Hello, hello, beautiful people! I am back for the third chapter of GBW! 2020 and 2021 had not been a great year for writing for me - incredibly busy with college and stuff. Much thanks for the wonderful and awesome reviews - as always! An OC of mine, by the name of Autumn Winger, neé van Büren, will be making an appearance to this story starting with this chapter onwards. If you're all interested about knowing more about her, please read When Worlds Align, a PREQUEL for this story (Gate Between Worlds).

A special shoutout to Realmwalkerdragon for beta-reading the first half of this chapter!

Without further ado, I hope that you like this chapter. Enjoy!

Author's Disclaimer: The familiar characters belong to their rightful owners, Hiromu Arakawa and J.K. Rowling.

Chapter III

Sopor

It felt like being back at the Academy, was Riza's first thought when she was left alone in the kitchen with the bearded man – Dumbledore, what an odd name – the paranoid man Mad-Eye, and another man clad in black clothes with greasy hair whose name she hasn't gotten the chance to hear yet. They were having a hushed conversation at the far end of the room, presumably about her when she saw that weird eye of Mad-Eye's glanced at her for more than she could count; she could understand from the get-go the reason they call him that way. They may be eccentric people, but she felt, rather than know, that these three men are a force to be reckoned with, brimming with power and authority.

Somehow, the three men before her made her remember her instructors at the Academy, when she was a mere cadet. Sans the long beard and mismatched clothes.

Upon Dumbledore's request to speak to her privately, the others had left, though some of the reluctant ones were dragged out of the room, among them were the Colonel and the Elric brothers – all three protesting at the mere idea of leaving her alone – and the girl that had spoken up earlier – Hermione, was it? – looked at her with sympathy dwelling in her brown eyes before she, too, was ushered out of the room. Panic swelled within her the moment her companions were out of her sight; it was brief, but it was strong enough for her body to be temporarily paralyzed in fear – it was as if she was trapped in Pride's grasp all over again. But she reminded herself that the Promised Day was over, Pride was truly erased from existence, and that they're somehow lucky to be alive somewhere far from home.

The kitchen door flew open and Riza broke away from her thoughts just in time to see Mad-Eye limping away from the room, and the unknown man approaching her with Dumbledore in tow, his black robes billowing behind him. Like an overgrown bat, she thought when he towered over her, studying her face over his hooked nose.

"Lieutenant Hawkeye, let me introduce you to a colleague of mine," the bearded man said, a hand on the other man's shoulder. "This is Severus Snape, a Potions Master. Severus, this is Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, one of our guests from… earlier. Severus here will be with us throughout the duration of our talk."

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," she replied politely, the corners of her lips lifting up slightly even though she didn't know what to make of the man's occupation. Potions? What is that?

Snape jerked his head to the side. "Likewise," he said softly before he reached for something inside his robe and took out a small, crystalized vial, holding it up for her to see. "Before we start, do you know what this is?"

She shook her head – which earned an elegant, raised brow and a sideways glance at the bearded man from Snape – before he launched into a short explanation. "It is called Veritaserum – a powerful Truth Potion that can make the drinker spill his innermost secrets with just three drops."

"We'd like your permission, of course," Dumbledore cut in, smiling kindly but there was something in his eyes that made Riza think that he was asking purely just for the sake of it and whatever her answer, he would make sure she would take that drink. "We'll also ask permission to see the inside of your head. That is, if you don't mind?"

Riza shot him an incredulous look. "You mean to 'read' my mind, or to… cut my head open?"

Snape sniffed and regarded her with disgust, no doubt disturbed by her question. Dumbledore, on the other hand, looked at her with amusement as if she was an innocent child. "Well, it will be 'mind-reading', to put it simply."

She wrinkled her nose. "And if I refuse?" The words slipped out of her mouth before she could think more of it, and she lifted a hand to her mouth in surprise.

"I'm afraid that choice is off the table." Severus spoke up. "We asked out of common courtesy, but I am sure there are plenty of other methods to… ah, persuade you. It will be your call, Miss Hawkeye."

"Severus." There was a hint of warning from the old wizard's voice, but he did not deny what the dark man said, the twinkle in his eyes fading away.

