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Writer's Note:
Tame Edward – I know the Edward Elric in this story is very OOC. Please hear me out, I'm betting on the fact that he is that lovable - very quick-tempered, foul-mouthed and is an incurably sarcastic cynic in the manga and anime is because of his guilt for trying the forbidden and making his brother suffer. I believe that if given half the chance in proper family, we will see the hidden side of Edward, a mischievous loveable boy genius who will have anyone enthrall with his eyes.
But like Harry, Edward will not just stand by and ignore suffering of the innocent. That will just too OOC.
Glossary:
"Blah blah." Spoken words.
~Blah blah.~ Thoughts.
*Blah blah.* Spoken words in other language.
This chapter has NOT been beta yet, please excuse the bad grammar and spelling you happened onto; or better yet please highlight to me.
CHAPTER VI – Crashing The Party
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The air in the middle of the array shivered, shimmered and split open. A single huge diamond-shaped eye looked out, something was there, coming through, answering. The eye went away and came back and then there were two eyes. A muzzle pocked out, nostrils flared taking in and testing the air. The rift opened by Alchemic power was getting bigger.
"Wh-What the F**K is that?" One of Noah's men demanded. Noah, too shock by the sight, could only shake her head. Mesmerized, she kept on staring as more and more of the creature was revealed as it came through the rift. Then she noticed that the creature's rather wide mouth with many sharp teeth.
"Quick, spill the blood of Power; such a fine offering will appease that thing." The priestess ordered her voice was an octave higher than normal.
The brunette boy screamed as the Kris touched his throat. And something blasted out of the boy flinging the man holding the Kris away. The man was thrown against the shimmering air below the pair of eyes. And even before he could drew breath to scream he vanished, sucked into the rift.
The eyes blinked, a third eye appeared. By now the whole head was showing through the rift. The three eyes were placed like the points of a maple leaf on a huge snake like head. The wedge-shaped head turned from side to side; looking at Noah, the men and the bleeding boys.
Several people appeared out of nowhere, announcing their presence with cries -
"HARRY!"
"EDWARD!"
Two of the group looked like human robots. On their heels, with a series of popping noise, another group of people appeared.
"F**KING hell! I didn't sign up for this. I'm outta here!" One of the men cried out. He turned to run but something flashed out and caught him around the waist. It was a long and smooth prehensile tail.
The creature had come through the rift.
It was snake like, big enough to swallow a grown man and still have room for seconds. And it has wings, multi-colored feathery wings –colors brilliant enough to be seen in the night's darkness which it stretched lazily. Gently gathered the boys in its huge wings as if it knew the boys were hurt.
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Edward's POV
Pain was the only thing Edward felt, it hurt to move his head even to swallow. Edward fought for calm; he read that panicking would only make the pain and blood lost worse. All he needed was to wait calmly for Tony to come and rescue him; his dad was Iron Man after all.
He saw the flash through his eye lids and felt a blast of energy washed over him. Edward forced opened his eyes but he felt so weak and clammy. So tired, was that a snake? Edward blinked feeling cold and confused; all he wanted was to sleep.
~I've found you at last.~ An ageless, sexless voice spoke into Edward's head. ~No, do not speak; you are hurt. Think your words and I will hear you, little one.~
Something folded under him and Edward numbly looked and saw a huge monster. But fear was the last thing on his mind. Edward found his mind enthralled by three beautiful sentient eyes.
~Not. Short.~ Edward thought each word carefully.
Edward felt something fuzzy stole over his mind, he never felt anything like it, but he knew it was the creature's laughter.
~Indeed not. You, little Truth keeper, truly are brave. Long have I search for you.~
The something caressed his cheek lightly, soft, tickling like feathers but warm. Edward snuggled into the warm. His mind dimly asked what happened to his bonds.
"EDWARD!"
Edward felt his heart leapt for joy hearing that voice calling his name. He tried to open his eyes. For a moment he fought the need to sleep and won. He saw the most wonderful thing, his father as Iron Man coming toward him. Cold and unable to think straight, Edward reached out for the red and yellow armor.
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Harry's POV
Harry screamed in fear when he felt the cold keen edge of the Kris touched his throat. Something deep within stirred.
It exploded out of Harry. It was controlled chaos, a symphony of colors and it did not want Harry harm. The blast of energy threw the man holding the Kris off. Harry collapsed into his bonds that took almost everything out of him leaving him feeling very, very tired.
