Fullmetal Alchemist and the Crimson Stone Chapter 4: The First Day, a fullmetal alchemist fanfic

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Fullmetal Alchemist

And the

Crimson Stone

A Fan Fiction Fusion

Tattoo Alchemist

Chapter 4: The First Day

Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist and Fourth Year Gryffindor was about to awaken to his first day of Hogwarts education, but he was dreaming. He dreamt that he was in a place that he had never seen before in his entire life. It looked like he was inside a house, but everywhere he looked the place looked like it was ready to fall apart. The windows were cracked, the broken doors creaked, the paint was chipped to show the plaster that was starting to peel, and there was not a single soul around.

In that dreaming state, Ed was led through the house by a force that was like a magnet pulling a paperclip. He was lead down a set of stairs that lead into the house's basement; the question of what was in that house overcame the knowledge that Ed had that it must have been a dream.

He reached the foot of the stairs and he looked to find the oddest thing. There in the center of the basement was a door standing on it's own with a small outer frame that held it down into the floor. He was about to walk forward and open the door when he was awakened by his newly acquired friends Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

The three of them first knocked, then came into the room with Hermione calling out;

"Hurry up, Edward," she called still sounding a little bossy, "you don't want to be late for your first day."

Slightly frustrated, Ed got himself out of bed and dressed. Thankfully, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had left him alone for a moment; otherwise they would have discovered Ed's auto-mail arm and leg. As he was getting dressed he found at the foot of his bed his new school robes in the Gryffindor colors. It was still odd to him as he got dressed that he felt a certain amount of pride as he dressed in the colors of red and gold with the Gryffindor lion crest on his robe. He tried to rationalize it by telling himself that it was probably because it wasn't a military that he had become a part of but more of an extended family that he never knew about.

After Edward got dressed he walked with his new friends to their first class of transfiguration with their teacher and head of Gryffindor, Professor McGonnagal, that woman with black hair, stern face, small lens glasses, and green robes. She began handing out apples to each student after they had taken their seats.

"Today," she began, "We'll be transforming these apples into oranges with a charm like this…" she took her wand out and tapped her apple three times as she said, "one…two…three…Orangia"

A small white spark came from her wand and struck the apple instantly changing it into an orange. She then took a knife from the table and sliced the new orange in half to show its juicy insides.

"Now, for all of you to try," she said as she first approached Ron Weasley.

He cleared his throat, tapped his apple three times and said with a poor pronunciation, "Orangia…"

A green spark flew from his want and his apple only grew and orange rind around its shape.

"Keep trying, Mister Weasley," McGonnagal said with disappointment. She then moved to Hermoine who performed the magic with the precision of a surgeon.

"Orangia!" She said loudly and clearly, the sparks flew out of her wand, struck the smooth red surface turning it into the orange textured surface of the citrus fruit. McGonnagal brought her knife over and sliced the fruit open to show that it was orange through and through.

"Very good," McGonnagal smiled, "five points to Gryffindor."

She then came over to Edward Elric who was holding his wand but looking at his apple with a very puzzled look. McGonnagal looked at Ed with a pleasant expecting smile having high hopes that he would be like Hermoine and bring points to Gryffindor with the genius that the Sorting Hat was talking about.

"Go ahead, Mister Elric," she smiled.

"I'm sorry professor," Ed apologized, "But I don't understand this."

"It's alright," McGonnagal said as she explained, "Just tap three times and say orangia"

"That's not what I mean professor," Ed restated, "I mean that it doesn't make any sense to turn an apple into an orange, it has no equivalence. If I was asked to recombine the apple into its original shape then nit would be a fair trade, but this isn't."

"In that case, Mister Elric, I suggest you apply that genius talent that we heard about and study a little harder," McGonnagal said as she lost her pleasing smile and moved onto the next student leaving Edward to stew in his unanswered frustration, and the worst of the first day was yet to come.

The next class was one that Edward Elric almost wanted to burst in outrage. It was the History of Magic with a ghost teacher Binus who was talking about a very difficult act of alchemy where it was thought that all matter was composed of certain elements and that they can be removed to make other elements. This was only the second part of alchemy's history. Ed continued to listen and found alchemy had its roots in philosophy itself that the idea of turning lead into gold was purely metaphorical. It really meant to transform a person's lead of ignorance to the gold of enlightenment.

This outraged Edward because he knew that in his country, Alchemy was born in the kitchen. How could a science have such flimsy superstitious roots as this? Of course, he didn't say anything because each time that he did he got a very sharp scold from Hermione that would have matched Winry's when she was truly mad.

Next came Defense Against the Dark Arts, and in there was that very lanky man who was at the staff table during the Sorting Ceremony. He stood at the front of the class using his desk as a make-shift podium and spoke.

"Good morning, class," he smiled.

"Good morning Professor Blackadder." The class responded

"Now then," Blackadder clasped his hands together, "since this is my first year of teaching, I would ask that you bear with me and help me along if I make any mistakes. Including yourself Miss Granger if what the rest of the staff has told me is true."

