Harry Potter was lost, but now is found. The Arch-Mage isn't happy. Harry isn't happy. And they're just the first two people who are going to find The Boy Who Lived's destiny one immense headache... Completed. It's my "Winnie the Pooh" to my A.A. Milne. (That's NOT a complementary comparison, by the way.)

His whole body hurt. He needed to start thinking, really thinking things through. The Truth must have had a reason for putting him here, and if they wanted to play this god damn game he would play it. For Alphonse. No matter how long it took. (This story is officially KIA, sorry)