"A bridge of silver wings stretches from
the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare..."
-
Aberjhani


With a flash of blue light and a grunt, a boy landed in the middle of Privet Drive with a thump. The flash caught Mrs. Figg's eye from the window of her house. She had been up for some late night knitting, but and was sitting in her favorite chair in front of the windows. (It was also so she could keep an eye on the Harry. That boy was unpredictable: who knows what he'll do!) She watched the body flop onto the concrete, unconscious. Oh, dear. It must have been one of those apparition mishaps, again. Thankfully no one saw that. Craning her neck, she could barely make out amidst the dim light of the street lamps that it was a young man! He was riddled with – ooh, she couldn't see him very well; she must really be growing old. She spotted some blood on his clothes and his body. Were those injuries? What should she do? Mrs. Figg was supposed to be watching over Harry, but she couldn't very well leave this poor, injured boy in the middle of the street. Grabbing her shawl, she hurried out into the night.

Mrs. Figg had called Dumbledore for some back-up. She was not as sprightly as she used to be, and her back couldn't handle that much weight. The boy was heavier than she'd originally thought! Dumbledore appeared with a crack beside her.

"Merlin!" she cried, clutching her chest. "How many times have I told you not to do that, Albus? You know, one day, I'm going to drop dead from a heart attack, and it's going to be all your fault."

The man chuckled, eyes twinkling. "Now, then. Who do we have here?" He diverted his attention to the bloodied and beaten boy lying on the concrete. Mrs. Figg hadn't gotten a chance to really look at the child until now. How peculiar. His long blond hair was pulled back in a messy braid (bit strange for a boy, hm?). Bits of metal were stuck in the heavily scarred flesh between the nape of his neck and his shoulder, and his clothes, dirtied and covered in blood like the rest of the boy, were torn. What had this been boy doing? He couldn't be over the age of sixteen! Mrs. Figg looked over at Albus, who had begun to levitate the boy.

"Let's keep him at your house, shall we?," suggested the old wizard, stroking his beard. "At least until he wakes up, that is."

"We can't exactly apparate him while he's in this state – who knows what'll happen – so we don't have much of a choice, do we?" she sighed.

The two laid the blonde on a bed in Mrs. Figg's guest bedroom. Dumbledore bid Mrs. Figg a good night and told her to call him if there was any problem. They exchanged farewells and Albus disappeared with a crack.

The boy pretty much stayed unconscious for the next few days, though she could catch some grunts and murmurings in a different language. She would often hear the name 'Al' and sometimes a 'Mustang' or a 'Winry', and maybe even sometimes a 'Father', but everything else the kid would say was indecipherable and most definitely in a different language. But if he was speaking a different language, he was obviously from another country. So what was he doing in Britain? And why would he be fighting here? She had so many questions, but they could only be answered when the boy woke up – if ever – from his deep slumber.

On the third day, the boy's eyes finally fluttered open.

After calling Albus, Mrs. Figg stared at the boy with shocking golden eyes (a lycanthrope?) as he tried to communicate with her in that strange foreign language. When it was clear she didn't understand what he was saying, he switched to another language, and a couple more until he had exhausted his reserves, none of which she could understand. How can this boy speak so many languages but not know English?

The boy let out a frustrated sigh – or maybe more like a growl as he tousled his already messy hair. This clearly wasn't working. Suddenly, he jabbed a finger at his chest.

"Ed," said the boy. Ah, so his name was Ed. Now, they were getting somewhere. She smiled.

"Arabella," she replied, placing a hand on her chest. Ed nodded in a gesture of understanding. With a sudden crack, Albus appeared at Mrs. Arabella Figg's side, causing the boy to jump as he held his arm in front of him ready to defend himself. The old man, white beard tucked away into the belt at his waist, chuckled. He put his hands up in surrender.

"So you've finally woken up?" he asked Ed. The boy did not change his stance, and his eyes were wild with confusion and tension. He spat out a sentence in his native language, which Arabella could only guess meant something along the lines of 'how did you do that'. She could try and explain it to him, but obviously he wouldn't be able to understand him, so, instead, she tried to illustrate the bearded man's harmlessness through gestures. It must have worked at least a little, for the rigidity in Ed's muscles and face slackened a little. He put him arms down. Eyeing Albus warily, he pointed to himself and mumbled an 'Ed'. The old wizard replied with a warm smile and an 'Albus.'

After introductions, Ed swung his legs over the bed and onto the floor, sitting up right.

"No, no. Ed, you still need rest!" Mrs. Figg said worriedly, as he attempted to stand up. The boy suffered from broken bones and a concussion: definitely not tip-top shape to be moving around, yet. She placed her hand on his shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed.

"She's quite right, my boy. But I'm here to take you somewhere else, so that Arabella," he said, gesturing to the woman, "can continue her original job."

The boy clearly didn't understand what he was saying, but Albus smiled at him, nonetheless. How nice. He held out his arm, motioning for to Ed to grab.

"Hold on to my arm, please."

Arabella watched as Ed eyed the arm suspiciously. Would he take it? She knew it was hard to trust someone right away, but Albus was a good man; Ed should have realized that, right? In the end, he reluctantly – but firmly – grasped the elder's arm, and with a loud crack, they were gone.


A/N: aaAaaAA sorry it took so long to post this! I had exams and stuffs haha Well, I've posted it now, so please enjoy! Also, this was really rushed sorry and I don't know enough about Mrs. Figg so it may be a little ooc sorry

For the anon who asked about Ed's arm: yes, he still has it from Alphonse sacrificing himself in Brotherhood uwu

Please enjoy! And reviews are my motivation !

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