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Roy's POV
Dream state

Fire raged all around him. Fear coursed through his heart. He could feel nothing but the flames licking over his exposed skin.

Buildings ruined by war sat all across the torn landscape. It was Ishval. Bodies piled as far as the eye could see.

Many of his comrades lay dead their eyes glassy and unseeing. Enemies without names had the same looks. Walls of the buildings had flash shadows from his fire. It made him nauseous just looking at it. Reminding him of his failure as a human being and a soldier.

The fire seemed to enclose on him. It was hot but at the same time comforting. Like it was trying to soothe the pains of the war. Curiosity got the best of him and he reached out to touch it.

Surprise that was both his and not his filled him. It was almost like the flames were sentient. It's warmth radiated through him and instead of burning him it replaced the cold he had been feeling. The darkness that was ever present in his mind. That the monster he had been in Ishval was still there. Waiting just below the surface to gain control.

The flames retreated leaving him warmer in his core than he felt in a long time.

End of dream

Roy's eyes shot open when he felt someone shaking him. Instinct born from war and pain kicked in. He twisted the person's wrist and yanked it into an awkward wrist lock.

Jason's voice cried out waking him like an ice cold bucket of water," Roy it's me!"

Immediately he released the wrist he was holding and back away. Jason's blue eyes met his green ones calmly. There wasn't any anger or hated in his eyes. Just calm acceptance that he was used to seeing.

Looking down he realized that his white shirt was now practically transparent. His sweat had drenched it. The room was warm. Much warmer than it should have been. It was almost as warm as he could remember the fire being.

Worry was barely concealed in Jason's blue eyes. Slowly but firmly the man moved closer. His cool hand touched Roy's forehead. While he stiffened at the contact he didn't flinch away. The hand was cool almost like the man had taken a cold shower. It was a shock to his system against his warm skin.

After a moment Jason said," You're burning up. How do you feel? Any nausea? Dizziness?"

Shaking his head he replied," No just warm. Not uncomfortably warm either."

Jason cocked his head to the side inquidotively. There was something the man wasn't saying. That wasn't anything new though. Jason wouldn't lie to him but if it was detrimental to his recovery he wouldn't say it. Still curiosity burned in him.

"That's it. In the morning we are going to see the goblins. I want an inheritance test done on you. This is too much to be a coincidence."

Confused he asked," What is?"

Jason replied calmly," I don't want to say anything now and be wrong. If I'm right the goblins will be able to tell you more than I can. Do you think you can sleep or would you like a dreamless sleep?"

Out of nowhere the man produced the potion in question. Knowing that there wasn't a chance of him getting to sleep on his own he took the potion. The effect was almost immediate. His body sagged into the bed and Jason pulled the blankets up to his chest. His eyes closed and he fell into a dreamless sleep.

To his surprise he slept all the way until morning. Even when he took a dreamless sleep it was rare that he slept completely to morning. With a happy yawn he showered and went downstairs for breakfast. Tiddy, Jason's house elf had a plate of waffles, bacon, and eggs. For his part Jason already had a plate in front of him. The man was reading the Daily Prophet.

He greeted the man," Good morning Jason."

A soft reply came from behind the paper," Good morning Roy. Hurry and eat. We have an appointment with the goblins in an hour."

That was something they didn't want to be late for. The goblins were notorious for wanting everything to be on time. Time was money to them after all.

An hour later found him in Gringotts for the first time in nearly a decade. It hadn't changed at all in the time he had been gone. A faint smile twitched at his lips as he recognized one of the goblins. Said goblin seemed to recognize him as well.

The goblin watched as they made their way forward. He said," It has been a long time young Mustang. What brings you back to Gringotts?"

He bowed low at the waist as he replied," Well met master Goblin. It has certainly been a long time since I last set foot in these great halls. I wish for an inheritance test if possible. Jason set up an appointment for me."

The goblin nodded and motioned for him to follow. He did without hesitation and Jason was a half of a step behind him. They were taken to the back where they could do it with privacy.

When they were alone the goblin climbed up onto the desk. He said holding out a silver knife and placed a parchment on the desk," Cut your palm and place three drops on the parchment."

Without hesitation or a flinch of pain he cut his palm. He pressed into it and made three drops fall on the parchment. He drew back his hand once the three drops landed. A quick spell from Jason and his palm was healed.

