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Chapter 14
A lesson between father and son
Ed ran all the way from the room of Requirement to the Great Hall. Other students were making their way down as well—some seeing that the young blonde was in a great hurry as he shocked them all by climbing on to the railing and jumping down an entire flight of stairs. When he gotten his balance back he noticed that the group of kids was still two flights of stairs below him. He jumped down these two additional flights in the same manner as the first and sliding down on the railing until he was in front of everyone. Once this task was accomplished, he jumped onto the stairs and ran the rest of the way to the Great Hall. When he reached his destination he sat down and started eating. Even thought his body felt refreshed, he knew that his hunger was from putting all his power into the array. Other students were starting to file into the Great Hall—some kept their eyes on him, still not believing the stunt he had just pulled. Ed paid them no mind and continued eating.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down next to Ed as they usually do; waiting until he slowed down eating before they start questioning him. Ed smiled. They didn't start the day asking him questions and let him eat in peace! Ed sighed as he was started to get full, allowing his pace of food intake to slow.
"So Ed, you seemed to be in a hurry," commented Harry. He hadn't seen anything, but he had heard from some Hufflepuff girls.
"Yeah I needed to eat. I used a lot of energy last night," said Ed.
"What made you to jump down two flights of stairs and slide down the railing?" inquired Ron, impressed Ed's skills.
"Well, the smell of food was so amazing I couldn't pass it up," Ed replied, laughing nervously. "I must have surprised a lot of them getting down the stairs so fast."
"Ok Ed, spill it. What was so important that you didn't return to the tower?" demanded Hermione.
"I found it," Ed said, placing his fork and knife down.
"Found what?" asked a curious Harry.
"I found a way to get back home!"
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat there studying him. They noticed the smile on his face as well as his mood change. It started yesterday, and if he had truly found a way back then it must have been a joyful time for him.
"So when are you leaving?" asked Ron.
"I won't know until later, but before I do I'll let you all know," said Ed.
No one noticed Dumbledore behind them. He tapped Ed on the shoulder, and when Ed turned around to see Dumbledore behind him smiling. But there was something else behind the smile—the old man was cleaver at hiding his emotions from everyone else, but not from Ed. There was something that was bothering him and Ed knew that it wouldn't be any good news.
"Ed, I would like to talk to you in private," said Dumbledore.
"Sure." Ed watched Dumbledore head back to the teacher's table then quickly finished eating and then looked at his three friends to reassure he would tell them later what was going on.
He made his way to Dumbledore's office and waited for him to appear. While waiting, Ed looked at the many trinkets that sat in bookcases and atop furniture. He disliked the paintings. For as much time he had spent at the school he still hadn't gotten used to them. His eyes went to the sword in the glass case atop one of the shelves. Ed studied the weapon. It had rubies on the hilt along with other gems. The metals were gold, silver and steel. Fascinated by the sword, he noticed the name Gryffindor inscribed on the blade and realized that this fine piece of metal work had once belonged to him. There was a rustle some where near him and Ed looked around the office—once again not seeing Dumbledore in the room. As he looked around the office some more he noticed a strange looking bird. As he looked closer at he found a small pile of ash beneath its perch.
"Is that really a phoenix? No. It couldn't be…" thought Ed as he sat down on one of chairs in front of the desk.
"I can assure you that Fawks is truly a phoenix," said Dumbledore, finally making his appearance.
"So what did you want to talk to me about, Dumbledore?" asked Ed.
"Ed I have some terrible news," informed Dumbledore with a frown.
"What is it?"
"Well, this morning I received a letter. It stated that in two weeks you are to go to Hogsmeade's Post office, where you will have a letter giving you instructions where you can find the sender," informed Dumbledore.
"Do you know who sent it?" queried Ed.
"The name at the bottom of the letter says Hohenheim Elric."
'What does that bastard want?' Ed clenched his hands at his side "Where does he want to meet?"
"He wants to see you at Hogsmeade two weeks from now."
"Fine I'll go. Is there anything else that you want to discuss with me, Headmaster?" asked Ed, standing up to leave.
"Actually there is, Edward."
Ed sat back down in his chair, waiting for the headmaster to begin speaking. It seemed as if the Headmaster had something on his mind, but wasn't sure how to bring it up.
