Mesa no own FMA or HP

Seito-sigh- well, here you have it people… the second to last chapter to Yoake Mae. We really thank you for enjoying the story and leaving reviews… 303 O.O whoa. Anyways this dedicated to Anime Monster for begin the 300 reviewer. THANK YOU!

To Anonymous

Try www. fullmetal-alchemist . com (take out the spaces) they have the manga scans.

To SonpieroKoholiana

Thank you for the chocolate! (Seika: You people… STOP GIVING HER SUGAR!) I don't mind insanity, in fact, insanity is a good thing in my book. (Shinka-hiss-) It seems Shinka doesn't really like you. As for Harry and Draco… well we're not sure.

To Anime Monster

Thank you for being my 300 reviewer! Well don't expect any Roy and Ed fluff in this chapter. Sorry. We have a nice little fluffy scene in the next chapter though. –smile-

To Raye Sun

hugs- Thank you! Finally someone who will admit they don't like a yaoi pairing but doesn't care how the authoress writes it. –sniff- see why can't flamers be like you? Just admit they don't like the pairing but not take it out on the authoress. –hugs- thank you for not yelling at me for or saying the pairing was stupid because I paired Roy and Ed up. Now if you happen to support Yaoi pairings and just don't care for Roy/Ed please ignore my rambling. (Seika: Someone has been flamed one too many times… Hotaru-hugs- there, there, Seito. You're going to floor this place if you break down in tears. Seito-sniff- Someone finally understands.)

To King of Chaos

Yes… Ed could grow his arm back, technically speaking. But he would be taking on the form of someone else and to keep that arm, he would have to continue drinking the potion. Not to mention it would really painful. –ouch- Al on the other hand, can't drink so he would not be able to 'grow' his body back and even if he could, like I said, he would taking on someone else's form.

To Cringe

Ah, yes. We plan to do the rest of the books but we're going to take a break after Yoake Mae and hopefully focus on our other stories and maybe work on some new ones.

To Chickee1

Yes… we had to the 'no wood' thing. It was just too funny to pass up. –big smile-

To QianYun

HI! And we're working on it…. The Reason and Interruptions is just taking up more of our time… -sweatdrop-

To everyone else who reviewed

THANK YOU!

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Yoake Mae

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300th special

Chapter XI

Locking Fate and Destiny Part 1; Nasty Surprises

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Nando nankai, kurikaeshitemo

Modottekichau, ai dakara

However many times it's repeated,

It revives again and again-because it's love.

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Last Time-

Ed opened the door, prepared for anything. What he wasn't prepared for, was to see Harry tied up and Quirrell standing in front of the Mirror of Erised…

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Quirrell must have sensed Ed as he entered the room for he snapped his fingers and instantly ropes appeared out of nowhere. They began to attack Ed, trying to wrap themselves around him. Ed dodged the ropes and just as he was about to clap his hands together to form a blade, so he could shred the ropes into pieces, the ropes came again. This time, they managed to get a grip around him.

Ed struggled to get free. The ropes held him tight, almost restricting his breath. "What the hell is going on!" he shouted.

"Silence!" commanded Quirrell. "You nuisance of a boy! You should have never come here."

Ed's eyebrows rose as he noticed that Quirrell wasn't stuttering like he normally did. In fact, Quirrell was starting to sound like one of those crazy I'm-evil villains in those comics Al always enjoyed reading. Apparently, bad guys needed a new catch line/phrase/personality, or at least something original. Ed wondered how long it would take him to get rich if he got paid every single time someone said something out of a comic book.

Knowing he wasn't going to get any answers from Mr. Crazy, Ed turned towards Harry (who was almost tied up) in hopes that Harry knew what was going on. But first, "Harry! What on earth were you thinking, coming down here! You could have gotten yourself killed! I should kill you for doing something so stupid!"

Harry would have fallen over if he could. He was expecting more along the lines of 'Harry, are you alright?' or 'Harry, what's going on?' but never that. Quirrell apparently wasn't expecting that either as he stared at Ed for some time with a strange look on his face. Probably thinking along the lines of, 'What a strange boy' or something like that, not that he wasn't strange to begin with.

"Nice to see you too, Ed," said Harry with a hint of sarcasm.

"You should be," said Ed. "Roy and I risked our butts to get here, only to have Roy hurt badly in the last room."

"Umm… thanks?"

Ed looked at Harry with half moon eyes. "Okay then, what's going?" Ed asked. It was nice to have gotten that off his chest. Now he could focus on other things, like what was going on and how to get out of here. Harry would have sweat dropped if it weren't for the seriousness of the situation. Now Ed asks that? After yelling at him?

"Ah well… Quirrell is the one after the stone and not Snape. Snape wasn't trying to kill me, Quirrell was. Quirrell was the one who let the trolls in during Hallowe-" Harry was cut off right there as Ed started yelling. This time, his words were directed at the Defense Against Dark Arts teacher.