"He's onto you," Ron whispered to a very flustered Hermione.

"Now that's out of the way, I'll start off the class by teaching you how to rid your home of common creatures that are pests. Please turn you books to page 14 and we'll start with the common poltergeist."

Edward only heard the first part of the lecture where he heard that a poltergeist was just a troublemaking spirit that can be easily dealt with a small charm once it's spotted, but had to protect a house from them returning all one does is set up a barrier. Ed didn't hear the rest of it; he fell asleep with his face propped upon his left hand.

The next thing that Ed knew, there were two fingers nudging him in his shoulder which sent his head tumbling off his hand, and he awakened. He looked up to find Professor Blackadder looking at him with a look that was a mixture of expectance and humor.

"Your class has already left for Care of Magical Creatures, Edward Elric," Blackadder said, "or should I call you, Fullmetal Alchemist?"

Instantly, Ed came full awake and looked up at Blackadder with shock and then around the room in panic to see if anyone was listening to the discussion. For he knew that the mission would be over if people knew about his title as the Fullmetal Alchemist. He saw that there was no one in the room but he and Blackadder, he looked back at the professor who had the look as if he had been enjoying watching Edward's panic.

"No need to worry, Mister Elric," Blackadder smiled as he reached into his wizards robes and pulled out the silver pocket watch with the King's emblem on it, the badge of the state alchemist. "I am the Tattoo Alchemist, Fullmetal. I am the one here keeping an eye on you by order of Colonel Roy Mustang."

Edward's panic had then transformed into relief with the after effects of his panic still washing over him. He then gave the professor a smile as his mind had quickly put the pieces together as to who Roy Mustang meant when Ed left Central.

"So…you were the one who wrote the report," Ed deduced.

"Quite right, Mister Elric," Blackadder smiled, "I couldn't put my name on it for security reasons, but this doesn't' excuse you for sleeping through my class. Two rolls of parchment on poltergeists, how to spot them, where to spot them, and how to get rid of them."

"You're really enjoying this aren't you?" Edward asked as he hissed through his teeth in spite of the professor.

"As long as we're here, we have to play out our roles, Mister Elric," Blackadder said as he turned to his desk, "now, run along or you'll be late for your next class."

Ed had gathered up his books feeling steaming made about this, he hated the feeling of being talked down to as if he were a child. Of course, had Alphonse been there he would have reminded Ed that they were still children. He stewed in this idea for only half a minute before reminding himself once again that he was along at Hogwarts and Alphose Elric was back home. He then became very depressed at remembering it as he walked the Hogwarts grounds to a hut at the edge of the forest where there was a small gathering of students. Upon coming closer to the crowd, Ed had heard that gruff voice of Rubeus Hagrid.

"Right, come on now!" He called out, "come a little closer, tat's it. Fer our first lesson, I'm gonna how yer all different dragon eggs."

As Edward approached he saw the other students crowding around Hagrid who was sitting upon the ground with four different and very large spotted eggs in front of him. It was hard to gauge the size because Hagrid's enormous hands reached down, picked one up, and displayed it to the students around him as if it were a precious jewel.

"Now…" he began, "who can tell me wha kin' of egg this is?"

Hermoine's hand shot straight up into the air.

"Go 'head, 'ermoine," Hagred stated with a smile on his face.

"That is an egg of the Norweigan Ridgeback dragon," Hermione answered.

"Very good, 'ermoine," Hagrid smiled as he placed the dragon's egg back on the ground, "ten points ter Gryffindor, now, can anyone tell wha this egg is?"

Instantly Edward felt bored out of his mind by this pointless verification. He quietly yawned and stretched his arms out wishing that the class would end soon so he could begin his search for Flamel's journal.

His mind had spaced out on the lecture but then was sharply brought back to reality by a fierce cry that Edward Elric was all too familiar with. He dashed out of the crowd of students towards where the cry came from, ignoring Hagrid's warnings of:

"Stay tergether! Say tergether!"

Edward had found himself at the edge of the Forbidden Forest and saw amongst the thick branches and undergrowth, a large shadow moving, dashing from tree to tree as it came closer and got bigger by the second. He was concentrating on the shadow so much that he didn't see Harry, Ron, and Hermione stepping up behind him to see what kind of creature could make such a feral cry. They too saw the leaping shadow coming closer and the answer of what made that cry had leapt out of the forest onto the grass of Hogwarts.

The thing was a hideous creature, something that made the Hogwarts students disgusted just to look at it. Even Harry, Ron, and Hermione had thoughts of Hagrid considering it for a pet along with his other dangerous collection of fierce creatures. However, to Edward Elric, he looked at the thing without fear or disgust since he could see it was made up of equal parts of different animals. There was a lion for the head, a scaly body with forelegs like an Eagle, hind legs like those of a badger – fat and furry – with a tail like a scorpion. Topping it all off, the thing had thin wings like a bat that looked as if the creature would never use them. The hideous mishmash of a creature had let out another feral cry that made everyone, Hagrid, the students, Harry, Ron, and Hermione cover their ears, but not Edward Elric who stood his ground against the thing.