"…I know about the DADA club that you and Harry are teaching. Now before you say anything,I want you to know that I believe that it is a brilliant idea. But you should be warned—everyone will have to be extremely cautious with Professor Umbridge about. She has her ways of finding things out. That, and I would like to know how the progress is going," said Dumbledore with the usual twinkle in his eyes.
'Not surprising that he should know about it already. We were overheard by a member of his order.' Ed thought over how everyone had handled the training so far.
"As of right now, everyone is doing great. I see some potential in a few of them—Harry is really getting alchemy down—but still, if he looses someone close to him he'll have to be watched to make sure he doesn't do any thing stupid," informed Ed.
"I see. Well then, you better hurry along and get to your classes."
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Within two weeks the DA had already learned two of Ed's spells. They were quick to learn to the spells that Harry taught them, but alchemy was still slow going with most of them. Harry, on the other hand, was learning fast. He needed work on which elements could be transmuted into other things, but with Ed teaching him he was able to make some good transmutations. Ed had Harry create a signature array for himself. The design he produced was interesting. It consisted of a large circle with another two centimeters smaller inside it, a triangle in the center of that circle with another over lapping it in the opposite direction, and completed with smaller triangles in the center of the points the tops pointing at the one opposite it.
Ed watched proudly. Everyone was taking his teaching so seriously, and he had to admit that the wizards and witches here are rather skilled at learning anything if they put their mind to it. During his training with Harry and everyone else, Ed had taught them to spar, just as his teacher had once taught him. He knew that some of them had never felt the pain of a physical fight, and by the end of the second week, Ed held a test to see if anyone had made progress. He had each student attempt to transmute the ground into a spike and noticed that ninety-nine percent of them could still only make a small bump in the ground instead of the earthen spike. Ed continued to practice with them and even set up sparing partners for all of them.
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Ed finally read the letter from his father wanting to meet him whenever he was free, and letting Ed know that he would be at Hogsmeade all day. Ed was eating breakfast. He could feel the pulsing of the array getting stronger each day and had to wait some more until it was ready. Ed decided he would go after the Quidditch match after breakfeast. He had read and heard of the sport, but never sat down to watch it played. He had been so busy with his research he didn't think of taking a break to watch a game. Luna Lovegood came over to the Gryffindor table with a Lion-shaped hat.
"Hello Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ed. I'm supporting Gryffindor today!" she said.
"Nice hat there, Luna" commented Ed
"Thanks I was going to have it chewing on a snake, but didn't have enough time… But it can do this," Luna took her wand and tapped her hat, which resulted in a realistic roar of the lion atop her head.
"Wicked!" exclaimed Ron.
Everyone finished their meal and went outside to watch the match. Ed was asking a few students how the game was played and the rules so that he would able to keep track of the score, never thinking to ask about the game pieces. Moments later the players emerged from the Gryffindor and Slytherin locker rooms and the stands immediately started screaming cheers for their team. Madame Hooch was talking to each captain of the team after that was settled and everyone was mounted on their broom, she kicked opened the trunk that held the various balls. Two blundgers came flying out, closely followed by the golden snitch. She gave them a couple of minutes to fly off before throwing up the quaffle to begin the game. Everything exploded into action as soon as the large red ball left her hand—players flew at speeds that made it difficult for d to figure out what was going on.
A few minutes into the game, the crowd was captured by the action. Lee Jordan narrated the game, play by play (all the while getting yelled at by Professor McGonagall), pausing only for a few moments to make out the song the Slytherins were singing.
Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring!
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our king!
Weasley was born in a bin,
he always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley make sure we win!
Weasley is our king.
Lee tried to drown out the singing by announcing louder, but the snake house only sung louder.
Weasley is our king,
Weasley is our king,
Weasley is our king!
He always lets the Quaffle in,
Weasley is our king!
It could have been from his nervousness (or from the song), but Ron missed the Quaffle that sped his way, letting the Slytherins gain the point. Slytherins were cheering while everyone else were booing, and over it all Ed watched the game. He was getting to know the sport more and more from watching the players and listening to Lee, watching Harry closely to see if he had located the Snitch yet. Suddenly a bludger came out of nowhere, and if Hermione hadn't forced him to duck, he probably would have been hit. He could guess who it was that had tried to hit him, as Crabbe was being yelled at by both Madame Hooch and Processor McGonagall. Ed continued to watch Harry thinking whe whole time why would Crabbe tried to hit him with the blundger he felt that if it should happen again he would find some way to get his hands on the kid and pound some sense into him. Angelina Johnson had apparently scored a goal from the cheering coming from the Gryffindor side. He turned to look at Malfoy, who had taken off quickly. He must have spotted the snitch. Harry started to follow.
