I own no rights to any of the material I am writing about. All right to Harry Potter belong to J. K. Rolwing and Baccano belongs to Ryogo Narita.

This is a magic AU, where almost all of the immortals are wizards and alchemy is a wizarding practice.

Chapter 1 - The Opportunity to start anew or The Boy Who Lived

After the defeat of You-Know-Who countless people, meeting in secret all across the country where saying cheer in hushed voices, "To Harry Potter, the boy who lived." Little did they know that for the next ten years was going to be a living hell for him.

Several years had passed since Dumbledore had since Harry to live with his family. Being the headmaster of his school he was always looking for ways to improve his school while continuing to learning himself. During his studying, he came across an old form of magic that wasn't used very often; Alchemy. Most wizards have either never heard of the alchemy or, in some cases, never even heard of it.

According to the book that he was reading, alchemy used both magic and the muggle practice of science. Since more that half of his students come from families where one parent is a muggle or sometimes is both are, it might be a good idea to have a subject like that.

With a deep sigh, Dumbledore closed the book and set it aside. If he wanted to make this a new class he would have to talk this over with his Headmistress, that is if he could even find a person that was qualified to teach such a class. He decided that he needed to sleep for the night and speak with McGonagall in the morning.

It was nearly noon when he had caught up with her to invite her for lunch. After he explained what he found out she asked, "Can we even find a professor for this subject? It's such an uncommon practice." Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully. "I plan to go to the Ministry next week, surely someone can point me in the right direction."

He soon found that there was very few people that new anything about alchemy. A few times the name of Maiza Avaro came up but no one seemed to know where to find him. There was also a great library in Italy that used to teach that subject but it claim that was outdated. There was an Avaro that was a student in that school nearly 300 years who escaped to America just before the town burned. He wondered if the Avaro's passed this form of magic down through the generations.

The next summer, just after the end of the school year, he decided to travel to America to visit Mr. Avaro. When he got the office in America, he immediately questioned the whereabouts of Mr. Avaro. He was told that Mr. Avaro ran a restaurant in New York. He decided to stay the night in a pub in New York and try to find him in the morning. He almost didn't want to relax quite yet. After all this time, he wanted to hope that this would be that last step to find a professor.

The sign for the restaurant read 'Alveare'. When Dumbledore walking in, he found the place was warm and lively. There were people of every age were enjoying themselves. The smell of honey was strong in the air. In the middle of the room there a large group of people surrounding two others that were telling a very animated story.

A young Chinese woman walked up to him and said in a very cheery voice, "Table for one?" Dumbledore stroked his beard and said, "I'm actually looking for someone. Is there a man named Mr. Avaro here?" She looked toward the direction of the kitchen before she said, "Please come with me l, sir."

She led him to a table and said, "Wait here for a moment, please." She gave him a quick bow and walked into the kitchen. While he was alone he looked around the room. This place was a bit odd. He had never been in a place like this. Some of the people were obviously wizards but others looked like they might be Muggles.

Before long, a young man came up and sat down across from him. He looked very clean cut, like a young business man. Thin glasses were perched on his nose.

"Mr. Avaro, I assume. My name is Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Its a pleasure to meet you." said Dumbledore, extended his hand. The young man lightly grasped his hand but looked slightly uncomfortable. "Well," he said, taking his hand back and scratching the back of his head. "Ah, hello Mr. Dumbledore. I'm sorry to say that Maiza isn't here. My name is Firo Prochainezo. Perhaps I could help you instead."

Dumbledore had considered waiting for Mr. Avaro but didn't see any reason not to talk to this young man for now.

"May I ask what what business you have with Maiza?" he asked politely. Dumbledore considered not telling him but he saw no reason not to. "I had heard that he was a master of the art of alchemy and was hoping that he could, perhaps teach my students." Mr. Prochainezo rested his chin on his hand and said, "Ah, sorry, I can't help you 'cause I don't really know where he is right now. And its not like I really now very many other people that know alchemy, well besides me, and maybe Ronnie."

