Title: Molten

Rating: Rated T.

Pairings: None.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort.

Summary: Insignificant, adjective. Meaning too small or unimportant to be worth consideration. Edward realised he was this a long time ago. Maybe this time, though, he wouldn't be. Linear and drabble-esque.

Author's Note: Any questions regarding the story can be asked via PM or review.

Beta: N/A - Help wanted.

Warnings: Language, blood/gore, and violence.

Category: Fullmetal Alchemist and Harry Potter crossover.

Uploaded: May 5th, 2013

(Section Break)

Edward tapped his foot impatiently. Where the hell are they? It'd been at least three hours since they went in, which in his opinion was way too long. After another minute or so, he became fed up and opened the hole he created.

He jumped out and went inside the castle.

(Section Break)

"Winry..." Alphonse murmured. "Where are you?"

Roy didn't reply to Alphonse's mutterings. He merely continued walking at a fast pace. I swear...

There was a loud thump as the pair rushed down the hallway. "What was that?" Alphonse asked quietly, speaking quickly.

"I don't know," Roy mumbled. "Should we check it out?"

Al nodded minutely. "It came from this way," he said, pointing to his left.

"Isn't that near the entrance?" Roy wondered.

"I think so," Al replied. "Be ready."

(Section Break)

Later that night, Winry would bit her lip in an attempt to stop herself from screaming out, pain wracking her body.

"Now, now," a snake-like voice would taunt, "shouldn't you be screaming? It'd save you a lot of effort, you know."

Winry wouldn't reply.

"You can only hope your werewolf comes and saves you," he would drawl. "It'd be a pity if he didn't show up after all the trouble I went through."

"Go fuck yourself," Winry would interrupt. Another flash of light later and she would be biting her lip so hard she would be bleeding.

Voldemort would chuckle. "It's very lucky that my dearest spy captured you for me."

Spy? Winry would think rapidly. "What spy?"

"Oh, I doubt you'd know him," Voldemort would say airily. "He goes by the name of Draco. A bit young, I admit, but his eagerness was... inspiring."

(Section Break)

Edward padded along the corridors, attempting not to be noticed. Jogging up to a corner, he went up to it and looked out to see if anything or anyone was there. Seeing nothing in the darkness of the night, he rounded the corner and smacked right into a metal suit of armour.

"Shit."

(Section Break)

"Brother?" Alphonse asked incredulously, treading up to a person with long blonde hair much like his own and bright molten eyes that could be seen from a distance. "That's you, isn't it?"

Edward chuckled. "Of course not," he muttered, starting to stand up and brush himself off. "That was not me who ran into a suit of armour and caused a bunch of commotion."

"Brother," Alphonse sighed.

Ed grinned at him. "What's up, Al?"

"Winry's missing. Mister Mustang said she was right next to him and then he heard a yelp from right beside him," Alphonse explained. "When he went to look, she wasn't there."

"A yelp?" Ed inquired, joy lost. "Where's Mustang, then?"

"Right here, Fullmetal," he greeted, walking around the corner. "Your brother here disappeared when we went around the corner."

"Sorry," Al apologised, rubbing the back of his neck in a sheepish motion that would have been much more effective if they could see it. "I had a bad feeling and got nervous."

"Is the feeling gone?" Ed wondered.

"No," Alphonse said. "Rather, it's worse."

(Section Break)

"Did anyone hear that?" Ron queried loudly, making some of the people in his dorm groan loudly at being woken up. "I thought I heard someone yell."

"Go to bed," Dean complained.

Ron frowned. "What about you, Harry?"

No reply.

"Harry?" Ron asked again. Getting fed up with the silence from his friend, Ron went over to Harry's bed. "Harry...?"

"What's it now?" Dean muttered, sitting up in bed. "What's wrong?"

"Harry's not here," Ron replied, terror shaking his voice. "Where is he?"

"What d'ya mean, Harry's not here?" Dean mumbled, hopping out of bed. Trudging over, he looked. "What the -? Where's Harry?!"

(Section Break)

Harry Potter breathed lightly (his Invisibility Cloak was missing – he had to be more careful than normal), observing the trio of intruders. These people are them, aren't they?

His suspicions were confirmed when he heard them call each other by the names he came to know them by. Edward, Alphonse, and that other guy whose name he wasn't entirely sure of. They began discussing someone – Winry, he thought he heard – and the fact that she went missing. Then he realised something.

Isn't Edward a werewolf? Tonight's the full moon...

(Section Break)

Izumi groaned, tossing around in her bed. Damn potion.

Done with it, she threw the sheets away and stood up, swooning slightly from the rush of blood to her head. Soon after it was over, she headed to the kitchen table where she picked up the fake locket. Looking at the initials on the note inside, she decided to do something and try to find out who this R.A.B. guy was. Unluckily for her, it was the middle of the night and she was still a bit groggy. She sighed.

I wonder how they are. This feeling does not bode well.