The two moved in a zig-zag pattern, attempting to grab the snitch as it flew sharply downwards towards the ground; both seekers followed. Malfoy must have gotten better at flying, because he didn't stall as both Harry and himself flew faster and faster towards the solid earth below them. Suddenly, the snitch shifted and flew in front of them, hovering about seven feet above he ground. Harry and Malfoy adjusted their brooms accordingly, moments before crashing into the ground, and continued the chase for the small golden object. Harry reached out for the snitch, competing with Malfoy's hand which was doing the same, but Harry grabbed it first. Malfoy's face filled with rage—he had just lost his house the match. Harry was walking away when he felt something collide with the back of his head.
"Harry… Harry are you alright?" asked Angelina worried as he extended her hand to help him up.
He accepted her hand, and when he was on his feet he could feel his head was throbbing.
"Yeah, I'm alright. What hit me?" asked Harry as he was rubbing the back of his head.
"It was Goyle. He rocketed a bludger at you when he saw that they lost, and Crabbe was trying to hit Ed," explained Angelina.
Harry watched as Madame Hooch proceeded to lecture Crabbe and Goyle then turned his attention towards his house's stands. All of them were cheering to see that he was alright, and Ed was making his way over—probably to congratulate him.
"So, it seems like you have saved that trash's neck, haven't you Potter?" sneered Malfoy. "He is the worst player I've seen in my life."
Harry tried calming down. He didn't want get into trouble because then Umbridge would get the satisfaction of punishing him, and he was not about to let her do that.
"I hope you liked our song. I wish that we could have some up with something about his mom and his loser of a father," Malfoy continued.
Fred and George had caught on to the conversation by now and were determined to get Draco to shut up. Which, of course, resulted in Harry holding back George while his other team mates handled Fred. As they tried to calm the twins Harry tried to do the same. It wasn't really working, and Malfoy's ceaseless taunting didn't help any.
"So, Potter, it seems you like the like the Weasley family. Maybe trash get along with other trash. Can you remember if you mother's house stank as bad as theirs?" jibed Malfoy.
Harry looked up to see that Madame Hooch and Professor McGonagall were still lecturing Crabbe and Goyle. In his anger he failed to notice that he had let go of George. All he wanted to do at the moment was pound Malfoy so hard that he wouldn't be able to taunt him again. He drew back his fist that still held the snitch and slammed into Malfoy's face while George slammed his elbow into his gut. He and George had officially lost it. He could hear the people around him screaming something and Madame Hooch's whistle blowing. Then there was a loud clap and the next thing that Harry and George knew they were being held back by a stone fist. Ed walked over to them shaking his head the whole way.
"Sorry bout this, but it's for your own good," said Ed as he stood there with his arms folded across his chest.
Harry and George were still fuming and trying desperately to get out of the stone first to get back to the fight. Madame Hooch didn't pay attention to how they were being detained but she gave them a good lecture. Malfoy was on the ground whimpering and twitching. He had a black eye, bloody nose, and a cut on his cheek.
"This wasn't called for. Both of you! Back to the castle and speak to your Head of House. Now!" She attempted to get them moving, somehow failing to notice that they were unable to go anywhere at the moment.
"I need to free them before they can do that, Madame Hooch," Ed pointed out.
It was only then the flying instructor noticed the stone entrapment. Ed clapped his hands and released Harry and George. She stood there transfixed for a few minutes, staring at the spot where the fists came from, then turned her attention back to Ed who was walking away dragging Harry and George to the castle.
No one spoke as Ed drug the two back to the castle, and at last they reached McGonagall's office. Ed released them when they reached the room and continued down the hall to wait for them after the meeting, finding a seat as the Professor herself passed him and confronted the two Gryffindor boys.
"In!" she ordered with furry as she opened the door.
Harry and George made their way inside waiting for the reprimand that promised to come.
"Care to explain yourselves, young men? There was no reason for you two to take such drastic measures!" shouted McGonagall.
