Author's Note: Okay so I thought I'd be able to update around Christmas but apparently my family likes me more then I thought so I couldn't. but anyone here's a new chapter for the new year! Thank you to everyone who reviewed, I promise the story will get more full metal alchemist in the next few chapters and thanks to Pichu 172b I think you're the only one who caught the Havoc reference but I'm not sure.
'Can I really do this?'
Harry closed his eyes for a second, wondering if he was about to ruin his life or make it that much easier. It'd be nice to have another friend that new the truth.
'What if he thinks you're a freak?' some dark depressing part of him thought, and a flash of panic ran through him. If Ron did react badly….this wouldn't be like fourth year. There would be no way to repair the damage once it was done.
"Harry?" Ron pressed, his voice harsh in the dark.
The other wizard sighed, I can't do this. It was stupid to think that I can handle this. "never mind, it's nothing."
His words mended the silence, until it was so quiet that he felt like he was slowly being choked by it all.
Coward.
"You're a fucking coward you know that." Ron said sharply, sitting up in his bed. The faint light showing the mix of irritation and anger on his face.
Harry sat up, staring at him for a minute. "W-what the hell was that for?"
Ron sighed. "You we're going to say something. Something important I'm guessing from how long it took you to get your nerves. And now? Your just quitting before I've even said anything. Give me a chance will you?"
"Your going to hate me." Harry argued, wondering when Ron had become so perceptive? It shouldn't have surprised him though, he wasn't the only one that hid things.
The redhead flashed him an indignant look, his arms crossed lazily over his chest. "Why don't you let me figure that out first?" A small fragment of bitterness was in his voice but Harry decided to ignore it.
"Because your just going to act like them!" Harry whispered, looking around paranoid for madam Pomfrey or some other adult to appear.
Ron's brows furrowed in confusion. "Your not making any sense?" he frowned, trying to trace back the conversation. "Who would I act like?"
"Like--Like everyone else!"
Mum! Harry made a weird light appear! And--he fixed that plate he broke.
I-I did not! You broke the plate in the first place.
Ron looked at him evenly, "Well I don't know how everyone else is acting but I'd rather hear what's going on first." he said lightly.
Harry sighed, "Do me a favor and if your going to be mad then wait until I'm finished speaking. I don't really want to repeat myself, I'm already nervous enough as it is."
He nodded, and stared at Harry patiently waiting for him to begin. 'well?' Ron's expression said, eagerness replacing the anger. It took a few minutes for Harry to start, as he accepted that there really was no way out of this.
"It all started along time ago or at least I think it was a long time ago…"
"So let me get this straight, your not really Harry Potter or at least you haven't been him for a long time." Ron asked, trying to remember everything Harry had said. It had been strange hearing about parts of his friends life that seemed almost unreal.
Harry nodded, "As far as I can tell yes."
"And you think your some person named Alphonse who died twice to save some random kid that might be related to you but your not really sure about." he clarified.
"Ed." Harry said absentminded without meaning to say it.
Ron stared at him for a second before continuing, "Right Ed. And now your somehow here in a world where people have magic instead of alchemy. And you've been getting all of your old memories back in the form of dreams."
"That's about it."
"hey mate?"
Harry glanced over at him warily. "Yeah?"
"Your life is freakishly screwed up, even more than you thought isn't it?" Ron said a grin threatening to overtake his face.
The other boy sighed and sat back down in bed. "Tell me about it."
"So do you have any ideas why this is happening now?" Ron's tone was quiet, much quieter than it had previously been.
He sighed again and closed his eyes. "Not a bloody clue, Neville's sure that it's completely real though and that I am not in fact delusional but that's just Neville."
For the third time in an hour the room was silent again as Ron tried thinking of something to say. As soon as Harry had finished telling him everything, something had started to bug him. It wasn't the fact that Harry hadn't told him when the dreams first start happening because honestly he probably would have hid them too. Or that it had taken so long for Harry to tell him. No it was something else. Something that was nit-picking his brain and he couldn't figure out what it was. Professor, I've heard that sometimes incarnations suffer affects from their past lives.
