Beginning Notes: Tah-Dum! Its the FMA intro chaper AND when the fandoms actually start to "cross over". Will next chapter have Artemis Fowl? Probably not. We may add it in if enough people request it, but this'll probably just be an InuFMAHP crossover.
And I have read/seen as far as basically anyone can on all three fandoms. So, yes, I know how both animes end, and I know what's going on in the manga. FMA is going to be more slightly more manga based, because I like the manga plotline better. However, I will try not to include too many spoilers in here. It takes place several months later than FMA, (Al's 15, Ed's 16), but won't include many events after Greed comes around. The Inuyasha timeline is right after the Band of Seven. The Harry Potter part will disregard the sixth book almost entirely. So hopefully that'll give you a good idea of the events that have and have not taken place.
The Philosopher's Stone
Written by - Stripe and Shiechan
Chapter 2 - Alchemy Arrival
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"So Dumbledore wants us to try and find out about the Philosopher's Stone? In Hogwarts?" Ron seemed somewhat dumbfounded by the thought, giving his friend a look that clearly stated so. The trio were heading down towards Hagrid's hut again. Often times when the adults were hiding something, Hagrid would let the secret slip. They weren't sure if Dumbledore was hiding information from them this time, and even if he wasn't, they figured it would be nice to see the teacher again.
"Well, it makes sense, doesn't it? I mean, we have a library filled with infromation, there might have been a passage someone has missed or something. And it might be something really important." Hermione replied, her trust in books strong as always. Harry and Ron found it wise to not argue with her at the moment, and instead save their breath on arguements they were more likely to win. As they reached the door of the hut, it swung open, nearly taking out the three students. Standing there was the towering figure of Hagrid.
"Oh! Harry, Hermione, Ron, perfect timing." He boomed. "Come in, Come in." The three gave each other a look and crowded into Hagrid's home. The house was more or less the same as usual, apart from one thing. A big bundle of fur, which much have been one of Hagrid's coats, was sitting in the corner of the room. Upon furthur inspection, there was somebody in the big bundle of fur. Harry could make out long blond hair and part of the face, which seemed rather young, but not much else.
"Um..." with a worried look, he turned to Hagrid, who was quick to explain.
"I just found him lying out around the edge of the forest a few minutes ago, strangest thing. He was unconcious so I brought him in here before something else found him. Don't know where he came from or how he got here. Awfully thin though. I was about to bring him to the Hospital Wing actually..." The trio gave each other a look. Wasn't Hagrid at all suspicious? The boy may not look very threatening at the moment, but looks could be decieving. A seemingly harmless old rat could be the cause of one thousand deaths, they knew that much first-hand. Still, Hogwarts was protected by Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of his time. Wouldn't he know if the boy was a threat or not? It couldn't hurt.
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"The poison seems to have dispersed. It should be safe to go through now," Miroku anounced to the restless group, to find Kagome was already standing. Sango stood up as well, adjusting the boomerang on her back, and Inuyasha jumped down from the tree he had temprarily taken residence in.
"Is it possible for all of us to get through the well, though?" Sango asked with a small frown. It was a good question. It was proven that Kagome and Inuyasha could get through the well, but if the rest of them couldn't, the duo would easily be outnumbered. Kagome held out the single jewel shard the group had managed to keep a hold of.
"I guess we'll just need to find out firsthand," She said, now standing at the edge of the well. "This is no time to be worrying about failure." Inuyasha, Sango, Miroku, and Shippou joined her at the edge, and, all at once, jumped in. A flash of blue light towards the bottom of the well signified the jewel shard had done its job.
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However graceful their entrance was, the exit was anything but. Shippou was perfectly fine, he landed on top of Kagome. Who had landed on top of Miroku. Who had landed on top of Sango. Who had landed on top of Inuyasha. Needless to say, the hanyou at the bottom was anything but happy. Kagome was quick to get off of the pile of people, and was also smart enough to quickly begin climbing the ladder that led to the top of the well. Needless to say, Miroku was soon left with a red hand mark on his face. After much scrambling about, the other three members of the group had climbed out of the top of the well, only to find Kagome had gone quite a bit ahead of them. Instead of trying to shoot down Naraku with a purifying arrow, however, she was talking to a woman.
