I know I should be writing my Pokemon/Harry Potter stories, but this one just kind of flowed out.
I do not own Harry Potter, the series belong to the lovely J.K. Rowling. I do not own FMA, it belongs to the wonderful Hiromu Arakawa.
I write both Hetero and Slash pairings. This story is SLASH. That means if you don't like GAY relationships, please hit the little arrow that looks like an arrow pointing to the left. It means it will take you to the previous page, and is known as the magical back button. I will not tolerate someone degrading my work just because of it being against their beliefs. If you don't like something, ignore it. My beliefs say I can fall in love with whomever I wish. As a Pansexual, that works out great for me. This is a public domain. Unless it has to do with the actual words, such as grammar or fluidity, do not review if you just dislike this story. I will just remove the comment, and continue writing.
This story is kind of a cross between the original FMA and Brotherhood. If I confuse something, don't jump out at me. I haven't watched the original in years, despite it being on Netflix.
Some of you, who have read my Pokemon/HP, know that as stated in the last chapter, a family dog has died. We lost the lawsuit to have the man criminally charged, but the dog is required to be chained or locked in a fenced in yard.
Unfortunately, this chapter is a bit shorter than normal because of the AN.
I have came to adore fanfiction for a reason:
It helps with my anxiety. I can write fanfiction, and post it to fellow fans, because they wish that things were different in a story line, and most will read your works without degrading you. On this site, I'm free to write how I please, and I can be me, as well, using my own quirks, and ranting 'n' raving in the Author Notes before and after the chapters. I use it to escape the real world, and many on this site feel the same way.
Fanfiction is a way for me to cope, because nothing seems to help, and my life has literally taken a nosedive since I was fifteen. Six years have passed, and I've lost countless family members since my eighth grade spring break, which was when my adoptive grandfather (raised as his daughter, even after he divorced my mom) passed away, less than five months later, I lost my grandmother (raised as her daughter), and following her was seven other family members. This increased my anxiety, and I was also diagnosed with Dysthymia, a continuous long-term (chronic) form of depression. You may lose interest in normal daily activities, feel hopeless, lack productivity, and have low self-esteem and an overall feeling of inadequacy. These feelings last for years and may significantly interfere with your relationships, school, work and daily activities.
It made my three years of high school hell, and I ended up dropping out. I have regretted it ever since, and I have been trying to find a job, but there is few jobs a person with a high level of Anthropophobia/Sociophobia (fear of people and/or society) that can get without a high school diploma. As I need money to get a GED, this makes things difficult.
The reason I bring this to attention (for those that actually give a damn about the AN in a post) is people need to be made aware of these conditions. Most people just brush it off, and tell their friends/family members with these same problems that they need to buck up, and shake it off. You cannot shake anxiety or depression off. You can only learn to live with it, and most days, all you want to do is curl up and DIE. Not so much as you are suicidal, but the fact that everything gets to you all at once, and you just shut down, and don't know how to continue functioning. I have a wonderful aunt, who supports me, despite my incapability to find a job, and my 'sicknesses.' Because that is what they are. They are chronic illnesses that you can't just brush off, or stick a prescription on and call it good. I can only take medicine that dulls the affects of my illness, and learn to cope, not live.
Maybe one day, people will realize how much depression and anxiety affect a person, and learn how they can help their friends/family members. All I ask for you to do, is acknowledge that these people that you know, who push you away, or spend hours laying in bed because they cannot find a reason to get up, need you, despite what they say. All you can do is be patient with us, and let us know you are there for us.
CHAPTER THREE
Christmas Break Already?
December 15th
Harry grumbled as he waited impatiently for his turn against Edward. Students were gathering, watching as Draco lost, and horribly at that. Finally, the older blond told the younger to hit the showers, and turned to Harry, who grinned happily.
Thirty minute later, Ed had a bruise, but Harry had cuts and bruises everywhere. Roy was smirking, while McGonagall was opening and closing her mouth in disbelief.
"You went easy on them!" Roy scolded, but Harry was happily chirping to Ron about how he'd learned to fight. The men's thoughts turned to the first day.
October 19th
"Hit you?" Harry asked, stricken. "Why would I hit you?"
"In order to protect yourself, you must be able to hit someone. I promise you, you won't hurt me. I just got to gauge your strength, and what level to start you on." Roy explained. "I promise, we won't hit you back until you're ready to spar. We aren't doing this to hurt you, Harry. We're doing this, so you can fight for your life."
So Harry did as he was told, and attacked his new guardian with everything he had. Edward easily blocked each punch and kick. The man grinned, tossing Harry's hair.
December 17th
"Aw, come on, Harry." Draco whined. "You know you want to!"
"Whether or not I want to do something does not mean I should do as I wish." Was the haughty reply. Ron was looking between the two in confusion. "Draco wants to meet up over break."