"Sometimes the reincarnated person can 'inherit' memories, things that were important to them."
"Harry, I have a question and it's really important." Ron rushed out, trying to push his thoughts away from that option. There was no way that Harry was… or was there? Well it was Harry after all.
"W-what?" he yawned, staring at Ron with a disgruntled look.
"Would you consider these 'dreams' that your having pretty important?"
Harry stared at him for a second before collapsing back onto his pillow. "UmIguesssowhy?"
"Can you repeat that?"
He lifted his head up, "I guess so, why?" Harry wanted to inch away as far as he could. Ron was staring at him with a strange look and then, was he smirking? What the hell was he smirking about at three in the morning?
Harry did in fact inch away staring at his friend with suspicion. "What's with that look?"
Ron hid a grin. "What look?"
"The 'I know something you don't and it's practically really obvious' look, you know the one you get when you or someone else figures something out before Hermione does." Harry explained dryly.
Ron blinked, " I have that kind of look?" he asked.
Harry nodded.
"What's it look like?" Ron demanded, his previous thoughts forgotten for the moment.
"I don't know, you just give this big smirk on your face, and it's really weird to be honest." Harry laughed. "Anyway didn't you have somethin' important to say or are we going to continue discussing the strange faces you make?"
Ron hesitated, wondering if his hunch was realistic, or even plausible. It was almost like something out of a book. There was no way that Harry was some reincarnated-alchemist. "Never mind, it wasn't that important anyway."
Harry stared at him for a moment, and then nodded. "Alright then."
"Hermione?" Neville called out stepping into the library with Luna following after him.
"Luna are you sure she said she'd be down here? It's really late and she might have went to bed." he glanced at the smaller girl who was carrying Harry's cat in her arms and humming quietly.
"No, she'll be here. She said she would and the girls from her dorm said she wasn't back yet." Luna said determined, her eyes scanning around the room looking for a sign of the bushy haired girl.
"I think that's her over there." Neville said pointing toward the desk in the far corner of the library, the only one that still had light glowing from it. Books were piled high and low on the table, covering every trace.
Sitting at the table in a dead slumber was Hermione, her face was pressed against her arms in what looked like an uncomfortable position. Beneath her face was an open book and what looked like an extensive set of notes.
Neville let out a quiet laugh. "she was attacked by death eaters, dueled a werewolf-one of the fiercest mind you- and she still has time to catch up on her reading?" he shook his head. "She's unbelievable."
Luna set Edward down and walked closer grabbing the notes and book from the sleeping girl. "Hermione? Hermione wake up."
The brown-haired girl groaned and then sat up looking around blearily. "What time is it?" she asked yawning.
Neville shrugged. "Almost four in the morning."
Hermione nodded and stood up, "Thanks for walking me and now if you don't mind I have to make the long trek back to my dorm." she waved and slowly started walking out of the library with Neville and Edward following her.
"Luna are you coming?" the blonde-haired girl glanced down at the book in her hands one more time before discreetly putting it in her bag and catching up to her friends.
'this is very interesting, I was wondering when she'd figure it out.'
"Boy! I don't want to see you for the rest of the night!" Uncle Vernon shouted, roughly pushing the small child outside. The door behind him closed with a loud slam. Eight-year old Harry potter stared at the wood with anger.
"it wasn't even my fault this time." he muttered, taking a glance at the broken dishes in the garbage can. How was he supposed to know that Dudley was waiting around the corner for him? Or that when he fell the plates would cut him? It's not like he planned it.
He knew he wouldn't be sleeping inside tonight, this wasn't the first time he'd been kicked out for a night and as such at least he was used to it. It could have been worse, it could have been winter. But was the hot summer air really so much better?