"YOU WERE THE ONE WHO LET THOSE TROLLS IN! YOU BUMBLING IDIOT. WERE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME!"

Harry did sweat drop that time. Quirrell glared at Ed. "Yes, well, I have a gift with trolls and it's not my fault you got in their way. Now be quiet while I examine this mirror. It holds the key to getting the stone, but trust Dumbledore to do something like this to stop me."

"YOU EXPECT ME TO WAIT QUIETLY WHILE YOU TRY TO GET THE STONE!"

Quirrell sent another glare toward Ed. His glares were nothing compared to the hard stares that Riza gave, even Roy and Hughes did better than that. (Perhaps Quirrell should also invest into glaring class and as well as a how to be evil class)

While Ed and Quirrell were arguing, Harry inched closer and closer to the mirror. He had to stop Quirrell from getting the stone. All he wanted to do was to protect the stone so that Quirrell didn't get it. If the mirror really showed his heart's desire, he should be able to see where the stone is hidden and prevent Quirrell from using it. Harry froze when Quirrell turned back around. Ed, however, had caught onto Harry's plan. "Roy heard you and Snape arguing after one of the Quidditch match!" shouted Ed.

Almost subconsciously, Quirrell answered. "Yes. Snape was on to me by that time. He suspected me all along. He tried to frighten me… but I had Lord Voldemort on my side…"

That was something new to Ed. Harry had mentioned that Snape was after the stone, but never that the Dark Lord was also involved. He could add that to his list of things to ask Harry when this was over… provided they walked out of this alive.

"You're telling me that so-called dark lord is your master!"

Quirrell's anger flared. "Do not speak so lowly of my master in my presence!"

Ed almost wanted to smirk. He was beginning to see why Roy loved teasing him so much. Getting people angry like that was actually kind of fun. And thanks to all the insults Roy normally threw at him, Ed had arsenal of taunts and names to call Lord What's-his-name. Let the name-calling begin…

"So your idiot master relies on YOU to get the stone. Gee, he must really be desperate for help if you're one of his servants. That or the only people he can recruit are fools and cowards," taunted Ed. Quirrell began to grow even angrier.

"You insolent whelp!" yelled Quirrell.

"Is that the best you can come up with? I've been called worse!" teased Ed. Maybe Harry could make a break for it and find the stone before Quirrell did.

"Silence, you pipsqueak!"

Miles away, a leaking faucet could be heard as an invisible glass broke. Quirrell did NOT just call Ed a pipsqueak. He did NOT! …. He did…. Three… two… one…

"WHO DID YOU CALL A SUPER-ULTRA SHORT KID!" (Courtesy of www. fullmetal-alchemist. com)

Harry, if he was standing up, would have fallen over, anime style. Where does Ed come up with these things?

Quirrell opened his mouth to counter Ed's statement. However, before Quirrell could say anything, a low cold voice came out of nowhere and said, "Use Potter… use Potter… to get the stone…"

Quirrell turned around and clapped his hands. The ropes around Harry fell off and disappeared. "Come here," ordered Quirrell. Not knowing what to do, Harry walked towards him.

"IF YOU LAY ONE HAND ON HIM I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN AND KILL YOU!" shouted Ed. He was still tied, but since Quirrell had all his attention on Harry and the Mirror of Erised, he just gave Ed the chance to get his hands closer together so perform alchemy…

"What do you see in the mirror?" asked Quirrell.

Harry peered into the mirror. At first he saw his reflection, pale, dirty and scared-looking. Then his reflection smiled and pulled out a blood-red stone from his pocket. His reflection winked, dropped the stone back into his pocket and all of sudden Harry felt something heavy in his pocket. He had gotten the stone…

Ed watched Harry's expression change for a split second. He then noticed that there was something in Harry's pocket. Everything seem to click together in Ed's head. He understood. Harry had somehow gotten the stone. Now all Harry had to do was hide it from Quirrell.

"I see… myself shaking hands with Dumbledore. I just won the house cup," stammered Harry as he made up what he saw in the mirror. He HAD to prevent Quirrell from getting the stone. He was shaking as his courage wavered back and forth. Next to him, Quirrell cursed again.

Ed winced as he heard Harry's lie. 'Mental note, teach Harry to lie properly,' noted Ed. Even he could tell that was a big lie. Lucky Quirrell didn't notice.

"Get out of the way," he said. He pushed Harry away.

Harry quickly ran over to help Ed untie himself. However, before Harry could even touch the rope, the voice spoke again. "He lies… He lies…"

Quirrell twirled around. The usually frightened professor had an odd, fierce look in his eyes. "Potter, come back here!" he shouted. "What do you see!"

Again the high voice spoke, yet Ed and Harry couldn't tell where it was coming from. Quirrell wasn't moving his lips and no one else was in the room. Were they invisible?

"Let me speak to him… face to face," whispered the voice in a dangerous tone.

"Master, you are not strong enough!" protested Quirrell in a feeble attempt.

