Unforeseen Destiny

Chapter 1

The Lost Teen

Dark A/N - This story was adopted by me from Millie M. Banshee, who is an awesome writer. All credit on this chapter and the next ten goes to her.

Disclaimer: I don't own HP or FMA. I'm just using them for this story. They belong to J.K. Rowling and Hiromu Arakawa.

SOUNDS/sounds

Thoughts

It was dark, cold, and wet. On a side walk, up against a wall, sat boy in his mid-teens. His blond, braided hair was soaked and messy. His black and white shirt and black pants had no protection from the rain he had awoken up to earlier that day. Everything on him was drenched, right down to his boxers. He had no idea were he was. All of the streetlamps were dimly lit, giving the dark street a faint glow.

He sneezed slightly and rubbed his nose. That last thing he needed was a cold. He had his white gloved hands tucked under his arms to keep in as much heat as he could. He shivered, watching droplets of rain water fall off his long bangs. This was new place to him. So many houses that looked just alike with well kept laws. All he knew about the place was the name of street he was currently sitting on. A quiet street named Magnolia Crescent.

"This sucks," he moaned, leaning his head back. "Of all the places for me to end up… Huh?"

He heard someone coming in his way and in hurry, dragging something behind him or her. He did not move as the sound grew closer. He had been passed by a lot that day. The locals made comments about him being a fitly homeless brat and to get a job. Some just gave him a nasty look and quickly hurried passed him. Why should this person be any different?

He watched the corner as a younger teen ground it dragging a large trunk and bird cage under his arm. The younger teen looked really pissed about something. He stopped suddenly and collapsed not far from the blond. The new teen had messy black hair, glasses, and clothes that looked a little too big to fit his small frame. He did not even notice the blond staring at him.

"Running away, huh," the blond asked as black haired teen looked up at him.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Who are you?"

"Name's Edward Elric," he smiled putting hand out to the younger teen. "Most people call me Ed."

"I'm Harry Potter," the black haired, teen said, taking his hand. "Have you been out here all day? You're soaking wet."

"Can't help it," Ed said in a moan. "I've got no home you see."

"No home is better than what I just left," Harry bit out, leaning his own back against the cold wall. "I'm in a lot of trouble. I can't stay here for too long I just need to catch my breath."

"Oh, yeah? Trouble for what," Ed asked as Harry shook his head.

"I can't tell you," Harry sighed.

Ed did not press him any farther as the Potter kid looked around the area, watching for something. Ed just closed his eyes for a few seconds to gather his own thoughts in hopes of striking up another conversation. But he kept drawing up blanks on conversation starters. Ed suddenly heard the clasp on the large trunk open up. He opened his eyes to see Harry searching for something. Ed still did not open his mouth as the teen continued to look around in the trunk.

Suddenly Harry snapped up right and looked at Edward who also seemed to notice something odd in the air. Ed his head hung low and his eyes were narrowed, looking around as well. Harry brushed it off and went back to looking for his cloak. Suddenly he stood up as Ed did the same. This was not good. Someone or something was watching them. He would really be in trouble if he preformed magic in front of Edward. He may just have to; it was too dark to see by. Well, if he was in trouble, what difference would using magic make in front of a muggle now?

Ed looked over at Harry to see him holding a long stick. Oh, yeah, that was going to be good weapon if attacked. What was he going to do? Poke an eye out? He followed Harry's eyes to a dark alleyway. The lights were far too dim to make out anything.

"Lumos," Harry said as a bright light came out of the end of the wand.

"Whoa," Ed said quietly, squinting lightly now the area was suddenly brighter. "How'd you do that?"

Harry jumped slightly after hearing Ed beside him. They both look around the area now that there was real good light. They then saw something slowly make its way out of the shadows. It was large, black, and its eyes seemed to be gleaming in the light. Harry took a step back, tripping over his large trunk in the process and reached for Ed to regain his balance only to bring Ed down with him into the wet street gutter.

BANG!

Ed tried to sit up as Harry covered his face from the sudden bright light. The two quickly scrambled out of way screaming as a large triple-decker bus came to stop where they had been laying a strewn on the wet ground. Harry looked up at over the windshield to read the word The Knight Bus in gold letter.