The man was flung into the centre of the array where he stopped and hung in middle air for a second. Then without a cry he vanished.
Then Harry saw that thing that was coming through the rift. It was nothing he had seen before. Snake like head with three eyes, flexible neck skin open like a frill crown, framing the whole head ending at the middle of the neck that flickered and changed color. And it was huge.
"F**KING hell! I didn't sign up for this. I'm outta here!" One of the kidnappers cried out. He turned to run but the creature snapped out its tail and caught him around the waist.
It looked around, as if to get an understanding of the situation, then it turned and looked at Edward and then at Harry. Its eyes were the most beautiful thing Harry ever saw, sentient eyes of untold knowledge. Harry relaxed into the warm muscular coils knowing that this creature will not hurt him.
"HARRY!"
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Loki's POV
He was not sure if he should be shock or awe. That thing that just appeared was something out of legend. Loki never thought to see one with his own eyes; they were known to be very solitary. But here was one now called forth not by power although, what was unleashed by that blond boy and his son was making Loki's neck hair stand on ends.
The feathered serpent caught the kidnapper who tried to run away. With a disgusted flicker of its tail, the deity of knowledge threw the man into the rift.
"HARRY!" Loki cried out with his heart lodged in his throat, as the feathered serpent reached its wings out to his son.
With a gentleness only a mother could equal, it gathered Harry and the other boy into its wings, folded its body into a make-shift nest under the boys.
Loki sighed in relief, but it was short-lived. He jumped out and smacked his staff onto Mr. Stark's arm.
"NO! Don't shoot it. It will not hurt the boys, but if it sense danger to itself or the boys it will take them away. And we will never find our sons, if it takes them into that Gate."
"What? That-" The face-piece of the armor snapped up and Mr. Stark looked at him.
Loki could sense fear –a father's protective fear- from the man. He stared hard into mortal father's eyes, Tony blinked and gave a small nod.
"Steve! Rhodey, protect that thing!"
Loki sighed again, for now this mortal will trust him. With Mr. Stark and his minions taking care of the kidnappers, Loki turned to the other mortals – magical ones – who appeared right after them.
"Answer and be quick. Be ye friend or foe." Loki demanded, standing between them and Quetzalcoatl that held Harry in its coils.
"Now see here-" The stout and wide man huffed, puffing up his chest. "-who are you to demand of the Ministry of Magic?"
Amongst the magical ones was an elderly man with hair and beard reached his knees, he looked very pale and shaken. He seemed to understand the whole situation; he tried to put out a restraining hand but before could say or do anything, the stout man made the wrong decision.
"Aurors, restrain them."
Spells and magic flew at Loki and he smirked. The magic ones were trained and experienced, a couple was even strong in their magical power, but they were up against a god. There was nothing they could do against a god, definitely not against Loki of Asgard, the god of mischief. With a lazy twirl of his staff, Loki repelled the spells.
"My turn." He said almost gentlemanly. Stabbing his staff into the ground, he spread an arm, hand open to them.
Ice and fire blasted at them. And the earth moved.
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Tony's POV
One moment he was at the police station and then he was out in the open country side. Tony really wanted to fall onto his knees and make sure the ground was real. But he got more important things to do first.
Firstly – get his son. Make sure he is safe and unharmed.
Secondly – kick those damn kidnappers to the next universe.
Tony's thought froze, the situation finally reach his brain. He was in the middle of the Stonehenge. The air shimmered strangely in the middle of the flat stone array. And something was coming through.
"Jarvis, are you recording this?" Tony asked as he blinked and shook his head. He had to be seeing things.
"Always, sir; shall I stop?"
"No, just continue recording and save the vid in my private server." Tony turned and gaped.
The array on the flat stone had opened a rift in Time and Space. Tony had been toying with the concept since Edward's appearance. But this time instead of a boy with gold hair and eyes, something else was coming through the rift.
It was nothing he had seen before. It was a huge snake with feathery wings; on its head were three eyes, a pair on either side of its head and one on its head. Flexible neck skin open like a frill hood around its head that flickered and changed colors brilliant enough to be seen in the night.
And it was huge, big enough to swallow Steve and Rhodey and still have space for dessert.
It reached out its equally colorful feathery wings and Tony felt his heart stopped cold.
Edward, his son was tied down and bleeding from the head and neck.
"EDWARD!"