"It was Malfoy! He was mocking us, and we'd had enough of it!" exclaimed Harry angrily.
"That is no reason to be fighting like muggles," reasoned McGonagall.
"He insulted both of my parents as well as Harry's mother! He deserved what he got!" snarled George.
"That is Madame Hooch's position to settle—not yours," McGonagall retorted.
"Hem, hem"
'Damn, what does she want?' thought both Harry and George. The three turned around to find Umbridge right behind them with her sickly smile plastered on her face like she had just won the lottery.
"Do you mind if I help Professor McGonagall?" asked Umbridge with her screechy, overly-feminine voice.
The Gryffindor boys had thought Professor McGonagall was furious before, but with Umbridge's offer to help, fuel was added to the already dangerous fire.
"I can do this without any help."
Umbridge moved towards Professor McGonagall, smile still on her face.
"I believe you could use some assistance with their punishment, and I would be more than happy to assist you."
McGonagall had begun to shake from her rage. Having this woman come in here and wanting to 'help' punish two people in her house.
"Thank you for your offer, but it won't be needed. Now, you two will have two weeks of detention and forty points taken away from the house."
"Hem, hem"
Professor McGonagall closed her eyes. Her patience for this woman was almost at its end, and Harry was quite sure that she was swearing inside her head at that very moment. She opened her eyes and faced Umbridge.
"Yes?" she asked in a voice that in every way demonstrated he was correct in that assumption.
"I have a more fitting way than detentions," the toad-woman informed.
"Well, Professor, they are in my house, and I can give them what every punishment I. Feel. Fit." said Professor McGonagall, putting strong emphasis on her last three words.
"Well I believe that I do have a say in this, because the Minister sent me something just this morning… where is it… ah! Here it is!" She exclaimed cheerily, using her wand to conjure a document from nowhere. She instantly began to read it aloud. "Hem hem—Educational Decree number twenty-five: The High Inquisitor (that's me) has full authority over punishments and removal of privileges of the students of Hogwarts that are assigned by the staff members."
At this point it took every ounce of will power McGonagall possessed to keep herself from punching the "High Inquisitor" right in the face. The offender herself was still smiling as she rolled up the parchment and sent it back into the oblivion from whence it came.
"So I believe that Mr. Potter and both Weasleys will have a life long ban from Quidditch. The other team members can continue to play, of course, but those three can not," she said, looking pointedly at Harry, Fred, and George. "Well, good afternoon!"
After a few seconds after she left they could hear her shrieking at some unfortunate passerby in the hallway; then a louder voice could be heard (and it continued to grow louder still). It was Ed's.
Ed had stopped Umbridge in the hall, wanting to speak to her.
"Professor Umbridge I have a question to ask you," said Ed, getting up from the floor.
"Yes?" asked Umbridge. Ed had just ruined her perfectly good day.
"I want to join the Quidditch team. I now know there are some spots open, and I wanted to see if I can join."
"What? No! I will not allow it at all!" shirked Umbridge.
"And why not?" asked Ed calmly.
"I will not allow a monster like you join! Not with that metallic arm of yours!"
"You! You just broke our contract! You damn toad, there could be people around listening!"
Umbridge shrank back in fear, only then realizing what she had just done. In his anger, the alchemist she feared seemed to grow taller than she was, and as he looked into her eyes she noticed his hands move in preparation to clap together. She waited for the moment of her fate to come upon her and—Ed lowered his hands to his side as he continued to looked at her.
"Allow me on the team. Or else—"
"S-s-s-s-sure! Sure I will!" stuttered Umbridge, cowering in fear of the mighty state Alchemist.
Professor McGonagall, Harry, Fred, and George were standing in the hallway and watching as the scene unfolded; each with a small smirk on their face as they observed the takedown of the "almightily Umbridge" by the pint-sized shrimp. Of course, none of them knew what they were talking about, but they enjoyed the show none the less. The twin's respect for Ed grew even grater that day. As Ed turned around he noticed his friends and Head-of-House standing there and he made his way over to the office, pushing them all inside and leaving Umbridge crying in the hall. So much for that whole dignity thing.
"Since you've all heard me anyway I might as well show you what that was all about," Ed told them, removing his white gloves first and then rolling up his right arm sleeve. At first the exposed arm looked no different from any other, but once Ed tapped it with his wand, it turned into metal.
