Author: Jade S. Lee
Chapter 01: Professor
He was an enigma, that Professor Elric.
He had golden hair, as well as golden eyes even though an iris colour such as that was not possible. He had a German name, but no German accent, despite claims that he grew up in Munich. He said that he studied at Durmstrang, yet he could not hide the look of surprise on his face when he saw Draco Malfoy use his wand to light an unsuspecting first year's robes on fire.
Hermione Granger shook herself out of her musings when Ron almost violently poked her shoulder for her attention. Rubbing her right shoulder she turned to face the fiery red head with a look of mixed confusion and annoyance.
"About time 'Mione!" Ron hissed angrily. "It's hard to ask someone to please pass the bread when they're busy drooling over the new professor."
Trying to fight down the heavy blush that Hermione knew was staining her face she hurriedly denied staring at Professor Elric and nearly shoved the basket of bread into Ron's hands. Quickly turning away from his inquisitive gaze Hermione glared at her bowl of soup, hoping that her friend would stop making crude comments about her "supposed" interest in the blond professor. It wasn't that sort of interest anyways. Although Professor Elric was handsome in a boyish way - as evidenced by the fact that he already had a fan club that consisted of nearly all the female students in the school, Hermione had a different sort of interest in him.
She just wanted to know his secrets.
He had been teaching at the school for a month already and had yet to reveal anything about himself. Yes he had said at the Opening Feast that he had grown up as a muggle, studied at Durmstrang, and had tried a number of occupations before deciding on educating young minds at Hogwarts but he refused to give any more information than that. Unlike the other instructors, Professor Elric never regaled them with tales of his youth, or spoke about family members, or even lost his temper with his class. To Hogwarts he was the quiet, reclusive professor who apparently stuck to strict ministry-approved lesson plans when it came to teaching, but taught with an almost bored manner like he did not care if anyone really learned anything.
At first Hermione had been suspicious of him. What if he was working as a spy for Voldemort? But that thought was quickly dismissed when some Hufflepuff had yelled the Dark Lord's name (hmph! The nerve of that boy, trying to scare poor Neville) in the hallway only to be met with an a blank gaze and an astonished "Who's that?" from the young professor. Although he quickly corrected himself by saying that he misheard the name it was plainly obvious that Professor Elric had never heard of the Dark Lord. That, or he was a very good actor.
All accusations aside Hermione was truly intrigued by the blond. She had never met anyone that complex in her life and she itched to find out more. No book in the library had helped her much - she had looked up his name the first day of school, and none of the other teachers knew any more about him than she did. Hermione also did not have class with him, since he was teaching seventh years and he rarely ate his meals in the Great Hall.
That was why she almost knocked over her glass of milk in shock when Professor Elric joined her at the Gryffindor table for breakfast one chilly morning. She had stayed up late finishing her essay for Professor Slughorn on Felix Felicitus so she slept in a little since it was the weekend. After finding the Great Hall empty, she decided to have a peaceful breakfast alone while her friends busied themselves with Quidditch practice. While Professor Elric was not being obtrusive or even making forced small talk, his presence nonetheless dashed her hopes of a relaxing meal and put her on edge.
Now this was different.
In all her time observing the reclusive professor she had noticed a few strange habits of his: one being his reluctance in eating with everyone in the Great Hall.
That must be it, she mused, he did not like to eat in a crowd. Or maybe he did not like crowds in general. Why was he eating in the Great Hall now? Maybe he always ate in the Great Hall, just later after the rush so there would be less people. But why sit at the Gryffindor table with me then? Why not sit at the opposite end of the Great Hall, or more appropriately, the teacher's table?
Hermione knew that she was panicking, but the combination of lack of sleep and the fact that she had never been this close to Professor Elric before made her jumpy. Nervously, she began wringing the napkin in her hands under the table. Staring hard at the worn oak table and hoping that the floor would swallow her whole Hermione sneaked a glance at her blond tablemate.
Professor Elric calmly sipped his orange juice.
Did he not know what he was putting her through? Hermione seethed in her mind. It was obvious that she was nervous and uncomfortable, yet Professor Elric chose not to acknowledge the fact. Still, Hermione could have sworn that the professor had given her a little wink and a small, toothy grin.
Damn him! He decides not to be a recluse now of all times? Why did she wake up late? Why did he have to...
"Hey"
What felt like a rolled up newspaper hit her lightly on the head.
"Could you please pass the bread?"
A.N: I'd just like to say now that I do not own Full Metal Alchemist nor do I own any of the Harry Potter books. They belong to their respectful authors (J.K. Rowling and...oh gosh I can't remember FMA's author...well to him too).
Warning: this is my first fanfic so if I completely suck then I really can't help it since this is entirely new for me.
I hope that no one bashes me for completely turning all the characters OOC. I might have done it in some parts so I apologize in advance.
Oh yes, the FMA part is set after the anime series ended. No movie though (well, Ed DOES pass through the gate to another world and does go to Germany, but he doesn't stay there for long). For Harry Potter its 6th book stuff. But since I can't really remember what happened in the 6th book much anymore I'm going to do my own version with references to the book (like the fact that Slughorn is the potions teacher etc etc).
Note: I KNOW that doing an FMA/HP crossover is so...OVERDONE but I can't help it. This is the ONLY crossover that I've taken a liking to because I can actually SEE the stories being integrated into each other. I seriously do not understand most crossovers. Naruto/HP doesn't work well I think and LOTR/anything is just mind boggling to me. I can't even get over Kingdom Hearts so there! I'm aiming for this story to be about 10 chapters, give or take. About the same length as this one too. And I could probably update...erm...once a week or once every two weeks depending on the demand/my motivation.
until next time!
EDIT:
Thanks to begumfarah99 for pointing out TWO mistakes to me...omgg I feel SO STUPID now..
Originally I had Edward teach 6th and 7th years so I wrote:
"To Hogwarts he was the quiet, reclusive professor who stuck to strict ministry-approved lesson plans when it came to teaching, but taught with an almost bored manner like he did not care if anyone really learned anything."
and
"But that thought was quickly dismissed when some Hufflepuff had yelled the Dark Lord's name (hmph! The nerve of that boy, trying to scare poor Neville) in Professor Elric's class only to be met with an a blank gaze and an astonished "Who's that?" from the young professor"
But I made a last minute change (apparently in my mind because I wrote these things) so that Edward would only teach 7th years. I decided that he would want to keep a lower profile in the school so he would only want to teach a small class (usually by the time you get to senior years in any school setting, the classes become smaller...cuz they're more specialized and people drop out/change schools etc) and he's the intellectual type so he wouldn't want to teach people who weren't willing to learn.
So I've made small changes to these two sentences so that they'll make more sense.
So now they're
"To Hogwarts he was the quiet, reclusive professor who apparently stuck to..."
and
"But that thought was quickly dismissed when some Hufflepuff had yelled the Dark Lord's name (hmph! The nerve of that boy, trying to scare poor Neville) in the hallway only to be met with an a blank gaze and an astonished "Who's that?" from the young professor"
Hope this makes more sense then...thanks begumfarah99!