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.

I am sad to say, I lost interest in this story. I am ending it with this chapter. If anyone wishes to adopt the storyline, that's fine. I just have four requests: Draco and Harry end up in a relationship, and that Roy and Ed adopt an Ishvalan child to give Harry a little brother/sister. Harry returns to England when he is fifteen because Ron tells him that Moldyshorts has resorted to Alchemy. Finally, please message me, if you decide to continue this story.

Thank you to everyone that reads. It isn't related to the below reason, like my Poke/HP, but I just can't finish this story in the long format I had planned on. I will always love Harry Potter, but I'm tired of writing FanFics for the universe. I will try to have one more chapter out for the Poke/HP sequels that may be timeskips, so they aren't incomplete, even if they are rushed.

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. Should the dog be let out, the dog will be taken away, and the man fined.

Chapter Four
Enemies Beware

Harry yawned as he left the classroom. It'd had been a long day. Professor Shacklebolt had been called back on duty, so a new teacher had been hired. School was nearly over, exams just about over. He was excited about going home to Central City. It still felt like a dream that he was now under the guardianship of Edward and Roy. The last time a teacher had attempted to help him, they had disappeared after an 'accident' that happened just days after Child Services were called.

The boy had just rounded the corner to an empty corridor, when a flash of red hit the side of his head. His world went black before he even touched the ground.

"Roy, do you see Harry?" The dark haired man looked up in confusion. Indeed the dark haired child was nowhere to be found. The two shared nervous glances as Albus also looked.

"I'm sure he is just studying, my boys."

"No, Harry never studies alone-"

"Elric, have you seen that imbecile you call a son?" Severus asked sitting next to the man. "He just missed my class-" The blond man paled, racing from the room.

"The only other person missing is the new teacher." Roy spat at Albus. The other teachers paled. The Weasley twins, having over heard, came up with a map with names moving around. "Thank you, boys. I'll make sure this gets back to you." They shrugged, watching as the man chased after his lover.

"Roy!" Draco raced around the corner. "Roy! I haven't seen Harry, and he mentioned that the new teacher gives him weird looks, like he wants him dead, like V-Voldemort."

"It's okay Draco. Go to the Great Hall. I'll find you once we get Harry."

Harry groaned as his head throbbed painfully. He could hear frantic whispering. Two people were arguing. Both voices he recognized, but couldn't place them. Not with how confused he was. The bastard that kidnapped him must have hit him over the head.

"He is awake, Wormtail." A snake like voice hissed. Harry opened his eyes to see the new Defense Professor standing with a pudgy man. "Make him get the stone."

"Stone?" Harry repeated. Confused on why Voldemort would want a stone. Glancing at the mirror, he was surprised at his reflection. The being winked, pulling a stone from his pocket, and then dropping it in again. Harry didn't let his face show his surprise when the red stone's weight pulled at his pants. "What stone?"

"The Philosopher's stone!" Harry paled, staring at the two in horror.

"Do you know how those things are made?" The boy shook his head. "You know what, I bet you don't care. You'd do it anyways!"

The preteen grabbed the stone in his pocket, and ran through the alchemic formulas, before slamming his hands down on the ground, red electrical currents rushing down his arms, and into the ground. The adults couldn't react fast enough to dodge the floor rushing up and swallowing them to their necks. The door flinging open had the boy jumping.

"Harry? Are you okay?" The man shrieked, pulling the child to him. Once he was assured that the boy was okay, he turned to the kidnappers. A gasp from McGonagall grabbed Harry's attention.

"Peter Pettigrew." Was her choked words. Edward clapped his hands together, allowing the blue lightning associated with his alchemy to surround his prosthetic, and pulled away allowed the metal to lengthen and tapper into a sharp tip.

"Ed! Ed, they were after a Philosopher's Stone!" The blond stiffened, glancing at the boy, before facing the other two males.

"You were, were you?" The man sat Harry in Roy's arms, before stalking forward with the grace of a cat.

Two hours later, one Nicholas Flamel came to the school to meet with the stone's saviors.

"Albus, you told me my stone would be safe." Edward perked up from his seat beside Harry.

"You're Nicholas Flamel?" The blond demanded, looking up into familiar golden eyes. "You're Xerxesian." Came the awed voice of the young scholar.

"I can see you have similar background."

"My father, Van Hohenheim, was a Xerxesian."

"Hohenheim? Are you certain?"

"Nicholas, you don't think...?" Albus questioned back, looking at the young man who had taken Harry under his care.

"I'm certain of it. Hohenheim of the Light found love." The man smiled.

"You were the bastard's master, weren't you?" Nicholas flinched violently. "Thought so."

"How is my student? I haven't...I haven't seen him since Father's creation." Edward narrowed his eyes at the man.

"He died almost a year ago. In the fight against Father."

"I see..." Nicholas sighed. "The stone will be going with me to The Gate." Edward stiffened.

"You're joking."

"It's presence must be removed from this Earth. Just as your country has, I too, shall remove my knowledge of the stone. Perenelle and I have lived on this Earth for three hundred years, long past the time a wizard would pass on." The man pulled out a bag. "This is the rest of my research, Edward Elric. Albus tells me you are a genius in the field. Please, continue your studies, and continue to teach." The man left before anyone could say anything.

"Ed?" Harry whispered, waking up. Edward lunged forward, hugging him. "What happened?"

"I think you passed out after I handed you to Roy. The stone is safe, and Voldemort will be taken care of. How are you feeling?"

"Headache. Where's Draco?"

"His parents called him home early." Harry nodded, allowing himself to be lowered back onto the bed. "Get some more rest, Harry. We're leaving in the morning."

"Okay...thanks Edward."

"Don't thank me, kid. Draco and you, you're not coming back. I studied up on Magic while you were out this week."

"But my friends..."

"You may write them, but I don't want you in anymore danger. It's bad enough you're my student, but they are coming at you from all sides. I want to be on even ground when they come for you. Plus, with Teacher, I will be able to help you further your studies. If, when you turn fifteen, you decide that you're ready to return, you may." Harry blinked back tears, nodding. "Kiddo, I'm not saying you can't see your friends. I'm just saying it's not safe for you in Hogwarts."

"Okay. As long as I can see Dray still." Edward ruffled the boy's hair.

"Get to sleep, kiddo."

"So, you're going to write, correct?" Ron demanded, staring at a saddened Harry as the boy got ready to floo to Roy's home. "Because I don't want to loose my best mate."

"Yeah, I'll write. Maybe you can even visit during summer break?" Edward nodded at Harry pleading face.

"Come on kid, I'm expected at the office. Mr. Weasley, it was a pleasure to have taught you."

"Bye, Ron."

"See you later, Harry."