"Don't worry, everyone in the house is safe and sound," The woman said to a very grateful Kagome. "That Naru guy seemed more intent on other things, that worries me more... You say you know something about him?" Kagome nodded, listening to every word the woman was saying. The young fox sitting on her shoulder, however, was more concerned with other matters. Matters such as the woman's shockingly pink hair, which was slowly fading to a purple color.
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The first thing that Edward was aware of was the fact that he was in a bed, when he was supposed to be in an abandoned military warehouse. That meant that he had been knocked unconscious, and someone had been kind enough to move him. However, that only raised more questions, such as who had moved him, where was he now, and what had happened.
Most importantly, however, was the location of his younger brother.
The two brothers had succeeded in their quest for the Philosopher's Stone, some idiot had transmuted a rather large town into one. It wasn't a very large or powerful stone, such as something one might achieve from the destruction of a country, but it was enough to get Al's body back. Or so he had believed.
Edward cracked open an eye and could immediately tell he was not in a hospital. There wasn't the glaring white light from above that made you think you were dead, only a gentle ray of sun coming in from a partially obsured window. That meant he was at somebody's house. Opening both eyes, the alchemist looked around the room for clues.
Unfortunately, he found very few. It seemed to be a normal bedroom, which probably belonged to somebody with not a lot of money. It was small and undecorative, much unlike the house of someone with plenty of cash to spare. Carefuly, he flexed his automail fingers, as if to make sure they were still working. Thankfully, everything seemed in order. Edward was about to get out of the bed and look around more closely before he heard irritable voices approaching the door.
"I'm teling you, Molly, he shouldn't be trusted. He could be working for You-Know-Who, and you kindly bring him into our house without question."
"For heaven's sake, he was unconscious!" Something told Edward to pretend as if he were still unconscious, and he immediately flopped back on the bed, just as the door creaked open. "See, he's still asleep,"
"Yes, but don't you find it at all suspicous that-"
"He's just a child! Probably younger than Ginny is! Last time I checked, she wasn't under suspision." At this point, Edward could tell that they were standing right next to his bed.
"Maybe that's what they want us to think. He has metalic limbs! I've worked with muggle mechanics for a good portion of my life, and I happen to know that they are far from concocting something like what he has. Plus, how did he lose the limbs in the first place? I will admit he's small, but..."
At this point, the alchemist couldn't keep quiet anymore. He opened both eyes, seeming to startle the two who had been talking, a middle-aged couple. "I'm not small" He growled out under his breath, sitting up again. "Now," Edward stared at the couple with pericing golden eyes, determined to figure out just what was going on. "Where am I?"
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Alphonse felt a numbing pain in his stomach as he came to. As if he hadn't eaten in years.
Then it hit him that he hadn't eaten in years. He hadn't fallen asleep in years, either.
And now he recognized the tingling sensation throughout his body was one of the three senses he had lost all those years ago.
Touch.
His eyes snapped open and he winced at the light. He had a body now. He wasn't just an empty suit of armor. That meant the transmustation had worked! He sat up in the bed he was lying in, vaugely noticing how long his hair had gotten. Well, it made sense. No one had been there to cut it for almost six years. Eyes wide, he stared at his hands. Instead of seeing the bulky glove-like hands of the suit of armor, he saw his own flesh-and-blood hands. He was happy to see that much, but his hand seemed to lack much muscle, and instead looked more like skin stretched out over bone. He frowned slightly at this, but knew he should be expecting it. Instead of focusing on how bad of a condition his body was in, he decided to turn his attention to where he was.
The room he was sitting in seemed to be made of stone, like a castle, as opposed to wood or brick like a house. What was worse, his brother was nowhere in sight. There were a couple more beds much like the one he was sitting in, though none of them seemed to have anybody in them. It looked kind of like a hospital of some sort, but, despite the number of times he had been to a hospital, he'd never seen anything like it.
"Oh, you're finally awake then." Alphonse jumped noticabley at the voice, which belonged to an older woman, who had seemingly just walked into the room. "Good. Now do you care to explain to me why you're in such horrible condition?" The boy opened his mouth to try and explain, but only a small little squeak came out. The woman only waited a moment before deciding it wasn't too important. "Nevermind. Drink this before you starve to death," And at this she handed him a drink of some sort. Though he was a bit hesitant at first, Alphonse determined that it would probably be best to do as she said. Wordlessly, he reached out and took the drink, and gulped it down. It wasn't the greatest tasting thing in the world, it tasted like cough medicine, but to Alphonse it was the best thing in the world. He had almost forgotten what flavor and smell were like, so even something he'd normally hate would taste great. Also, whatever he had drank seemed to eliminate the knawing feeling in his stomach. "Now you stay there and try to learn to speak before Professer Dumbledore gets here. I'm sure he'll have a few questions to ask you."