"Yes, I do. You're my best friend. Of course I want to meet with you during the holidays."
"And the fact I am going to Central City flew over your head?"
"Of course not. My parents hold a ball every year, and everyone worth their grain of salt is invited." Draco explained. "The Longbottom's, Bones's, Diggory's, Greengrass's and Zabini's are just a few to name." Harry glanced at Neville. "Yes, Neville and I have known each other since we were children."
"Are you friends?" Draco flinched slightly, shaking his head.
"Though father invited them, I've never been allowed to make friends with the Longbottom Heir. My aunt is the reason he lives with his grandmother, so father invites them to show he is sorry for their suffering." Harry narrowed his eyes. "I've written an apology letter already. He replied back, saying he knew it was my father's doing, since I've became friends with you and W-Ron so well."
October 25th
Harry nervously followed Edward through the doors of Izumi Curtis's house. The woman attacked the young man with a flying kick, which was blocked easily. Harry shrank back as her sharp eyes landed on him. Before she could even move, he hid behind Edward.
"Harry has no training, sensei. He just got out of the hospital." The woman raised an eyebrow at the boy, who flinched, trying to disappear behind Edward. "Kiddo, she won't hurt you. I promise. Sensei is a great mother, and I wouldn't trust anyone else with you for when I need to go out for missions to get money to support us." The boy hesitantly allowed the young man to push him to Izumi, who lightly grabbed his shoulders, looking him over, before placing him at the table for a light breakfast.
"Edward," the woman said, three hours later, as they watched the boy sleep on the couch. "What has happened to that boy? When Sig came in, I thought he was going to faint."
"He's been heavily abused mentally, physically, and emotionally. He wasn't touched sexually, but I don't know if that wouldn't have changed over the years." The woman nodded, frowning.
"We'll have to show him he isn't helpless. That he's strong, and he doesn't have to let others push him into a corner." Edward grinned, nodding.
"That's why I brought him here. He's not an up-in-your-face fighter, but a speedy little brat. He would probably be good with guns, too. Roy agreed to talk to Hawkeye to train him."
"Roy huh? I didn't know the two of you had gotten so close." Edward blushed, glaring.
"It's not like that, sensei. We are co-workers that are going to be teaching a bunch of brats. We can't swear around them, and I'm not calling Mustang or Flame." The woman smirked, but said nothing. "Sensei, I've been reading their medical books..."
"No, Edward."
"We could try. Please, let me help you. The lack of your organs is slowly killing you. You're too important to Al and I to loose you too. It'd be like loosing another mother." Edward looked at his charge. "Sig told me, you know. You don't have much longer to live. What do you have to loose, sensei? What can you loose, when you're so close to the end? You have everything to gain from seeing a healer. Please, if not for Sig and I, then for Al."
"You're not going to let this go, are you?" Edward shook his head. "Fine, but I'm not going to get my hopes up."
"I know."
December 24th
Harry grinned as he opened the door for Alphonse and Winry. The blonde woman ruffled his hair, asking where Edward was, so she could check the automail before the others arrived.
"He's with Roy in the study." Harry lead the way to hide his grin.
He knew exactly what his teachers were doing.
"Oh my gosh! My eyes!" Alphonse cried, spinning around so fast to get away that he slammed into the door frame and knocked himself out. Winry was staring at the couple that had just been making out. A flush slowly covered her, and Edward's, face. Harry was too busy laughing to sense his sudden endangerment as gold and blue eyes turned to him. He, however, did notice when shadows fell over him.
"Sorry!" He gasped, trying to regain control. "I knew you were beating around the bush on telling people, and when you didn't answer the door, I thought it was perfect way to come out of the closet!" Edward growled, causing the kid to squawk as he ran from the room. Roy massaged his temples as Winry gaped at him.
"So, I guess that those rumors about being a lady's man were just that." She smirked after a minute. She left before he could reply, dragging Alphonse out with a show of strength a woman her stature shouldn't have. Roy shook his head, leaving the study, and locking the door after him.
Wouldn't do to allow a certain child into the study, after all.
"Ed! Come on, I didn't cook dinner so you could hide in the study!" Harry yelled from the foot of the stairs. "The team is here with a lady and a girl!"
"No need to shout, kiddo." Edward reached the boy, ruffling his hair. A little girl with brown hair ran at him for a hug. "Hi, princess."
"Big Brother Edward!" She squealed.
"Elicia, hi." Harry was shooting the almost nine year old a glare. Edward stifled his laughter as he realized the boy was jealous. "Elicia, this is Harry. He's a couple of years older than you, and my student." The girl pulled back to look the small preteen over.
"He's too girly, Big Brother! If you wanted a girl student, why didn't you take me on?" She pouted.
"Now Elicia, don't do that." Edward chided. "Harry is family now. He's never had one before." The girl paused, turning to the boy.
