Chapter five
Edward Elric left behind the bookstore in a good mood. Although the shopkeeper kept looking at him funny, he had gain some knowledge that Truth seemed to think he didn't need. As it was late, he decided to look for a place to sleep. When he was walking around, he started mentally going through the information that Truth has deemed worthy of importance. He knew he had to get to Hogwarts and get close with three people in year five. Something related to Gryffindor, whatever that is. Ms. Smartypants, Ginger boy and the Chosen One. According to the books he has read and the weird shopkeeper, the headmaster is Albus Dumbledore. That is the person to get in contact with. But how? What would he say to him anyways? He has no record of even being alive is this world. He doesn't even have any transcripts, which is what he would look at to determine entrance to this school. If Dumbledore would question about his past what would he say? Edward decided to make a mental checklist to keep things in order: First, a cover story. Then contact Dumbledore and get accepted into Hogwarts. At Hogwarts, fine the trio, gain their trust and save the first person from dying.
Edward figured that was good for now and got to work on mission one. What would he say to Dumbledore? Going off of Truths information, there are plenty of what they call Death Eaters running around, he could say that one of them killed his family and left him an orphan. He could be home schooled, which is not entirely a lie. The Death Eaters could have burned down his home and all evidence of his existence. Perfect. Edward smirked with glee. Look at him planning ahead! Mustang would be proud.
Maybe not, he would probably say, "Fullmetal! I expect better than this! You should always plan 500 steps on advance! What have I always told you? Plan for the long game!" Edward smirked as he mimicked Mustang is a deep rough voice, with idiotic hand gestures and a puffed up chest. He even exaggerated his walk to what he has dubbed "The Cocky Mustang Swagger" Laughing to himself at what thought was a spot on impersonation, Edward continued walking aimlessly down the street.
Two hours later, Edward regretted not asking the strange shopkeeper for directions to an inn. For he was completely lost and sleeping outdoors seems to be most probable at this point.
"Oh for fucks sake!" Edward yelled in frustration. He was tired, hungry, lonely and just wanted to go home.
Then a lot of things happened at once, someone yelled, a giant crash, a red light and then darkness.
Arthur Weasley was having a great day, all things considered. His shift was nearly finished when he got an owl from his beloved wife asking him to stop by the market in Diagon Alley and grab some things for her. she was running out of ingredients and wouldn't have enough for breakfast tomorrow. Being the loving husband he his, he quickly wrote a note agreeing with the plans and told her he should be home before dinner.
Half an hour later, he took the floo to Diagon Alley with all intents for it to be a quick trip. hoping to be home within the hour of course things didn't go to plan. For Arthur Weasley didn't account for Edward Elric. He was walking away from Molly's favorite produce store, when he came across a teenage boy who seemed to be throwing a fit.
"Young lad, are you alright?" He yelled.
Then a lot of things happened at once, a giant crash, a red light and he was thrown across the street. Arthur stood up dazed and confused. he groaned as everything focused. his fatherly instincts rushed him to the boys side. He checked for a pulse then gave a sigh of relief when he found one. Arthur then adopted a fighters pose as he stood guard over the child he gave himself responsibility over. When he looked around and saw nearly everyone looking out of the shops but saw no danger, he grew confused.
"what happened, Nigel?" Mr. Weasley asked the nearest shop owner.
"Haven't got the foggiest idea, Arthur. I was quite hoping you knew." was his tense reply
"Perhaps I should message someone." Arthur mumbled, mostly to himself.
"Urg, what the fuck happened? Where am I?" The boy at Arthur's feet groaned as he regained consciousness.
"Lad are you alright? Here let me help-no? Are you sure? All right." Arthur's attempts to help him up where in vain, as Edward pulled himself up.
"I'm fine, yeah," Edward stood up a little unsteady. He looked around then noticed a white stick by his feet. Luckily no one seemed to notice him pick it up as he stood.
"Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me. all that for the stick! You sick bastard!" Edward muttered the first part but yelled the last part seemingly at the sky, drawing strange looks from all around.
"Are you sure you're alright? You seem, well uneasy." Arthur asked once more, unwilling to leave a hurt child.
"I said I'm Fine! Wait, actually you wouldn't happen to know where an inn is? would you?" Edward asked with a shaky voice.
"An inn? Why lad you need a healer! Where are your parents?"
"Don't have any. and I do not need a healer! No doctors! I'm fine really!" Edward slurred as he fell to the ground once more. Mr. Weasley, a father of seven would never leave a hurt child on his own. it would be against his very being.
"Do any of you know this young lad?" Arthur asked the crowd. when they all shook their heads, Arthur sighed.
"Well if anyone comes asking, send them my way I suppose." Arthur proceed to take the poor boy's arm and apparated away.
Mr. Weasley reappeared outside Grimmuald's place and hurried to the front door with the golden haired boy levitating next to him, unconscious. Two short knocks later, he was hurried into the dusty home.
"Arthur dear, who in the heavens is this? What happened? Is he alright? Why is he unconscious? Oh the poor dear. Lay him on the couch, dear. Let me have a look, Should we send for Madame Pompfrey?" Molly Weasley asked all in one breathe as she ushered her husband to the couch and already conjuring numerous things to help the poor boy.
"I'm not sure who he is. I saw him as I walked out of the store. There was a strange flash of light and a bang. He said he didn't have any parents. I couldn't just leave him on the street unconscious. Especially these days."
"No dear, you couldn't. But was bringing him here wise, darling?"
"I'm not sure, but I think we should contact Dumbledore. There is something strange about this child. I'm not sure what, but better safe than sorry."
"Yes, of course. Would you send him a patronus, dear? Maybe ask for Poppy as well, I can't find anything wrong with him but if you said the circumstances were strange, maybe a second opinion would be wise." Molly said distractedly, as she fussed with numerous things.
"Of course, darling, right away." Arthur stepped aside and conjured his weasel. He watched as it scampered away. Confidant it will find Dumbledore.
