Title: Harry Potter and the Secret of Human Alchemy

Summary: His soul transmuted to another body Edward Elric lives on in this world as Nicholas Flamel and there's something Harry needs to know. With Dumbledore out of the way Harry is about to learn exactly how he got that scar. PostHBP PostShambala HPAlchemy

Rating: T

Status: 3 chapters written, 2 chapters posted

Review count: 5

Ookami Kage: Good to know

blackflame180: Sirius is in the FMA world yes and Al was in the HP world but he's been dead for a while and by that I mean the Al Elric, not Al Heidrich, the person that Harry is going to meet is going to Ed Elric.

Past the Point of insanity: I have continued

Ak: You'll pick it up through the story, mainly in the next chapter

Heroine of the Valley: I hope so at least :)

Pairings: ...

Notes: Doesn't it annoy you when people put (a/n 1) next to something and don't bother to say what the a/n is anywhere?

a/n 1: I'm assuming that Hogwarts broke up late June, if I'm wrong I apologies but I can't be bothered to see if there is a date for when Dumbledore's funeral was.

a/n 2: If you don't watch FMA, the main character, Edward Elric, who I'm using here was rather short, especially when compared to his younger brother...you'll learn more in the next chapter if you haven't watched the series. Whenever someone called him short he always yelled something like 'WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL...' and say something that the person who called him short never even mentioned. It's amusing and I had to use it somewhere neh?

a/n 3: This character never actually appeared in Conquerer of Shambala so techinically she is an OC. I just assumed since Hues and Gracia were there that Winry would be too. Since Ed and Al seemed to set off on another journey at the end of the movie I assumed that maybe they'd need a mechanic and so they met the Winry of our world.

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His parents were dead, his Godfather was dead, Dumbledore was dead, it didn't seem to end for Harry. He was sixteen and two days ago had got off the Hogwarts Express for the last time. (a/n 1) Technically he was underage and should be looking at another year of schooling but times had changed and things were moving fast. By the end of the year, after Dumbledore had died, nearly a third of the school had either been withdrawn by anxious parents after the Death Eater raid or been pulled out to join the ranks of Voldemort in their parents wake.

He had returned to privet drive like he said he would and the Dursleys had not been happy to see him but after previous fiascos they left him alone. Harry didn't feel the need to inform them that the man they thought would come after them, should they hurt Harry, was dead. His birthday was coming up soon and according to muggle law he could leave home but he had decided to wait out until his seventeenth, then he would be able to roam the wizarding world freely.

Hermione had already sent him a letter telling him that he would not be able to see him for at least a week but Ron would be here in a few days to take him to the Burrow so he could witness Bill and Fleur's wedding. The part wolf and the part vela…an interesting combination. To his knowledge Tonks was still chasing after Remus and knowing Remus he would probably wanted to stop fighting her but his nobility go in the way.

Harry hadn't even unpacked his trunk, preferring to spend his days, from early morning to late at night, thinking where and what the Horcruxes could be, piecing together all that Dumbledore had said and shown him before he was killed by Snape. He'd kill Snape, he'd make him pay…there would be time for that later.

The raven-haired boy had just settled down at his desk when something knocking on his window made him look up. It was an owl, with a letter. He reached up and opened the window; the owl swooped once around his room, dropped the letter in front of Harry and flew straight out the window.

Harry closed the window and picked up the letter, the writing was loopy and oddly reminiscent of Dumbledore's but he'd never seen it before.

'Harry Potter' was all that was written on the envelope, an ordinary muggle envelope by the looks of things and not the parchment he was used to handling.

"What in the world," Harry wondered allowed, "maybe this is a trap."

Curiosity got the better of him and he opened the letter.

'Dear Mr Potter,

I assume I find you well and you have my condolences for your loss but I cannot help but say I am relieved. There is something important you need to know that Dumbledore forbade me to tell you while he was alive, it's about your mother. I hope that you will agree to meet me on the 1st of July at noon at the Leaky Cauldron.

Yours sincerely

Nicholas Flamel.'