This peeked Dumbledore's interest. "You know about alchemy as well?" he asked. "Would you mind telling where you learned?" An impish smirked crossed Mr. Prochainezo's face. "Hehehe, I suppose that I could partially thank Maiza for it." When it was clear that he wasn't going to tell him any more, Dumbledore laced his fingers on the table and said, "How old are you, Mr. Prochainezo?" Mr. Prochainezo looked like he was going to laugh. "I'm older than I look." He answered vaguely.

While he was here, he decided to find out how much Mr. Prochainezo knew. "Speaking of alchemy, do you know anything about the emerald tablet?" Mr. Prochainezo looked down for a moment before saying. "Yeah, yeah, of course. That's the one of the foundations of alchemy." Dumbledore waited for him to continue. "Let's see, there were 15 things written on it. Ah, I believe that Isaac Newton was one of the people that translated that pretty well. Um, tis true without lying, certain and most true. This which is below is like that which is above and that which is above is like that which is below to do the miracles of one only thing. And as all things have been and arose from one by the meditation of one, so all things have their birth from this one thing by adaptation."

While he was thinking, the young waitress came back and set drinks in front of them before leaving without a word. Dumbledore took a sip of it. It tasted like alcohol sweetened by honey.

At this point, Mr. Prochainezo had his eyes closed in concentration. There was a troubled look on his face. "The Sun is its father, the moon its mother, wind hath carried it in its belly, the earth its nurse. Next is, the father of all perfection in the whole world is here. Its force or power is entire if it be converted into earth." Dumbledore was fairly impressed by his display. Even though he had been studying this subject he didn't remember all of them.

"Separate thou the earth from the fire, the subtle from the gross, sweetly with great industry. It ascends from the earth to the heaven and again it descends to the earth and receives the force of things superior and inferior." he continued, "By this, means you shall have the glory of the whole world and thereby all obscurity shall fly from you. Um, Its force is above all force, for it vanquishes every subtle thing and penetrates every solid thing. So was the world created. From this are and do come admirable adaptations where f the means, or process, is here in this. Hence I call Hermes, um, hold on, let me think. Oh, right, Hermes Trismegistus, having the three parts of the philosophy of the whole world. That which I have said of the operation of the Sun is accomplished and ended."

Mr. Prochainezo took a deep breath when he was finished. "My that was quite impressive." Congratulated Dumbledore. Mr. Prochainezo took a sip of his drink before saying, "Although, not everyone who studied this believes the same thing." "What do you mean by that?" asked Dumbledore. Mr. Prochainezo scratched his cheek and said, "Well, originally alchemy had been seeped in religion and some alchemists thought that they could summon a demon. Others believe that things like that are just hokuspokus. Its more or less a split between two different groups. Although, I suppose you could do a bit of both."

Dumbledore couldn't help but smile at him. "Your really are quite well versed in this subject." he stated. Mr. Prochainezo smiled and had a mixture of pride and slight embarrassment on his face. "I suppose I am." As he was saying this, a man that looked slightly older came up and stood behind him. "Firo," he said. Mr. Prochainezo turned around shapely and exclaimed, "Maiza! I didn't know you were going to be back already."

"Ah, hello Mr. Avaro." said Dumbledore. "Its a pleasure to meet you. My name is Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Mr. Avaro smiled gently at him. He could see something mysterious behind his smile. "Ronnie had already told me the situation." he said, looking down at Mr. Prochainezo. He then turned to Dumbledore and said, "Firo may not seem very old but I can assure you that, he is more that qualified for the job."

Mr. Prochainezo looked surprised at this. "What are you talking about, Maiza?" "Exactly what I just said." he clapped him on the shoulder. "You know more about this subject that I do." Mr. Prochainezo bit his lip a bit. "I'm going to be in New York for a while, so take some time and think about it." Dumbledore offered. Mr. Avaro extended his hand and said, "Absolutely, we'll be in contact."
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In the novels, Firo wears fake glasses to make him look older.