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Roy's POV
Ten minutes before Jason arrives
The flames shot out towards the old wizard. Instead of burning him they were redirected with a flick of the others wand. Instead of waiting to see what the other would do he kept moving.
From what he understood Dumbledore was a master of silent spells. So listening for the incantation was useless. Even if he spoke there was no guarantee that it would be the real spell. So moving and using his alchemy was the best bet. He had to hold out until Jason sent help.
Roy had to hit the ground as a red spell came at him. It missed by inches and had not come in the direction of the old wizard. Turning his head to the side he saw three men and one woman running towards them. It only took him a moment to identify them.
One was a man by the name of Doge. From what he remembered the man was apart of the Order of the Phoenix. He had been good friends with James before the man went to Azkaban. Which likely explained what he was doing there. Looking for revenge.
Another man had red hair and freckled skin. Immediately he was pegged as Arthur Weasley. What the man was doing here Roy didn't understand. He had no qualms with the Weasley's. Then again they had always supported Dumbeldore. Maybe that was enough to hate him.
Roy didn't recognize the third man. He was older than James by about a decade. Whoever he was wasn't in their normal circles. Or at least not when Roy was around.
The woman was easily recognizable. Someone he had never wanted to see again. Lily Potter. If things weren't bad enough enough now he had to deal with her.
While his attention was focused on the newcomers he didn't notice a spell coming his way. By the time he did notice it was too late to dodge. It hit him square in the chest. This sent him flying ten feet in the air before landing painfully on the ground.
Against his will his body began to change. From his studies he knew this was a forced transfiguration. From what he knew the old Headmaster was a master of the art. If anyone could force him into an unknown form it would be the old man.
The fire within his belly quelled slightly. It wasn't a moment later that his body seemed to shrink. Then it began to spout fur and his face elongated into a muzzle. There was some pain with the forced transformation but nothing he couldn't handle.
By the time it was done Roy was the size of a small puppy. At best eight weeks old. Looking down at his paws he could tell that he was some kind of canine. What kind? He wasn't sure.
While he was examining his new form the five people took the distraction to move in. He noticed immediately and let out a low growl in his throat. One that sounded like a dog's growl.
Dumbledore said glaring at him, "Now that he can't use his alchemy. He should be much easier to handle. Lily if you would."
Lily made to grab him. Despite not knowing what exactly he was he snapped out. Sharp teeth met soft flesh. Lily Potter retracted her hand from trying to grab him.
This allowed him to try and run past the wizards. While Roy was unsteady in his new form he quickly figured out how to run. It only took a moment for stunners to be shot his way.
As he ran he heard a loud crack of apparition. To busy dodging spells he hoped it was someone on his side. Not another wizard on Dumbledore's. He knew if they got ahold of him there was no way that old man would go to jail. Which was exactly where he belonged.
Three more cracks were heard. All right in front of him. There was no time to stop from running straight into whoever apparated.
Looking up Roy saw a black haired man with blue eyes. He could feel the magic coming from the man eyes. It was obviously a glamour that he had read about.
A voice he recognized said, "Thank you for coming. You can introduce me to your friends later."
The voice belonged to Jason his mind healer. Next to the black haired man was Barty. His blue eyes sparkling with amusement at Roy's animal form.
There was another man next to Barty he had brown hair and warm brown eyes. All three men held their wands out ready to use them. Their stances reminded Roy of when he led a squad into battle. They were all offset of the black haired man in front of him.
When the man reached down to pick him up Roy bared his teeth. As small as he was he could still do some damage. Even if it wasn't much.
Barty said noting his defensive posture, "Marvolo maybe I should..."
The man called Marvolo held up a hand to stop him. The blue eyes hardened when they looked over Roy and at the wizards behind him. It felt different than when Jason had been angry on his behalf. This was a more righteous anger. One that he felt he really didn't deserve.
The man said, "Albus Dumbledore. I heard that you are wanted by the aurors. Should you really be here attacking a well respected mind healer's cottage?"
That voice... Voldemort? What was he doing there? Roy could understand Barty. Even the fact that the blond had brought someone with him. The Dark Lord he didn't understand.
Dumbledore wasn't fooled by the Dark Lord's new appearance. He said, "It was foolish of you to come here, Tom. I don't know how you got your body back but we will not be leaving without the boy."
Jason answered smartly, "It's a good thing then that I have already sent a message to the aurors. You will not be getting away this time."
If he could have grinned in this form he would have. Jason was one who always thought forward in everything he did. If you thought you were ahead of him he probably planned for that and was in fact three moved ahead of you.
Roy made his decision he turned his back on the unknown man and Dark Lord. Dumbledore was his enemy. Voldemort could not harm him without losing his magic.
Twinkling blue eyes hardened when he saw this. Dumbledore obviously thought that he wouldn't turn his back on someone named Voldemort. That Roy would see him as some kind of savior. Too bad for the old man that wasn't true.
The quelled fire was beginning to reignite within his belly. Roy was sure that it wasn't his alchemic power. It couldn't be used in this form. That left him with only one answer. This fire had to be his elemental magic.
The men were still arguing and for the most part ignoring him. If he was going to try something it would have to be now. Internally he tried to grab at it. Like before when he tried to grab at his magic it slipped through his grasp.
Barty's words rang in his ears, "Trying to force your magic to obey won't get you anywhere. Magic is apart of you. From the moment you are born your magic is within you. From your first breath to your last. When you accept it, it will accept you."
