I honestly meant to update earlier, seriously ^^;
Anyways, here is an update from me and I hope the next one will come around next week ish and so I hope you won't be mad at me if I come a taad bit off the mark haha ^^;
I don't own either Harry Potter nor do I own Fullmetal Alchemist- if I did, they would be soo much more in character, on with the story!
Oh and, all the spells are real ones that I grabbed off wiki ^^;
"It was you?!" Harry yelped seeing Quirrell standing in the room. He didn't expect his quivering teacher to be the one seeking the stone of immortality. Wait, "Did Snape put you up to this?"
Quirrell cackled, "Snape? Why he played no part in this, instead, he had tried to help you!"
Harry's accusing arm shook with trepidation with the new revelation that instead of his hated Potion's teacher, it was the Defense-Against-Dark-Arts teacher- that he had actually encouraged- who was bad.
Harry stood flabbergasted and grew fearful when Quirrell walked up to the Mirror of Erised- it would show the person what they want to see and Harry expected Quirrell would see the stone there.
"Who is this?" A voice that seemed like a slither surprised Harry and made him grow rigid.
"W-who my lord?" Quirrell asked in fear and turned quickly to observe the room.
"Aha, that sucks that you can actually see from the back of your head!" Ed shouted before running towards Quirrell and sending a roundhouse kick to his face with his left foot. Quirrell's head made a sickening sound as it hit the floor but since he had moved before hitting the ground, he only hit the side of his head. The weight of Ed's left foot also led him to be pulled down along with Quirrell's head to the ground.
'Crap, crap, crap!' Ed furiously reprimanded himself, 'why did I do that? I can barely move my left leg now!' The pain immobilized Ed temporarily and he could feel the pinching in his nerves that made him unable to move for the pain killed.
Quirrell also cried in shock and started to talk to himself and apologize.
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What.
"Who are you talking to?" Harry asked getting wary and racing through the selective spells he knew. Ed would reply if the pain didn't hurt so badly, obviously the dude had multi-personality disorder of some degree!
"You see, Lord Voldemort has been with me all this time. Even now he is with me," Quirrell chuckled and glared at Ed one last time before turning to the mirror and muttering to himself again, "this should be the key to the stone. . ."
"Use the boy- no, not that one- use the one in front of you. . ."
Harry jumped and he obediently stepped toward the mirror when Quirrell reached for him.
'This mirror lets one see what they desire the most and what I desire the most right now is to find the stone before Professor Quirrell and Voldemort, I should be able to see myself finding it. . .'
Harry stood in front of the mirror and he seemed to have gotten what he wanted because there seemed to be a weight that landed in his pocket and Ed was sure that it was the stone.
Ed grabbed his wand and muttered one of his favorite spells, "Avis!" 20 birds appeared from the tip of his wand and the screeching caused Quirrell to turn around- which allowed Harry to quickly check his pocket. Ed quickly casted another spell, "Ascendio" Ed was then levitated into the air and he landed on his right foot in a hop and jumped his right foot up to slam a roundhouse kick in Quirrell's face and then quickly hooked that foot back across his face before landing painfully on his lower back once his left leg crumpled under the weight.
The kick made Quirrell's turban become undone and Quirrell screamed and Harry was close to screaming too. The pain, from landing on his left leg during the second kick, made his left side almost useless. Quirrell stuttered a curse on Ed's leg to immobilize him before turning to address Harry. Ed had quickly jerked his left leg- to the best of his ability- before the spell could hit his right leg.
However, that joy was short-lived once Ed saw the horrible face on the back of Quirrell's head. It was pale white with beady red eyes and had slits for noses. Quirrell turned around again to face Ed once the face declared he wanted to talk to Harry. Ed stuck out his tongue in Quirrell's face.
"See what I have become?" the face then said. "Mere shadow and vapor. . .I have form only when I can share another's body. . .but there have always been those willing to let me into their hearts and minds. . .Unicorn blood has strengthened me, these past weeks. . .you saw faithful Quirrell drinking it for me in the forest. . .and once I have the Elixir of Life, I will be able to create a body of my own. . .So. . .tell me, what did you see in that mirror?"
"I-I am not afraid of you! You are nothing but just a face now! You can't actually hurt me and I refuse to tell you!" Harry refused while gripping his wand behind his back- there was no way he was going to let Ed's effort just go down the drain.
"Don't be a fool," laughed the face. "Better save your own life and join me. . . or you'll meet the same end as your parents. . . They died begging me for mercy..."
"You lie! They would never beg a monster like you!" Harry reached towards the exit after realizing the broomstick Ed entered with was still there.
"NO!" screeched the face and Quirrell lept toward Harry but Ed moved faster- he moved onto his stomach and reached out an arm to grab onto Quirrell's ankle and that led to Quirrell falling onto his face.
"Get up you fool! Get Harry first!"
Quirrell whimpered pitifully at his master's demand and clumsily shook off Ed's grip and wobbled over to Harry and reached an arm out to stop Harry from reaching the broomstick.
