A/N: Hi! Well, thanks for checking little fic out. I absolutely LOVE HP/FMA fics and have read several (good and bad) in the past few months. This idea has been nagging me for quite a while but I really didn't have the motivation or time to write it until now. I know that a big problem with HP/FMA fics is repetitiveness so I tried to do an idea that I hadn't really seen before. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or Harry Potter
All Good Things
At first there were four. Four sacrifices. Four people that had trespassed. Four that had set foot where they shouldn't have.
There was the housewife. The one who had paid her price with little argument. She was sure that she could do nothing to reverse it, but she had never expected anything like this.
There was a man, if he could be called that. He called himself a monster, maybe he was. He had seen more than any person, if he could be considered one. He alone always knew that this would come, and he alone thought that he was perfectly prepared. He wasn't.
There was a boy. No, not a boy, something... almost human. His price had been the greatest. He had been reduced to this thing, this hunk of metal with no feeling. Some would say he was invincible, but he knew he wasn't. So he had fought. He had fought the exchange for years, trying to find a loophole. He didn't want to be caught up in this, but he had been anyway. Maybe here, there was finally a way out for him. Finally a cure for what had plagued him for what seemed like an eternity.
And finally, there was a brother. Along with the other boy, he had too fought the truth. He didn't care about restoring himself, as long as he found out a way for his brother to become whole. But he wanted to fight this enemy more than anything. He couldn't bear to see the science he treasured used like this. There was no exchange, no equivalence.
But the four weren't enough. A fifth was needed. But where would another be?
That is where the final piece came into play.
There was the officer. The military man had never expected this. He had just wanted to get to the top. Now, he knew that there would be sacrifice and compromises, but nothing like what was happening at that moment. Why was he even there? He would never, never commit that ultimate sin. He had been forced.
For him, there had been blinding, excruciating light. Then darkness. Complete, total darkness. And he hated it.
So now there were five. Five pawns being manipulated like chess pieces. But not all was what it seemed. Something had not gone according to plan. It had all gone horribly wrong. The monster's scheme had been tampered. Altered by the one being more powerful than him. The one being that every one of the five had witnessed and loathed.
The Truth.
As the sacrifices passed through its domain, it had made sure that they would never reach their destination. It wasn't because it took pity. It was because it did not like being challenged. It would not be knocked from its throne. So it did what it could. It took the five and tossed them into the fray of knowledge, hoping that they would never come out again.
In that fray, there was a door. A door that as the sacrifices unknowingly fell through directed them to another gate. A small fragment of a gate, but it was just big enough to let them through. And by falling into that gate, not only did the five change their own fates, but the fates of both worlds.
In that other world, past the fragments, there was one small house. The house on Privet Drive. The house in which a boy spent his summers. A boy whose life was about to be altered. A boy who's name was Harry Potter.
The gears have started to turn. Can you hear them?
It was all bloody stupid. That stupid room, in that stupid house, in that stupid neighborhood. I hate it. I couldn't stand spending the summer here any longer. I have to get out. Like that's ever going to happen. Maybe I'm just tired; I should just take a walk. Yeah, that sounds nice, just something to clear my head.
I left the house quietly, even though it was just the late afternoon. I don't want any more questions about where I'm going or what I'm doing. I walked for a bit until I found the park, the overcast sky not lightening my mood at all. The desolate playground seemed like the perfect place to think, since no one would be out playing in this weather. Sticky, hot, and humid; it could rain at any second.
I sat down on the swings. I didn't try to swing at all, I just sat, eyes focused on a small pieces of mulch inches away from my right foot. I looked up and nothing had changed. I guess I wasn't expecting it too. What was I expecting anyway? That my friends would just pop up and come get me? I guess all the stupid was getting to my head.
I looked down again and sat there for a long time. Then something happened. I don't know quite what it was. It was only there for a moment, a flicker of something different, something... more. It might have been all the colors that had ever existed all at once. It could have been complete and utter darkness like no one had seen before. I don't know what it was, but it was something.
I looked up. A few feet in front of me, there was a boy. He wasn't an ordinary boy, I could tell that just from a glance. One reason was that he was stark naked. Another reason was that he was incredibly skinny and malnourished, yet completely clean. He was so pale and fragile, his skin looked translucent. His hair long and unruly, but not dirty, as if it hadn't been touched in years. He seemed to be about fifteen, but I couldn't be sure, he was just too weak.
For a moment, I sat on the swing incomplete shock. After getting my brain started again, I rushed over too him. He was unconscious but alive. I ripped off my jacket and put it over him, though I knew that it wouldn't cover much up. I racked my brain. What do people do in these kinds of situations? I couldn't use magic, so what could I do? I decided to sit him up, as carefully as I could. That's when I noticed the thing on his neck. It was a small design full of symbols that I couldn't understand. I thought that it might be a tattoo, until I looked closer. It was blood red and seemed to pulse up and down with his slow heartbeat.
Who the hell was he?
I didn't have time to ask any more questions as a low moan pushed it's way out of his mouth. His eyes fluttered open, revealing brownish gold irises. Was that even an eye color? Oh well, it's not like I haven't seen weirder.
His gaze was unfocused so I shook him a bit (that's what your supposed to do in these situations, right?). Once the fuzziness in his eyes was replaced with confusion as he looked at his surroundings and me.
Then something changed. He moved his hand ever so slowly across the mulch, feeling every single piece with his delicate fingers as if he had never witnessed them before. He looked down at himself, as if he wasn't sure if what he was seeing was real. I didn't know what I was expecting him to do, but what he did certainly wasn't it.
He smiled.
He smiled the biggest, brightest smile I had ever seen in my life. He looked at himself, and then at the ground, and then back at himself. He clutched my jacket like it was a lifeline as tears streamed down his face. He looked like the happiest boy in the world. I opened my mouth, but the words just wouldn't come out. What kind of person smiles when wake up malnourished in an unfamiliar place? I had to say something though.
"Uh... err 'ello, I'm Harry." I stuttered.
His head snapped up, as if he had just realized that I was there. He swallowed, preparing himself before he spoke.
"I... I'm Alphonse." He said, a new wave of happy tears rolling down his cheeks. "I'm...Alphonse."
The first flame has been lit. But where are the others?
A/N: So that's it for now! That last bit didn't really come out like I wanted but I tried to rewrite it and it didn't work... Just so you know, this WILL NOT be an exclusively Al story, I just felt like this chapter needed to stop here. Since this is my first fic (or story for that matter xD) I would really appreciate some feedback on my writing style, plot, grammar, ect. Hope to update soon!
~Laine :)