Roy has to accept his magic. Deep down he knew that he feared his magic. Feared the new power that lay in him. Alchemy he had trained in for years. Magic he always thought that it was something he wouldn't learn. Or be able to touch. His biggest fear stemmed from Ishval. Deep down he knew that his true fear was that his magic would be too much for him to control. That he would kill everyone dear to him.
Now he had what he once thought was impossible. He could use magic. If only he could find a a way to accept that it was apart of him.
Roy wasn't one to allow fear to control him. Once more he grasped at his magic. Fear no longer darkening the smallest corners of his mind. Or the most hidden corners of his heart. Only acceptance of what he was. A wizard and an alchemist.
This time the magic didn't escape his grasp. It didn't slink away from his grasp. Instead as he tried to grab at it, it embraced him. With the embrace of his magic came a warmth. The very same warmth that tried to comfort him in his sleep. When only the darkness of his deeds to haunt his dreams.
In the background he could hear shouts of fear and surprise. Then he knew nothing more.
Marvolo's POV
He had still been in the meeting with Barty when a patronus arrived. A silver fox arrived and went straight to Barty.
It said in Jason Crabbe's voice, "Cottage is under attack. Send aid."
Who would attack the man's summer cottage? No respectable wizard would keep anything of important in the summer cottages. The look of horror across his young follower's face was enough.
Benjamin who had come into the just a moment prior asked, "Isn't the youngest Potter boy staying there? I thought that's what you told me the other morning Barty."
Barty said, "Roy is there and he's alone. My lord, he doesn't even have control over his magic yet. Not even to do the most basic of spells. He will be slaughtered."
Despite it seeming impossible it seemed Barty had grown attached to Roy Mustang. If he had not seen it himself Marvolo would not have believed it. It was an interesting observation. From what he had seen the boy drew in people that would normally stay away from each other.
Dropping his shields slightly he sought across his bond with the child. Fear flooded into him. There was an undercurrent of long withheld anger. The boy intrigued him. Until he knew where it had come from he wasn't going to let Mustang die.
He ordered before silently glamouring his eyes blue , "We will apparate to Jason's cottage. Be ready for anything. This is likely a small attack done by Dumbledore and his followers."
Both men said, "Yes my Lord."
Without another word they apparated to the cottage. All three landed perfectly on their feet. To his surprise however something small ran into his legs. Whatever it was, was too small to be Mustang. The boy had been almost to his shoulder. The thing that ran into him didn't even come up to his knees.
Looking down he saw what appeared to be a puppy. It was only about eight weeks old if it's size was anything go by. It's green eyes though were what caught his attention. A smile tugged at his lips. It seemed that despite having no control over his magic young Mustang had achieved his animagus form. While Marvolo wasn't completely sure what it was he knew it was so kind of dog.
Jason said from their right, "Thank you for coming. You can introduce me to your friends later."
That seemed to be directed at Barty. It took him a moment to realize that Jason had never seen him in this form. The mind healer avoided their meetings. Instead chose to deal with the aftermath of them.
Barty said carefully, "Marvolo maybe i should..."
He held up a hand to stop the younger man. He wasn't insane enough to pick up an animagus without knowing the animal. Despite it being some form of dog there was a chance he was wrong. It was better safe than sorry in these cases.
When he looked up over the yard his eyes hardened. Could that man sink no further? Attacking an underage child? One that was seeing a mind healer for what they had done in a war. That was low even for Dumbledore.
He said keeping his voice level, "Albus Dumbledore. I heard that you are wanted by the aurors. Should you really be here attacking a well respected mind healer's cottage?"
In the corner of his eyes he saw a flash of recognition in Mustang's eyes. It seemed the boy had recognized his voice. Good that meant that despite every thing that had been going on. The boy kept his wits about him. It was no wonder that he was an alchemist. They needed both intelligence and the ability to keep their wits about them in stressful situations. Mustang could teach his death eaters a few things about being a soldier. Including a thing or two in loyalty.
Dumbledore wasn't fooled by the Dark Lord's new appearance. He said, "It was foolish of you to come here, Tom. I don't know how you got your body back but we will not be leaving without the boy."
Jason answered smartly, "It's a good thing then that I have already sent a message to the aurors. You will not be getting away this time."
To his and everyone else's surprise the puppy turned its back to him. It was a sign of trust that he had not expected. Trust and faith that they would not curse him the moment he showed his back. From the hardened look in Dumbledore's eyes he had not expected such a thing. Almost like he had been expecting the boy to keep his back to the Light Wizards.
Through their bond Marvolo could feel Mustang's anger. It seemed he wanted to kill the old man just as much as Marvolo did. Few emotions were stronger than anger. One of them would be hatred. Somehow he doubted the boy had it in him to truly hate someone. He was too pure of heart for that. Pure of heart despite every thing he did in war and gone through as a child. There were few like him in their world. Those that did exist needed to be protected. Else they would fall.
For a long moment there was silence. Marvolo could see the curiosity in Barty's eyes. Despite being magically powerful Marvolo was not a magic sensitive. That was why he had to rely on wizards like Barty. Magic sensitives were rare. Almost as rare as a true seer. As far as Marvolo knew Barty was the only living magic sensitive alive currently.
Before he could ask what had drawn the other's attention he felt it. It should not have been possible. It was not possible to use magic in one's animagus form. That went against all laws of magic. Yet they all could now feel the magical pressure coming off the boy.