"I have strength enough… for this…"

Danger alarms went off in Ed's head. Something told him the owner of that voice was very dangerous. Next to him, Harry stood there as if he was rooted to the ground.

Meanwhile, Quirrell slowly began to unwrap his turban. It was almost like he was unwrapping a gift, however, inside was nothing pretty or friendly. As the turban fell away, Quirrell's head began to get smaller and smaller. Finally, Quirrell turned around on the spot.

Ed drew in a sharp breath. Where there should have been a back to Quirrell's head, there was a face, the most terrible face he had ever seen. It was chalk white with glaring red eyes and slits for nostrils, like a snake.

'This must be Voldemort,' thought Ed.

The face glared at Harry, a look of anger dancing brightly in the crimson red eyes. "See what I have become?" Voldemort hissed at Harry. "Mere shadow and vapor … I have form only when I can share another's body … but there have always been those willing to let me into their hearts and minds… unicorn blood has strengthened me, these past weeks… you saw faithful Quirrell drinking it for me in the forest… and once I have the Elixir of Life, I will be able to create a body of my own… now … why don't you give me that Stone in your pocket?"

Harry stumbled backwards. "Don't be a fool," snarled the face. "Better save your own life and join me… or you'll meet the same end as your parents… they died begging me for mercy…" Ed fiddled with his ropes… Almost there…

"LIAR!" Harry shouted suddenly. He had to get away.

Quirrell was walking backward at him, so that Voldemort could still see him. The evil face was now smiling.

"How touching…" he hissed. "I always valued bravery… yes, boy, your parents were brave… I killed your father first, and he put up a courageous fight… but your mother needn't have died… she was trying to protect you… now give me the Stone, unless you want her to have died in vain."

"NEVER!"

Harry made a break for it. Voldemort yelled, "Seize him!" However before Quirrell could grab Harry, a blade neatly slice off his hand. Quirrell screamed in pained. How!

Ed smirked. "Forgot about little old me?" he asked. His automail hand was blade again, the ropes that tied him were now on the floor in pieces.

Quirrell growled at Ed before leaping at Harry. That was when the strangest thing happened. As soon as Quirrell touched Harry's skin, he let out a loud howl of pain. At the same time, Harry touched his scar, pain racing through his body.

Ed watched as Quirrell hunched over in pain. The hand he touched Harry with was red, shiny, and blistering before his eyes. 'What the!' thought Ed. 'Harry has never been able to do that before!'

"Master! I can't touch him! His skin burns me!" howled Quirrell in a fit of pain.

"Then kill him!" shouted Voldemort. Quirrell jumped toward Harry, only to have Harry jump out of the way.

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Down in the dungeons of the Slytherin House, Draco Malfoy woke up with a start. Sweat dripped down his face as he tried to make sense of the feeling of dread that gripped his heart tightly, slowly squeezing it as if someone was trying to wring every bit of blood from him.

And why did a face with bright emerald eyes and untidy black hair appear in front of him?

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"Seize him! SEIZE HIM!" yelled Voldemort. Quirrell lunged at Harry again, only to be stopped by a tall stone wall. Quirrell looked to the side to see Ed staring with a look of determination. However, one thing seemed to be missing… there was no wand in Ed's hands.

"What is this trickery?" asked Quirrell. "How are you able to conjure up things without a wand!"

"Something you'll never know," Ed said coldly.

"You annoying pest!" yelled Quirrell. He raised his wand to cast a spell, but before he could utter the words of a spell, Harry ran in and grabbed Quirrell's face.

Quirrell screamed in pain. As Voldemort screamed, "KILL HIM! KILL HIM!" Harry fully realized that Quirrell couldn't touch him; not without excruciating pain first.

"Let's get out of here, Harry," yelled Ed. Harry ran towards Ed and the doorway. "No! I will not let you escape!" yelled Voldemort. Quirrell pinned Harry down the ground with his legs. Quirrell went flying as Ed kicked him on the back of the head.

Quirrell hit the walls, falling unconscious. As soon as he did that, Voldemort suddenly rose from his body, becoming a shapeless spirit. He flew towards Ed and Harry. "Damn," cursed Ed. He clapped his hands together and touched the ground. Another stone wall appeared in front of him.

However, luck was not on Ed's side this time. Voldemort was like a spirit now; he merely passed over the wall and rammed into Ed on the other side. Ed hit the wall much like Quirrell had. Voldemort turned and attacked Harry too, knocking Harry aside as well. There was a sickening crunch. Voldemort went back to attack Ed once more.

"You! I'll kill you for interfering with my plan."

Ed raised his arms to defend himself. However, before Voldemort could attack, something intervened with him. A wall of fire…from there, everything went black…

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"If you meet the buddha, kill the buddha...If you meet your father, kill your father. Free of everything you are bound by nothing. Live the life that is given to you."

(Sanzo; Gensomaden Saiyuki)


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