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Seito: Happy Halloween People!!! –pass out candy- Though by the time I post this, it maybe say November 1 on FF. NET

To Daria

No what I meant was should I continue Ed's years at Hogwarts. So if I continue the series I'll do the next HP book, Chamber of Secrets, and Ed will come back for another year at Hogwarts.

To Fem Scorpio

-Choke- can't breath. Must loosen grip... thanks for the hug

To Rain

WAI!!!!! –glomps- Of course you have my permission. I just can't believe you offered. Just sent it to BCCDGAME at AOL. com

To Le Usako

Yes I like Shinka too.

To Chickee11

Thank you for the article!!

To Lunatic Pandora1

Different place, different country. Harry, Ron and Hermione, well the only things they've seen in suits of armors are the ones in Hogwarts (generally speaking). Verse where Ed and Al are from, magic isn't common so they would assume that Al is wearing a suit of armor. That's just my theory.

To Cor-chan

-Blink- Where did I write that?

To The La/-/er

Can't start the chapter without saying hi to my beta now can I? Hi!!!!

To The Rest of the Reviewers

Thanks you reviewing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Yoake Mae

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Chapter VII

Shards of Fate; The Things I See

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Kanpeki to chau, jinsei no shuushi

Puramai zero da nanteba honto ka na?

I think the balance sheet of my life is imperfect.

If I add up the plusses and minuses, will it really equal zero?

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Ed had just fallen asleep, his stomach exposed, when he felt someone shaking him. Ed opened his eyes. There was Harry... or at least his head. Golden eyes snapped open in shock. Before Ed could even yell, Harry covered his mouth.

"Shhh," whispered Harry. "I want to show you something."

It took a few minutes for what Harry said to sink in Ed's sleepy mind. "Why can't you talk someone else," snapped Ed. He was tired, he wanted to sleep and he was certainly not in the mood to deal with whatever Harry wanted to show him. "And how come I can only see your head?!"

"Shhh," repeated Harry. "Don't wake everyone up. I couldn't get Ron up. I have no idea where your brother is and I didn't want to wake any of the adults."

Ed groaned. Why him? Harry didn't even answer his other question about why he could only see his head. "So why can I only see your head?" Last time he checked they weren't learning how to be invisible this year.

Harry bit his lip. "It's an invisibility cloak. It was my dad's. Someone sent it to me." Ed eyed him dubiously, then got out of bed. Might as well go and look since he was already up. Throwing on his red coat, Ed made sure not to wake Shinka and the others.

"Alright," said Ed. He tossed his braid over his shoulder. "Show me whatever you wanted to show me."

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Moments later Ed found himself in an unused classroom. He could make out the dark shapes of chairs and desks. The air was cold and silent. Time seemed to freeze. Then... a random moonbeam shone through the window. Golden eyes widened.

There, in the center of the room, stood a tall mirror. The moonlight revealed a golden frame standing on two clawed feet. At the top there was an inscription engraved into the golden frame. Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.

Ed blinked. The gears in his head were already trying to figure out the riddle before him. Then it clicked in his head; it was backwards. 'Ishow no tyo urfac ebu tyo urhe arts desire'

Altering the words even more the message finally said: 'I show not your face but your hearts desire.'

Ed's nose crinkled. What did that mean? Harry pushed him closer. "Look. It's my family," he said excitedly. Ed blinked. He didn't see anyone. The mirror was blank.

"I don't see anyone," said Ed.

"Hmm... maybe you have to stand where I am," said Harry. Ed did so. Then his body started to tremble.

There were four images. The first was him... without his automail limbs. In the distance he could see his mother, alive, and Al with his body back. The last image was the clearest of the four images, but fire distorted it. There was a pang of pain and a sense of knowing that filled and tugged at Ed's heart. He paled greatly. 'A mirror that show your heart's desire,' thought Ed. Sweat ran down his face as his body trembled and shook. He knew what the last image was. He knew that was his heart's deepest and darkest desire. He just didn't want to believe it.

"So, what do you see?" asked Harry, snapping Ed out of his thoughts.

"It's nothing," said Ed. "I didn't really see anything in the mirror.

Normally the look of disappointment on Harry's face would have caused Ed to cringe or cave in and tell. However, Ed was dealing with his own troubled heart to notice.

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Ed didn't sleep after that. How could he? The one thing he had been denying for the past few months appeared in that mirror. How many days had it been since he realized? How many weeks did he deny it? How many times did it frustrate him to no ends?

