Well, it's happened, I have written a FMA Harry Potter crossover, the most overused crossover of all! I have no doubt in my mind that I should be kicked in the shin for writing this, but please refrain from this, people; shins don't look good when they are bruised. XDD
Warning: Well, I'm not sure if there will be any yaoiness going on, if there is, rest assured, it will not be with any of the Harry Potter peoples, unless it's implied Harry X Draco. One more thing, any flamers will have a bounty put on their head. 3! Oh! One more thing, I do not own any of the trademark figures from Harry Potter or Full Metal Alchemist, -sighs despairingly-
Chapter 1…
Roy sat at his desk, he racked his brain trying to find a solution to this vexing problem that had presented itself. You see, one week earlier he had received a phone call from one, Albus Dumbledore. Our favorite headmaster had informed the colonel that a boy named Harry Potter was to be attending his school in less than two weeks and he was very concerned for the boy's safety. He had good reason to, from what Roy gathered, the boy was the only living person to survive the killing curse. (A/N:Hahahahaa, yeah that was a pun… ya know.. it's supposed to be funny…. LAUGH!) The word on the street was the guy who had tried to kill him, Lord something-or-other, was still alive and wanted revenge. And since mad lunatics that have returned from the dead and are now after one of the students is bad look for the school's image, Harry needed a body guard.
Hey! Here's an idea, why don't you send Armstrong? No, he wouldn't do, Dumbledore asked that Harry have no idea about his body guard. Because, seriously, think about it, he's an ELEVEN-YEAR-OLD boy who has just been told that he's a wizard and famous no less, I think he has enough on his mind at the moment. Besides, Armstrong wasn't good at undercover work anyhow; the guy is way too sparkly to not be noticed.
Then what about Fury? Fury? HA! Not unless we want about five million stray animals running around. Havoc? He'd probably kill the kid off with his secondhand smoke long before Lord Voldythingy could ever touch him.
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Somewhere in Wichita Kansas in a house on the second floor in a bedroom, the author of this story growled in annoyance and threw her pencil across the room, "GODDAM IT ROY! YOU CAN'T REJECT EVERY ONE OF MY SUGJESTIONS!" she howled. Then she picked up her pencil and continued on with the story.
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Okay, then what about Edward? Hey, there's an idea! He is small for his age (Ed:-sneezes-) he could pass for an eleven-year old if he tried… well, no, no he couldn't, but dammit, he could at least pretend that he started the school REALLY late or something. After all, Edward was quite good at undercover work, and quite the accomplished alchemist, yes, he would send Ed. Now here came the hard part, how would he get the pint-sized alchemist to agree to this, not of his own free will, of course, Ed would never agree to leave his brother alone for that long. Then Mustang's eyes traveled over a disgustingly groady sneaker on the top of his desk and he smirked. He's not crazy, that's not why a nasty old sneaker made him smile, although sometimes I worry for his sanity, you see, this wasn't just a sneaker, it was a port-key, right from Dumbledore himself. It became activated five seconds after someone touched it. This was the answer to all his problems.
Yes, Edward would kill him, but it would be at least a month before he saw him again, and he would personally look after Al while Ed was gone. Still smiling, Roy took out a piece of paper and began to write a letter to Dumbledore, explaining his plans.
Okay, tell me what y'all thought! -puts on shin guards- I am ready for the reviews, and by the way, this was all wrote on notebook paper before hand in various places, just thought I'd let you know!
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