Harry sat up and shoved his hands into pockets that were at least three times his size. Annoyed he started the long walk to the park, it was where he slept sometimes and at least it was some form of shelter.
Maybe Dudley would get a conscience and tell Aunt Petunia about the entire thing, set them straight. "Wish full thinking Potter." he said out loud, kicking at one of the stray rocks he could find. "And maybe someone will come and take you away from them?"
'Brother could…'
He pushed away the tiny voice, lately it had been getting less frequent and frequent until he could practically ignore it. What use was it listening to a voice that didn't mean anything? He'd only get disappointed. There was no brother, no Ed coming to save him. And he'd just have to except that.
"Tomorrow, I'll go and try to fix that plate." he said out loud resting his head against the cool metal of the slide. 'Tomorrow things will be better'
Maybe tomorrow brother will come…
"Harry! Hey mate a little help here!" Ron shouted, his loud voice breaking through the dream. A few minutes later Harry sat up trying to shake the last traces of sleep away.
"Harry! Make them stop." Ron hissed as what looked like the twins started to fuss around him playfully, save for Ginny who was trying not to laugh.
"When did they all get here?" Harry whispered to Hermione who had just entered the room.
Hermione let out a small laugh, and then laughed again when Ron glared at her. "I'm not sure, not too long ago. I suppose they heard about the attack and decided to come."
Harry nodded. "I guess that's nice."
Brother would do the same thing, or maybe it'd be a reverse situation?
The bushy-haired girl turned to face him. "Harry, Ron and I have something important to discuss with you." she whispered glancing around the room.
"Your pregnant?" he guessed jokingly.
Hermione's face turned a light pink and then rapidly turned as red as any of the Weasley's hair. "That's not funny in the least!" she said hitting him on the arm.
"Get away from me you bastards!" Ron hollered pushing Fred and George away from him. "Why'd you come here anyway?"
"We heard that our ittle brother and dear sister were in trouble." one twin said.
"So we decide to see if you two were alright or just dead." the other finished.
Ron rolled his eyes muttering bitterly under his breath every now and then. "Well you can leave now, because we're all just peachy." he glanced over at Ginny. "And why are you here anyway?"
Ginny glared at him coolly, and then glanced over in the direction of Hermione and Harry. "I was here to make sure that you three were safe and now that I know you are I'll be leaving." she said icily before walking out the door Fred and George following here with the comment of, "So Ginny we heard you've got a ittle boyfriend?"
"Finally." Ron collapsed back onto his temporary bed looking more exhausted then yesterday. He glanced over at Hermione, "Did you tell him already?"
Hermione nodded trying to get more in her stiff chair. "No, I was a bit interrupted." she said glaring lightly at Harry who gave a sheepish smile.
She sighed when both Ron and Harry looked at her expectantly. Did she always have to explain? " Ron and I thought,--"
Ron cut her off. "She means she thought of it and I just agreed because it's a damn good idea."
She rolled her eyes and continued. "As I was saying Ron and I thought that it would be a good idea to start up the D.A. again. We've just been attacked and I think it'd be important to defend ourselves." she didn't really want to tell them that she was afraid, that battle had been disturbing to say the least.
Harry nodded. "It's a logical idea, almost strategic. If we want everyone or almost everyone to survive this war then it'd be best if we could defend ourselves. After all they are fully-trained wizards and creatures with years more experience than us. If we can't get away from them then at least we can defend ourselves until help arrives." he looked up to silence.
"What?" he asked as they stared at him with what looked like-- amazement? Whatever the reason they were staring at him it was starting to really creep him out. "Why are you staring at me like a grew a second head?"
The two glanced at each other and then looked back at Harry debating something silently before Ron spoke, "We didn't know you could sound so…."
"So what?" Harry demanded.
Hermione shook her head. "You just sounded like a different person for a second." She didn't quite know how to put it but Harry had sounded more mature, and yet at the same time younger?
