FULLMETAL DADCHEMIST

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When Major Edward Elric, known as The Fullmetal Alchemist, was loaned to England from the barely known country of Amestris to help them track down a group of killers he discovered a deeper conspiracy leading him to his latest impulsive choice.

Dedicated to mangagurlz who was an enormous aide in writing this series of stories.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist

Chapter One

Fall out of Impulsive Choices

November 3rd ,1913

East City Train Station

2:45 pm

No one was there to greet Edward Elric as he prepared to deboard the train. Which was good; it was as he expected. He was not due to return before the sixth and he wasn't known for being early. He had been a bit concerned halfway across Armestris that Mustang would somehow know that he was early and have someone waiting for him here. There was no reason for this to have been true, but Mustang seemed to always know what Ed was doing, sometime before he even did it.

Ed yawned as he looked out of the window before he stood to gather his things. He tightened his coat around the bundle tied to his chest as he said. "Oh no. This is going to be a hundred times worse than a cat. Al's never going to let this go. Okay Buddy, I'm going to need you to promise to keep quiet until I figure this out. Can you do that for me?" The bundle squirmed in response to his voice and a soft mewling crept from the folds. Ed sighed as he reached inside with a single finger of his left hand to gently rub the top of the black downy soft head. "C'mon little guy work with me here. No one can know about you. At least until I can figure out how this doesn't make me the world's biggest hypocrite."

He carefully but quickly weaved his way off the train and through the crowd to the nearest restroom as he dug through his pockets. He knew it was in there somewhere, he wouldn't have left it on the train. Just as he reached the restroom and was growing concerned, he had in fact left it on the train his hand finally closed around the cold glass bottle deep in his pocket. With a small sigh of relief, he quickly emptied the bottle into a second, empty bottle with a grimace as some of the white liquid splashed over his fingers. He turned on the hot tap and rinsed off his hand before letting the water run over the second bottle, heating it until it was the right temperature before moving to the cleanest stall the bathroom offered.

He sat down on the toilet and unwrapped the blanket covering the bundle tied to his chest revealing the face of a small infant. He reached into the sling and removed a child no more than three months old. "I got milk on my hand for you, I hope you appreciate what I am going through." He said as he gently guided the nipple into the hungry mouth.

Ed had made a lot of impulsive choices in his nearly fifteen years but never had he imagined it would lead to him willingly holding a bottle of milk in a train station bathroom while trying to figure out a way to lie to his brother… he may have messed up this time.

October 29th

9:45 am

King's Cross Station

Platform 9 ¾

Barty Crouch awaited the promised alchemist as the train deboarded. Aside from a handful of travel worn witches the only one to leave the train so far was a rumpled child carrying a battered old suitcase. Impatiently, he stared at the door of the train with his hands clasped behind his back to avoid glancing at his watch once more. The platform cleared as the witches slid through the barrier or apparated as the boy looked around tiredly as he yawned once again.

Slowly the boy approached him, as Mr. Crouch reluctantly turned his attention briefly to the boy long enough to note a slight limp. "Barty Crouch?" the boy asked politely in a tired, scratchy sounding voice. Barty noted the boy seemed worn out in a red oversized coat over black leather pants and jacket with black boots and long golden blond hair in a loose braid. The boy barely came up to his chest, even with the lifts in his boots and couldn't have been more than thirteen in Barty's assessment. This child had to be either the child or assistant of the Alchemist he was to meet.

"Yes? I am Bart Crouch, is Mister Elric alright?" he asked, suddenly concerned that perhaps something had happened on the train since this Elric had yet to appear.

"I'm fine thank you." The boy said as he shifted slightly, as if he was suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. "I am Major Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist."

"Preposterous! You are?" Barty said in outrage. How dare they not take this situation seriously? Voldemort was a threat not just to England, but the world in general and they sent a mere child to assist? After promising to send their best resource.

Ed bristled. Though he had grown used to this reaction his was still annoyed and insulted by the insinuation. He pulled out his pocket watch as well as the letter sent by his commanding officer, Colonel Roy Mustang. "Yes. Me." He grumbles. He was in no mood for this, after three straight days on hard train benches he just wanted to eat something and lay down in an actual bed for a few hours. His leg was killing him, and his shoulder wasn't much better. The humidity in this country was murder on his stumps and he feared for his automail joints, and what Winry would say if they acquired water damage.

"You can't be more than twelve!" Mr. Crouch said incuriously. This was not what had been agreed to. "They said they were sending an expert."