Harry cried out in pain the moment Quirrell's finger made contact and Quirrell's other hand quickly joined the first around Harry's neck. Both of the two cried out in pain and Ed was left wondering how painful it must be for Quirrell to hold the neck of someone more than half his age.
"M-my hands master!"
By looking at the redness of Quirrell's palms when the ex-teacher lifted it up, Ed was able to see why it was so painful for him- it was blistered- and an idea hit him.
"Harry! It hurts for him to touch you! Give him more of that pain! Quickly!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.
Harry blindly reached his hand up to grip at Quirrell's face and the ex-Professor cried in agony and Ed was able to see the damage Harry had done simply by grabbing his face for a second because Harry quickly brought up his other hand and continued on giving Quirrell's face the death grip.
It was only for about 5-7 seconds and both Harry and Quirrell fainted.
However, before Quirrell's head hit the floor, he seemed to evaporate into thin air.
Ed quickly started speed crawling forward- on his right- to quickly grab Harry before he evaporated but stopped once he saw that Harry was fine. Remembering that Harry somehow got the stone from the long mirror, he changed his path and started scooting up to the mirror. Ed pulled his upper body into a sitting position and looked into the mirror.
"Harry!" came the cry of a worried Dumbledore as he stumbled into the room. Snake came charging in with his wand whipped out but he quickly pocketed it after seeing only an unconscious Harry, a pile of clothes, and an Ed sitting in front of a mirror.
Edward Elric?
"What are you doing here?" cried a furious Snape. Ed sheepishly scratched the back of his head and made a shrugging motion.
Dumbledore crouched beside the collapsed Harry and pulled the red stone from Harry's robe. "It seems best to dispose of this after all, sorry Flamel. Yes, why are you here Edward?"
"'Cause I thought it wouldn't be safe to leave it to these kids- we're only 11 y'know? It's better to have a bigger group."
Dumbledore sighed but still smiled while Snape frowned but didn't seem upset.
"Professor Snape, if you would be kind enough to assist in carrying Edward? He seemed to be unable to move at the moment." Dumbledore requested and lifted the unconscious Harry in both hands. Snape grimaced but casted the floating spell to lift Ed in the air.
Ed flailed his arm around before trying to sit in a sitting position- as well as one could sit in air. "Can't I just ride a broom?"
Snape didn't seem to highly object but Dumbledore shook his head, "it's much safer if Professor Snape takes care of you."
Both Slytherins were not pleased at the arrangement.
"Are you sure you still don't want me to mend your bones?" Madam Pomfrey asked disapprovingly. Ed had stubbornly resisted and asked to be left alone to mend at a future date ever since he came back and he still refused to get it mended.
'I mean, automail isn't even made of bone. . .'
"Harry is requesting for you, Edward." Dumbledore called from the bed that Harry was currently in. Ed replied in the positive and grabbed the crutch he had used for the past few days.
"How's it going Harry?"
"Ed! How are you doing? Is your foot alright?"
"It's only a sprain!" Ed brushed off and laughed easily. Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey didn't look pleased but left Ed on his own.
"Does it hurt a lot? I'm so sorry for pulling you into that trouble!"
"It's alright, it's only a little bit and I chose to help out," Ed waved right hand in a free manner.
Harry gave a shaky smile in response and told Ed about what Dumbledore told him about the stone being destroyed and Quirrell being Voldemort's host.
"Oh well, I doubt Flamel needed immortality anyways, that's not big of a loss," Ed brushed off Harry's worry about Flamel's immortality. "Anyways, I can't believe you allowed Harry to go and even gave him a push," Ed casually accused Dumbledore.
"The answers will come all in time. Would you like one of Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans? These happen to my favorite after all."
"I do have to ask though, what was it with that mirror and how did Harry get it out?"
"Yes, how did I manage to get the stone?" Harry quipped- curious on how he actually managed to get the stone.
"Let me explain, the mirror shows you what you desire the very most in the world. You see, only one who wanted to find the Stone -find it, but not use it -would be able to get it, otherwise they'd just see themselves making gold or drinking Elixir of Life."
"I see, I'll decline on the offer on the jellybeans though, I came across some nasty ones," Ed declined and as he left the infirmary he heard the single cry of the old man- "Alas, Ear Wax!"
"I still don't get why won't you just get it mended." Draco frowned after hearing more about what Ed told him about the adventure and seeing Ed struggle a bit with the crutch.
Ed rolled his eyes and ignored the boy while continuing to pack his things up. Draco frowned and continued to pester the other blond.
"Cause it's not bone that's broken!" Ed yelled back in frustration. He groaned and continued packing his books and clothes.
"What do you mean?" Draco suspiciously inquired while also packing his robes and books.
Ed glared at his own mistake and ignored Draco- hoping he would do the same. It didn't work the same way because Draco didn't stop pestering Ed.
"Come on Elric, what do you mean?"
Ed rolled his eyes and glanced around. He turned with some difficulty and pulled up the pant leg of his left leg. Draco opened his eyes in awe and fear at the leg-shaped-metal.