"However," Snape continued, shooting Dumbledore a piercing glare before his staring evenly at her. A pair of calculating and cold obsidian eyes met hers, and Riza found herself comparing this man's eyes to another familiar pair. "Before you decide, you must know this: we are not your enemy. You have my word for it."

Not an enemy. Have my word. His last words rang loudly in her ears, and Riza felt her throat going dry, but she mustered a short nod of affirmation. She planned to take those innermost secrets – the damned flame alchemy on her back – to her grave, not to be revealed unwillingly by some weird drink or for them to 'read' her mind – whatever that is. Dumbledore raised his hand and a chair moved on its own, halting inches before the bearded man. He gestured for her to take a seat, and when she moved, her knees buckled slightly but she continued to cross the little space left between her and the chair, her chin up as she tried to pretend nothing happened and hoping against all hope that they wouldn't notice. Unfortunately for her, it did not go past Dumbledore's sharp eyes.

He patted her hand gently, and it took almost everything for her not to flinch or take her hand away. "My dear, there is no need for you to be nervous. We will only be asking you things that are necessary, and rest assured, it will not border anywhere near personal. It's a standard procedure for everyone who has ever been here. We can do the 'mind-reading' at a later date. For now, we'll just talk.

"Lower the dose to two drops," Dumbledore turned to Snape, who gave a sharp nod. He turned back to Riza, blue eyes twinkling now. "Now, Lieutenant, just relax and don't fight against the potion. It's tasteless and have no side effects, though you'll have no control over your tongue when you're being questioned. What's that Muggle term? Ah, a loose tongue, if ever you're familiar with it, Lieutenant."

"A… Muggle?"

"A non-magical folk." A third voice spoke up and they saw Mad-Eye limping towards them, with a menacing grin. Riza, who was facing the kitchen door all this time, never saw nor did she hear him enter. "Someone who cannot do magic. But there is really no need to play pretend, Miss Hawkeye, my eye can see right through you - for what you truly are."

Dumbledore frowned and he said with a weary sigh, "Alastor, I see that you're back. Please avoid starting any fights with our guests."

Her eyes widened a fraction at the comment. If she did not know any better, she would say he was provoking her. He was testing her, sure, but she couldn't help but feel a flare of annoyance blossoming in her chest; his tone was one of accusation and it was as if he was implying she was one of them. It was obvious he was getting a rise out of her, and she was tired – oh so very tired – and not in the right mood to deal with this. The moment they arrived in this place and not even an hour of staying here, she was treated as an anomaly by these people, something different for something that is not known to her. Their fascination mixed with hostility towards her were not the same when they regarded her other companions. Hell, she was called a witch and had a wooden stick pointed at her face like she was a criminal.

She was tired to the bone, she could use a rest before this interrogation, and she had every right to snap in front of that cranky paranoid man's face, but no, she would not – could not. Her actions would reflect on their questionable origins, and she would be at fault too, if word got out that they were a bunch of uncivilized and very mad people.

Instead, Riza stared at Mad-Eye coolly, a mask of her casual indifference firmly in place, earning a smirk from Snape – who was watching the whole spectacle with eyes glittering with dark amusement. The grin on Mad-Eye's lips vanished and was replaced by an angry frown, disappointed that she had not taken his bait.

Swallowing down the triumphant feeling of winning a small fight, she turned to the dark man, cocking her head slightly to the side. "Shall we get started?"

The smirk on his face was gone but Snape seemed to regard her in a new light, maybe with a little more respect. "Certainly."

He placed a tiny vial – smaller from the one he showed her earlier – on her palm, and Riza's hand automatically closed around it, knowing her secrets would flow out with just this little drink. The thought of stomping the vial with her boots crossed her mind for a moment but she knew it was a futile attempt as Snape probably had more under his robes. With a light shake of her head, Riza pulled off the cork and snuck a glance at the three men, two of them watching her every move and the other was sulking. She raised her hand slightly and gave them a wry smile.

"Cheers."

And she tossed it back as if it was a shot of whiskey.

"What's taking them so long?"

Roy's gloved thumb paused in tracing the Amestris military's insignia on his pocket watch as he lifted his head when he heard Ed's grumble for the umpteenth time since they were dragged into this room – the lounge, they called it. The blonde alchemist was pacing in front of the fireplace, pausing every now and then to stare at the fire or to mutter something under his breath. His brother was quiet, his golden eyes flicking back and forth between the clock above Roy's head and the door, where two of their guards stood.