"Man, that's wicked!" said Fred and George at the same time, each inspecting the arm. "Is this for real?" Fred questioned.
"Yes it is. Now listen to me. What you just heard me saying—about the contract—She, the minister, and myself came to an agreement that if one of them made this known I would have the full authority to do what I saw fit to whomever broke the pact. My…condition is to stay a secret. Now that I've told you four, you are under the same contract. I'm afraid this means you too, Professor."
The group nodded their heads in consent as they continued to stare at Ed's arm.
He pulled out his pocket watch to look at the time and swore. He had somewhere he was supposed to be. He told the group he had a meeting to attend and left the room. AS he left he noticed that although Umbridge had ceased her crying, she still flinched violently as he walked passed her.
Ed ran towards the Whomping willow, already aware of the knot he would have to push thanks to Harry's instructions. He didn't waste anytime as he ran through the tunnel—memories of the night his father left them plaguing him every step of the way. As he finally reached the end of the seemingly endless tunnel he entered what appeared to be the shrieking shack and ran out the front entrance of the same building with a swift kick to the door and ran to the post office in the small town. Ed opened the door and let it slam shut behind him as he swiftly made his way towards the counter.
"I believe that you have a letter for me."
"Your name please?" requested the young man behind the counter.
"Edward Elric."
The man nodded and look though the stack letters for Ed's he then Accio for the letter and had Ed sign some papers for the stating he was who he said to be Ed was starting to loose patience. He didn't want to see his father he knew if he did something were to happen.
"Sorry for the wait. Here you go," he said, handing over the letter.
"Thanks, how much do I owe you?" asked Ed as he reached into his pocket
"The letter was already paid for. You don't owe anything," said the young man.
"Oh, ok. Well, bye then," said Ed as he left the post office, waving in thanks as he walked out.
After he left he ripped open the letter:
Edward,
I know you don't want to hear from me, but I need to speak to you immediately. Meet me at the Three Broomsticks.
Hohenheim
Ed crumpled the letter and stuffed it into his pocket as he ran to the Three Broomsticks. Once he got there he stopped in front of the door; hesitating and unsure about if he really wanted to go in the small pub to see…Him. Ed took ad deep breath and opened the door. As he entered he noticed right away that it was still open. Everyone seemed to be sitting in their favorite spot except for the man in the back that stood out like a sore thumb. Ed made his way to the easily distinguished figure of his father, and the closer he got the more angry he became. When Ed finally sat down he set a watchfull eye on the old mad. His father's calm was bothering him.
"What do you want?" demanded Ed, getting straight to the point.
"Ed, I know I haven't been there for you and your bother, but I want you to know something," said Hohenheim.
"Don't act like that. If you were in love with Dante, why did you marry my mother? and if you loved mom, then why did you leave?" growled Ed.
Hohenheim sighed. He knew where this was going and knew there was only one way to answer his son's questions. He reached down to the sleeve of his robe and pulled it up, exposing his decaying arm to Ed.
"My soul has been in this body for a long time and its starting to decay. It's true that I was in love with Dante, but when I left her I started journeying around so as to continue my research of Alchemy. During the time, I started to break down; but when I meet your mother I fell in love with her and began to feel whole again—I left for two reasons, and two reasons only: to protect all of you from Dante, and because I couldn't bear the fact of having all of you to see me like this," explained Hohenheim sadly.
"Tch."
"How did you end up on this side of the gate?" asked Hohenheim
"That bitch Dante sent me here. Se's holding Al captive because he managed to get himself turned into the Philosophers stone and she wants to refine him to make him into the true, full stone," Ed explained.
"But she can't. She doesn't know how to do it," said Hohenheim.
"I know that already. But that doesn't make it safe for Al. She's determined to do this, and I don't trust the situation enough to say she won't find a way. She's come to far to turn back, and she wouldn't even if she could. I need to get back there as fast as I can, and I've figured out how to do that."
"Does it have to do with the earth's magic?" asked Hohenheim. Ed didn't say anything. He was shocked—how did the old man find out about it?
"I've tried to go back that way before, but my body is too old—it couldn't handle the strain. I can't do much to help you, but I can tell you this: when it's ready, you must activate the gate with in yourself. Only then will it work."
"How did you know I was researching that?" asked Ed.
