"It is sad to hear he passed away." Albus took a seat in one of the arm chairs. "Now, about my school-"
"Yeah, about that. Magic doesn't exist." Roy nodded along with Ed's words.
"I can assure you, it is quite real. Shall I show you?" The man pulled out a wand, and tapped the tea cup in front of him. It changed form into a small cat. Ed's eyes widened as he picked the animal up to inspect it.
"It's real."
"It is, until the magic wears off, or I cancel the spell." Albus nodded. "Now, I need your help."
"So the Fuhrer has said." Roy, shot the commanding officer a glare.
"In my home land, Alchemy is a combination of magic and science." The wizard started, holding a hand up to Ed's protest. "You may know of my friend, Nicolas Flamel."
"The First." Ed whispered, pulling out an old Journal, and opening it to the first page. "May 1st, 1495. Ten days ago, a friend of mine came to me, telling me of an Alchemist who never seems to age. I went to visit this man, and learned the Truth. He is indeed immortal as myself, so long as he has a Philosopher's Stone on hand. Upon learning that I, myself, was a human Philosopher's Stone, we started working together to figure out if it could be reversed. After many failed experiments I realized it was a hopeless dream. The man, the creator of Alchemy, Nicolas Flamel, the First, told me not to give up. That I would find happiness, as he had with his wife, Perenelle. Feburary 3rd, 1999. Update: My son, I have a son now, was born from my beautiful wife! I do not believe I have ever been happier. Nicolas was right, I did find happiness. He has my hair and eyes, but the rest is all Trisha." Ed stopped reading, frowning.
"It never mentions magic."
"That is because magic is hidden. You do not need magic to use alchemy." Albus explained. "The reason I am asking for help, is I am laying a trap for someone who wishes to use his Philosopher's Stone. As a magical object, it uses the blood of a dragon to form. However, a very dark wizard, much like your 'Father' and previous Fuhrer, had been, is after the stone, and we do not wish for it to fall into his hands. If you could make a fake copy of the stone, and then stay at my school to help me catch the man causing the mayhem, I would consider our war debts settled."
"Well, boys?" Ed frowned.
"On one condition. I wish to meet Flamel."
"I am sure he'd love to meet you as well." Ed nodded, relaxing. "In return, so you have things to do in a way as well, why don't you teach the basics? How old are you, exactly? What are your names?"
"Edward Elric, Fullmetal Alchemist. I am nineteen years old, and a master in all fields of alchemy." Albus didn't even bat an eye at this.
"Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist. I am thirty-one." Ed's cough sounded like old man, making Roy's eye brow twitched. The blond teen smirked proudly at getting a response. "What was that, Little Red Runt?"
"I am not so short you could eat me like a wolf!"
"Never said I wouldn't." Roy smirked, causing the small man to flush as red as his coat. Albus laughed heartily.
"You two will liven the staff up quite nicely." The old man said, standing. "I will return in a week to pick you up. Please have any supplies ready. Anything you do not bring, the funds can be taken by showing your pocket watch. Even in the outside world, we know of Alchemy." With that, Albus disappeared with a pop.
"You are dismissed for the week. Return Monday to collect your papers."
"Yes sir." The men saluted and left. Ed returned to the library to collect his coat and journal, while Roy went to inform his subordinates. Ed had changed his coat from the familiar red, to the white he used on the run. His blond hair was no longer braided, but in a ponytail like his fathers. The two met up in front of the Central Headquarter's building.
"When are you going to wear the uniform?" Mustang sighed.
"When they custom make one without cutting my research budget." Edward snapped, glaring. "I am visiting Winry and Al. I'll be back Monday. You better be ready, if you're not, I'm sending Hawkeye after you."
"I'm a grown man, Fullmetal. I know how to pack for an extended amount of time."
Ed sighed heavily as he entered Headquarters the following week. In his right arm he was carrying a suitcase, in his other, human arm, his human arm, he was carrying a kitten that Alphonse had forced onto him. It was a small thing was black and white, with two different eye colors. The boy had begged his brother to take him with him, as Al himself couldn't.
"A cat, Fullmetal?" Roy snickered as the young man entered the waiting area to the Fuhrer's office.
"Alphonse." Roy nodded, sobering up.
"How is he doing?"
"He's walking on his own, now. Teacher has him walking short distances to build up stamina." They fell silent as Albus and the fuhrer walked out.
"Boys, I'll see you when you get back."
"If you will touch this, we will be on our way." Edward and Roy shared a look, before touching the broken flower pot. Ed gasped when it felt like someone, namely Truth, and grabbed his stomach, and yanked it out. He landed rather heavily on his knees, throwing up violently. Roy stayed on his feet, but was pale and shaking.
"What was that thing?"
"A Port-Key."
"I don't like them." Roy helped the younger man stand, and the two followed Albus up to the castle.
"You'll have two weeks to get used to the castle's layout. I need a list of books-"
"I'll be providing any and all materials." Ed said, shaking his head. "I was taught out of a journal of my fathers. They will learn the same. There will be no extra reading. What they need, I will give copies of. Already made up, up to three thousand copies. Of each sheet."