Harry nodded and glanced at them once, a suspicious look in his eye before he turned his attention back to the subject. "So I take it will use the coins like before?"
"It's easier that way and most of the members have their coins still, if they don't though then I can always make more." Hermione said already calculating everything that would be needed to be done. "We can have the next meeting after you two are out of the hospital wing."
As the subject changed evolving into an argument about quidditch Hermione reached into her book bag looking for her charms notes. It wouldn't do well if both of them fell behind? A panic suddenly rushed through her and she stood up, ignoring two exclamations of shock. "Hermione?" Ron asked warily as the brunette looked frantically around the room.
She turned on them. "Have either of you seen a red book? It's very important."
Harry stared at her his eyes still wide. "Umm, Not around here but we can help you.." he was cut off as Hermione raced out of the room muttering under her breathe furiously. "Look." he finished as the door slammed shut.
Ron looked over at Harry. "What the hell was that all about?" he asked and Harry could only shrug.
Neville was sitting in the common room, trying to no avail to finish his potions essay. It wasn't so much that he didn't understand it. He just didn't think it was that good. At all. Face it, it was complete and utter rubbish and he knew it. If only he could get someone to help. By the time he checked over all the facts it'd be too late in the evening to write anything at all.
"Havin' problems?" Seamus asked glancing at potions essay with sympathy and a bit of distain, potions was his best subject either. Next to him Dean was drawing methodically in his sketchbook, lost to the world.
"You could say that." Neville agreed looking at again. "You could also say that I'm going to fail."
Seamus laughed. "Cheers to that."
"Neville!" Hermione stormed into the common room, her hair whipping behind her and a wild look in her eyes. Neville thought she looked a bit like the Fury's they had learned about in History of Magic Class.
Seamus shifted away from Neville and subtly nudged Dean as the clever girl stopped right in front of them. "Neville I need my book back." she said curtly, taking a moment to breathe.
Neville looked at her confused. "What?"
She sighed, " It's dark red, with slanted writing. It's by Sheska Avro and it's really important that I get it back as soon as possible."
"Sorry Hermione I don't have that book, I don't even know who Sheska Avro is." Neville said warily watching the girl.
Hermione frowned, retracing her steps and trying to think who else had been there that night. Who else had seen that book? A light clicked on in her mind. "Thank you Neville." she told him before racing out of the common room, disappearing as quickly as she had come.
"What was that about?" Seamus asked Neville who shrugged in response.
She pulled her scarf tighter and tighter around her as she walked closer toward the lake, glancing down at the object in her hands every now and then. The air was thick with frost, and it slithered over everything almost making it into a winter wonderland. Once or twice her feet slid and she almost fell but luckily regained her balance.
She only stopped when she got past the snow-covered trees, watching as the lake came fully into view. Some part of her wanted to skate on it but she pushed it away as the other girl approached.
Hermione Granger stared at her, her arms wrapped around themselves in an effort to keep warm even though Luna knew she'd cast a heating charm already. She shuffled closer and then stopped. "I think it's time we had a talk." she said pleasantly, her teeth quietly chattering from the cold.
The younger girl nodded looking quite solemn, "I've been thinking the same thing." she paused and held up the object, the book. "And the first thing we should talk about is when did you find out that Harry is reincarnated."
-Chapter end-
So it's finished and thank god cause my fingers hurt like….well they hurt a lot. And I did include Kitty-Edward even if it was a cameo appearance. So now it's out in the air Harry is reincarnated, but what next? Even I don't know.
Anyway I will update Freedoms Wings for the people who are asking but I'd appreciate if you reviewed Freedoms Wings instead or if you'd message me instead of just posting a review on a different story. Also I will award a chocolate chip cookie if you guys can figure out where Avro, Sheska's last name came from. (and she doesn't have a last name in the anime so I just gave her one)
Well bye bye
