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Greed held Edward up. He was limping and probably still suffering from those things... Ling was still passed out somewhere in his subconscious. Greed on the other hand felt nothing. He had noticed during the game everyone was wrapped up in their own dread. Ling himself was reliving some of his worst memories. Ed must have been feeling the same.
They followed the group of teachers and students up to the castle with McGonagall leading the way. Harry floated on a cot. Greed looked down at Ed, he was starting to slow down, his hand holding his side.
"You sure you're okay?" Greed asked "I don't want you feeling like shit. If I need to carry you I will."
"I'm fine." Edward grumbled but nearly tripped "It's just old wounds flaring up."
"You puked blood."
"It's just leftover damage from Briggs- fuck..." Ed's legs nearly gave out "Whatever those things were made it a lot worse."
"Sounds like the old man is pissed about it." Greed said as a few teachers talked about Dumbledore's anger at the dementors.
"So am I. Those things are here to look for that serial killer, not harass teenagers." Ed mumbled, leaning on him harder.
"They aren't doing a good job at that." Greed said. But Edward didn't respond. He fell in his arms and Greed sighed "If you would have just let me carry you. You wouldn't have passed out." He picks Ed up with ease.
"Is he ok?" Lupin asked.
"Yeah, the little idiot just pushes through pain until he passes out." He rolled his eyes "Doesn't want help ever."
"Want me to conjure up a stretcher?"
"Nah." Greed said "I got him."
000
Edward sat up slowly, wondering when he had passed out. His stomach still hurt like a bitch and he was pretty sure mud had slipped into the cracks of his automail...
"Glad to see your awake. Prince and I were getting worried." Greed said "Can't have you getting to roughed up."
"I'm fine... Are Ling and Harry okay?" He asked.
"Ling is fine." Greed said "A little queasy still but physically fine. As for Harry... He still hasn't woken up yet." Greed motioned over to the bed across from Edward where Harry laid on the bed surrounded by the Quidditch team and his friends.
"Good to see you're alright Elric." One of the Weasley twins said. The other students turned and waved.
"Professor, thank you for saving Harry." Hermione said
"Yeah, if it weren't for you and that Alchemy stuff who knows what would have happened. It was wicked what you did. I wish I hadn't dropped your class now." Ron said
"When do we get to learn Alchemy without a circle?" Fred asked. "It would be so cool just to clap and do stuff."
"Well-" Edward said going to stand up
"Sit right back down." Madame Pomfrey said almost appearing out of nowhere. "Mr. Yao informed me you spat up blood."
"Oh that happens... Just an old wound." Edward said
"That impalement one?" She asked wand out. "Shirt up." Edward looked to the students and sighed. He took his shirt off, and heard a few of them gasp.
"Merlin's beard..." Hermione said softly.
"Those are some wicked scars professor." George said
"They look cool. But they were a bitch to get..." He said looking away. Madame Pomfrey sighed and held her wand up to the wound on his lower abdomen.
"Your organs are a little out of place. All healed as far as I can tell by it feels like your large intestine is putting stress on your stomach." She sighed "Damn Dementors. Must have given you an extreme shot of adrenaline and caused your body to seize up funny. Thus causing the blood. This happens while under stress?"
"Extreme stress. Didn't always. It started happening almost a year later. Got in a.. Accident, and after that I started to experience the blood." Edward said, not wanting to say 'Big gigantic battle.' in front of the kids.
"Must have been doing stupid things before you were completely healed."
"Sounds like him. I promise if you don't keep him strapped into bed he'll be running around getting hurt in no time." Greed said.
"Shut up." Edward snapped "I feel fine."
"Didn't you say you sprained an ankle?" Greed said with a grin. He was enjoying this. "And I swore your port was bleeding on the way up here. And you were limping this morning." He looked to Madame Pomfrey "I know he's in nearly constant pain from the weather."
"I'm fine-" Edward was cut off however.
"Constant?"
"No. Not constant and I'll be fine once I get my replacement automail! Which she will be here soon. I got a letter this morning saying she was heading out." Edward said "But I might have sprained my ankle yes."
Madame Pomfrey gave a heavy sigh. Just as Harry woke up.
000
Edward and Harry both had to stay the weekend in the hospital Wing. Ling (He was sure it was Ling because he then promptly went for food) Was nice enough to grab some books for Edward to read while he waited around. Ling stayed by his side for the most part until Madame Pomfrey kicked him out in the late evening, but the look he gave Edward before he left said he would most likely be back.
"Thank you, for saving my life by the way." Harry said after Madame Pomfrey left them for the night.
"Sure thing." Edward said over the top of his book.
"Ron told me you jumped right off the stands."
"I've jumped from higher." Edward said with a shrug. "It was honestly not a big deal."
"What did you do before you taught at Hogwarts?" Harry asked
"Well..." Edward said, before deciding to be honest. "I was in the Military. I served from when I was 12 to when I was 16."
"What, really?" Harry asked. "Is that why you're covered in scars? And I mean you jumped from like 2 stories without a problem, did you have to fight a lot?"
"Yep. But even before the military I got in fights. I have a... Well hot temper. And while in the military I came across a bunch of assholes who pissed me off. And got in a bunch of fights. Usually with guys three times my size. And I normally kicked their ass."
"Oh..." Harry said thoughtfully.
"Get to sleep!" Madame Pomfrey yelled from her office shutting both of them up.
Harry laid down, trying to fall asleep for a few hours but sleep simply wouldn't come. He shot Edward a few glances. The other hadn't fallen asleep either, instead continued reading. Harry took a glance at the clock... Nearly 2 am. He sighed softly.
"Good you're up." Harry looked out over his covers. Edward's friend Ling stood at the side of Ed's bed. Harry was impressed he could move so silently... "I was hoping I wouldn't have to wake your ass, now move over."
"Shh, be quiet, you'll wake Harry." Edward said moving over. Ling hopped into the bed, sitting up next to him.
"Kid's gotta be out cold. I doubt I'll wake him." He put his arm around Ed, in a manor Harry didn't think most friends would. "How you feeling?"
"My gut hurts. Poppy rearranged me a bit so I'm better. My port still aches but hell it always does. Fixed my ankle up though. Magic is pretty helpful." He sighed leaning on Ling a bit "If I had known about Magic sooner... Then maybe Al wouldn't have needed to suffer like that for so long... Maybe we could have saved Nina."
"That little girl...?" Ling asked.
"Yeah..."
"Do you still blame yourself for that?" Ling asked moving some hair from his face, almost lovingly. "It wasn't your fault. There was nothing anyone could do." But Edward didn't respond to this. "Let's talk about something else." Ling closed the book in Ed's hands and moved it aside. "Anything else." He cupped Edward's cheek turning him to face him.
Harry's heartbeat rose as Edward looked up at Ling with a soft pink blush, his hands grabbing at Ling's coat.
"Greed..." He said softly before Ling kissed him.