Harry stood amazed, the letter was short and could be a trap, wasn't Nicholas Flamel supposed to be dead. Dumbledore had said he had enough Elixir to set his affairs in order and then he would die. But then again, Dumbledore had never said how long those affairs would take, Harry had just forgotten about the man who was said to be something like 600 years old. Still, he could go in disguise.

---1st July---

Harry was under his invisibility cloak when he slipped into the Leaky Cauldron at 11:50, he'd jumped on the Night Bus, the Dursley's were out for the day and they wouldn't have cared anyway.

"Very clever Mr Potter," Harry spun around and had to look down, he blinked.

"Are you Nicholas Flamel?" he raised an eyebrow, "somehow I was expecting someone taller."

Harry towered over the figure by about a head.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT HE HAS TO LOOK UP TO ANTS!" (a/n 2)

Everyone in the pub turned to look at the short, grey haired and bearded man whose hair was braided down his back who appeared to be yelling at nothing. Nicholas coughed and took a hold of Harry's elbow, "Come with me."

"Why should I?" Harry hissed at the old man wrenching his elbow from the man's grasp. "Why should I trust you?"

Nicholas Flamel turned and smiled at Harry holding out a fist and uncurling it. Harry saw a locket in his palm, for a minute he thought it was the locket but it wasn't. The markings were different. On the front of the oval piece of gold was carved a flower, two flowers, a lily and a rose. "Your mother gave this to me when she found out Voldemort was coming after them. She and I, we were close but the Ministry and Dumbledore caused certain complications."

Harry reached out, his hand shaking slightly to take the locket, "I have never seen inside it," Nicholas told him.

The locket popped open in his hand and a tiny fragment of what seemed like ruby fell into his palm. There were pictures on either side of the locket, one looked like the Lily Harry had seen over a year ago in Snape's memory, she was holding a flask containing a red fluid and the other. The other was a picture of his mother, older, like he'd seen her in the Mirror of Erised, and she was holding a baby, an unscarred, innocent baby. She was holding him.

"How do I know this isn't some fabrication, I'm sure you could get hold of pictures like these if you wanted it badly enough."

Nicholas went still, "Well Mr Potter, if you won't take that for proof them you'll have to trust yourself and follow me if you will. I'm not asking you to believe me but as far as my ties to this world are concerned you are my last affair."

Harry looked at the wrinkles, the age was there and there was something in his eyes, a burning that seemed strangely distant from this world.

"Alright, show me the way."

"Do you know how to apparate Mr Potter?" Nicholas asked.

"I don't have my license but I have experienced side along apparition before," Harry replied testily.

"That's alright then, I hate apparating," Nicholas grinned at him, "Follow me," Nicholas made for the door leading onto muggle London and picked up a walking stick out of an umbrella stand on the way.

Harry didn't say anything just jammed his hands into the pockets of his oversized jeans that were barely held up by a belt that went around his skinny waste twice. As much as he loved the thoughtful presents and food he was regularly given by his friends and practically surrogate family he was starting to wonder when someone would get the bright idea to send him some cloths.

They made a strange pair and Harry heard many passers by whisper about 'the disrespect of the young these days'. It took Harry a moment to realise they thought that he and Nicholas were related and why shouldn't they, young boy and old man, grandfather and grandson there was nothing to indicate that they weren't.

Harry walked up to Nicholas, "Need any help grandfather?"

"Try great, great, great, great, great and you're a little closer kid," Nicholas whispered, chuckling slightly.

"Thought you were six hundred and something it's be more like 5 times that number wouldn't it?" Harry grinned sarcastically, in other words smirked.

"Ah, that's what I want you to think," Harry glared at him.

"Look, I'm just trying not to look suspicious, as it stands I'm either your disrespectful yob of a grandson or I look like I'm about to mug you. Personally I'd rather called you grandfather than be ogled at as if they expect me to pull out a gun and shoot you."

"Coming from a celebrity those are quite the words," Nicholas laughed again, they were nearing the train station now.

"It wasn't my choice I don't know how it happened alright," Harry said angrily.

"Oh but I do," Harry stopped, he was about to rant some more.

