AN: Hey, all! This is my first HP/FMA Xover, so be gentle, ne? Please, read and review, and let me know what you think. I'm afraid I don't have a beta, so it probably has mistakes. Point them out and I'll try to do better in the future.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist. Unfortunately, Roy and Severus belong to their respective authors.
AN2: Oh, and before we begin, don't worry--this will not be slash. Nope. There may be a slash couple in the background or something, but it will definitely not be between Severus and Roy. Roy belongs to Riza, and Riza alone. She'd kill anyone else that tried to get him. lolol.
OK, enough babbling. On to the story!
Chapter One: In which the scene is set, and characters introduced
Albus Dumbledore, leader of the Light and figurehead of the War Against Voldemort, believed to be the strongest wizard alive and fearer of nothing, was afraid, Very afraid, not for himself, but for his friend and college, resident spy for the Light Severus Snape. He had been summoned in the middle of an Order meeting, and hadn't been seen or heard from since. That had been three days ago.
"Headmaster?"
Dumbledore turned from the fireplace and gazed at teh younger man. "Yes, Remus?"
Remus Lupin tried not to look into the Headmaster's eyes, knowing that the usual twinkle would not be there. "The search party has just returned. They didn't find anything, sir."
"I can't say that I'm surprised." The old man sighed deeply.
Lupin winced. The disappearance of their spy was a heavy blow to the Headmaster, as well as a few of the Order members that had managed to get passed the prickly outer layer and close to the Potion's Master.
"We shall have a meeting tonight at seven."
"Yes, Headmaster. I'll make sure the others know."
"Thank you, Remus."
The young werewolf nodded and left the Headmaster alone in the study.
In the upstairs library at the Order Headquarters, Harry Potter frowned in his sleep, his head resting on the book on the table in front of him, page still opened to where he had been before falling asleep.
Harry was sitting in a large throne-like chair gazing at the pitiful heap on the floor before him.
"Did you honestly believe that your treachery would not be discovered? That you, a pathetic excuse for a human being, could fool me, the greatest wizard ever to live?" His glare intensified. "You were my favorite, my most trusted, my right hand! I would have taken care of your every need and whim once my reign was secured! You, my chosen heir! And this is how you repay my favor? Be deceiving me? By giving my secrets to he who tries to stop me? He who tries to kill me?!? Why?!? Answer me!!"
The black form on the floor merely curled into himself, convulsing slightly and making slight gasping noises.
"I ordered you to answer me! Crucio!"
He sneered at the sight of the obviously injured man convulsing on the floor. He released the curse and strode over to his prisoner. He knelt down and placed his hand on the quivering head.
"Enjoy the show, Harry?" he chuckled.
Harry felt his insides grow cold.
The scaly hand grasped a handful of black hair and jerked the head upwards to gaze into the black eyes of his prisoner. His left thumb moved a bit towards the man's right eye.
"I need you to give a message to Albus. Can you do that for me, Harry?"
Hermione Granger gave a small shriek and jerked her hand back as her dark-haired friend gasped and sat up straight.
"Harry? I've been trying to wake you for the last ten minutes... Harry?"
"Snape!" he gasped. "I saw Snape! He has him. He...he..."
"You had a vision? Harry, we have to tell Dumbledore!" Hermione pulled at Harry's sleeve.
"He..." Harry choked out.
"...Harry?" she asked softly.
The dark-haired boy squeezed his eyes shut shook his head, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. "We have got to save him, 'Mione. We just have to!"
"Harry, we must tell Dumbledore. He'll know what to do!"
Harry nodded in agreement and nearly ran to the door.
The Order members gathered around the table in the kitchen looked up at the intruder who had just burst through the door.
"Harry, dear?" Molly Weasley asked. "Are you all right?"
"Dumbledore!" he gasped. "Vision...Snape...messa..." he choked out.
"Slow down, child," Dumbledore said gently. "Sit down and try again, a bit slower this time."
Harry collapsed into the proffered chair and shuddered. "I was in the library. Upstairs." He pointed towards the ceiling. "I fell asleep studying, and I was in Hishead again." He paid no attention to the shocked gasps coming from the others. "He was shaking. I think he was hurt pretty badly, but I couldn't really see all that well. Hecrucio'd him. He didn't even scream, just convulsed a bit more. Then He...He walked over to him and petted him on the head, like he was a dog or something." Harry shuddered again. "Then Heasked if I had enjoyed the show. He knew that I was there, in his head. He said to give you a message. Then He...He...."