"Shit," Ed yelled, wide eyed with his mouth hanging open as Harry carried the same look.

They suddenly saw a conductor jump out dressed in a purple and began to speak.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergence transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this eve-"

He stopped as he looked down at the two grounded boys staring up at him. Harry got up first grabbing his wand as Ed got up even slower still, looking between the odd bus and its so called conductor.

"What were you two doing down there," Stan asked, looking at Edward finally get on his feet.

"We fell over," Harry said.

"There was no 'we,'" Ed huffed. "You pulled me down with you."

"'Choo two fall over for," Stan asked as Harry looked wide eyed at Ed's red face.

"I didn't do it on purpose," Harry said to answer them both.

Harry suddenly turned back towards the alley where he had seen the large animal moments before the bus arrived. It was empty now. Ed was still gawking at the large red bus in front him.

"'Choo lookin' at?" asked Stan to Harry.

"There was this big black thing," both boys said in unison but Ed dropped out to let Harry finish. "Like a dog…but massive…"

The conductor had a look around as Harry turned his eyes on Ed who was looking wide eyed at the bus.

Can he really see all this, he asked himself turned back to Stan as Stan looked at his forehead.

"Woss that on your 'ead," he asked.

"Nothing," Harry said, flatting his hair.

"Woss your names," Stan asked as both teens looked at him.

"Neville Longbottom," Harry said as Ed gave in a confused look.

"But I thought-OOF," Ed said, getting an elbow to his ribcage. "Name's Edward Elric."

"So-so this bus," Harry said quickly as Ed just continued to stare at the bus. "Did you say it goes anywhere?"

"Yep, anywhere you like, long's it's on land. Can't do nuffink underwater." the conductor said proudly, before looking at Edward oddly. "Choo gettin' on or not?"

Ed jump slightly. He was not too sure about this thing. He slowly walked closer to the bus.

"'Ere," Stan said, looking suspicious, "you did flag us down, dincha? Stuck out your wand 'and, dincha?"

"Yes," Harry said in a hurry. "Listen, how much would it be to get to London for the both of us?"

"What," Ed said quietly, taking a step up.

"Hush," Harry bit out in a whisper.

"For two the two of you that would be 22 Sickles," Stan said. "But for but for 6 more Sickles you get 'ot chocolate, and for 8 Sickles you get an 'ot water bottle an' a toofbrush in the color of your choice."

Ed just looked at him like was crazy. Why would he want a toothbrush? Harry quickly went through his trunk again and handed Stan the money. Ed quickly got on as Harry and Stand made their way with the trunk and bird cage. Harry and Ed just looked on in awe finding beds in place of seats, candles lit beside each bed. Towards the back they saw a small wizard in the back muttering.

"Not now, thanks, I'm pickling slugs," he murmured, turning over.

"Ew," Ed said under his breath.

"You'll 'ave these two," Stand said, shoving Harry trunk under the bed closest the driver. "This is our driver Ernie Prang. This is Neville Longbottom an' Edward Elric, Ern."

The old driver turned to look at the two boy behind as Harry fixed hair again as he sat down with Ed behind in the other bed.

"Take 'er away, Ern," Stan said, getting into an armchair beside Ernie.

BANG!

The bus shot off again both as boys fell over backwards. Harry pulled himself up, and looked at dark window and then Ed who was holding onto the sheets for dear life. Harry looked back out the window bewildered at the speed of the bus as Stan watched the both of them in great enjoyment.

"This is where we was before you flagged us down," he said. "Where are we, Ern? Somewhere in Wales?"

"Ar," said Ern.

Great a pirate wanna-be, Ed moaned, covering his head with the pillow.

"How come the Muggles don't hear the bus," asked Harry, looking at Ed behind him.

"Them!" Said Stan. "Don' listen properly, do they? Don' look properly either. Never notice nuffink, they don'. Is your friend all right?"

"Do I look all right," Ed muffled through the pillow. "I'm about to bring up breakfast!"

"Well, that wouldn't be the first time," Stan said rolling his eyes. "Just don' get it all over the sheets."

"Best go wake up Madam Marsh, Stan," said Ern. "We'll be in Abergavenny in a minute."

Stan got up and disappeared up the staircase. Harry looked back down at Ed with the pillow planted firmly over his face.

