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: 5 chapters written, 5 chapters posted
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"Show me," Harry said looking at Nicholas fiercely.
Nicholas sighed heavily, "Come with me," he said leading Harry away, he lead him down a hidden staircase to a basement lit by a torch that flared to life as they walked down the stairs. Nicholas beckoned Harry over to a cupboard built into the wall, he took a key from his pocket and opened the door.
Harry looked up at the body, it was breathing and it's eyes were open but blank, "Is it alive?" Harry asked trying to think whom this golem reminded him of.
"Yes, it requires no food and does not age, the presence of a soul would restore it's life," Nicholas explained, forlorn in his voice.
"Wait, this face, it's in the pictures, this is the body of…your brother," Harry let out a breath he had been holding as Nicholas relocked the cupboard.
"That is correct Harry," Nicholas replied as he began his accent back up the stairs.
"Mr Flamel."
"Yes Harry?"
"There's something you said, you said you know how it happened, how I got my scar, what is it I'm not meant to know?" Harry asked softly.
"Harry, it's not that you weren't meant to know, it's that Albus thought it would be better if you didn't. You see, you have the rashness of your father, the will of your mother and the shear magical power of two very powerful individuals rolled into one. If I tell you why you got that scar then it will prompt you to attempt something that has never before been possible."
"And what is that?" Harry asked.
"Bringing back someone killed by the Arvada Kedavra curse," Nicholas replied.
"Is it possible?" Harry asked, his eyes widened, he didn't dare smile lest it wake him from this dreamlike wonder.
"Only for you and only for those who were killed by Voldemort's wand but understand Harry, it has never been attempted before, not even your mother and I affirmed the possibilities of re-attaching a soul to a manufactured body," Nicholas said as he lead Harry back to where they were sitting before.
"That doesn't explain my scar."
"Your scar is the remains of an alchemic array designed to attach a human soul to another body or object. I used one myself to attach my brother's soul to a suit of armour. Lab 5 also practiced it, killing prisoners from the prison next door and attaching them to armour."
Harry looked horrified, "You mean, they killed people to see if it would work?"
"You must understand Harry that to those who worked in Lab 5 worked for the military, for them this was keeping the public safe, they were just convicts in their eyes. They were no longer people."
Nicholas then reached over to a pad and a pen, he drew first drew a circle, then drew an equilateral triangle, the points of which all touched the edge of the circle. He ten drew three sevens, each on crossing the circumference of the circle between the points of the triangle but not touching the triangle. Finally, he drew a lightning bolt within the triangle (a/n 1).
"This is the array that your mother placed on your forehead," Harry inspected it as Nicholas continued on, "it's designed to affix a soul to a body, whether it be alive or inanimate. What your mother did was imprison your soul in your body, she used her blood to draw the array I should imagine. Although I doubt your blood is identical to hers you are her son and so biologically carry half of her chromosomes within every cell of your body."
"But wait, that doesn't explain why the killing curse didn't kill me," Harry protested, his fingers absently tracing the drawing.
"And there is the misunderstanding. Albus told me of the events you had told him about on the night of the Dark Lord's return. You had said that your wands were locked and out came what you thought were images, memories of those who Voldemort's wand had killed yes?" Harry nodded, "Harry, have you never wondered why they died instantly, why it left no mark? Crucio damages the nervous system, Imperio breaks down the connections in the mind, every spell, curse, jinx, you name it, leaves a mark."
"What are you trying to say?"
"Those weren't images you saw Harry, they were souls," Harry's eyes widened.
"The Arvada Kedavra is a soul sucking curse. Your will is governed by your soul, by removing it, the body is left with no commands, no will to life of and so it shuts down. When Voldemort tried to take away your soul, the array your mother had left on you bound your soul to your body, activated by the force of the curse. It is likely that your scar formed because that is where the curse hit you, that small part was embedded in you, held there by your mother's love. When Albus wiped her memory, he took away her discovery not her knowledge of alchemic principles. And so you see, you were the only one to ever survive."
"But what happened to Voldemort?" Harry asked.
"Unable to take your soul the curse rebounded off the array and presumably back towards him but a wand will not hold the soul of it's master so his soul was merely detached. The many rituals that the Dark Lord had put himself through had disfigured him and bound his body to his blackened, cracked soul. With no soul the body disintegrated, it could not maintain itself."
"So your saying that the souls of my mother and father are in that wand," Nicholas nodded, "and you have the notes that show how to make this potion that can form identical bodies when mixed with the remains of a person," again Nicholas nodded, "and these arrays, can bind a soul to a body?"
"Now Harry," Nicholas said suddenly, "I know what you're thinking, you want to try and bring back your parents."
"Why shouldn't I?" Harry demanded, jumping to his feet. "They could be alive, I could bring them back, I could have a family and Cedric, I could bring him back too, I…I'm missing something aren't I?" Nicholas nodded forlornly.
"The souls of your parents are imprisoned within that wand, not even snapping it will release them, I don't know how to separate the souls from the wand and even then, there is no guarantee that the bodies like the one downstairs will accept a soul. The conclusion you have come to is purely theoretical and for the most part a game of chance. Please Harry, don't try it, don't sets your sights so high, it'll crush you if you fail and your parents wouldn't want that."
