Disclaimer: I do not, nor have I ever, owned Full Metal Alchemist or Harry Potter. Both belong to people much more creative and fortunate than me.
Author's Notes: Yes it has been years. Many many years. I just lost inspiration for this story. After looking it over and thinking about it, I just didn't like it anymore. So I am rewriting so it's not as terrrrrible as it was before. Hopefully this will be better and people will still continue to like it.
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Prologue
A flash of white in the darkness, the sound of someone, a young girl running, running, her eyes wide and terrified and her face a mask of terror. Her arms clutched something to her chest as she ran, a small bundle. Her pursuers were calm and confidant. Their dark robes flowed out behind them as they ran, chasing the girl down.
Her heavy gasps tore through her chests as she zigged and zagged frantically through the forest trying to escape. The pursuers were silent, not even seeming to be winded. Sweat dripped down her face, into her eyes. Suddenly, the small bundle that she had been clutching to her chest squirmed and started to give out a strangled cry. The girl looked down trying to calm the baby. Her distraction from the chase cost her. She tripped over a tree root in the dark. She fell down, managed to cushion the infant from the fall, and gave a small sob as she saw that her tormentors were close. Trying to scramble to her feet, she felt something whip out and wrap around her ankle.
She felt herself being pulled backwards through the forest towards those who were hunting her. She reached out a hand and tried to grab onto anything that could stop her. She felt her hand and back being sliced open over the rough ground, finally giving up on slowing herself down, wrapped both arms over the baby and prayed.
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Edward Elric was eating lunch. Sure, afterwards he had to go and report to Colonel Bastard afterwards, but for once Alphonse was not trying to force him to drink his milk nor had anyone called him short. It had been a good morning so far. Plus the food was delicious.
"Brother, are you done yet? That's your fourth plate."
"Al, isf dewificious. " Ed swallowed. "Seriously, I don't think I have ever had anything this good in forever. "
Al sighed. Sometimes it seemed like Ed could eat Amestris out of house and home in one sitting. His stomach was almost a bottomless pit. "Brother, you know Colonel Mustang wanted you to give your report at noon. It's half past now."
Ed swallowed the last bite of lunch and patted his stomach. "Fine, Al, let's go. Besides it's not like that bastard hasn't made us wait on him before, or withheld information. He deserves to wait a little while until I finish lunch."
Al, though his face was of rigid steel, managed to get across his glare at Ed. "That does not mean that you should stoop to his level."
Ed waved his hand carelessly at Al and snorted. "Psh, Al, it's not like we have anything vital to tell him. A little half hour wait is not going to kill him. Besides, he probably knows what we were doing anyway. He always knows…."
Ed was abruptly cut off. A transmutation circle had suddenly appeared beneath his feet. He tried to run and jump his way out before the reaction could finish. Unfortunately, despite his best efforts, his feet seemed to be glued to the pavement of the city sidewalk.
"Brother! What's going on?" Al yelled while he tried to reach Ed. The force of the reaction however, kept him from reaching his brother.
Ed clapped his hands together and to try and disrupt whatever was happening. Before he could place his hands are the ground he was standing somewhere that was eerily familiar. Two huge doors loomed before him. He could feel the terror building inside him but tried to quash it down. The Gate crashed open and he could see the millions of eyes peering out at him. Their shadowy hands reached and grabbed him, smothering him in their eagerness. They dragged him through the Gate and Ed blacked out.