"Hey, Ed," Harry asked. "Can you breathe?"

"Haha," he deadpanned.

"So, where are you from," Harry mused. "You're accent is different. Are you from the States?"

"Might as well play along. Yeah," he said, pulling the pillow down from his eyes and looked over at Harry.

"What state," he asked as Ed froze.

"Well, I'm from a district," Ed said, hope that these 'States' had districts.

"Oh, like Washington D.C.," Harry asked with a smile.

"Yes," Ed nodded. Man that was close.

"So, how's the Capital anyway," Harry said, still smiling. "I always wanted to know what it was like."

"It's big, full of people, restaurants, and government buildings. Stuff like that," Ed said not really knowing what to say.

Stan came back with Madam Marsh and she had the same look as Ed. Sick as a dog.

"'Ere you go, Madam Marsh," Stan said as Ern stomped on the brake, causing the beds to slide.

Madam Marsh looked even worst than before as she hurried the bus as Ed covered his mouth with his hands over the pillow. Harry was wondering how much more Ed's stomach could take.

BANG!

The bus was off again and Harry was not feeling that well either. He went back to wondering about what was going to happen to him. Stan pulled out a copy of the Daily Prophet and was reading it. Harry noticed a large photo of a man on the front page.

"That man," Harry said, looking at the photo. "He was on the Muggle news!"

Stan looked up at him and laughed. Ed removed to pillow from his face and sat up to look at the photo that was moving. Okay this place was getting stranger by the second.

"Sirius Black," nodded Stan. "'Course 'e was on the Muggle news, Neville, where you been?

Stan laughed at him as Ed got up to get a better look as Stand handed Harry the paper.

"You oughta read the papers more, Neville." Stan said as both boys looked over the paper. "Don' tell me you haven't 'eard of 'im either, Edward."

"Uh, no," Ed said, reading over the paper.

They took a minute to read it over. So this guy was mass murder mad man. Sounded like Scar all over again. Talk about déjà vu. Harry had turned his attention on the photo of Sirius Black. When Ed had enough he got back into the bed he was in before and laid back down. His stomach was still not the best. He just decided to listen to Stan Harry talk the rest of the way to where ever Harry was taking them. Most of was on the Black fellow.

He was not to thrilled the bus took a sudden jerk after something Harry said. Who was Voldemort? He continued to listen to every detail about this the killer that was not in paper. His stomach was only getting worse. He closed his eye hard trying to think of something that would get his mind off his stomach.

"'Ear about that 'Arry Potter? Blew up 'is aunt!" Ed shot up and looked at the back of Harry's head. "We 'ad 'im 'ere on the Knight Bus, di'n't we, Ern? 'E was tryin' to run for it…"

Harry looked behind him to see Ed sitting farther down the bus. Oh, this was great. He just freaked Edward. With his luck Ed would not come near him any time soon. He laid down as the bus continued on its way. People got off and were more than glad to get off. Soon only Harry and Edward were left.

"Right then, Neville," Stan clapped his hands, "whereabouts in London?"

"Diagon Alley," Harry said.

"Righto," the conductor said. "'Old tight, then…"

BANG!

Ed could hardly wait to get off. He could feel some of the food in his stomach slowly make its way up into his throat. That only made him sicker. He was just about to bring up food as the bus came to sudden stop. Before Harry could stand up a blur of black and gold ran passed him and out the door. Not long after came some sounds that made Harry's stomach turn. How did Ed manage to hold in it that long was beyond him.

"Thanks," Harry said, getting off, careful where to step, no telling where Ed finally let it go.

Stan helped Harry with his trunk and the large bird cage.

"Well, bye then," Harry said as he heard trash can lid close not far from him. "Hope Ed's all right."

"There you are, Harry," came a voice from behind.

Before he could turn around, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Blimey! Ern, Come 'ere! Come ere!" Stan shouted.

He looked up to find Cornelius Fudge. Ed slowly moved towards him and was wondering who this guy was and why Harry looked like had just seen a ghost.

"What didja call Neville, Minister," asked Stan.

"Neville," Fudge repeated. "This is Harry Potter."

"Busted," Ed said under breath and got a look from Harry. "What?"

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