HP/FMA X-over, and its not your conventional one either, dead people, magic, science, and psychopaths.
Lol not all that different from Ed's daily life, well hear is the beginning where all things must start.
Disclaimer: I don't own HP of FMA it would be nice if I did, but alas all the good ideas are taken so I'm left with none profitable fanfiction…
Prologue
The last thing he had expected was to fall into the middle of a battle field.
It was night and the air was cold and damp, he seemed to be in some sort of forest, tall trees towered above him their branches bare, the diamond sky far above, looked some how alien to his eyes.
A yell sounded and Ed made note he was still in some sort of war zone.
Now Ed not exactly battle hardened had had his fair share of dices with death, Barry the Butcher, the Chopper brothers, Scar... and he knew that with certain encounters there could be an array of multi coloured lights produced from various alchemic reactions, having used his own alchemy in many of the fights he had had to endure, but this was ridiculous!
Random lights were flying over his head, greens, reds, blues, accompanied by illegible shouts, the seen would have been quite spectacular similar to a shower of fireworks (he'd had his own close encounters with them too) were it not for the fact that the people who were shooting the lights at each other, and he noticed as he ducked another light that when a person was hit they went down, and normally stayed down.
This put a little more that just an anxious edge to his predicament.
He ducked another flash of light, as he decided the best cause of action, he was neutral to him both sides of this madness were hostile he needed to get out of there.
He saw his opening and ran for a patch of trees it was suitable cover and the people with the fireworks were no where near it.
As he reached the foliage he ran head long into a man in a long black cloak, his face the palest Ed had ever seen, the man raised his hand, his reflexes were the only thing that saved him, he flipped back just as a flash of green light passed him. He righted himself and then clapped his hands, the familiar blue light encompassing his automail arm transmuting it into a blade, as he took up a defensive stance awaiting the mans next move.
As he readied himself he saw that the man was wearing a mask, pale as bone shielding his features, Ed didn't like masks only people who had something to hide wore masks, something he knew all too well.
The man clad in black seemed stunned, this caused Ed to hesitate, and this cost him dearly.
There was a flash of red from somewhere to his right and then only pain, searing through him he couldn't breath, but he didn't scream, he never screamed, when he could help it, he'd known what real pain was since he was ten years old.
The pain abruptly stopped and Ed lay breathing hard on the cold earth, his situation then flooded back into his mind, he stumbled to his feet regaining his balance, teeth clenched trying to ignore the lingering pain.
He looked up to see a man approaching him this time with no black cloak or white mask, he looked to the floor his brain taking a moment to process the two black clad individuals now lying still, he looked back to the man approaching cautiously, he was dressed in brown robes an odd attire one Ed had never seen before, but he couldn't focus on the mans face his vision blurred, but he still managed to stay steady and raise is blade in defiance.
His vision then cleared and his eyes moved from the advancing man who seemed to be talking but Ed heard none of it, there standing to the right of the man stood his brother, in all his human glory, no hollow metal, no glowing eyes, just him flesh and bone.
His arm dropped "Al...?" He queried shocked.
The shout of 'stupefy' and blackness was all Ed then knew, his oblivion haunted by the image of his brother restored.
A.N: You know you like it review and kindle my creative juices!