"Fullmetal is a researcher first and foremost." Roy laughed, "if you have a library, he will probably have every book read in two days."
"Hogwarts has one of the largest Libraries in the country-"
"Which way?" Ed cut off, causing the old man's eyes to sparkle brightly.
Ed sighed as he waited beside Roy at the Head Table. The students were already piling in.
"W-who a-are y-you, a-and w-what c-class d-do y-you t-teach?" Ed looked at the stuttering man beside him.
"I'm Edward Elric, and I will be teaching basic alchemy this year." The man's eyes brightened. "Roy, how much longer?" Edward whined, turning away from the man. The turban wearing male set off alarms for some reason.
"Calm yourself, Fullmetal." Roy snapped, before pausing. "Did you just call me Roy?"
"So what if I did?"
"Fullmetal-"
"Ed. My name is Ed! For crying out loud, Roy, we are going to be teaching kids!" Said kids looked up at the table. At least, those that were inside already. Edward blushed. "I can't call you what I normally do around kids!"
"Minerva got to you, did she?"
"Shut up B-Buster! She's scary, her and Winry are why I swore women off!"
"You're gay?"
"I never said that." Ed shook his head. "I'm not one for romance period, Roy." The man nodded. Minerva interrupted then. Edward watched each student closely. "We're going to have to watch the blond boy in green, he seems to be a trouble maker-" Ed broke off, spotting haunted green eyes. Eyes he'd seen in abuse cases. "Roy, that boy-"
"I see it, too." The man murmured as Harry Potter, the boy in question, was sorted to Gryffindor.
"What do you see? Is something wrong with Mr. Potter?" Albus asked in worry.
"He has the eyes of an abused child." Ed said softly, glancing at the boy in too big clothing. His glasses were held together by tape.
"Abuse?" Albus looked positively livid. "I will-"
"I'll handle it." Ed said quickly. "I'm the youngest staff member. He'll connect easiest to me."
"Especially since he has no parents." Albus agreed. "He's the main reason I wanted your help. The man who is after the stone, will likely attack him."
"I'm taking him on as my student."
"Of course, that is why I contacted you-"
"As my student." Ed stressed, glancing at Roy, who nodded. "Eventually, I'll have to cover Human Transmutation. If his situation is as bad as I think it is, he'll try and use it. I'm taking him in, Albus. No matter what. No 'if's or 'but's, I won't leave a child without a good role model. Without a family."
"Well said, Edward." The man smiled. "I see I made the right choice with you-"
"That is why, you will be excusing his absence for a month or more."
"Excuse me?" Ed smiled at Snape who was sneering. "Potter-"
"Harry is abused, sir, I don't think he is ready for all this. I want him prepared for anything that comes his way. Don't worry, I'll bring him back in one piece." The blond stood, stalking down to the boy. "Mr. Harry Potter?" The boy looked at him in fear. "Do not bother following your classmates. I am taking you on as my apprentice. Until I deem you ready, you will not return."
"But-"
"Harry," Ed knelt, "your eyes speak volumes. I want to give you ways to protect yourself from those that want to hurt you. I want to give you someone to rely on. Albus has already agreed. You will come back, no need to worry about that. This isn't because of who you are. I don't need the fame back home. I already have it. I'm doing this because you need it." Tears filled the boy's eyes, but didn't fall. Ed smiled sadly. "It's okay to cry when it hurts, Harry. It's okay to cry when you're happy, too."
"Not here." The boy whispered so softly, no one but the blond heard, and he was sure it was only because he was reading the boy's lips.
"Okay, not here." The man said, just as softly. He stood, smiling as he patted black hair, and returned to his seat. Whispers exploded once he sat down, so Roy stood.
"Edward Elric had already had planned on taking an apprentice. Mr. Potter was not chosen for his name. He was chosen because despite all he's been through, he is still brave enough to stand before you all."
"One more of you might be chosen, because Roy doesn't have an apprentice." Ed offered helpfully. The man's eyes swept the hall, before landing on the blond boy dubbed Draco Malfoy.
"Mr. Malfoy will be joining us, Edward." Whispers filled the hall again.
"Now, what do know of the periodic table?"
"What is a periodic table?" Draco asked in confusion, while Harry blushed as he mumbled.
"Harry?"
"I have it memorized."
"Lets hear it then."
"1 - H - Hydrogen, 2 - He - Helium, 3 - Li - Lithium, 4 - Be - Beryllium," The list went on, and on. Harry inhaled deeply when finished. "92 - U - Uranium. That isn't including the human made elements."
"Very good." Draco was gaping at Harry in utter shock. "I take it that you liked science in primary?"
"Yes sir." Ed nodded, smiling. "But I didn't know Alchemy was real. It's not very well known in the normal world. At least, in England it isn't. There were legends, but that was it."
"Have you ever heard the phrase: All is One, and One is All?" The boy licked his lips, glancing at Draco, who shrugged. "Harry?"
"All is the world and the one is me. It basically means I'm just a small speck in what is known as life. I do my part, but my death won't mean a thing to the world."