"I'm fourteen." Ed growled as he once again offered the letter which Crouch had failed to take. "I have been doing this the last two years, I am the expert."

"They sent a mere child." Crouch muttered to himself as he finally took the letter. Ed growled again, suppressing his anger as much as he could. He had promised Both Mustang and more importantly his brother that he would keep his temper. He had to at least get off this platform before losing his cool.

Attn: Barty Crouch, head of England Police

From the office of Colonel Roy Mustang, Head of Eastern Command Security

By Order of Central Command per request of Minister, I, Colonel Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist, am sending to liaison in my stead Major Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist.

He has been briefed on the situation to the best of our ability given the limited information provided.

"So, this Colonel Mustang saw fit to send you instead of bothering to join us himself?" Crouch said as he looked back up at what his assumed was a trainee or intern.

Ed snorted. "I guess they could have been lazy and come himself, not that he'd be much help. He's useless on a wet day. I am more than capable, as the letter said." Mentally he added 'traveling abroad' to his list of 'shit Mustang owes me big for'. Especially since he hadn't been allowed to bring Alphonse on this mission. He'd rarely had a mission where Al wasn't allowed to come, and he didn't see how this was supposed to help him with his own goals.

This was getting them nowhere fast. Apparently, this child was the best they were going to get for foreign aid, which was disappointing considering the relationship Wizarding England and Armestris had established recently. Armestris had no wizards of their own as far as they could tell and was so isolated that if not for the recommendation of Albus Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel, they would have never made contact. Flamel assured them however that the country was full of Alchemists. Alchemists as talented as Flamel himself. Yet they sent a child. With a sigh as his thoughts came full circle, Crouch decided that the best course of action was to take the boy to Dumbledore and wash his hands of the whole mess. What were Alchemists going to do against Death Eaters anyway?

10:45 am

London England

Room308

Barty Crouch was uncertain why Dumbledore had directed them to this rundown motel in the heart of muggle London instead of somewhere reasonable, but the man was to meet them any moment and he couldn't wait to be rid of this child they saw fit to send instead of aid. The boy in question was sitting across from him at the small table provided with a tired scowl on his face.

He briefly felt a slight pang of sympathy for the boy. He was clearly young, for all he knew this was the boy's first mission. He didn't dare ask but apparently his question was apparent in his expression because with a slightly feral sounding growl the boy answered the unasked question. "I am not new to this you know. I am the youngest state alchemist in history, passed the exam at twelve, and have been assigned new cases roughly every six weeks since then. Unfortunately, they are mostly classified but I'm sure I can get them to send you some highlights if you're concerned about my abilities."

"That won't be necessary, I'm sure. Albus will be taking things from here once he arrives. He knows far more about alchemists than I do and is therefore the best one to handle this situation."

"What situation is that?"

"… They promised us the best field agent they had available and sent a mere child. Either your country is so primitive they allow children to fight for them, or they aren't taking our plight seriously." Barty finally said out loud what had been running through his mind since this ordeal started. "Either way I am far too busy attempting to actually stop this war to hand hold you through the basics of our situation."

Edward turned an interesting shade of red, but before he could say anything there was a sharp knock at the door before Albus Dumbledore walked into the room. Albus, as usual, was wearing a pointed hat and long robes both in deep purple speckled in silver stars. His half-moon glasses perch at the end of a long, crooked nose and his small smile is meant to be reassuring, though Ed finds it to like quite a few former mayors to be comforting.

"Good morning Barty, Mr. Elric." Dumbledore said as he closed the door behind him as he slipped a long wooden stick into his sleeve.

"I'll leave you to it then Albus." Barty said as he left the room without another word. Ed was relieved to be free of the man though deeply disappointed to have been left in the strange old man's company.

"Shall we get right to it then?" Albus said after an awkward moment of Edward staring at him.

"That would be for the best, the intel that was sent is not informative I'm afraid." Ed said attempting to be polite and professional as Mustang had instructed.

"Firstly, though I have placed you in muggle accommodations in an attempt to prevent Death Easters from noticing your presence, I must implore you to avoid venturing into Muggle England. Further, if you do venture into Muggle England, I must ask that you avoid using your powers at any time in front of Muggles." Albus said calmly as Ed stares at him blankly.

"I didn't understand half of that one at least." Ed said, his politeness reached his limits part of the way through the old man's speech.

"Muggles are completely unaware of magic users here. It is illegal to reveal yourself in front of them, especially under seventeen." Albus explained calmly

"Alchemy isn't magic."

