A/n – I don't know WHY I am writing this at Church
A/n – I don't know WHY I am writing this at Church. But here I am at NLC at an empty table and no snacks. Damn! Ah well, please enjoy the chapter. And, because this is CHAPTER 10 – I thought that I would try and make it extra long, ain't ya happy?
A shout out to EVERYONE that reviewed. I won't make a list and bog down the chapter, I really hate doing that. Blah!
--
Alchemical Lane
Part 10 – Fullmetal, Meet the Death Eaters
--
In hind site, the worst thing one could say was "What's the worst that can happen?" in this case, it has to be the stupidest six words that one can say when one has go running after an angered teen after said angered teen has found out that the only way to getting home involves information that said teen cannot ever get his hands on in the first place.
Really, when one thinks about it, running after an angered teen and throwing back the words "What's the worst that can happen?" has got to be the most redundant thing that Harry has probably ever done in his thirteen short years on being in existence. However, these sorts of things only come to pass at the most inopportune moment.
The above mentioned inopportune moment just so happened to be moments after he found the blond boy punching a tree with his flesh hand, not caring about the pain, tears running down his eyes. Edward was muttering something about someone called Alphonse. How he had tried and had obviously failed.
And as these moments go; no matter how clichéd, this is the part where the popping sounds of people Apparating in sounded through the quiet glen (where just hours before, they had played Quidditch). There were four in all, each with long black cloaks and skull like masks that covered the upper part of their faces.
It was a split second before Edward was aware of the new visitors; apparently someone had set out wards even this far into the forest and there were shouts from the house. However, as Harry fumbled for his wand, and Edward tried to get a read, both boys' were hit with spells that made them fly backwards.
Harry lost himself in darkness, his last known thoughts being that he hoped someone got there to rescue them before it was too late. Edward, on the other hand, fared better, the spell didn't knock him out but on the other hand it did make him a bit fuzzy. He stumbled to his knees as the men converged on him and not Harry. Maybe that was a good thing; after all, Harry Potter was the Savior of the Wizarding World.
Rushing forward, Edward punched upwards with his automail fist and caught the man in the nose, the mask crumbled before him and Ed got a clear view of white hair and blue eyes. The man snarled and stumbled back. It was seconds after this that several spells shocked Edward's system and he wasn't impervious to falling unconscious either.
The man that Edward had punched spelled his nose back to normal; at least he wouldn't have a hooked nose such as Snape. Speaking of which, he turned to the man in question who by this time had gathered the Elric boy up into his arms.
"Let's go," Snape said simply before he Apparated off. The rest followed. They left Harry Potter to his dreams in the dew dampened grass of which would wake him only an hour later.
--
Snape Castle, Bulgaria
Edward woke to a white ceiling; golden eyes blinked the fog away so that he may see clearer. He lay in a bed that was plain white, in fact his entire room was plain, even the stone was plain gray. Boring colors actually, but it was better than finding himself in a damp dungeon. There always had to be a bright side to things, Alphonse wouldn't want him to meander in his grief of not being able to get home.
Sitting up, he finally saw what else was in his bedroom. The pine floor was covered in a rug that looked to have seen better days, across from the bed was a desk with a book shelf above it with several books, upon closer inspection, Edward found that these books were on alchemy. To the left and middle of the room, situated between bed and desk was the window, it had no apparent lock but would not open, the glass didn't even shatter when he punched it. At the same location, but across from it was the door that led outside his room. It had no lock, but Edward couldn't get it open.
He found a wardrobe that was filled with clothing, the same as he wore, the same black pants, elevator shoes, black muscle shirt and the pull over jacket. The only thing different was that his red jacket also hung up in there, it was bright red though, as if it had been newly made. However, the embroidery on the inside was still there.
To Edward from Winry
"I hope she's all right," Edward shook his head. In the drawers he found underwear, pj's and socks. Next, he discovered the bath room. It was simple with a shower stall that had nothing that separated him from the toilet or the sink and mirrored area. Soft towels and wash cloths had been supplied to him. He also found a brush for his hair.
"Well, I wonder what they think they'll get by this," Edward scratched the back of his head. This was just too weird, why would he be kidnapped and given such a great bedroom? It went against the norm, that was for sure.
--
Weasley Family Home, Otter St. Catchpole, England
"What do you mean he's gone?" Dumbledore asked kindly.
"Some men in dark robes took him," Harry replied, he had run back to the Weasely's as soon as he had awoken, just in time to find that Dumbledore had stayed for a spot of tea.
The family was in an uproar, for two reasons, one) Dumbledore didn't seem at all concerned and 2) Harry had been in danger. Of course, they didn't like the fact that Edward had been kidnapped, but at this point there was nothing that they could do. Apparation trajectory's were a fishy thing to track even after seconds of someone Apparating away, however, it was impossible when there had been an hour in between the apparition being implemented.