Ed buried his head into his pillow. Even though he laid two beds away, Ed could still hear Roy's steady breaths. Ed stared out into the dark... Yup, he wasn't going to be getting any sleep tonight.

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Before anyone could realize the holidays came and went. After a tearful goodbye and a cheery hello, Al and the others left as Hermione came back. Then the term restarted again. Everyone went back to being swamped with homework.

Harry, Ron and Hermione had nearly given up on finding out about Flamel. But they were still skimming the books during their breaks. Ed, who was still slightly shaken by what he saw in that mirror, was also found reading again.

Then rain came.

Harry was beyond the point of misery. Not only did he have endless piles of homework and worrying about Flamel, but he had to endure the endless hours of Quidditch practice under the never-ending rain. Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, it did.

"HE'S WHAT?!?!?!"

Ed quickly stood up, nearly knocking over the game of wizard chess that he and Ron were just playing. Ron made a dive to save his already broken chess pieces. Harry repeated himself. "Snape is refereeing for the upcoming Quidditch match."

Ron and Hermione stared in shock. The Potion's Master was refereeing?! Refereeing as in being involved with Quidditch... what was this world coming to?! Ed, on the other hand, was steaming. He knew Snape was going to be unfair.

"Don't play," said Hermione.

"Say you're ill," offered Ron.

"Or just break your leg," mumbled Ed. He still couldn't believe Snape was refereeing the next match. 'Snape better not do anything to Harry,' thought Ed. The other Quidditch match that Snape interfered with played clearly in Ed's mind. Looks like he would attend this match.

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Roy flipped through another book. There was nothing else he could do. He could do his paperwork that Hawkeye left with him, but he didn't feel like it. He let out a soft sigh and snapped the book shut. Lately a blond, golden eyed alchemist was on his mind. The young Elric had been haunting in his dream... actually nearly everywhere he looked. It was safe to say it was driving him crazy.

What to do?

What to say?

What was going on?!!!!

Why was he feeling this way? Roy wasn't entirely sure. His eyes drifted to the window. It just so happened that Ed was walking right by. Wondering if he was dreaming or not, Roy turned back to his book. There had to be a way to distract himself from those bright golden eyes...

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The morning of the Quidditch match soon came and Harry was as nervous as hell. With a bit of reassurance from his friends he shakily made his way to the field. Meanwhile Ed, Ron and Hermione were heading up to the stands. Not too far away in the teacher's box, Roy was watching Ed closely. He had only shown up because Ed asked him (just in case Snape did something) and as Roy was beginning to discover, he was having a hard time saying 'no' to the young alchemist. So there he was in the teachers' box watching a wizard game that he never fully understood.

"Longbottom, if brains were gold you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something."

Ed practically snarled at the sound of the voice. That ungrateful, half-wit, dimwit, nitwit, blockhead, jerk, baka (Seito: It's amazing what you can find in a thesaurus for the word 'idiot') was here. Ed was more than ready to strangle the younger wizard. Plus, he was picking on poor Neville for no reason. (Not that he needed a reason).

There was Malfoy, tormenting Neville who seemed to be scared out of his wits. "MALFOY," Ed practically roared. "LEAVE HIM ALONE!!" Neville looked very grateful. Malfoy turned up and looked.

"Well, if it isn't the shrimp," he said smugly. He was only able to say this because he was just a bit taller than Ed himself. Ed steamed and at the moment strongly resembled a tomato. What would it take to shut him up?!?!?! No longer really caring, Ed practically leapt at Malfoy. Ron joined him as Crabbe and Goyle jumped into the fray. Hermione paid no attention to it as she watched Harry zoom around looking for the Snitch.

Hermione didn't even notice the scuffle and the yelps coming from the whirl of fists that came from the fight behind her. The game ended when Harry caught the Snitch and Ed gave Malfoy a black eye. Still not paying attention to the game, Ed then turned his wrath to Neville. He gave the timid boy a light whack on his head. "You! Stand up for yourself! Don't let Malfoy push you around!"

Neville, who was on the verge of tears, nodded in understanding.

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Roy left the Quidditch grounds. The sun had already set and the moon was out. Everything at Hogwarts was completely quiet and peaceful. 'That was a complete waste of my time,' he thought. Just then he saw someone wearing a hooded cape leave the castle. 'Hmm? What do we have here?' Roy decided to follow.

