Important: Concerning the story, I have a few things to say/ask- 1) do you people want a happy ending or a bitter sweet ending? It could go either way with this story. Keep in mind there will likely be a sequel, so the 'ending' isn't really the end, but it will determine some aspects of the next story (for the record, I've already had three votes so far- 'Roy' voted for bittersweet while her two dogs voted for happy). 2) I've recently had a few plot points fall into place and, if I may say so, it is absolutely brilliant. I have yet to see anything like it in the stories on the site. So I'm bubbling with excitement over it, as my boyfriend could tell you (kiss!kiss!love!love! Thanks for listening to me ramble!).
To the reviewer who PMed me concerning a requested story: Omg, you have no idea how honored I was that you wanted me to write your story idea. No, seriously, I gushed to 'Roy' about it over the phone. However, I'm afraid that I'll have to decline. With all the things going on and starting right now, it's going to be hard enough to keep up with the two fics I have in progress at the moment. However, I completely encourage you to keep after that idea- it was a really excellent one, and should you write it yourself or get someone else to write it I would be interested in knowing when it is posted so I can read it. Should anything change and I feel I can do it, I'll let you know. But between college, a job, and just generally living I don't see that happening anytime soon. When your story is done, I would rather someone who could do it justice and keep it up to date took it. But again- thank you so much for asking, it means a lot to me that you thought enough of my writing to ask. And I'm sorry it took me so long to respond. Hopefully you understand.
In relation to the message right above this one, there is only one reason that I might start a new fic any time in the future will be for therapeutic reasons- do you know how shocking to my senses it is to write something this fun and gushy? I had to stop in the middle of writing the other night just to shake off a 'fluffiness' overload. I'm serious- I stopped and just stared at the screen, saying 'The fluffiness! THE FLUFFINESS!' I then proceeded to turn on my Evanessance and plotted out a short Roy/Ed darkdrama fic. Very torturous and malicious with a 'kill me now' ending. Nothing nice about it. Fortunately, just plotting it out was good enough for the moment. But if it happens again, I may just have to start it. I swear to God, I've never written this much happiness… ever. Yep, that's right. Ever… No one's even died yet! That's amazing!
Thanks be to Roy for inspiring the 'tongue' joke…
Again, thank you to all my readers and especially my loyal reviewers! You all make my day!
And as always… I LOVE YOU ROY!!!
Chapter 5- Explanations (and much, much… much more…)
Roy's first impression of the world around him when he awoke could be described in one word- white.
'Must be an infirmary,' thought Roy, closing his eyes again, letting go of a yawn as he finally began to wake up. 'I need some coffee…'
He reached up and rubbed his eyes, finally opening them to truly take in his surroundings. When he did he rubbed them again to try and make sense of what he was seeing.
"Where am I?" he asked no one in particular.
"Hogwarts," said a familiar voice from the side. He jerked his head around to look but instead almost ended up giving himself whiplash.
This time a chuckle came from the direction. But the person seemed to take pity on Roy and moved into his line of sight. It was Edward.
"Fullmetal, what are you talking about?"
"You asked where you were- it's called Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts? What the hell kind of name is Hogwarts?"
"I don't know, but that's what it's called," laughed Ed, smiling.
Roy saw that smile and found he couldn't help but grin himself, feeling that hitch in his chest again as he did.
"So, where is this 'Hogwarts'?"
"I'm not exactly sure," said Ed, taking his usual seat next to Roy's bed. "Judging by their accents I'd say they're in the same country as that 'London' place I came to the first time-"
"What do you mean 'the first time'?" said Roy, his eyes narrowing.
Ed paused. Of course, Roy wouldn't have known he had already died once… twice…
"I think I need to explain what all happened before you got to me back in Amestris…"
Ed began with his walk through the underground city and an explanation of how it came to be underground to begin with. Roy sat in shocked silence. That was what they had been working against the whole time? Those were the creatures Ed had been fighting tooth and nail to destroy? He had known they were powerful, but he had not truly understood the breadth of their reach and the significance of everything until that moment. This sort of thing had gone on for centuries without check. But they had made their fatal mistake in underestimating one short, blonde haired alchemist. They had thought to control him, thereby underestimating him. Nobody controlled Ed. Roy knew that much from experience. And underestimating Edward Elric was dangerous, and it had been their undoing.
'Theirs and several others before them. You'd have thought in all that time they would have learned from others' mistakes.'
Ed continued to tell his tale, describing the theater and coming to from a hypnotized state to find himself dancing with Roze. At this Roy felt an annoying twitch in his stomach but he ignored it.