Of course, no one thought to tell Harry this, except for Ron who had somehow retained this information for some odd reason. Not that it would help now, Edward was gone and Dumbledore wasn't doing a damn thing about it.
Cursing angrily, Harry ran upstairs to the room he shared with Ron. Edward was his friend, if it had been Ron that had been kidnapped, they would have done something. But no, just because it was a boy that called himself an Alchemist and was from a place called Amestris – well, he couldn't possibly be important and so it was all right to throw said child, said Alchemist, said friend, to the werewolves.
"Don't worry, Ed," Harry muttered, "I'll get you back,"
--
Snape Castle, Bulgaria
Snape, Karkaroff and Malfoy sat in front of the fire in dark green winged back chairs, each had a cup of tea in one hand and sipped while the silence around them became more oppressive at the moment. A popping sound and a tug on the hem of his robe had Severus looking down and Toby, his head house elf.
"Yes?" he intoned.
"Awaken the boy has," Toby replied with a bow.
"Very well, serve him some food," Severus replied. Toby bowed and popped away to do his master's bidding.
"Severus," Karkaroff's voice was deadly in the silence, "What exactly can this boy do?" he asked.
"He's an Alchemist that doesn't need the use of transmutation circles," Severus replied.
"You have seen this?" Karkaroff raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, I have been spying on the boy since he arrived at the Weasely's," Severus nodded, he sipped some of the tea that was by now cold. He put the tea cup aside. He would have to remember to make the cups retain the heat in the future.
"Will he be able to bring our Lord back?" Karkaroff was just full of questions this night.
"We think he will be able too, given the right information and motivation," it was Malfoy who answered this time.
"Is that so?" a raised eyebrow in the light haired Wizard's direction.
"Indeed," from Snape.
"Very well then," the man nodded. If these two had things well in hand, than who was he to argue?
"Good, tomorrow I shall take care to inform the boy of his use," Severus said.
The fire before them glowed merrily as the silence once again descended upon the three.
--
Meanwhile, Edward was flipping through the books, a tray sat on the desk. The food was gone as soon as the house elf had left it, but the tea pot was self refueling, Edward sipped at the tea while he read. None of the books were ones he had read at home in Amestris, but, it was nice to read just about Alchemy and not about Magic.
Still, this whole thing wreaked. It smelled funny and Edward was sure that his kidnappers wanted more from him than ransom. He bet his life on the fact that they wanted what he knew Alchemy wise. Why else would he be kidnapped, put in a room that had walls and windows that could reconstruct themselves in less than a second and have at his personal use Alchemy books that he had never seen before?
Yes, there was something more here than Roy Mustang and his mini-skirt campaign.
--
A dull red light shone in the early morning gloom.
The sun had not yet risen over the snowcapped Bulgarian mountains when Severus Snape entered the room. From the single ever-burning candle, he saw in a moment that the boy was not in bed where all boys should be at this time. So, as dark eyes swept the room to find his missing ward, Severus found him sitting at the desk, bent over a book and snoring lightly. Blond hair had somehow fallen from the single braid the boy wore and now hung limply in his face.
Severus shook his head; the boy had probably been studying all night, he should have checked earlier, after he had told the house elves to put a mild sedative in the tea. Quietly he closed the door as he now fully stood in the room. He waved his wand and a fire place transfigured itself by the bedside at an angle where the bed would get the most heat.
Severus then went over to the boy, waved his wand again and Elric was now dressed for bed. He took up the boy easily, despite the metal limbs, Elric was very light. Frowning softly, Severus put the boy in bed. Elric settled down and nuzzled his pillow.
He was adorable. Severus could imagine having a boy just like Edward, except his son would have had red hair and green eyes, just like his mother's. It was too bad that Lily decided to marry that lard of a man, Potter. He was sure that he would have won her if Potter hadn't decided that he absolutely, positively had to have her. The whole thing was a mess and a half.
However, Severus couldn't ignore the family features the boy shared with his (Severus') Great Aunt Trisha; even if they were related or not, it pulled on his heart, Trisha had been kind to him. Sighing, Severus stood and tucked the boy under the covers. The boy held their secret to reviving their Dark Master. But, Severus didn't want the boy to die afterwards, no, he was too….
What was the word?
Special, for that doom.
He also looked liked Trisha; he looked like his second cousin who was also named Edward. There was no denying it – but, he would have to make sure that they were related. Even if by some odd chance that it wasn't by much, Severus didn't want to see this child that he hardly knew become another statistic in the Wizarding War.
--
A/N – I know that I wanted to make this longer, but there was no point and that seemed as good as any point to leave off of. My only annoyance is that I made Snape mushy! He's supposed to be some hardened bastard with nothing but his own whims to look out for, but no, somehow he became this loving father figure and…SHIT!