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Chapter Two - The Awakening.

Harry felt as if he was underwater, everything was muffled around him. His chest was tight and he had trouble breathing, he was sore all over, too. He could hear voices surrounding him and one was very familiar, just younger. A few moments later, he could feel strong arms pick him up and carry him. He felt a burst of cool air, and more voices joined the inky pool of darkness around him. He was lowered onto a bed of sorts before something was attached to his mouth and he could breathe again. The bed was being pushed on wheels, and he could hear someone read off a list, but couldn't make out what was on it. He was carted into a room when someone stuck a needle into him, and he knew nothing more.

Hours later, Harry finally woke up slowly. He tried to open his eyes but the room was too bright, so he took in his surroundings by sound. He could hear beeping of machines to his left and could feel something injected into his right arm. Speaking of, he could feel his left arm at all.

His eyes snapped open and he shot up in bed. The beeping got louder the more he freaked out and stared down at his arm. Nothing was there but a strange metal port, possibly a connection for a prosthetic of sorts. Then, a woman came bustling into the room, she seemed concerned.

"Oh! You're awake. Good," she said. Harry must be in a hospital, she looked like a Nurse. She turned and stuck her head out into the hall calling someone in. Then three people came into the room.

The first was a tall man with pitch black hair and dark blue eyes. He was wearing a foreign military uniform and by the bars on his jacket, he was a colonel. The second was a woman with blond hair pulled back in a bun and reddish brown eyes. She too wore the uniform, but had the rank of a lieutenant. The last one was --

"Luna!!"

"Hello, Harry…" she said in her usual airy voice, but then glared. She walked right up to him and - SMACK -- she slapped him across the face. His head bobbed from side to side like a bobble head. He rubbed his cheek as he glared back at her.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?!" he yelled.

"You know exactly what that was for, dumbass!!" she hollard back at him, she always got like this when she was angry. Her airy personality would almost completely disappear. "You scared the shit outta me, I thought you died!"

"It had to be done, Lu! You know that!"

"Well, you didn't need to basically sacrifice yourself!" she began to hit him in the arm. "You - stupid - self-sacrificing - idiotic - Moron!!"

"Alright! Alright! I'm an idiot, happy?" he glared at her, but then he saw her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She launched herself at him and clung on, hugging him tightly. His eyes softened, and held her with his one good arm.

"Ahem"

Harry glared over at the man, "Would you like a cough drop, sir? We are in a hospital after all, I'm sure they have some." His voice was laced with sarcasm left over from his attitude towards Umbridge.

"Harry, be nice." Luna said, picking up on where the sarcasm came from. "They're the ones who brought you here."

Harry's eyes widened for a moment, before he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry for the attitude," he apologized, "I had a very bad teacher a while ago that was a total bitch. We called her Umbitch because of it, she would belittle us and refuse to teach us anything except out of books! That's not usually a problem, but there wasn't anything to try out for ourselves in those books. Nothing hands on, all theory! And when she wanted to get someone's attention, she would use this obviously fake cough and it really grated on everyone's nerves."

"She also had absolutely no fashion sense," Luna added, with a roll of her eyes. "She constantly wore things that were all a very jarring shade of pink, even the girls couldn't stand the shade. Nothing matched either, and not in the flattering way either."

The two flinched, even they didn't like Umbridge. "I see," said the man. "I would like to ask, how are you feeling? We found you and you and your sister in an alleyway and you were very badly beaten."

"Yes," the woman said, "You had many bruises and multiple broken ribs, you were bleeding pretty heavily, too. Can we ask what happened?"

Harry flinched, these weren't injuries from the war back home, no these were from the Dursleys. He didn't know how it was possible, but maybe it was because of Death when he turned Harry into a child again.

"We were attacked," Luna lied, "a few thugs came up to us. They tried to take me away, but Harry attempted to fight them off. He nearly died! I was so scared."

"I'm sorry," Harry muttered. He really meant it, he didn't want to scare his little sister.

Then a man with light brown hair and brown eyes and was wearing a lab coat came into the room, he must have been the doctor. "Alright, everyone. I need to give Harry here a check up see how he's doing." The Doctor said, "I need you all to leave please."

"May I stay, sir?"

"If he wants you to stay, you may. Harry?"

Harry nodded.

Harry's visit at the hospital didn't last long, only about a week. His arm was reattached with a metal prosthetic known as automail, and bloody hell did it hurt. He was now walking outside the building towards the car that the two military officials, Colonel Roy Mustang and Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, secured for them. Neither Harry nor Luna had a place to stay, so the Colonel said there was someone else who could take them in.

The Fullmetal Alchemist.

A/N: HOLY SHIT!! I did not realize that the first chapter of this story would have so many people follow it! My god, you guys came out of nowhere! All those follows, favorites, and reviews made my day! So as a treat, here's Chapter two. Speaking of, do you guys want it to be set after brotherhood, or during? I might just make it during anyway, but I still want to hear your opinions.