Ah, the guards, Roy's lips curled. I forgot they were here.

The Flame Alchemist resumed playing with his pocket watch – a nervous tick of his – as he observed the guards. One of them was the pink-haired woman from earlier, the one who pointed her stick at Ed's face like a gun, and the other one was a shabby-looking man he saw among the gathered crowd in the kitchen. They were leaning on either sides of the door, talking in hushed whispers – well, Roy couldn't really call it 'talking' when the woman was doing all the work and the man would only nod and hum, his eyes trained on them like a watchful dog.

From what he could gather, the woman was their only real threat as she moved like a real and agile fighter, though the man looked like he could hold himself in a fight, too. It's always the quiet ones, he mused. The dark-haired man debated about setting a fire in the room, strong enough to distract the two guards, and grab the Elrics and drag them out of the room. And then, what next? They could go get Riza but on the way to the kitchen, they could also run into the dark-skinned man – who had some resemblance to the Ishvalan elder without the white hair and red eyes, now that he realized – or in the worst imaginable case, the man called Mad-Eye. They would be caught, and the security would increase and it's back to square one, dammit.

Ah, how… frustrating.

Ed released an annoyed sigh. "The Lieutenant should be back by now," he said, putting his hands gruffly in the pockets of his pants as he glanced at the clock. "It's been an hour, and she's not yet back."

"I'm sure she's fine," Al said softly, speaking up for the first time in a while. "Don't you think so too, Colonel?"

Roy stopped fiddling with his pocket watch upon being addressed. He looked between the two brothers: Al was looking at him expectantly and Ed had his back to him, but he knew the older blonde was also waiting for an answer. He forced his lips into a tight smile. Honestly, he was clueless as they were, and he couldn't find it in him to be honest with them right now. "She'll be fine, Fullmetal. You know how Hawkeye is."

Oh, Colonel, a mental voice that sounded like Riza chided him, Now look who's treating them like children.

Someone made a sound – a mix between a laugh and a cough – and all heads turned to the source of the sound. Roy mentally cursed himself, remembering – again – too late that they weren't alone in the room and eavesdropping on their conversation was too easy. The man had his hands up in the air as though he had been caught, but his face showed no guilt or embarrassment in admitting to listening in on them. Even the man's companion looked at him incredulously.

"Your wife is fine. And no, they're not torturing her," the man said when Ed opened his mouth to speak. At the mention of the word 'wife', Roy sputtered unintelligibly before managing a weak, "She's not my wife." The man ignored him as he continued to address the blond alchemist and his brother.

"And you two young punks." Ed visibly flinched at being addressed like a child. "I don't know how you do it in the Muggle world these days, calling your parents by their military ranks, but that's your issue. Just know you can drop the formality during your stay here, yeah?"

The older blonde was silent, and Al shot Roy a pleading look. The Flame Alchemist knew that the boy was a ticking time bomb now and he quickly scrambled to his feet, grace be damned. "They are, uh, not my children," he said lamely, feeling the tips of his ears getting warmer. "And… er, I have no wife."

The man stopped in his tracks and looked at him – really looked at him. His eyes scanned him from head to toe before his face broke into a shit-eating grin, "Could've fooled me. He looks exactly like you! Well, minus the blondness."

The blonde alchemist flushed at being addressed like a child, and Roy feared for an onslaught of one of his loud outbursts. But it did not come. Ed took a few deep breaths, the red in his face disappearing with every breath he took, though he glared at the man, his anger not quite dissipating yet.

The Flame Alchemist cleared his throat, willing away the hot sensation on his back and cheeks. "Do you know what time they'll be finished, Mister...?"

"Sirius. Sirius Black," the man said enthusiastically, grinning from ear to ear. "Merlin, it's been a while since I was asked a question politely. They'll be finished soon; it doesn't usually last long. Oh, and this right here –" gesturing at the pink-haired woman, "– is Tonks, just Tonks."

Tonks sheepishly smiled, her hair turning from bubblegum pink to baby blue. "Sorry about the rough treatment earlier. We thought you were Dark wizards and we… panicked." She was addressing the three of them, but her eyes were on the siblings.