"I was the one sending you the visions that you got the idea from. I wanted to lead you into finding the way home, Edward. The first time I did it I didn't think that it would work, but I knew that it had when I sent the second because I felt the emotions you felt."
"Why are you helping them?" asked Ed.
"That is a matter to be explained some other time. for now, expect more visions from me. I'll fill you in on information I discovered recently later. It should speed up your research a little."
Ed, who at this point was fuming that his "dearest father" wasn't explaining anything, he drew back his fist and punched Hohenheim in the face, which inexplicably started to crumple, followed by his body, and within moments the man who had sat before him only a minute ago was now entirely dust. The only thing that remained was a piece of parchment, covered in his father's dust.
Edward,
I'm sorry that I couldn't have been there in person. I'm being watched all the time so I sent this statue of me, along with this letter. If you attacked it and turned it into dust (as I am assuming you did)I fear you don't believe me. Trust me, my son. I wanted to be there, but as things are now I can't. Once again, I'm sorry, my son.
Your father,
Hohenheim Elric
Ed stared at the parchment, then at the dust. Why hadn't he noticed that this statue wasn't his father? As he sat and racked his brain for an answer, it hit him. He was so angry with his father to realize what was happening right in front of him. Ed flicked his wand at the pile of dirt, causing it to vanish before he got up and made his way back to Hogwarts, mulling over the events of the day.
When he got back to the castle he went straight to the common room there he saw that Harry was getting chewed out by Angelina Johnson for managing to get himself banned from Quidditch. Harry explained what had happened (leaving out the argument about Ed and Umbridge, of course), but he did let her know that Ed wanted to join the team—as well as promising her that Ed would be a great beater. It was only then that she noticed Ed, and she looked him over quickly before announcing her decision.
"I don't think so. He's too short to hit a bludger."
Harry backed away, knowing perfectly well what was going to happen.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A SUPER SMALL MIDGET SHORTY WHO CAN'T EVEN DEFEND HIMSELF FROM THE WIND SO IT DOESN'T PICK HIM UP AND DROP HIM SOMEWHERE ELSE! I'll show you that I can hit those damn things!" shouted Ed.
"Let's see if you're as good as you say you are," responded Angelina, not beating an eyebrow at the outburst.
"Fine. When and where?"
"Now. Quidditch pitch."
"Ok. I'll meet you there in a few minutes. I got to change first," said Ed.
"Alright. I'll see you there," said Angelina as she went up to the girl's stairs to get her broom.
"Ed, are you sure that you can fly on a broom? Do you even have one?" asked Harry
"I'm not to sure if I can. but I think I can handle it. Do you mind if I use yours since I don't have one?" asked Ed.
"Umbridge has it. You'll have to get it from her," said Harry.
Ed smirked as he went up stairs to change into his normal outfit then he went to Umbridge's office to demand for Harry's broom since he had been given permission to use it. Ed got the broom with no problem and he walked out to the Quidditch pitch. First Angelina had him to get on the broom and do some laps around the castle to have him get a feel for flying. Ed nearly flew into the Whomping Willow and the castle itself once or twice, but quickly got a hang of it. Angelina had the box with the spelled balls in it and handed Ed a bat for the bludgers.
Ed, having seen the game before, knew what the bat was for without having to be told. Angelina took the second bat and kicked open the box, releasing the bludgers that flew straight at Ed. Without so much as a second thought Ed swung the bat, hitting the bluger with a blow so powerful it was sent right at the center post, denting it. Angelina was impressed, but warned him not to hit it that hard next time. Ed kept that in mind and practiced his hits for a good two hours without tiring at all. He was told he had excellent skill, but would need to come for practice with the rest of the team, but with him playing for their house they were guaranteed the House Cup that year.
A/N:
I hope that you all like this one. It's a little time consuming trying remember what I've thought of for the story most of the day while working, but I manage it somehow. Hohenheim did have a little role there, but I will have him in there. He'll be here and there as the visions appear to Ed. Also, I think that when this one is finished that you all will like the other fic I'm working on. It will be taking place during the Half Blooded Prince book and it is going to be fun writing it. Well, I hope you all like this one. I also would like to thank all of you for your patience I'm mostly to blame for not updating this because I failed to realize that I didn't send it to my beta reader which I thought that I did. but feel free to review if you want any and all are welcome