The hooded figure quickly made its way towards a deserted part of the castle. The person was too tall to be a student, unless it was one of the older students. There was also the matter of it being one of the teachers.

Snape's voice suddenly rang throughout empty courtyard. "Have you found out how to get past that beast of Hagrid's yet?" Roy frowned. What beast and who was Snape talking to? The second part of his question was soon answered.

"B-b-but Severus, I –"

Quirrell. He was the only professor at Hogwarts that stuttered like that. Roy sneaked closer, making sure not to be seen. "You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell," said Snape. Roy heard footsteps as Snape walked closer to Quirrell.

"I-I don't know what you—"

"You know perfectly well what I mean."

"B-but I d-d-don't –"

"Very well," Snape cut in. "We'll have another little chat soon, when you've had time to think things over and decide where your loyalties lie." Roy's frown deepened ever more. What did Snape mean by that? Hearing Snape's footsteps come closer to him, Roy quickly left.

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Harry opened a chocolate frog. Most of the partying had died down already and many kids were sleeping already. As he munched on the frog, Harry read the back of the Wizard Card again. It was a Dumbledore card. Harry had gotten one on the train, but was just reading it again.

Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.

Harry dropped his chocolate frog. "Ron, Hermione! I found him! I found Flamel!" The two of them, rushed towards him. Suddenly Hermione's eyes lit up and she darted back up to her room. On her way up, she practically ran into Ed.

"What's wrong with her," asked Ed. He walked over to where Harry and Ron were. He received no answer. It didn't matter because a few seconds after he asked that, Hermione came back down. She was carrying a big, thick book.

"I never thought to look in here!" she whispered excitedly. She didn't even notice Ed was standing there. "I got this out of the library weeks ago for a bit of light reading."

"Light?" said Ron. Ed's eyebrow rose as Hermione told Ron to be quiet. She then returned searching through her book, mumbling to herself. At last she found what she was looking for.

"I knew it! I knew it!"

"Are we allowed to speak yet?" said Ron grumpily. Hermione ignored him as she pushed Ed out the way.

Ed scowled. "Will someone tell me what's going on?" he asked angrily. His question was ignored as Hermione interrupted him.

"Nicolas Flamel," she whispered dramatically, "is the only maker of the Philosopher's Stone!"

Ed snapped to attention. "What?!" Harry and Ron just stared at her completely confused. Ed grabbed it and began to read as Harry and Ron skimmed over his shoulder.

The ancient study of alchemy is concerned with making the Philosopher's Stone, a legendary substance with astonishing powers. The stone will transform any metal into pure gold. It also produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal.

There have been many reports of the Philosopher's Stone over the centuries, but the only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Nicolas Flamel, the noted alchemist and opera lover. Mr. Flamel, who celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday last year, enjoyed a quiet life in Devon with his wife, Perenelle (six hundred and fifty-eight.)

"See?" said Hermione. "The dog must be guarding Flamel's Philosopher's Stone! I bet he asked Dumbledore to keep it safe for him, because they're friends and he knew someone was after it, that's why he wanted the Stone moved out of Gringotts!"

"A stone that makes gold and stops you from dying!" said Harry. "No wonder Snape's after it! Anyone would want it."

Before anything else could be said, Ed interrupted them. "What the hell is going on?! And why are you after the Philosopher's Stone?!"

Ron, Hermione, and Harry turned around. It seemed they completely forgot Ed was listening to their conversation. Sheepish expressions appeared on their faces. "Well, I'm waiting," said Ed. He tapped his foot impatiently. There were plenty questions afoot and he wanted answers.

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Welcome to Morte Calon

O God, why did you give to man

The crushing burden of Desire?

The answer's clear- to give life breath.

Without, man would not eat nor sleep

Nor realize his hopes and schemes

Worse than in shame

He would die without dreams

Tonight, I beg Desire be loosed

From judgments made in years gone past

Tonight, in this casino's dark

Be merry, light, and free to bask

In luscious, quiv'ring opulence

And let Want offer no defense

For surely God, who made Desire,

Will share a smile with Destiny

And as for you, my dear, you'll taste

A bliss no less than ecstasy.

(Grappa's Invitation—Morte Calon Entrance— King of Bandits Book 1)

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Seito: Everyone enjoy? HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! (Or belated Halloween) Don't forget to take candy! –Holds up a bowl of candy-

Oh since many people don't seem to care whether I do the rest of the books (C'mon people you didn't bother telling me) I guess I wouldn't be doing the rest of books, at least not in the near future.

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