"Really?" Harry was now looking at the floor, shaking. "Why didn't you say something! I'm Elicia! Do you want to play with me?" Harry looked up so fast, Edward heard his neck pop.
"Y-you want to play with me?" The girl nodded, not picking up on his disbelief. "O-okay." Elicia cheered, pulling him to the living room, where she started to pull out building blocks.
"She took to him fairly well." Roy mused as Edward joined him and the adults.
"She did, but I'm glad. Harry needs friends that he can trust won't hurt him. Elicia may have my personality, but she's also a sweetheart." Edward smirked as Harry was ordered to build a castle while the subject of the conversation put together a village.
"How is he, really? You never said over the phone." Izumi asked, also glancing at the delicate looking boy. "You said that there was an altercation?"
"Yeah, the man who killed his parents tried to kill him. We drove him away, but I doubt it will be the last we see of him." Edward mused. "He handled himself respectfully. He's came a long way since he was released from the hospital."
"He's still so small." Winry whispered.
"They said that he'll never gain the height that his parents had, but he will at least reach five feet."
Edward let Roy speak as he observed Harry and Elicia. The girl was talking about what her class was learning, and Harry surprisingly kept up with her. From what he got from his previous school, Harry had been the last of the class, excluding science. However, Harry was giving the younger girl advice on topics, and it was good advice at that.
Dinner was served once the turkey was finished. Roy had the honor of carving the bird. Harry, who had felt uncomfortable once again, was drawn into a conversation with Alphonse. The younger Elric brother could see why Edward praised Harry so often. The boy was highly intelligent, but had been forced to hide. It took a few minutes to get him to talk, and after that he wouldn't shut up. Alphonse shot his brother an amused glance as he spoke to the boy.
December 25th
Harry woke up to arguing voices in the kitchen below his room's floor.
"But Roy, he has presents. He's been abused, he probably went to bed last night thinking that last night was all he was going to get! Come on, let me go wake the kid up! He's my student, besides, I normally wake him up by six, it's ten!" Harry shot up out of the bed as what the man had said caught up in his mind.
He was down the stairs in the next minute staring at the surprised men with wide eyes.
"I have presents?"
"Edward, you're too loud. He should be allowed to be a kid-"
"He was sleeping in on Christmas." Harry's lips were stretched wide as he darted forward, hugging the blond male. "Harry?"
"Thank you." The boy sniffled. Golden eyes softened as Edward ran a hand through Harry's hair.
"It's nothing. You're family, Harry. That's all that matters." Harry nodded, wiping his eyes with his palms. Edward pulled away, clapping his hands. "Now! Who is ready for presents?" The preteen giggled, following the man into the living room.
He pulled up short when he saw the pile of gifts that Edward said was his.
"But there are so many!" He protested, dimly remembering that Dudley had always complained this mountain of gifts had been too few.
"Well, you have gifts from me, Roy, Al, our friends, your friends, and I think this is from Albus." Edward held up a parcel that had a note that wasn't signed. "Yeah, from what I know of him, this seems like something he'd do. Do you want to open this first, or something else." Harry gave him a lost look. "Here, I think you'll enjoy this one. It's from Al."
It was a whole collection of alchemy books, namely Air Manipulation Alchemy.
However, the one that truly affected the child was the one from Draco. Roy's student had spent weeks looking for things. The man only knew because Narcissa had kept him posted. Draco had gone to the Longbottom's head, Augusta Longbottom, The Weasleys Arthur and Molly, the Bones's Amelia, and Dumbledore to get what he needed.
"Are...are these my parents?" The boy asked, looking up from the photo album.
"Yeah, Draco worked really hard to get this to you." Harry blushed, and though he had tears, his smile was blinding.
"I have to thank him, when I see him, then." Harry grinned, opening the last of his presents.
"Edward, are you-"
"Shut it, bastard. Of course I am!" Edward scowled, but turned to Harry with a sheepish smile. "Harry, here." The boy blinked, taking the envelope. "It's up to you whether or not it becomes real, but-" Harry cut him off with a flying hug.
The document stating in bold letters: CERTIFICATE of ADOPTION, was fluttering to the ground as Harry cried into Edward's sternum. Golden eyes softened, as the man hugged back.
"I think we should take that as a yes." Roy smirked, picking up the paper. He placed it in the cabinet in the living room, and joined his growing family. Harry blinked in surprise, facing the man. "Well, Edward is only nineteen." Harry smiled brightly, and it quickly turned mischievous.
"Does that mean I can call you daddy and mum?" The two froze, Edward slowly turning red as the implication of which position he was in the relationship.
"How about Papa and Dad?" The blond reasoned. Harry pretended to think about it.
"But you act like my mum already." Edward bemoaned his seemingly useless fight. "But it's okay, I guess dad will do." Edward nearly turned boneless.
It was the best Christmas that Harry had ever had, that he could remember, anyways.