(Section Break)

Edward frowned. "Where d'ya think Winry'd have gone? I don't think she'd just leave, especially not while yelping."

"I don't know, Brother," Al sighed, "but I think that something must have happened. If only there was some way of knowing if she was even in the castle anymore..."

"There is a way," a voice interrupted, "but I doubt intruders like yourselves would be able to use it."

The trio turned to see a black-haired kid – Potter, Edward absently noted – pointing one of those wand-things at them, hesitant light flourishing from the tip.

(Section Break)

Ron went into the common room. "Where the bloody hell is he?" he groaned, searching. A couple of the other boys were doing the same. "Do you think he snuck out?"

"Snuck out?" Dean snorted. "How'd he get past the Fat Lady, then?"

Ron thought about it for a second, then nearly fell at his own stupidity. "Hold on, guys, I think I know how to check."

Dean nodded absentmindedly, looking around in the large room.

(Section Break)

Ron looked inside of Harry's trunk. Searching around, he didn't once find the silken fabrics of a cloak that could turn one's self invisible. Instead, he took out the Marauder's Map from the trunk and checked it under the glow of his wand. Searching for Harry's name, he found it alongside three others.

"Crap," the redhead muttered, standing up and searching for his robes. Once they were on, he rushed down the stairs and called, "I'll be back!"

"Where're you going?" Dean yelled.

"To find Harry!" he shouted back.

(Section Break)

"Oh, hey there, kid," Edward greeted, yawning. "What're you doing here?"

"I'm in a better position to ask that," Harry growled. "Why are you here, werewolf?"

"We were looking for something," he replied, also growling. "Now that we found it, we have to find someone."

"And that 'someone' would be this 'Winry?'"

Edward stiffened. "You heard us, didn't you?"

"Of course I did. You were being obvious," the Chosen One scoffed. "Why aren't you currently in your werewolf form? It's a full moon."

Ed chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Potion?" he suggested.

If Edward had been in any other situation, he'd have been killed. Luckily for him, the saviour in front of him was quite slow-witted and accepted the answer.

Alphonse sighed at his brother's ignorance.

(Section Break)

Winry trembled in the greyish-green, dungeon-like place, waiting for the inevitable. Where are you, Edward, Alphonse, Mister Mustang?

She shuddered as she heard someone coming down the stairs to fetch her.

(Section Break)

"Anyway, Potter," Ed continued on, "we need to find Winry. Can you help us?"

"Why would I?" Harry asked.

"Because we need your help," Edward said blankly.

Harry looked at him.

(Section Break)

"Is it this way?" Ron murmured, checking the map. "Yes, to the left..."

Ron ran down the hallways, attempting to be quiet but not quite succeeding. Several portraits upon the walls shifted in their sleep as the Weasley rumbled by, disturbing them. He finally reached his destination by the entrance in time to hear a showdown between his friend and the three foreigners. Stuffing the map away, he listened in.

(Section Break)

"Did she go missing or something?" Harry inquired. Alphonse nodded his head.

"Yes, she did. She yelped and then disappeared. We really need to find her. The sooner we do, the sooner we can leave this school, and the sooner we can leave this world altogether."

"This world?" Harry muttered. "Alright, I'll help. You'll have to come with me, though. I don't want to let people loose in the castle."

"You're acting quite odd today," Ed stated. "What's up?"

"Nothing," Harry mumbled. "All of you, come. I need to find my map."

And, of course, the redhead eavesdropping in stood stock-still.

(Section Break)

"Um," a voice said softly, a tremor within its tone, "Harry?"

The boy spoken to turned around, wand drawn, preparing to be attacked. "Who's there?" he commanded.

"Whoah there, mate, calm down," the voice, who now appeared as Harry's friend, responded cautiously. He held his hands up in surrender. "I just got worried. I heard a yell or something and then you weren't in your bed and when I checked your Invisibility Cloak was gone so I took your map and I found you talking to some people who I didn't really recognise and -"

Harry interrupted him. "It's fine, Ron," he replied. "Can I have my map?"

"Ah, of course," Ron said, digging into his pocket and pulling the map out. "Here."

Harry said a small "thanks" and opened the map after muttering a few words while holding his wand up to it. Glancing over the entire thing, he quickly handed it to the oldest of the group, the black-haired male. The man proceeded to hold it up for the other two to see.

"I don't see her on the top floor," the man murmured. "Do you?"

Edward shook his head. The smaller of the two brothers, Alphonse, suddenly gasped slightly and bit his lip.

"What is it, Al?" Edward asked urgently.

"Look," the smaller blonde whispered, pointing his hand up to a name on the map. "She's there, but look who else is..."

"Is that... Voldemort? How'd he get into the school?"

"More like why is he even here," Roy mumbled.

(Section Break)

Winry shivered. "Who are you?" she asked.

"My name is Voldemort," the monster-like man greeted. "I'm here for a few reasons."

"What're you going to do?" the mechanic inquired softly.

"A little of this, a little of that," he said happily, "and a whole lot of pain."