Ed must have noticed. "'s fine," he said, shrugging. But then he smirked, as if he had thought of a wild idea. "Teach me how you do it with the hair and we'll call it even."

"I'm afraid you would have a lot to make up to before he can call it even, Dora."

All heads whirled towards the door, where a blonde woman stood by the doorway with a silver tray on her hands, donning what Roy could describe as normal clothing he had seen during the first hour he had been in this not-so-normal world – white, long-sleeve turtleneck, gray slacks, and a pair of black, working heels. Reveling at the sight of slight normalcy in this unfamiliar place, however, did not last when she fully entered the lounge, Roy almost did a double take upon seeing an eagle perched on her shoulder, its yellow-red eyes scanning every inch of the room.

"Wotcher, Autumn!" Tonks practically bounced towards the blonde woman, almost vibrating with excitement. "You're finally back here in London!"

The woman – Autumn – smiled, and Roy could have sworn that she was Riza, if it were not for her name or her emerald green eyes, she could have easily passed off as his adjutant. "I heard something interesting happened while I was gone, so I came back to take a peek." Her eyes flitted to the three strangers, then back to the pink-haired woman, gently placing the tray on her friend's hands. "I'm not disappointed."

The eagle flew across the room, landing on the top rail of an armchair near the fireplace, as its mistress strode towards the outlanders, murmuring a greeting to Sirius, before stopping a respectable distance away from Roy, enough to make a polite conversation without invading into his personal space. She stood and openly stared at him, and it was quite a difficult predicament for him as they were about just the same height, and there really was nowhere else to look at.

And so, he stared back at her.

Maybe it was because she held such a strong resemblance to Riza that he paused and really took in the sight of her, and up close, he could admit that she was beautiful, bordering ethereal. But there was something about her eyes that unnerved him; that calculating glint, that far away gaze – as if she was staring through him and not at him, as if she was staring at the very depths of his soul and knew him inside-out. But she broke the eye contact first, and gone was the all-knowing look in her eyes, hidden behind the curious twinkle as she returned to looking like the same confident woman who entered the room moments ago.

This woman, Roy thought before he could stop himself, scares the living shit out of me.

She thrusted a hand forward, lips curling upward into a smile. "Autumn Winger, Department of Magical Law Enforcement. I take it that you must be Colonel Roy Mustang? I've heard a great deal about your situation from Dumbledore and Mad-Eye."

"I hope we're not into too much trouble?" he managed to return it with a suave smile of his own as he firmly shook her hand. "Assuming that we are, of course."

Autumn let out a laugh. "Oh no, not at all. At least, nothing that warrants the magical government's attention after an hour and a half since your arrival, Mr. Mustang." She glanced at the Elrics. "Or should we say 'alleged' arrival? They're not yet aware of your existence, and Dumbledore deemed it best to keep it that way, for now."

"You don't seem surprised," Ed suddenly muttered, his arms crossed. "Is it a normal occurrence for you to have people falling from the ceiling and claiming they're from another world?"

The blonde woman clasped her hands, contemplating for a second before seemingly having already decided on a decision the next. "With my various lines of work in the Ministry of Magic, I suppose there's nothing for me to be surprised about. But 'falling from the ceiling'?" She shook her head, "I never thought I'll hear that one."

The young alchemist relaxed and cracked a smile at the way the woman attempted to make the situation light as possible, seemingly placing a little of his trust in her. Roy, however, was still a slightly shaken from earlier, and decided to keep an eye on her for a little longer.

"Wait," Al suddenly spoke, surprised. "There's a Ministry, for magic?"

"Of course. The wizarding community needs a governing body to keep our existence a secret to Muggles – the non-magical folks." The blonde woman shrugged. "It's believed that we are best left alone."

Autumn gracefully sat on the armchair where her eagle perched itself on and unsheathed her wand from the inside of her sleeve, lazily flicking it. The silver tray she had brought in with her floated steadily towards where they were and landed on the wooden table with a soft thud. On the tray were assorted biscuits – the boys' stomach rumbled at the mere sight, much to their embarrassment – some cups, and a steaming pot of freshly-brewed tea – chamomile, the Flame Alchemist noted as he inhaled its sweet, herbaceous aroma.