The blood flowed over the parchment. Words began to write out on the parchment.

Birth Name: Harry James Potter
Adopted name: Roy Mustang
Born: July 31, 1980
Parents: James Potter (disowned), Lily Potter nee Evans
Heir: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Mustang
Abilities: Parsletounge, Flame Alchemy, Newly inheritanted Fire elemental, animagus

He had to stop there. His heart was racing and his breaths were coming in ragged gasps. Panic filled him. He knew that Voldemort was the Lord of Slytherin and that his brother should have been the heir to Gryffindor. Though he was confused about Slytherin heirship.

A potion vial was pushed in front of his face. Without even glancing at it he downed it a second later. A forced sense of calm went through him.

The goblin asked," What happened?"

Jason's voice said from next to him," Panic attack. It was too much for him. Roy look at me."

His green eyes came up unsurely and Jason's blue eyes met his. The sense of calm felt more real the longer he stared into the eyes.

He asked once he was calm," How am I the heir to Gryffindor and Slytherin?"

The goblin said," On your mother's side. She is a descendant of a squib line of Slytherin. You are also the heir of Mustang. Traditionally they are Alchemist but many generations ago they were wizards. We still recognize the family as they are goblin friends."

A small smile crossed his face as he remembered how they treated him. Goblins had helped him heal from the discernment. They had given him a new home and family. Which led him to become an Alchemist. Now he found out that he was an elemental. Even from what little he knew of magic he knew that elemental magic was extremely rare. It was a gift and a curse. Both sides of the war would want his loyalty now more than ever.

Jason asked," What do we do about his elemental powers? They have begun to manifest in alarming power. I thought the elementals were just a story."

The goblin said solemnly," He will have to learn to control it. Just as he controls his flames from alchemy. My suggestion would be to find a wizard powerful enough to anchor his abilities. It would be difficult though. Few wizards can hold that much power without it burning them up. Mustang is a lucky soul that he has learned to control his fire through alchemy. This is likely why it has taken so long to manifest."

Curiosity got the better of him as he asked," When would it have normally manifested?"

The goblin's attention was no fully on him as it replied," Around the age of seven or eight. About the time you took an interest in alchemy correct?"

He nodded carefully. That coincided with his first real interest in alchemy. So many unanswered questions.

The goblin said," Wait here. I know of some books that can help you with learning about your powers. What you really need is an anchor though. By yourself there is only so much control you will get on your own."

An anchor. Who could he choose that was powerful enough to handle it? The only two that came to mind were not going to happen. One put him in this position. The other had him disowned by his family. Neither was very appealing.

Jason quietly thanked the goblin for his time when he came back with the books. They were led from the bank with Jason holding his shoulder and a copy of the results.

He half expected them to go straight back to the cottage. The moment they exited the bank his senses were overrun with everything going on in the alley. It was much more simulation than he had received in two months. It was overwhelming and made him want to run and hide. A darker part of him wanted to blast them all with alchemy to get them to shut up.

A gentle squeeze to his shoulder reminded him Jason was there. That he wasn't alone. The man wouldn't allow any harm to fall upon him.

To his surprise the man steered him towards a part of the alley he didn't recognize. He hadn't been there in a long time so it shouldn't have surprised him. The shop they came to did though. It was Olivander's the wand maker. Why were they here?

Jason said with a faint smile," I was thinking that you might want a wand. You are not a squib after all and deserve to have one of your own."

He swallowed the lump that has formed in his throat as he croaked out," I don't have any training with it. Who will teach me?"

Jason's reply shocked him," I will."

Sirius' POV

He rubbed his eyes tiredly. It had been a long few months. With the Tri Wizard Tournamnet and wizards coming and going from the country they had been extremely busy. He had been able to do little with the investigation into Dumbledore. He hopes Amelia was having better luck than he was.

As if sensing his thoughts the door to his office burst open. Amelia Bones stepped in and then closed warding his door automatically.

He greeted sarcastically," Yes do come in Madame Bones. What can I help you with this time?"

She growled angrily," Now is not the time for games Black. We have it."

That made him sit a little straighter in his chair. All signs of weariness were now gone. His grey eyes lit up with excitement. Months of preparation and they finally had enough.

He asked meeting her gaze," Are you sure? We only have one shot at this. If we don't get him now we won't get a second chance."

Her response chilled him," Positive. We have what we need for a conviction."