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Chapter 3: Meet Fullmetal and The Light Alchemist
"Brother this is so boring," said a fourteen year old teen to his older brother.
Edward and Alphonse had been living in the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix for the past month now. After being sent through the other side of the gate, everything went upside down for both brothers. They weren't very comfortable living among wizards who ignores the rules of equivalent trade. All their life they have devoted them selves to that universal rule; that for one gain, one must sacrifice something of equal value. But ever since the day they were sent through the other world, their views and their principles have been questioned.
When Ed and Al were sent through the gate, they ended up in the Room of Requirement where it all began. When Dumbledore came to his senses, after what he thought was a failed experiment, he noticed that two boys also lay unconscious on the floor five feet away from him. Thinking quickly on what Dumbledore should do, he levitated both boys to the infirmary to be taken care of immediately by Madame Promfey.
The school nurse quickly questioned Dumbledore about the two boys and how they got their. All Dumbledore could do to answer her was a shrug of his shoulders. In truth, he didn't know how the boys got to Hogwarts. All he knew was seeing a giant gate and speaking of his desire for the gate to grant. After that everything went black. However, Dumbledore knows that to open the gate, one must sacrifice a philosopher's stone to open the gate, and that is something he is not willing to do again. Forging the stone was hard labor enough. He'll just have to find another way to send the two boys back the other side.
As Dumbledore thought of this, Edward started to wake up. As soon as he opened his first words were, "Alphonse!"
Dumbledore snapped out of his contemplation to give regard to the young teenager.
"Its okay," said Dumbledore looking at Ed over his half moon spectacles, "your brother is fine. His laying on the bed next to yours."
Ed looked at Dumbledore, confusion overflowing from his young face. Ed looked right next to him to see if the old man was telling the truth. Ed saw his brother, sleeping. He didn't have the armor body shell of a body anymore, but instead flesh and blood incased his brother's soul. Ed looked at his hand and leg. His eyes wide eyed. Unable to understand what is going on.
I sacrificed myself for my brother, but how can this be? I should have lost something of equal value for my brother's body. Is it possible that the philosopher's stone inside Al's body actually bypassed the gate.
Ed thought about this revelations in silence. Meanwhile Dumbledore cleared his throat to get Edward's attention.
"My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the headmaster of this school. Please tell me, what is your name."
Ed looked at Dumbledore still confused but promptly answered, "I'm Edward Elric, theFeullmetal Alchemist,and that over there is my younger brother Alphonse," Ed thought for a moment before adding, "theLight Alchemist.Please tell me where am I and how I... I mean we got here?"
Dumbledore looked at Ed's golden eyes and considered Ed's question for a moment. After much thought,the old manexplained to Ed how it all began.
A month have past since that day and Dumbledore's explanation. Both boys were given accommodations in Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. Upon first entering the gloomy house, both brothers were shock to find out that the paintings moved. That there are severed heads of creatures hanging from the walls. Alchemy could not explain the strangeness of the house; but still, Edward and Alphonse came to accept the old man's story, explanation about the house, and a plea for help. As a result both boys agreed to help the wizarding world to rid of the unknown menace that plague both muggle and wizarding world, but at the same time both boys are searching for a way to get back home. After Dumbledore explained to them how he used a philosopher stone to open the gate, Ed and Al began to yell at the headmaster. Telling him that he is a monster for sacrificing peoples lives to gain his desire. But Dumbledore looked at them with sincere eyes and told them that that was not the way he created to stone, but instead had to use his own magic to create one. He explained to them that in the wizarding world, in order to create the stone, one must be prepared to exhaust the magic supply from within themselves and hope not die from using up all their energy. Both brothers looked at Dumbledore is disbelief knowing that to get back home, one of them must be prepared to die for the stones sake. But Dumbledore looked at Ed and Al and assured them that he will help them find another way to create the stone without the risk of death. Ed and Al considered the old man's proposal and agreed.
Now Ed and Al sat in corner listening to a greasy haired, hooked nosed man, drone on and on about some wizards known as Death Eaters.
"Brother," said Al, "did you hear me. I said this is boring."
"I know," Ed let a heavy sigh escape from his mouth, "but we have to be here and get the briefing. I know its boring but lets just keep a poker face and pretend that we're actually interested. But I don't get it though, Dumbledore just wanted us to keep a very close eye on this Harry, help him out in times of trouble, so why do we have to sit in here?"
Both boys heaved a heavy sigh as other members of the order stepped in the kitchen with Mrs. Weasley looking rather cold and tired.
"Edward, Alphonse," said Dumbledore from the head table, "why don't you go and take a rest. I know it has been a long day for the both of you. Dinner will be served after the meeting."
Both brothers did not hesitate to get up and leave the meeting, but not before saying thank you and good night to every one in the kitchen. As both brothers silently walked in the dark hallway they suddenly heard a loud and angry scream of tirade coming from the second floor bedroom. Ed and Al looked at each other and nodded in agreement to check what's with all the commotion.
