(A/N) Hi there again lovelies! I'm back with a slightly more serious fic that was prompted by BookLover2401, make sure to go check them out, although to my knowledge they've only has about seven different fics, so if you like FMA/FMAB, Harry Potter (obviously these two since you're reading this), Supernatural, or Final Fantasy VII then you'll like this author! Anyway, now that all credit has been given let's get into the story. Also, to avoid severe confusion, Callisto is Fem!Harry's name. The fic starts towards the end of the ministry battle in the fifth book. Don't forget to pick up your digital brownie at the end of this chappie! This is my first fic that's actually mine (read the A/N in A Seemingly Empty Alley for explanation), so I hope you enjoy!

With love to you all, SeriouslySirious234/Buddergurl789 ;)

P.S. This is based on FMA and not FMAB, for those of you confused why Sloth is a woman, Wrath a child, Pride the Fuhrer, and why the homunculi want to be human.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist, *sigh* if I did I would be rich and not typing on a bright screen for fun.

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Callisto's POV

I could hear my heart beating in my chest like someone beating furiously on a bass drum. I ran for my life from Bellatrix and her little band of Death Eaters. Clutching the swirling prophecy high above my head, and regretting my clothing choice; my Hogwarts cloak over a long swirling black skirt with a blood red short sleeved top that now had several tears in it. Suddenly, the ground disappeared from beneath my feet and I was falling down steep stone steps, bouncing painfully on each one, until finally, I reached the pitted section of the floor near where the archway stood on its dais. The wind was taken from my body as I hit the ground with a thud, struggling to breath. The prophecy remained intact in my left hand, while I gripped my wand in my right. Scrambling to my feet, I stumbled backwards away from the Death Eaters closing in on my location, at least eight more than were with Bellatrix in the Brain Room and more coming, until the back of my knees hit the large stone dais. My legs shook violently to the point where I thought I might fall down, and I stepped onto the low platform surrounding the archway, trying desperately to get away from the Death Eaters.

All the Death Eaters stopped moving forwards, as they had effectively surrounded me now, and glared at me, some staring instead at the foggy crystal sphere in my hand rather. My chest heaved as my eyes darted around with obvious panic. "Potter, your race is run," Lucius Malfoy drawled near the front of the small crowd of dark cloaked figures while pulling off his mask. "Now hand me the prophecy like a good little girl…"

"Let - Let the others go, and I'll give it to you!" I said desperately, knowing I was running out of options. A couple of the Death Eaters chuckled, their sadistic minds finding humor in my fear and despair. "You're not in any kind of position to bargain, Potter," said Lucius Malfoy with a slight, letting me know he thoroughly enjoyed having me cornered like a rat. "It's ten to one, Potter. Tell me Dumbledore at least taught you how to count?"

"She's dot alone!" Neville shouted, his jaw hindering his speech severely, as he stumbled into the spacious room. "She's still god be!" I appreciated his bravery and loyalty, but right now, in the state I was in and the odds I was against, I just wanted the guaranteed safety of my friends, and he was not helping with his current actions. "Neville… No… Please… Go back to Ron and the others…" I said weakly, but still knowing his Gryffindor qualities would keep him here, in danger, as long as he could crawl. One of the Death Eaters fired a curse at him, but it missed, bouncing off the stone wall behind him.

But the curse didn't simply fizzle out in the corner.

It was headed somewhere. Towards someone, actually.

Heading straight towards me.

The curse hit me square in the chest, causing my body to fall. The room moved in slow motion, blurring at the edges, as a deep stinging pain blossomed at my core, and I fell.

I fell straight through the fluttering, black, shadowed veil.

And then there was nothing.

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I awoke in a white space, feeling like I weighed nothing. My Hogwarts robe was gone, lost when I fell down the many tiers of the strange room with the whispering veil that fluttered in a windless room.

The veil. Neville. The Death Eaters. The prophecy. Ron, Ginny, Luna.

Panic filled my mind as I tried desperately to figure out where I was, and worried about the safety of my friends. I realized that, by some miracle, I still had the prophecy, it's contents swirling and swishing a shadowy white-grey color. I sagged in partial relief, hopeful that my disappearance had created some kind of distraction. At least one long enough for Neville to get help, and me to return.