"It is included in the laws of magic."

"Why don't you explain the situation?" Ed huffed, not willing to continue the argument further. If he understood this correctly, he wasn't likely to have to deal with 'muggles' to complete this mission therefore it wasn't worth the fight. He also had no intention of heeding the old man's advice if it came down to it.

"Voldemort and his Death Eaters have been ravaging the country for the last few years, as I understand was in your report." Dumbledore began as Edward nodded, still waiting for the part that they hadn't told them. Namely what they wanted him to do for them. He wasn't expected to be here long after all, just a couple of weeks. Primarily this was information gathering for Mustang as far as he was concerned. "Recently it has been brought to our attention that two families in particular have come under direct threat. Their children to be more accurate."

"Why would he be after the children? Leverage?"

"The Prophesy actually. It said, simply, that the one who could defeat him would be born at the end of July and that neither can live while the other survives." Dumbledore said with a resigned air. Edward bristled at these words…this man couldn't possibly mean that his group intended to allow these children to die to defeat this madman…because a prophesy said so? What complete nonsense.

Edward waited hoping for further clarification, but the more Dumbledore spoke the angrier he got. In the end Ed decided there was only one reasonable course of action; he needed to find these families and warn them that their children were in very real danger, and not just from this villain. He hoped they listened. He nodded along with the old man until it was finally late enough to feign exhaustion and Dumbledore left. Thank goodness for the assumption of travel weariness, and Ed having traveled enough in the last few years that it had little effect on him. He could fall asleep anywhere, but he could also keep going for long periods of time.

After twenty minutes of peace Edward snuck out of the room. First order of business was to locate these villages Dumbledore had mentioned. Dumbledore seemed to think Godrics Hallow was likely the first target, but Edward wasn't convinced. He decided to go with whichever was geographically closer when he snuck off to warn these families… Potters and Longbottom's according to Dumbledore… he wasn't certain which was which or anything about either of them so it was likely he was going to end up in a lot of trouble here. Not that this was unusual for him. As near as he could tell from the smarmy cryptic bastard had said he had roughly three days to figure this out.

Edward luckily found the Leaky Cauldron just three blocks from his room, which is where he was instructed to go to contact the wizarding community. From there he went into the alley and was shown the entryway into the wizard shopping district by a nice redheaded lady who seemed to think he was a late arriving student. He located the post office quickly and was amused at the idea of Mustang's expression when an actual OWL delivered his message. The idea was worth the aggravation of having to borrow a quill of all things to scribble the short letter out.

Colonel Roy Mustang

East City Command

Armestris

Mustang.

This mission is even bigger bullshit than usual and that's saying something.

They literally want me to do nothing more than sit in a hotel room for the next week so they can claim they tried everything possible. Never dealing with these people again.

Expect a room service bill in my summery.

Edward Elric

Now that he had warned Mustang that things were not what was expected he was free to search out where he needed to go, he headed straight to the bookstore in homes of finding an atlas of England.

October 31st

9:15pm

Godric's Hallow

Edward had spent far too many hours stomping up and down the streets of this village with no sign that he was getting any closer to his goal. He had figured out where it was rather quickly but finding transport had taken some time. Eventually, he had arrived following a train ride and exceptionally long walk from the neighboring village. He was tired, sore, and running on pure spite at this point. He had been in this village for roughly six hours and was no closer to locating whichever family it was that was to be hiding out here. On one hand this was good in that it meant the family was well hidden, but bad in that he still had another family to warn half the country away. Perhaps he should have simply sent a letter, but Ed had never done things the easy way why start now?

With this sarcastic thought he huffed, pulled his coat closer to him and started down the next street when he saw a flash of green light followed by screaming at the corner. He ran as fast as he could to the house, already transmuting his arm into a blade as he went. Just inside the foyer he froze for a moment when he saw a younger man laying at the foot of the stairs, completely still.

The man had black hair and glasses askew on his nose, he wasn't breathing. Ed debated searching for a phone when he heard a woman's scream above his head. As he stepped over the man a voice yelled and another flash of green light filled the house. He reached the landing when he saw a man towering over a crib, a redhaired young woman dead at his feet. Before Ed could move the man spoke again and the room filled once more with green light. Ed ran into the room as the man collapsed and a screaming wind rushed through the room. He carefully approached the crib in fear of what he would see, as he reached the side stepping over the bodies the baby inside began to wail. He reached into the crib with a sigh of relief. At least the baby was alright, he thought as he hugged the child to his chest.