Edward turned weakly his head to him, reaching out his hand. He looked too pale for Tony's liking. Even from this distance, Tony could see the signs and symptoms of hypovolemia (1) - paleness in skin, rapidness in breathing and falling unconscious. His son was in a bad way.
Tony wanted to tear the electromagnet out of his chest. His son was hurt and here he was busy being distracted by Loki's power and everything else.
The feathered monster took Edward into its wings and Tony's fatherly instincts took over. He raised his arm.
And Loki's staff smacked down on his arm.
"NO! Don't shoot it!"
"What? That-" Tony stared at Loki in disbelieve.
"It will not hurt the boys, but if it sense danger to itself or the boys it will take them away. And we will never find our sons, if it takes them into that Gate."
Tony could only nod and trust this man. "Steve! Rhodey, protect that thing!"
He let his repulsors rip into the kidnappers. Tony Stark the swanky playboy billionaire went offline, and gave way to the very angry father who had seen his Edward hurt. Nobody was allowed to hurt his son, not while Tony Stark-the father has anything to say. And when Tony Stark-the father was done speaking his mind, nobody will ever dare think to try.
It took both Rhodey and Steve to stop him from outright murdering the kidnappers; it took a punch from Rhodey's metal fist to bring the billionaire Tony Stark back to his senses.
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Dumbledore's POV
He was prepared for Death Eaters; that was the first scenario that came to his mind. Dumbledore brought Snape, Minerva and Poppy with him, together with Minister Fudge and his Aurors they should be able to handle a small army of Death Eaters.
But this was not about Death Eaters. In fact there were no Death Eaters anywhere; however, there were two groups of muggles. Muggle attack was the second possible scenario, but one of the muggle groups was not ordinary. Two were clearly knights, one in Gyffindor colors and the other in Slytherin; one seemed to be a shield bearer for one of the knights; another held a staff like a druid.
And… …
In all the years of his long life, Dumbledore had seen many magical creatures, many deadly and awe inspiring; but none had the sense of presence like this creature. And it had Harry in its coils. Instinctively, Dumbledore casted Legilimens and reached out with his mind and gasped.
Dumbledore, having one of the strongest mind and Legilimens ability, had touched many minds. However, he could not touch the creature's mind only its protective mental barrier and he knew he was in trouble. Already he felt his mind being in serious danger of being overwhelmed by sheer power.
And then he found himself being shoved out gently by the creature, but not before he had glimmer of the vast stillness and timeless wisdom within the creature's mind beyond the mental barrier. It him shaking with reaction.
~Answer. The keeper of Truth request aid.~ The ageless, sexless voice echoed through his mind.
Dumbledore clutched at his head in pain, beside him Snape paled and swayed on his feet.
"Wh-what is that thing?" A very pale Fudge demanded from the ground, where his legs had dumped him when the mind voice spoke.
"A feathered serpent(2), it has many names - Quetzalcoatl, Kukulkan, Q'uq'umatz and Tohil, and it is a deity in its own rights, a bringer of knowledge, the inventor of books. And it has come in answer to the call of a very unique mind, a seeker of knowledge, the Truth keeper." The druid, a tall lean man replied, he could be mistaken for Harry's father if Dumbledore had not known Harry's biological father personally.
"Answer and be quick. Be ye friend or foe." The druid demanded, standing between them and the creature that was holding Harry and a fair-haired boy in its coils.
"Now see here-" Minister Fudge huffed up his chest. "-who are you to demand of the Ministry of Magic?"
Dumbledore could feel the man gathering calling power about him. Quickly, he put out a restraining hand but before could say or do anything, Fudge made the wrong decision.
"Aurors, restrain them."
The night lit up as colorful spells were cast at the druid. The Aurors were trained and experienced even strong. Alas they were facing not mere mortal but a god, and not just any deity but Loki in all his glory - the god of mischief. With a lazy twirl of his staff, Loki repelled the spells.
"My turn." He said almost gentlemanly. Stabbing his staff into the ground, he held up one arm to the side, hand open to them. Minister Fudge, the Aurors, and the professors even Dumbledore himself gaped in shock as power radiated out from the druid. His facial skin turned blue, his eyes went red.
Ice and fire blasted at them. And the earth moved.
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Reference note:
(1) wiki - hypovolemia - In physiology and medicine, is a state of decreased blood volume; more specifically, decrease in volume of blood plasma.
(2) wiki - feathered serpent
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