Harry looked pained, he could see the sense in what Nicholas had told him, "Why did you tell me?" Harry asked wearily, collapsing back into his seat and sighing heavily, "Why did you tell me?"
"Would you prefer I had left you in the dark?" Nicholas asked.
"I thought you were dead, I would have remained ignorant," Harry said, his face turning dark.
"But you'd have still wondered how you got that scar, you'd have wondered what those images really were. And I suppose in a way I was being selfish," Nicholas trailed off.
"How so?"
"Your mother was a brilliant woman, she didn't deserve to die, not so young and Albus deliberately withholding information from you because you were young. Young people have an immense capacity to take on the weight of adults and this generation is already performing wonders their parents would not have even dreamed of. I guess what I wanted was to see her again, see her smile and I thought you could do it. I've put you in danger with this knowledge Harry and for that I apologise."
"No don't," Nicholas looked up, "don't apologise. I will do it, I will bring my parents back and Cedric and I will release those other souls trapped within that accursed wand. I'm the only chance they have." Harry stood up, determination in his eyes, "Thank you Mr Flamel."
Harry strode for the front door and opened it, he took one step out and bumped into someone. Someone shorter than him, someone blonde, someone… "Luna?"
Harry looked at her stunned for a second before helping her to her feet.
"Ah, Miss Lovegood, how nice to see you," Nicholas said coming up behind Harry. "What brings you here today?"
"I came to tell you what happened to Harry's godfather," Harry's eyes widened.
"So you knew he was here," Nicholas smiled, "come in Luna, com in."
"You shouldn't leave yet," Luna said softly as she stepped over the threshold.
"I don't understand, what does my godfather have to with this and how did you know I was here?" he asked anyone that would answer.
"The wrackspurts told me," was Luna's answer.
Nicholas led them through to the kitchen and sat them down with glasses of lemonade. It was bitter so Harry refrained from drinking it.
"Now what is it you wanted to tell me Luna?" Nicholas asked, smiling kindly as he sat down with them.
"The veil is in the department of mysteries at the Ministry of Magic, Harry's godfather fell through, I heard the voices behind there, he got through," Luna explained, Harry looked at her in confusion.
Nicholas' eyes widened, "So, I take it that your godfather was an Animagus," Nicholas said to Harry.
"Yes but what," Harry's emerald eyes flickered between the two. Once again he was in the dark, could he bring his godfather back to, was there no end to the miracles that Nicholas could tell him about.
"That veil Harry is an entrance that my brother and I found that lead to our world, one of the prototypes left from the German's attempt to enter Shambala. Only it never worked. When Al and I found it we realised why, the alchemic symbols were incorrect. We could here the voices behind it but we didn't want to chance going through. Our research was discovered while we were gone away for a while and the Ministry confiscated it. They experimented with it, sent someone through but they never returned. The veil was then used as a silent execution device."
"It's a gateway," Luna said.
Harry blinked.
"When I came through to this world for the second time I was followed by a homunculi named Envy whose original form had been the son of my father and Dante. He wanted to kill my father and followed me through to your world to find him. I made it to this world with my body; I was the sacrifice that had been sent into the gate. Envy on the other hand had given no sacrifice so the gate tried to take one from him like it took my arm and leg. Envy transformed into a dragon form and because our form of alchemy does not exist in this world he was unable to change back. I should imagine that your godfather will have done something similar but he will be unable to change back in that world because Animagi are founded around a central magical core," Nicholas explained.
"So Sirius is alive?"
"Most likely," Nicholas nodded.
"Could I?"
"I doubt it Harry, even if you did get to that side there is no guarantee that you would return back to this world unscathed through that entrance."
"What would you rather have, this world and the chance to revive your parents, or your godfather in a dog form you could never communicate with?" Luna asked him. Harry looked at her in despair.
"I don't know," Harry replied sadly.
A clock chimed somewhere in the house and Nicholas looked up to a clock on the wall, it read seven, "It's getting late, you should be getting home Harry."
Harry sighed, "I guess, hey, I couldn't you know, keep that locket you showed me could I?" Harry asked.
"Of course my boy," Nicholas said, standing also.
"I must go, father will be missing me," Luna gracefully excused herself.
"Nicholas."
"Hm?"
"You said that my mother reminded you of someone, who was it?" Harry asked.
"You remember I told you of Rose form Lior? That is who your mother reminded me of, she cared, she had faith and she looked so much like her. Harry, I won't be alive for much longer," Nicholas said slowly as he lead Harry into a study and opened a drawer, "There is something I think you should hold onto."
Nicholas took out a brown box, held shut by string and gave it to Harry, "What is this?" he asked.
"That is the research your mother spent years compiling, use it wisely."
Harry followed Nicholas down the stairs and Nicholas made sure he got on the night bus and with that he was gone. Harry looked down at the box as he was taken back to privet drive on the triple-decker, purple bus. He swallowed hard, this was the chance of a lifetime, he knew what he had to do. He had to find Severus Snape. Hermione was talented yes but Snape had done this before, he'd done it successfully. He would find him, he just had to.
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