I looked around as I fingered a shiny silver pendant around my neck; it contained a picture of my parents and I on one side and a couple of words inscribed on the other: Callisto, our beloved rose. Climbing to my feet, I turned around, gasping when I saw two large, nearly identical gateways, made of an ancient wood that had strange runes carved along the edges. The gateways faced each other, about forty feet apart, extremely tall and ominous, when suddenly, a childish and sarcastic voice sounded from behind me, "Well, well, well. Looky who we have here! The girl who lived! Callisto Potter!" I whipped around, my long skirt swirling around me, to see a completely white figure, only defined by its shadowy outline and a grinning mouth, full of teeth. "Who are you? What are you? Where am I?" I fired off questions to the strange creature, fear once again filling my entire being, the cold weight that had been absent since I had awoken.

"Whoa there girl, calm down. And to answer your question, I am what you might call 'The World.' Or perhaps 'The Universe.' Or perhaps 'God.' Or 'Truth.' Or 'Everything.' Or 'One.' And… I am you." The figure stated, laughter somewhat evident in it's voice. At another time, I might have chuckled at his tone, or just the way he said it. But now the only emotion I felt was fear and dread. I attempted to summon the wind to my aid; a skill I discovered several years ago but had told no one about, in fear that I would be cast apart from the few friends I had made, but it seemed there was no wind to summon. We were in an unearthly place and it shook me to my very core. I was scared, I was horrified.

"Why?" I asked, my voice shaking now, composure broken, with tears welling up in my eyes. "Why am I here? Can I go home? Please?" The white figure simply threw its head back and laughed, displaying its teeth in its vigorous action. "No, stupid girl," Its tone harsh and humorless now, despite what it'd just done, mere moments before. "You entered the gate, and now it is my job to take compensation for your foolishness. You must pay the price for the knowledge you will receive." The being waved a hand and suddenly there was a thickness in my chest, breathing became difficult and I fell to my knees, hacking and wheezing, grabbing at my mouth in an attempt to cover it. When I pulled my hand away, a few drops of blood dotted the surface of it.

"Wha-What di- Did you do t- to me?" I managed to squeeze out, my throat scratchy and aching, coughs interspersing my strangled sentence. "I merely took what I deserve. For I will show you something you will not soon forget. But do not think this is the only thing I will take. Farewell!" The white creature said all this with a chuckle and then black hands were shooting out from the gate to my left, wrapping around my arms and legs, not giving me time to wonder about the white figure's mysterious words, or warning that it would take more than it already had. The tiny black hands dragged me into the gate, pulling me towards a gigantic eye, the iris slate grey and the pupil a dark maroon color. I screamed, my throat on fire from the effort, but I couldn't help it. I was utterly terrified.

I was finally inside the gate and a thousand images, words, thoughts, hopes, and dreams flooded into my head all at the same time. My mind felt like it would explode as information jammed itself mercilessly into my brain. I finally blacked out from the combined pain of my chest, throat, and head.

Envy's POV

I had just returned from gathering information out at Central. A friend of a friend who had encountered Edward Elric once before, poor bastard. I had been jogging back to our hideout, a discreet but surprisingly cozy cave, nestled in the corner of an valley in South Amestris, when a flash of color caught my eye. A collapsed figure lay about thirty feet away from me in the grass.

I ran over to them, my breath catching in my throat when I got a closer look. It was a girl who couldn't have been more than fifteen years old, she had incredible unruly black curls that were splayed elegantly over her shoulders and the ground beside her head. Her eyelashes were impossibly long and it seemed a miracle that they weren't tangled together. She had pouty pink lips and a graceful blush upon her cheeks. Bright emerald eyes barely focused on me as she tried to reach out with delicate hands. She paused in her movement, hunching over and hacking, spitting blood onto the grass. She looked up once again, her lips forming two raspy words as her enrapturing green eyes locked on mine.

"Help me."

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(A/N) Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! It was a lot of fun to write this and explore this semi-new character. Here's your digital brownie, as promised! *hands out pixelized brownies to everyone* I really hoped you liked it, and if you have any plot suggestions or constructive criticism, I'd love to hear it! Just message me or comment your thoughts, I'd love to hear from you! Farewell for now!

With love to you all,

-SeriouslySirius234/Buddergurl789