"Then Dante came with Roze's baby. She told me that she was going to use the stone to trade bodies again, this time into Roze. She seemed to have hoped to catch my attentions that way. Even a century or more after my father left her she still seemed to be infatuated with him, and thought that, you know, since I look a lot like him…"
That time it wasn't just a twitch- it was a wrench- in his chest and in his gut.
"That bitch," growled Roy to himself.
"Yeah," said Ed, over hearing him, but not looking up to see the look of anger and hurt that crossed over Roy's face. "Then she… used the baby to summon the Gate…"
"You mean she-"
"No, she did some kind of strange ritual, or- I don't know-"
"That's alright, but what else?"
"She opened the Gate and forced me through and I came out the other side. I had been transferred over into a person who looked exactly like me on that other side. And then, I saw my father."
"Hohenheim was there? On the other side of the Gate?"
"Yeah, and he explained everything to me. He said that this other side was a world where Alchemy didn't exist, or at least not like it did for us. Instead machines like none ever seen in Amestris had been developed. As it turned out, the machine world was at war, a war they unoriginally called World War I. I've heard it called that here as well. And we were in a city called London. Anyway, there were bombs going off everywhere, and we had to run. But I didn't make it. That body on the other side died, and I was sent back through the gate. But I hadn't died- the person I had been in had."
"That sounds an awful lot like what happened to that boy back when we came through," said Roy suspiciously.
"You don't have to remind me, but I didn't have a choice. Either way, I was sent back through, and I forced my way back out of the Gate at that theatre with Dante, so I began to fight. But they had Al as a prisoner in the centre of an array. The whole room it turned out was turned into a giant array pattern for them to perform the transmutation. Any alchemy done in the vicinity might activate it, and I would have lost Al."
"What transmutation?" asked Roy.
'Oops…' thought Ed. "Oh, umm… you remember how we ran after the battle at Lior?"
"Yes…" said Roy.
"The reason why we did was because… Scar had turned the whole town into a transmutation circle… the transmutation circle for the Philosopher's Stone."
"What?!" Roy sat shocked. Then suddenly, a lot of things fell into place. "He tricked us… lured our soldiers into the town to use for the transmutation…"
Ed nodded.
"But what does that have to do with Al?" asked Roy.
Ed bit his lip. "Kimblee had turned Al into a walking time bomb, Scar knew of no other way to save him, and he knew he was going to die anyway… So he turned Al into the Philosopher's Stone, merging his arm as well as the soldier's souls into Al.
And that's why we ran."
Roy sat in shock. Slowly his mind started to wrap around the irony of that situation. The boys had searched for years for the stone for Al. And when they got it, Al actually became it.
"Why didn't you use it? Why did you have to sacrifice yourself?"
"There was more to it than that. But I'll just continue until we get there. So anyway, because of transmutation circles around the room I had to fight the homunculus Envy hand to hand. Actually, he made it quite easy for me," said Ed, smirking up at the Colonel who merely raised an eyebrow in question, "He gave himself your ugly mug."
Roy could help himself, he gave a bark of a laugh. He had to admit, that was funny- and not wise on the homunculus' part.
"Anyway, we fought and I finally started getting the upper hand, though I knew I couldn't kill him. Then I told him to turn into his true form…"
Ed paused and Roy shot him a concerned look. He had turned slightly pale. Roy caught himself as he was about to reach over to Ed and put his hand back down. Fortunately, it didn't seem Ed had noticed.
"And what was his true form?" asked Roy instead.
"He looked like… me… only older…"
'And taller too, I bet' thought Roy, and he was forced to fight back a grin.
"Are you sure that was his true form?"
"He said he was Hohenheim and Dante's son from before he created the first Philosopher's Stone. Dante said he had died from mercury poisoning hundreds of years before, and my father tried to bring him back, like I did with my mother. He was my father's Sin…"
"Then you need not burden yourself with it," said Roy with a sigh. "What happened next?"
"I was so stunned, I couldn't do anything," said Ed, biting his lip. "He took advantage of it. He…"
Roy had looked up, fixing his penetrating sapphire onyx stare on the golden one beside him.
"He what Ed?" Roy asked in a quiet voice, his stare never wavering
"He transformed his arm, and before I could do anything, he stabbed it through my heart."
Roy's stomach clenched upon hearing that. But that was impossible! Unless…
"How…?"
"I died. I kind of remember the Gate. Shortly after Envy was there as well, I'm not sure how or why. He entered the Gate of his own will, trying to get to the other side to find Hohenheim. Next thing I knew I was waking up on the floor of the theatre. Al was gone."