"I know what you are, you poor bastard," he said with great contempt in his voice with a small touch of pity, "I'll soon put you out of your misery."

Ed was about to make the call for his brother to help him in his attack, but then remembered that hew as on his own. Even more he remembered that he couldn't use alchemy.

So, it was down to two things, use magic or take the creature down with his bare hands. He had no time to make a decision as the mishmash of a creature leapt forward for Edward Elric as its first prey and Ed reached up with his fist and slammed the creature in the face. The punch threw the animal off course and down to the ground where Ed made the next quick decision and brought his leg up to the creatures' neck. The thing fell to its side where it was gasping for air and at that moment, Hermione stepped out drawing her wand and calling out:

"Immobulus!"

In a flash, the creature was frozen upon the ground as Hagrid Ed, Harry, Hron, and Hermione drew around it to have one more look at it.

"What the bloody hell is that?" Ron demanded wanting an answer.

"This is a chimera," Ed answered.

"A Chimera?' Hermione asked

"A creature made through the use of alchemy," Ed has finished, "look, it has pars lion, lizard, eagle, bat, badger, and scorpion. The combining of animals…the most depraved type of craft known to man…"

Class was dismissed immediately after the attack of the chimera since the thing was immobilized; Hagrid had told that he would take care of the thing. Of course, when the students heard this, more than a few eyebrows were raised. In fact, during the walk down to the dungeons for potions class, Edward had listened in on the conversation.

"You don't think Hagrid's going to keep the thing?" Ron had asked

"I certainly hope not," Hermione responded.

Harry on the other hand was very curious about Edward in how he was able to bring down the creature with just a simple punch and kick. He had tried to reason that no one could be that strong, even Edward from the look of him. Still, Harry had so many questions on his mind about him, but he had to put them aside as Professor Snape made his entrance.

"Even though you're all fourth years," Snape said to the class sounding very condescending, "I do not expect all of you to pass this course with high grades."

Listening to him, Ed had noticed how snake-like his speech was, acid tongued, and elongating the s-sounds in his words. He gazed at the class even looking snake-like with his beady little black eyes and his pale face framed in bangs of long greasy hair. Still, the way in how condescending he was to the students was so thick that it made Ed think of Roy Mustang whenever he came back empty handed on the Philosopher's Stone. The look on Mustang's face made Ed nauseous to think about, but he couldn't help but smirk.

"What are you smirking about, Elric?" Snaped demanded as he sneered down at Ed while approaching his desk.

"Nothing, professor," Ed answered.

"They say that you're a genius," Snape stated sounding unimpressed by what he heard, "Tell me, why is the potion Felix Felicisbanned in all competitions."

Hermione rose her hand right away, but to hers and everyone else's surprise, Edward Elric answered:

"Because," he sated, "Felix Felicis is liquid luck, anyone who has it will be lucky for that day. It's also toxic in large doses and can cause reckless behavior from over confidence."

Snape's face contorted in annoyance, "Very well," He said still sounding unimpressed, "let's try something else…what is Armotentia and what it smells like?"

Hermione's hand was raised once again, but before her arm was fully extended, Ed had answered:

"Armotentia is the most powerful love potion known to exist," Ed answered, "But its smell varies from person to person, depending upon what the person finds attractive."

Hermione's hand dropped to her desk, she was baffled by how someone else can know the answers to difficult questions so readily. She looked at Edward with her jaw gaping wondering if it all was just a fluke.

"Well, Miss Granger," Snape said acidly to Hermione, "It would appear that you've met your match. Now, Mister Elric, tell me what are the ingredients in the average adult human body."

Edward felt his own heart sink to the pit of his stomach when he heard the question. It felt as if Snape knew his own little secret about his past. He looked to Hermione hoping that she would know the answer, to no surprise of his that Hermione didn't know the answer to the question. No one in the room knew this answer except Ed and Snape.

Ed took a deep breath as the names and measurements rolled out, "Water 35 liters, Carbon 20 kilograms, Ammonia 4 liters, lime 1.5 kilograms, phosphorus 800 grams, salt 250 grams, saltpeter 100 grams, sulfur 80 grams, fluorine 7.5 grams, Iron 5 grams, silicone 3 grams, and trace amounts of 15 other elements."

Snape's pale face looked more annoyed than ever as he grudgingly said, "That's right, Mister Elric."

The memory of what had happened was so painful to Ed that he looked back up at Snape with such distaste, rancor, and contempt that he had to say something about it.

"Tell me, professor," Ed began taking Snape's interest, "is there a purpose to these questions or are you purposefully being sardonic?"

Snape's face had gone past the look of annoyance and went straight to outright rage at Edward Elric and he said:

"Fifty points from Gryffindor, Mister Elric," Snape had snarled at Ed, "as fro you, five rolls of parchment on the use of specific potions for snake potions."

As the class continued, Edward came to despise Professor Snape even more with that one question that he asked.

To Be Continued…