"Please, have some snacks and tea. It won't be long before they're done," she said with a smile. Al and Ed quickly sat on the couch next to her, helping themselves to the baked treats with much gusto. Roy accepted the cup of tea the blonde woman gave him with a murmured thanks and he released a sigh at the soothing feeling he instantly felt with just the first sip.

It tasted exactly how she brews her tea.

The thought jolted the dark-haired man, his muscles instantly tensing. It felt wrong – terribly wrong – to feel so suddenly calm and his guard lowered out of the blue, not when Riza was still out there. In fact, the feeling made the tea leave a bad taste in his mouth but not wanting to be rude, he took big gulps of the drink, never mind that it was too hot and probably burned his tongue in the process.

"Ouch!" he heard Tonks suddenly yelped and saw her rubbing the back of her left hand. She threw an accusatory glare at Autumn, who was rolling her eyes. "What the bloody hell was that for? I just want some of the biscuits!"

"Quit acting like a child, Dora. It's for our guests – and you should've at least served some earlier!" the blonde woman chided yet her eyes were soft and warm towards Tonks. "And I'm not forgetting about you too, Sirius."

Sirius – despite being scolded as well – threw his head back and laughed, waving it off. "Right, right. So sorry about that. Where are my manners as the master of this house?" he grinned, shaking his head, not really sorry at all – "Been missing in a while," the pink-haired woman muttered under her breath – "Molly and Arthur still around?"

Autumn hummed, nodding. "Why don't you two help them? They could really use some help tucking the children to bed," she suggested, and when the two were about to protest, she quickly added, "I'll take care of these three – and please inform Mad-Eye when you see him that I'll be taking in charge of them now. Besides," she glanced at the eagle above her, "I'm sure we can handle it."

Understanding dawned on Tonks' eyes, and the two women shared a knowing look while Sirius looked on, utterly confused. He then cleared his throat, plastering a wide grin on his face as he wrapped an arm around the pink-haired woman's shoulders. "Well, we're off. Can't say no to an offer like that," he jokingly said as he ushered his companion out of the lounge. Before going out himself, he turned to the blonde woman. "Just holler when you need us. I mean it. I don't want Mad-Eye chewing our asses off."

She laughed and shooed the man away. When they were left alone, the eagle chirruped, cocking its head to the side. Roy, startled by the noise, looked up and accidentally met its eyes for a split second, sensing something was off from the bird right away. There was something unnerving with the way the majestic avian stared, something he could not put his finger on – it felt like it was no mere animal, but something that was pretending to be.

Impossible, the dark-haired man inwardly scoffed at how his thoughts began to form, Un-bloody-likely. Must be an after-effect of the tea.

The Flame Alchemist stifled a yawn, feeling slightly out of it that he realized too late that the three blondes were chattering away – more like Al and Autumn were getting along just fine, and Ed was just nodding along.

"The Ministry of Magic," he heard the younger Elric started. "You said that the existence of magical people must be kept a secret from the non-magical ones. Why the need for secrecy?"

The blonde woman was silent for a while, clearly searching for words to explain it simply to them before she launched into her story – how the wizarding society wasn't always hidden centuries ago, wizards being brutally persecuted by the non-magical people and going on self-imposed secrecy until their Ministry implemented the International Statute to keep them safe. The two young alchemists listened intently, their golden eyes sparkling, whereas Roy fiddled with his pocket watch again.

When Autumn had finished her tale, the older Elric relaxed against the couch. "I'm sensing there's an exception to that rule."

Her lips curled into a small smile, and it was obvious that she was quite fond of children. "There is," she agreed, "After all, we aren't that closed off from the Muggle world. It isn't uncommon for witches and wizards to fall in love with Muggles and let them in on the secret. There are also Muggles who give birth to magical children, so we welcome them into the Wizarding society."

"You magical people are weird," Ed mumbled before he yawned. The blonde woman just hummed, taking no offense with his comment.

Whoever said that yawning was contagious – even if it was proven to be just a myth – Roy would be inclined to agree as it was his third yawn following Ed's – maybe my fourth, the Flame Alchemist had lost count. Al had already started dozing off, resting his head on his brother's shoulder – who, on the other hand, was fighting to keep his eyes open.

