Author's Notes: For a while, I've wanted to write an FMA/HP crossover but I haven't been able to solidify my ideas enough until now. I think I have a pretty good concept of where I want this story to go, and I'm hoping you'll all join me for the ride, because I've got a lot planned for this story!
A few things you should know before reading:
1. This will take place during The Order of the Phoenix, starting during Harry's vision of Mr. Weasley being attacked by Nagini in the Ministry of Magic.
2. Anything FMA related in this story will be referenced from FMA:Brotherhood or the manga.
3. I don't think there will be much, if any, focus on romance/shipping, but if I do end up putting a little something in, it will most likely relate to Ed/Winry, Ron/Hermione, or even possibly Neville/Luna. I honestly wouldn't count on it though, as I intend this to focus more on the themes of adventure, drama, and friendship.
4. I will do my best to answer any questions you have. Just send me a comment or a PM and I'll do my best to get back to you.
5. This chapter will be pretty short, since it's just the intro. I promise that as soon as I start getting into the real story, the chapters will get longer.
Warnings: This chapter contains moderate violence and descriptions of blood.
That'll be all! Enjoy, guys!
Disclaimer– I'm going to say this once, and it goes for any chapters that might follow as well: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or the Harry Potter series. They belong to Hiromu Arakawa and JK Rowling respectively.
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Prologue: Inception
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The dream began like this: he was gliding down a dark hallway he didn't recognize, his long, agile body undulating back, and forth, and back again in scaly loops that propelled him further into the blackness. A single-minded determination buzzed within his conscious as he surged forward and he tasted the air with a forked tongue.
He was not alone. There was a man on the floor to his right, back propped against the wall with his chin drooping onto his chest, a silver cloak blanketing his legs. Another flick of his tongue proved the man to be asleep and he decided it best not to attack, though he wanted to with a raw, gnawing desire. He had to resist, lest he bring unnecessary attention to himself. Something he could not afford. Not now. Not now when he was so close, so very close…
But as he began to slither past, the sleeping man stirred and scrambled to his feet with a gasp of horror upon catching sight of him, reflexively producing a wand from his robes. Glee rose within him as he deduced that he had no choice but to strike now.
Before the man could even begin to utter a spell, he reared back and lashed forward once, twice, three times, catching the man's forearm with his fangs the first time and his ribcage the second and third. He felt he could break into a chorus of joyous laughter from the mere sadistic pleasure of feeling the man's ribs snap like a bundle of dry twigs in his jaws and he reveled in the exquisite sensation of hot, coppery blood gushing into his mouth, out through his gums and onto the floor in scarlet streams. At first, his victim cried out loudly in agony, his screams resonating up and down his vertebrae as he sunk his teeth deeper into his flesh, before he fell silent as well as unconscious.
Grinning to himself internally, he prepared to release the man, to let him bleed the rest of his life out onto the cold, tile floor, when he sensed others approaching. The feeling was emanating from behind the black door at the end of the hallway which suddenly burst open, out of it emerging two people, both around fifteen or sixteen in age, both male, both injured. They saw him, and one of them yelled something he couldn't understand.
He relinquished his victim, testing the air around the newcomers. He could taste blood on them, oozing from small scrapes littering their bodies and could tell both suffered from several broken bones. They would be no match for him in their weakened states, but as he reared back to strike, mouth agape, the shorter of the two pressed his palms together and slapped them to the ground. There was a blue flash, the thick scent of roasting ozone, and then…pain. He hissed ferociously as his flesh was attacked and mercilessly scorched by this foreign energy, burning him…burning…burning… burning…!
Green eyes shot open.
The dream had ended, and now the nightmare would take its place.
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Author's Notes: Feedback is loved! Any comments, suggestions, or constructive criticisms you may have are welcomed! Please, tell me what you think so I can make sure this story is the best it can be. Also, if there's anyone who'd like to be my unofficial beta reader, let me know, because I'd be grateful for any help I can get. Thank you!