Alphonse opened his mouth to ask who "Professer Dumbledore" was - the way she said the name sounded somewhat threatening - but once again found he was having trouble speaking. Apparently his voice was a little rusty from lack of use. He also had a feeling that using lips to pronounce words would be another thing he'd need to practice. At this point, the woman disapeared into a different room, leaving Al by himself again. Having nothing better to do, the young alchemist decided to try and reteach himself how to talk. He could only be glad that no one else was in the room at the time, they would have thought he'd gone insane.
He had only gotten his speech to be audible and only slightly understandable, however, by the time the door opened to reveal four new people. The first, Alphonse assumed, was 'Professer Dumbledore", based off of the fact he was the only one who looked to be an adult. He was an elderly man, though he did not give off a sense of feebleness, as might be expected. The other three seemed to be around his age, possibly older -two boys and one girl. The group immediately headed over to his bedside, though, thankfully, it didn't seem that they would try to scare answers out of him. The elder was the first to speak.
"Who are you?" That was a simple enough question. Thankfully, Alphonse had been anticipating this question, and had made sure he could pronounce his name. Hopefully he wouldn't be recognized as one of the famous Elric Brothers.
"Alphonse Elric" He responded simply, though he'd almost slurred his last name to Elrc. There didn't seem to be any reaction at his name, thank goodness. That meant he probably wouldn't be dicsriminated against for having a relative in the military.
"Do you have any connections to Voldemort?" Alphonse noticed one of the boys, a red-head, cringe slightly at the name.
"Voldemort?" The blonde frowned slightly. The named had come out more like Volemert, but regardless, he seemed to have gotten the point across. The three standing behind Dumbledore looked at each other with strange expressions.
"Do you know anything about the Philosopher's Stone?" The alchemist didn't answer this question, and instead let his mouth hang halfway open. Of course, he knew a lot about the stone having studied the thing for nearly five years. But there was no way he would reveal that much to complete strangers. The girl, seeing his expression, decided to speak up at this point.
"Maybe you'd be more inclined to tell us if we explained first..."
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Edward was now downstairs in the Weasley Living Room, relaxing on the couch. Or, at least, relaxing as best he could. It worried him that there had been no sign of anybody else nearby when Mrs. Weasley had found him unconscious. That meant that the transmutation might have failed and Al was...
No, best not to think about that now. For now maybe he should try to figure out how there was a feather duster that was dusting the nearby bookshelf by itself. Maybe it was mechanical somehow, or held up by string. No. That still didn't seem to make sense, he'd be able to see the strings, and there'd have to be someone controlling it. If Edward didn't know better, he'd say it was magic.
Good thing he knew better.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had asked him about a few things, something about "You-Know-Who", though Ed really didn't know who, and about the Philosopher's Stone. Ed had withheld a bit of information at this point. He had merely said he knew of the stone and had done a little bit of research on it, but nothing more. They had said something about "waiting for Tonks to come back", and then left Edward to sit in their living room. He glared at the duster, which was getting dangerously close to where he was sitting. He was not going to be forced out of his seat by a possessed household object. The alchemist almost fell out of his seat anyways when he heard a sort of crack, and found that the living room wasn't so empty anymore.
Standing there now were five people. Or, he thought they were people. They were dressed oddly and looked nothing like anyone he had seen before. The one that stook out the most had silver hair and... were those cat ears!
-End Chapter 2-
Ending Notes:
Waaaah... I hope I did OK with this. There were a couple of iffy parts for me... Especially Al's scene. It is rather hard to picture oneself in a position such as Al's. So sorry if that was a bit strange.
As an added note, this is my longest chapter ever. -dances- If you have any critique, I will gladly take it. And if anyone would care to check for grammar, that'd be nice too. I'll take any help I can get. Also remember that reviews make me write faster.
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Tonks wore a somewhat pensive look for a moment, crossing her arms. "Seems we have a language barrier to break..."
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