Maybe the adrenaline from the confrontation after their arrival worn off and fatigue finally crept its way into their bodies after travelling to another world. Maybe it was how soft and soothing Autumn's voice was and the tale of Wizarding secrecy – though interesting – would bore listeners to sleep because it was… well, it was history.

Maybe it really was, Roy thought as he stifled yet another yawn. But something was nagging at him at the back of his mind and deciding that maybe a walk around the room would help, he found out that he could not lift a single part of his body, and everything was so damn heavy. Panic began to seep in as he cursed himself for letting his guard down around a stranger's hospitality and the boys – hell, the boys! His eyes – goddammit, if they could just stay open! – landed on the Elrics' hunched figures on the couch, and he could not tell if they were even breathing, and the tea and biscuits must have been laced with something –

"Relax," a hushed voice said, and his dark eyes darted to the woman sitting across from him. "They're fine, they're just asleep –"

"What," he bit out somewhat hoarsely, "What did you do?"

Autumn shook her head with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry," she murmured – and against better judgement, he knew she was being sincere. "I'm under strict orders not to tell you."

Drowsiness was starting to take over, yet he glared at her, even if he looked like a fool struggling to stay awake. A weathered face with long, silvery beard flashed in the forefront of his mind; even if she would not tell him, he knew – oh, he had the right hunch. But he would worry about that some other time, there was another more pressing matter.

"My Lieutenant," he said, "Where is she? What will you do to her?"

The blonde woman glanced at her wristwatch. "She's fine, Colonel," she stood and took quick strides to reach him before leaning in to whisper, "I give you my word."

It was getting difficult to keep his eyes open; his surroundings were becoming blurry by the second, yet he managed to growl, "I'll give you hell if she isn't." Autumn remained quiet, and her familiar spread its gigantic wings and let out a small squawk but she paid it no mind. As his eyes shut close, Roy felt a hand ghosting over his head and heard her faint voice before sleep had taken its full claim on him.

"Such little faith, Colonel Mustang."

That night must have been the longest time Riza talked her whole life.

And she hated every minute that passed.

The potion did loosen her tongue; it surprised her how she answered all questions without a second thought. True to Dumbledore's words, they only inquired about how they came to leave their own world and fell from a ceiling in the magical world the next. There were brief mentions of alchemy – just to the extent of her limited knowledge of the subject – and they never pressed her for more, except for Mad-Eye, who was quickly shut down by either the old wizard or Snape – for which she was grateful.

The questioning concluded even before the effects of the potion began to wear off. Dumbledore had asked her to stay for a while until the potion was completely flushed out of her system. "We wouldn't want you answering everything so honestly," the bearded man winked before he ushered a grumbling Mad-Eye out of the kitchen. A reluctant Snape was also ordered to stay to monitor her until she was allowed to leave.

Just a few more minutes, Riza sighed as she placed her head on her arms. Talking seemed to be exhausting, she did not know how Rebecca can continue to prattle on for hours.

She felt a painful pang in her chest at the thought of her best friend and the remaining members of Team Mustang – every person they left behind, the ones who mattered the most to them, and who they could not see ever again. She forced the dark thoughts to the very back of her mind and was startled when she felt a cold hand on her shoulder.

Snape retracted his hand quickly and looked away, "I apologize. I thought you've fallen asleep."

"Sleep hardly comes for me," she replied truthfully as she leaned back to the chair.

His only reply was a glance and an elegantly raised brow. He then waved a hand and a tall glass of water from the kitchen counter floated to where they sat. It landed in front of her without so much of a spill. The man motioned for her to take the glass.

"Drink."

Riza stared at Snape. "I beg your pardon?"

"Please drink," the man begrudgingly rephrased, "It is only water. It helps with removing the effects of Veritaserum."

She took the glass without a word and downed it in one go, even if she noticed that there was something different with the taste but dismissed it as she realized at that moment how parched she truly was. She would have asked Snape for another glass if it weren't for the wave of dizziness that slammed into her.

Her grip on the glass loosened and it shattered on the wooden floor into tiny pieces, but she ignored it – she could only stare at Snape, who stared back blankly, because how could he, after saying those words to her? "What…?" Riza never got to finish as she felt herself slipping, falling off her chair but slender yet strong arms caught her just in time, and she was soon enveloped in the scent of dark musk, leather, and warm spices.

"It had to be done," the man murmured before everything fades to nothingness.

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