Roy could hear the pain behind Ed's voice, and he did truly understand. But he couldn't help the rush of relief he was feeling at that moment. Ed had almost died. No- he had died. He had almost lost him…
'Before I could…'
Suddenly he had an overwhelming urge to drag the young man into his arms and hold him close enough that he would never have to worry about anything touching him or hurting him like that again. It was with much reluctance that he fought down those feelings and brought himself back to what Ed was saying.
"…he had used up the last of the philosopher's stone to heal me and bring me back. But he had disappeared with it." Here Ed broke down. He lowered his head and grabbed handfuls of his golden hair into his fists, "I couldn't just let him go. It was my fault he had lost his body to begin with, and it was my fault that he was always in danger, and it was my fault that he was even in that city to begin with when the Philosopher's Stone was made! I couldn't protect him from the homunculi when they had kidnapped him! And I was the reason he had disappeared! Even if I lost myself in the process, I couldn't let him make that sacrifice for me. Me—who should have taken better care of him, and who shouldn't have let him down all those times-"
"Edward-"
"No! Don't tell me that it wasn't my fault because I know it was! It was my idea to bring mom back! And it was my idea to join the military! And I didn't fight for him to stay away when he followed me! He could have died so easily all those times-!"
"But he did it of his own free will! You were the world to him just as he was to you! If the places were traded and it was you who had lost your body do you think things would have been any different?" asked Roy desperately, trying to get through to him. He realized how odd it was for Ed to be this open with him, and he wasn't going to let this chance slip by. He was sure it was partially because he was the only bit of solid familiarity left to Ed, but just maybe if this played out right it could be a door to something more...
'Something more what?' Roy asked himself stunned. Because somewhere inside him, he knew the answer- he just wasn't ready to accept it yet…
But he returned his attentions to Ed, who seemed to have calmed as he considered it. Finally he shook his head with a ghost of a grin.
"No, nothing would have changed… other than maybe my height…"
'…and I would never have found myself warmed by your flame...'
'And I would never have experienced your vibrance and spirit…'
'…and I may not have truly appreciated your mind in a battle of wits…'
'And I would never have seen the strength of your soul reflected in pools of gold…'
Neither of them spoke for a moment as they considered the implications of such a turn in fate. Yes, lots of things would have changed-
They wouldn't have found each other.
"So you sacrificed yourself to the Gate in exchange for your brother. And that was when I walked in…" said Roy, breaking the contemplative silence.
Ed nodded, but still didn't say anything.
Nothing really needed to be said. Or at least, not just yet.
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Actually, there was quite a lot to say, and Ed had many questions (most revolving around Roy's confrontation with Pride and the resulting wound), but shortly after they paused to reflect, Madame Pomfrey came in to shoo Ed way from her patient. Huffing and muttering, he slammed the door on his way out and started running like a bat out of hell when he heard her stomping after him to reprimand him, Roy laughing in the background. Knowing the woman's temper was as bad as his own when provoked, he made sure he wasn't there when she opened the door.
He didn't stop until he found himself running down an unfamiliar corridor. He walked a little further and looked down the hall. Nope- he was lost.
"Well," he sighed, as he kept walking, "Might as well lose myself properly. Not like I have anything else to do anyway…"
He continued to wander, stopping occasionally to look closer at particularly interesting moving portraits. To Ed, these portraits were the best and most indisputable evidence for this thing they called 'magic'. Just when he was convincing himself that there had to be some kind of scientific explanation for everything, he would walk by one of these portraits and begin to question himself again. He remembered asking Hermione about them. To her own shock, she found that she had no clue why they were able to do that. She knew how to do it, but not the mechanics of it. Upon realizing this, she had immediately ran off to the library to research it. As of that morning, she still had been unable to find a satisfactory answer.
Just when he was pretty sure he had passed by the same portrait at least three times he was pulled out of his musings by the sound of splashing up ahead. He walked forward hesitantly and opened a door he could have sworn wasn't there before to a large room with a swimming pool in the centre. Looking over at the sole occupant, Ed smiled.
'Speaking of the devil,' he thought as he walked in with a grin, watching as Hermione continued her laps, oblivious to her spectator.
Ed was standing by the pool, looking down into its cool blue depths when she finally raised her head from the water and saw him.
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Hermione had to stifle a small squeak when she realized that someone had come upon her while she was doing laps. It startled her even more when she realized that it was Ed.