"But how, no one in the Wizarding World knows how," Harry protested.

"Myself and Albus do…did in his case, such a shame."

"Funny," Harry sneered, "you don't seem to depressed."

"The man that Albus knew has been dead for a while and the man I thought Albus was is not the man he turned out to be."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, he voice lowered and deadly calm.

"Walls have ears child, you still have a lot to learn and this is not the place to learn it," Nicholas then walked off with the aid of his stick to purchase two train tickets and ushered Harry through the barrier and through to platform two where they proceeded to board the waiting 1 o'clock train to some town or another that happened to pass through Otter St Catchpole.

"Hey that's where the," but a hand was thrown over Harry's mouth before he could finish.

"None of that now sonny'jim," Nicholas winked at him.

Harry's eyes scanned the crowd and he thought he saw a man's eyes looked away from them and dodge behind the safety of a newspaper and the brim of a rather large hat. The two sat in silence and when they reached Ottery St Catchpole Harry was relieved to notice that the man he thought had looked at them did not get off.

"Why couldn't I finish?" Harry asked

"Because, humans have ears too and whether you like it or not that scar of yours is clearly visible, even wizarding folk use muggle transport if they can't apparate or to visit muggle relatives and friends. Don't mention names in public Mr Potter because that is what gets people killed," Nicholas warned him gravely heading down a dirt path that lead away from the train stop and away from the village. If Harry strained his eyes he could just see the Burrow on top of the hill.

"Why here?"

"Hm…oh, nostalgia I suppose, the same reason that I took on your mother, she reminded me of someone that I once knew, a long time ago now," Nicholas replied and then he was silent and Harry had a feeling it would be prudent not to say anymore until they reached their destination.

It was a small house, bungalow actually but Harry soon discovered it had a basement so essentially it had two floors making it a house.

"Inside that locket, the picture on the left," Harry opened it and looked at it, "Do you know what that is that your mother is holding?"

"No," Harry replied.

"It's something that we called Red Water, or the closest this world has to it."

"This world sir?" Harry said as he advanced further into the house. The door opened onto a sitting room, beige and brown seemed to be the colour scheme and there was a fireplace on the adjacent wall, the stairs leading down were to his right opposite it. Above the fireplace hung pictures, many pictures.

"This may be difficult for you to understand Mr Potter, but no doubt you are like your mother, you'll understand eventually," Nicholas replied.

Harry walked over to the pictures, "Who are these people sir?"

Nicholas walked up next to him, "This one," he pointed to a picture of two men, one was smiling, the other was grinning, both had ponytails and they were both wearing long coats, "is me and my brother."

Harry looked at the faces in the picture and then at Nicholas, "You've changed."

"I've aged," Nicholas chuckled, "No, the face is different."

"I see, despite the glasses you are as observant as your mother," Nicholas smiled sadly, "You're right Mr Potter, I have changed."

Harry took a step away from him, "Who are you? I want the truth!"

"You'll get it Mr Potter, trust me," Harry watched him distrustfully, "Now, you wanted to know who these people are, or were…"

He pointed at one of a man in a white shirt with short hair, he was smiling and looked a lot like one of the two men in the first picture, "That is Alphonse Heidrich, he was an engineer, he was killed before the Second World War." The next picture was of a girl that Harry assumed was blonde, the picture was in black and white but had faded to gain a brown tinge, "That is Winry Jöhmer (a/n 3), a girl that I met, a girl who wanted to be a mechanic but the war forced her into marriage and submission, blonde hair and blue eyes, you understand."

"Arian blood," Nicholas nodded.

Harry was watching Nicholas closely and saw something under his sleeve, something purple, he launched forwards and pulled the sleeve up. On Nicholas' arm there was purple, red and blue, it wasn't a bruise, it was something else. Harry's eyes widened and he backed away, "What is that?"

"This is the sign of a rotting body, a rejection of the soul inside it, come, sit down Mr Potter, I think it's time I explained some things to you."

"I'd have to agree with you," Harry replied.

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It's 4 word pages long, makes up for the half a page prologue neh:)