"What, kiddo? What happened? What did he say?" Sirius Black urged.
Harry glanced briefly at his godfather before looking Dumbledore straight in the eye. "He said to tell you not to worry about the traitor, that he wouldn't suffer much longer." Here, Harry's voice cracked and he struggled to get the next words out. "Hesaid that...that Snape wouldn't be telling you what he saw anymore, 'cause he wouldn't be seeing much of anything to tell. He..." Harry bit his lip again and looked as if he would be sick as the little trail of red ran down his chin.
"Harry, my boy? What happened next?" Dumbledore placed both hands on Harry's shoulders.
"There was so much blood..."
"Harry," Dumbledore's voices beseeched.
"His thumb," Harry whispered. "He took his thumb and...Gods, the blood...What kind of MONSTER would stick his thumb into a person's eye like that?!?! And how heshrieked...Merlin, I'll never forget that scream for as long as I live..." Harry hugged himself tightly. "Headmaster, you've got to get him out of there! No one deserves that!"
Dumbledore was silent as he held his head in his hands. Be strong, child. I will find you, just hold on a little longer, I beg of you...
Black eyes glared balefully at his captors as they threw his cellmate back into the dark, dank cell. As soon as the door clanged shut he eased himself over to him and prodded him gently.
"Severus?" he questioned softly. "Hey, man, you okay?"
Severus Snape moaned quietly, and eased his left eye open. "Roy?"
"Yeah, it's me." Roy Mustang smiled cynically and asked, "Have a nice flight?"
Snape snorted. "You could call it that. Not nearly as much turbulence as last time."
"Ease over and let me check."
Snape complied, and said, "Nothing much this time, except..."
But Mustang had already seen his damaged eye. "My God," he exclaimed softly. "Hang on a second." He rummaged around for his discarded jacket and tore a nice, long strip off of it. "Here," he said as he knelt in front of Snape. He wrapped the strip of cloth around his head a few times, effectively bandaging his right eye. "That really needs to be seen about..."
"I know. I'll call the doctor first thing in the morning," Snape snarked.
Mustang merely grinned slightly. "You know what I meant," he growled lightly, his hand running through his short black hair. "Well, at least now we really match," he shrugged, gingering the eye patch covering his own left eye.
"The dynamic duo, we." Snape shook his head ruefully.
For all of the pair's playful-esque bantering, any outsider could plainly see that they were really putting up a strong front. Both moved slowly and deliberately, pain lancing through every muscle at the slightest jostling.
"Heh, I still say that Albus will be the first to rescue us," Snape sighed as he laid down next to Mustang on the cold stone of the dungeon floor.
"You don't know the Lieutenant like I do," Mustang returned. "She's got the tenacity of a bulldog when there's something she wants. She won't give up 'till I'm back at HQ, doing paperwork."
The fire blazed merrily in the center of the temporary camp. Around it huddled a handful of men and women dressed in blue military uniforms. On one side a blond woman sat alone, staring blankly into the dancing flames as she warmed her fingers.
"Lieutenant Hawkeye?"
She looked up as a tall male officer with black hair and slight beard knelt beside her.
"Lieutenant Colonel Hughes."
"We'll find him," Maes Hughes smiled at her, his gold eyes looking into her own brown orbs.
"You know the colonel," Jean Havoc nodded from across the fire as he lit another cigarette. "Who knows? Knowing him, he's probably already escaped on his own and is off chasing pretty ladies."
Riza Hawkeye glared evilly at the blond officer.
"Shut up, Havoc," she growled.
Havoc's blue eyes widened, and he saluted smoothly, if a bit lazily. "Yes sir!"
Hughes chuckled at the display. "It's all right, Lieutenant, he didn't mean anything. He was just trying to lighten the mood. Roy will be okay, you'll see. He's probably lounging about waiting for us to come and get him out, as usual."
Hawkeye smiled. Now that did sound like the Colonel.
"In the meantime, however..." Hughes whipped out his wallet and shoved a mountain of pictures under Hawkeye's nose. "See how big my beautiful little Elysia is getting?!?" he crooned excitedly.
AN3: All done! lol. Well, for this chapter, anyway. Review and let me know if it's worth continuing. I'm not gonna bother writing and updating a story that nobody reads/likes. If all I get is one reviewer saying "You suck! You should die and stop writing this crap!" then I'll continue on. Mainly cause it amuses me to infuriate crazy people. big grin So, please take a moment of your time and tell me your thoughts on whether I should continue. TTFN!