(Section Break)

There was a small pause. "Voldemort?!" Harry exclaimed, snatching the map back. "Let me see."

A short intake of breath later and Harry had all but become a lion in a man's skin. "We're going. Come on."/

"Hold up, hold up," Ed interrupted, "we're going to fight him without any preparation whatsoever?"

"Look," Harry said exasperatedly, "your friend is currently in the most Dark wizard of all time's clutches. If you don't get her back as soon as you can, there won't be a friend to get back. Imagine going back to your world or whatever a member short. I doubt her family'd be very happy about that."

"Al and I are pretty much her family," Edward said, snorting. "The only other person is the old hag."

Alphonse twitched. "Brother, this isn't the time to be fighting or the time to be badmouthing people behind their backs. We need to find Winry."

Edward humphed. "Fine, but the next chance we get, we're ditching this kid."

"I'm right here!"

"So what? You're still a kid."

Harry spluttered.

(Section Break)

"Are you ready?" the white man asked maliciously, drawing out his wand and pointing it at the blonde mechanic.

"As ready as I'll ever be," she gritted out.

(Section Break)

Running down the many hallways and staircases of Hogwarts, they finally reached the Room of Requirement. A door suddenly appeared ("I remember this place," Edward muttered) and they went inside. Another door was on the other side of the room. Sprinting over to the entryway and opening it, they stumbled upon a scene that would surely give nightmares for the next couple weeks.

Winry, the lovable blonde mechanic with a temper problem, was crouched up on the floor, cuts and bruises all over her and blood leaking out of her mouth. Her hair was disheveled and there was a fearsome grin on her tormentor's face. That is, until the villain noticed the appearance of the group.

"Tch," Voldemort grunted. "I was assured I wouldn't be found here. Too bad for my informant."

Edward let out such an ugly growl that it caused Alphonse to recoil.

(Section Break)

Izumi shrugged. I'll just go break into a library, I guess.

Dressing herself in clothing more meant for the brisk chill that came before the sunrise, she soon was able to leave the hotel and walk towards the library marked on the map left in the stand by the bedside. When she finally got there, she noticed that it was a twenty-four hour library.

God damn it.

(Section Break)

A long while later, the housewife had made very little progress. Perhaps it was because it was a "muggle" library, but she couldn't find any prominent figures with the initials R.A.B. or even someone with the initials of R.B. Sighing, she left the library and decided to try the magical libraries. Only whatever-was-up-there knew if she'd be able to see it or even let it due to her what should-be muggle status, but she figured no one would care enough about a frail-looking woman trudging across the streets of London as the sun rose.

Finally approaching the location she knew to be the ticket into the magical shopping center in London, she headed inside and asked the barkeep (who was nearly about to fall asleep) where the shops were. He laughed but gave her a break, taking her to the small outcropping in the back of the bar and tapping his wand against the bricks. She thanked him and strode into the street, looking around for anything with books. Finally, just as the sun rose and the stores began to open, she spotted a shop full of books. It wasn't a library, she noticed, but a bookstore. Satisfied anyway, she went inside and asked the storekeeper for a bit of help in finding the books that could list things like Dark Magic or things that were similar.

(Section Break)

Izumi sighed, looking out at the rising sun. She'd found very little so she left the store, but now she was wondering where her companions were.

Her feeling hadn't gone away, either.

(Section Break)

Edward rushed forwards towards the pasty-white, red-eyed monster-like man and punched him right in the face, no restraints. He stumbled back while Edward prepared another attack, clapping his hands together. Voldemort grunted and brought a hand up to his cheek before pointing his wand at the alchemist and firing a green light.

It hit him dead-center in the chest. He fell to a ground with a thump. The last thing he heard was a scream and belatedly noticed that it wasn't even his own.

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In response to Guest: I don't remember anything waaaaaah but I'm glad you enjoy my mess-up haha. Oh, and I'm glad you seem to enjoy the chapter so much! [And be careful about being hyper lol]

The shirt came. It's perfect. It's so nice and comfortable and awesome-looking and I just love it and oh my god.

Testing has begun. Dear me.

My sister cussed my dad out. I had to leave the house – I couldn't take the yelling.

So we ordered pizza from this new restaurant. We wanted stuffed crust and guess what? We got deep dish. :/

Been watchin' a lot of Nichijou. If you haven't watched it, I definitely recommend it. Just make sure to jump right in and not read any summaries or anything – just start watching it. It makes it soooo much better, trust me. It's so funny and it makes no sense at all for the first while but eventually it just becomes great, you know?

I forgot to use the word "molten" last chapter. Fuck. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. I don't really feel like editing it, either, but I guess I will.

(My sister bought me Dishonored so I'd keep quiet about her sneaking out of the house late at night. She also bought me the first volume of Death Note. This is all very amusing to me :p)

Well, thanks for reading and all that jazz. Oh, and, if you review, virtual cookies. If not, that's fine too. As long as you like the story, everything's all good!

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