"Morgana, you don't know who you are, do you?" Draco said in awe.
"Mr. Malfoy?" Roy asked, because Harry had been right.
"Harry Potter, the savior of our world, and destined to destroy the Dark Lord. Life as we know it, would change if he died too soon. Even father believes that. Thanks to grandfather, he was forced to join the Dark Lord's ranks. He wants the bastard completely dead, but no one has even stood a chance against him, aside from Dumbledore and Potter."
"I'm a kid." Harry spat, glaring. "I'm not some sort of Jesus that came to take on all your sins!"
"I'm just repeating what I've been taught." Draco tilted his head. "Who is Jesus?"
"He is the central figure of Christianity, whom the teachings of most Christian denominations hold to be the Son of God. Christianity regards Jesus as the awaited Messiah of the Old Testament." Harry rolled his eyes. "I've had the stupid Bible pounded into my skull since I was old enough to read." The boy muttered.
"You don't have a religion?" Edward look relieved.
"No way! If there was a God, or any other deity, I wouldn't have been nearly killed by the Dursleys so many times." The boy froze, looking up meekly. "Any chance of you pretending you didn't hear that?"
"Not on your life." Harry nodded sadly. "Kid, you're my apprentice, that means you'll be moving in with me." Curious green eyes looked up at him.
"But I'm just Harry. What if you don't like me as a student or a person and want to get rid-"
"Not going to happen." Edward promised. "I do not abandon people. Yes, we will fight. Yes, we will get mad at each other, but you'll always have me on your side."
"Take him seriously. He puts up with me, even though he thinks I'm a bastard." Roy laughed at Harry's sharp look.
"I don't like that word. Vernon used Bastard, Boy, and Freak to get my attention." The men winced, whilst Draco frowned.
"Why would he call you a bastard? Your parents were married." Harry shrugged, making the blond shake his head. "Ignore the simpletons. You're ten times more than they can ever hope for. You're a scion for crying out loud."
"Scion? For what family?" Harry asked in confusion.
"The Potter family! You're from one of the Most Ancient and Noble families!"
"Oh." The two fell silent.
"Now that we have that taken care of," Edward clapped his hands, "lets go to home sweet home for the next month or so!"
"As you all know, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter were taken out of school by Professors Mustang and Elric to be trained as apprentices. Today, three months later, help me in welcoming them back!" The Great Hall doors opened to reveal the group of four. Harry flinched at the looks, but held his head high.
He had changed the most during the missing time. His hair was longer, braided like Edward's. His left ear was pierced with an earring that dangled down to a blue gem. His glasses were now blue, and he wore a blue leather jacket with a black vest and white shirt under that. His pants were black leather, and he was wearing a pair of black boots. Around his neck was a blue leather belt. His body had filled out, and now wasn't nothing but bones and skins. Now he was wiry muscles that spoke strength. His scar was no longer visible, a scar now ran from his hair ling to just a little over his left cheek.
Draco was wearing a similar to his teacher's black slacks, and dress shirt. Only his was silver, not white. His right ear wore the same earring as Harry's, making the teachers wonder about what that meant. He too, had a scar, an 'X' on his check, that was still angry red. He stalked forward, not with ignorant arrogance, but with poised grace.
Both boys had scratches on their faces, and bruises. Poppy Pomfrey tutted, moving forward as she withdrew her wand. Both boys flinched away, hiding behind their masters.
"What is the meaning of this?" She roared at the men.
"We were attacked on our way back. Bastard had a face on the back of his head. Didn't take much to take the fucker down, but I don't want to talk about it." Harry snapped, glaring. "Don't you dare blame my teachers for my wounds! They'd never hurt me!" Edward's lip twitched, but he tapped his student's head in a light bop.
"Don't swear, Harry."
"But you do it, Ed."
"I'm an adult. I can get away with it." Harry pouted as he nodded. "Why don't you boys go take your seats and have some breakfast."
"'Kay." Harry mumbled, waving to his friend, hugging Edward, and going to sit beside Ron Weasley.
"Finally seen it fit to grace us with your presence?" The Irish boy across from them sneered. Harry looked up, hurt written upon his face.
"Hey, leave him alone!" Ron snapped, glaring. "You heard what was said at the opening feast. He wasn't chosen because of what he supposedly did as a baby! Big deal, he got private instruction. Did you not notice how small he was? How pale he'd been? You need to grow up. He's a kid." Harry's lips turned up in a smile, as warmth spread through him.
Draco was wrong, Ron is a good friend. He couldn't help but think. "Thanks Ron. According to the healer I saw, I was in danger of being severely ill if I didn't get treatment right away. If anything, Draco got more instruction than I did. I was laid up in a hospital bed for a month. Even then, they didn't want me to leave." Harry glared at the Irishman. "Grow up. I've dealt with worse than you. You do not scare me." A hand clapped onto Harry's shoulder.
"Problems, Harry?" Roy asked, glancing at the shrinking blond.
"No sir. Just a small disagreement, is all. It's already settled, right, Seamus?" Harry glared, and the boy gulped.
"Right."
"Don't be late for your first class."
"Yes, Roy."