Harry Potter and the Drake Alchemist: Prologue

By Star Dragonmaiden

Author's Note/Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist. No, this is not a Harry Potter/FMA crossover. I'm just using the alchemy techniques and ideas (i.e. Equivalent Exchange, etc.). The only thing(s) I own is/are Henry Arlan, his family, this version of a drake, and this story. The idea of a drake will be made clear later in this story. The story will follow Book 5 UNTIL A CERTAIN POINT, and then officially become an AU. You will know that point when you read it. Repeat, after a CERTAIN POINT in Book 5, this story becomes original. That means this story is NOT Book 6 and 7 compliant, aside from a few, small details (Snape being half blood, etc.).

I'll be portraying dragons very differently in this story from how Rowling showed them. They'll be more like the dragons from Dungeons and Dragons, powerful and fierce, but very intelligent and certain breeds will commonly interact with humans.

I don't plan on Henry being in a romance with any of the characters; I don't see such a thing working. Close friendships are a different matter. This will focus predominantly on a Snape/OC friendship. POV will also switch back and forth when I think it appropriate.

This is by far the longest AN I've ever written ;. Thank and enjoy the story.

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"…You're sure I can't convince you otherwise, Nicolas?" Nicolas Flamel sighed and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Albus…but no. Now that the Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed, there's not enough time left for me to teach them everything they need to know about alchemy…" Albus Dumbledore steepled his long fingers thoughtfully.

"What about…?" Flamel looked sharply at Dumbledore, knowing exactly what his old friend was about to suggest.

"Albus, you KNOW he would refuse…" That thrice-damned twinkle was present in the old headmaster's eyes again.

"Not if we both ask him. After you, my friend, the dear boy is the best candidate for the job." Flamel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Dumbledore was right. Again.

"That IS true…however…he hasn't shown his face in public since…" Dumbledore nodded grimly.

"Seventh year graduation…but that was so long ago…" Flamel gave him a shrewd look.

"Albus, you know a trauma like that can take many years to heal, if it heals at all…and his kind have long memories…There is also the situation with the Ministry to consider…" Dumbledore raised a hand, silencing him.

"Alchemy is a dangerous Art. Beside you, he is the best person to teach them. Even Cornelius can't argue with that." Flamel leaned back in his chair.

"True…but there is still the fact that he is socially crippled…he may panic if he is surrounded by so many people after this long…"

"He has developed a nervous disposition, true…but from what I've seen, he is still as eager to please as ever. Filius, Minerva and I will help him as he needs it." Flamel gave Dumbledore a skeptical look.

"Perhaps…being surrounded by people who accept him may help him cope…but do you think he could handle teaching a class?" Dumbledore smiled in a kindly manner. He had pulled a sheet covered in little yellow dots out of a pocket in his robe and was carefully picking one off.

"I have complete confidence in the boy's abilities. He'll be fine," He popped a yellow dot into his mouth and held the sheet out to Flamel, "Lemon Drop?" Flamel stared at him.

"…W-what?" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled in amusement.

"Lemon Drop. It's a muggle sweet that I've grown rather fond of…would you like one, Nicolas?"

"Er…no, thank you…if I may ask, Albus, why are you so insistent on teaching the students alchemy?"

"One never knows when such abilities could prove useful." Flamel sighed and pulled himself out of his chair, wincing as his joints cracked loudly in protest.

"…Very well…I suppose that this is for the best…but the final decision is ultimately his. Since I took him on as my apprentice, the boy's become like a grandson. As such, I would never force him to do anything."

"I understand."

"Alright, I'll call him in." Flamel walked slowly toward the one room that he knew his apprentice would be in; the alchemy lab. He rapped lightly on the door and waited for the muffled reply from the other side.

"Yes…?"

"…Henry, my boy…could you step out here for a moment? I have something important to discuss with you."

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How's Dumbledore? Is he in character? Henry will play a bigger role in the next chapter.