"What's that?"
"It's a secret! Don't tell anyone else or you won't like what I'll do," Ed joked and pushed himself forward on the ground. "This is my leg and does it look like it's made of bone?"
Draco shook his head and stared at the 'leg' in surprise. "How did it break?"
"Oh, y'know, after falling off a flying broom and kicking the butt of a certain possessed professor~" Ed cheekily retorted.
"P-possessed professor? You were actually there with Potter? I thought you just heard it all from Potter! I meant how you broke it in the first place and had to have it replaced!"
"Yes, of course I was there," Ed closed his suitcase and pulled himself up with his crutch. "And so, I can personally say, that Moldywarts guy isn't that strong nor is that that to be amazed at."
"Why would you go help them? You-Know-Who won't hurt any pure-bloods, he was just going to cleanse the wizard world of those mud-I mean other wizards and witches that aren't pure-blood," Draco quickly corrected himself.
"Ah, you're still so foolish," Ed sighed and shook his head. "I'll give you your last lesson from me later- I can tell you a bit about my leg then too-, let's go to the feast before then. Hey, you should help me up at least," Ed joked and pulled his pant leg down and reached up. Draco extended his own arm and helped pull Ed up and helped bring him to the dining hall where there were already many students gathered.
"Another year gone!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were... you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts..."
'Are you looking forward to seeing kids struggle with the workload?' Ed mentally questioned the old man's sanity again.
"Now, as I understand it, the house cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, four hundred and seventy- two."
The whole Slytherin table erupted into cheer and Ed had to block his ears against the sheer volume. He had to thank Draco for not also causing a racket.
"Yes, Yes, well done, Slytherin," said Dumbledore. "However, recent events must be taken into account."
The cheering from the table was silenced and everyone seemed too scared to even make a chirp of sound. It was much better compared to the previous yelling and screaming.
"Ahem," said Dumbledore. "I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes...
"First - to Ron Weasly, for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house sixty points."
Ed glanced over to the Gryffindor table and saw that Ron looked extremely bashful but it was a very well-deserved, Ron had saved their lives during that chess game.
This time it was Gryffindor's chance to be loud and rowdy as their cheers nearly raised the bewitched ceiling; the stars overhead seemed to quiver.
But as quickly as it came, the screams died down.
"Second - to Miss Hermione Granger... for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."
Hermione looked stunned and had lowered her head onto her arms and Ed could see that the Gryffindors were ecstatic.
"Third - to Mr. Harry Potter. . ." said Dumbledore. The room went deadly quiet, "for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house seventy points."
This time Ed really had to plug his ears, the screams this time around even louder than the previous one. Gryffindor was now in first place!
Dumbledore raised his hand. The room gradually fell silent.
"There are all kinds of courage," said Dumbledore as he continued, smiling. "It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom."
The screaming and cheering increased in volume even more because with the finality in Dumbledore's speech, it was sure that Gryffindors were the winner.
"And lastly- " the room returned quickly to being deadly silent- what else would Dumbledore have to say? "it would not be very kind of me to ignore our other classmate who helped assist our three heroes- Edward Elric, for your very courageous act in helping stand against Professor Quirrell in the time danger, twenty points!"
Ed was taken aback but Draco cheerfully congratulated Ed- even though it could not change the fact that they were still ten points behind Gryffindor.
"Which means, Dumbledore called over the storm of applause, for even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were celebrating the downfall of Slytherin, "we need a little change of decoration."
The decorations around the hall that were dedicated to Slytherins changed into the symbols of Gryffindors. The green and silver hangings became scarlet and gold and a lion replaced the serpent lying ahead.
However, Draco didn't seem particularly upset about losing and Ed could've really cared less, as long as the Slytherins didn't feel bitter about losing, then it was alright.
"So, the last lesson before we leave for the summer, do not ever think that you are superior to others just because of what kind of family you are born into. And if you are really planning to join that Moldy-warts or whatever you want to call him, just know that dwelling in not so light things can lead to losing part of your precious little body."
Ed pulled his already packed suitcase and held it with his right arm and continued to support himself with his left shoulder on the crutch. "If you can somehow let that stick in your head, maybe we can still be friends next year and I can even teach you some neat stuff. Bye for now," and he turned before throwing a wave to Draco.
This time he was able to find an empty compartment and there he slept, for the rest of the way back to London.
'Oh crap, I forgot, Winry's gonna kill me.'
'Ah well, it was a pretty good year, not as boring as I thought- guess the wizard world isn't just full of lazy kids and dumb professors. . .'
And that's it for the first book ^^
Was I too brief? I'm planning to make the next part of book longer because I'm planning more things ^^
If this chapter sounded a bit awkward and stuff, I sincerely apologize. I didn't want to change the fact that the Gryffindors won the House Cup because I think it's good enough that way.
If there are an major editing error, I would love it for someone to point it out ^^
Thank you LilMama886 for understanding that this part of the story is short ^^
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