'How did he manage to find the Room of Requirement?' thought Hermione as she pulled herself together. "Oh… hey Ed… what are you doing here?"
"Making myself more lost than I was. Actually, I'm glad I found you. I've been wandering these halls for at least a couple hours now with no luck and I'm starting to get hungry," he said as he sat by the edge of the pool, taking off his left glove and running his hand through the cool water.
"Why don't you jump in? I could dry you with a spell afterward…"
"Nah, that's alright," said Ed, pulling his hand back with a sad look on his face as he pulled his glove back on. Hermione was dying to ask why he wore them anyway, but didn't think that personal questions would go over very well. At least, not direct ones…
"I come here often enough, feel free to join me when ever," she said as she pulled herself out of the pool, grabbing up her towel and wrapping it around herself, feeling very self-conscious in her two piece. Though she needn't have bothered as Ed was gazing around the room curiously, paying no attention to the scantily clad female to his right.
"I didn't realize that Hogwarts had a swimming pool. Seems a little out of place…"
"It doesn't, actually… it's just the room. It changes to fit your need. You just pace the hall directly outside three times concentrating on what you need and it will change to accommodate you."
"That's useful. I'm surprised more people aren't around here vying to use it."
"Not many people know the room exists; which is good for those of us who do know— less traffic."
"Hmm," Ed nodded, looking around with a contemplative look. "So it turns into whatever you need- anything you need?"
"Within reason, I suppose," said Hermione.
Ed sat for a moment longer before he got up and joined her. "So where are Harry and Ron?"
"They should just be getting out of Divination- it's their last class of the day. I just came up here since my class was let out quite a bit early today. Ehem," she looked a little flushed, "Do you mind stepping outside while I change? I'll be right out…"
Ed blushed when he realized she was still in her bathing suite and mumbled an apology as he quickly exited the room, leaning up against the wall until she exited. As soon as she did, the door that had been there before melted into the wall.
"Ready," she said, slinging a satchel bag holding her bathing suite and towel over her shoulder, walking off toward their right. Ed jogged until he was caught up with her then slowed and walked with his hands stuck into his pockets.
"You know, I didn't see you as a very athletic type…" said Ed.
"Most don't. I don't even think Ron or Harry know. But before I came to Hogwarts I was very athletic. I was part of the swim team and the girl's football team at my muggle school and I was a member of a dojo. Still am in fact, though I don't get to attend except during the summer holidays," she said. "It's sad that there's so little physical activity at Hogwarts, unless you count quidditch and walking all over the castle for classes."
"Quidditch?" asked Ed, confused.
"Oh boy… It's a wizarding sport, but I'll leave it to Ron and Harry to explain it to you- they're members of the Gryffindor house team. But just know that once you ask, be ready for at least an hour of explanations and fandom."
"Great," said Ed sarcastically. Hermione chuckled.
"It really isn't that bad. It's actually quite fun to watch. I just don't like flying…"
"Flying?" asked Ed wearily. Hermione couldn't help but laugh out loud at the expression on his face. Ed shook his head.
'This place just keeps getting stranger and stranger…'
"So how did you manage to get lost up in this area anyway?" asked Hermione, "It's a fair distance from the hospital wing."
"Well, Roy and I were talking- he woke up by the way- and then Madame Pomfrey chased me out of the room. And then I kind of- er- slammed the door on my way out…"
Hermione winced in understanding. "Let me guess- you ran like hell."
"Uh… yeah…"
"Smart thing," said Hermione, turning a corner. Ed reminded himself to ask her to show him the actual location of the room later- he had a feeling it would be useful later on.
He was turning the corner as well when something on the wall caught his baggy shirt and pulled him back with an 'ompf!'
Hermione turned back and had to stifle a giggle as Ed fought with the wall, trying to get the jagged bit of rock to let go of the material. She saw him growl and looked like he was about to clap some reason but stopped himself and scowled, instead balling his hands into fists, kicking the wall with his left foot. Surprisingly, this seemed to do the trick as bits of rock flaked off, including the bit that had grabbed him. He growled one last time before he caught up with Hermione.
"I hate this damn shirt! It's too big and doesn't fit me at all! Do you know where I could get a hold of some material? Preferably black?" he asked Hermione pleadingly.
Hermione bit her lip, "No, but… I think I might know someone who would."
"Who?" asked Ed.
Hermione stopped and pulled out her wand, pointing it out in front of her and causing Ed to take a step back.
"Expecto Patronum!" she yelled.
The milky white figure of a otter exploded from the tip of her wand, turning around to face her, awaiting instructions.
"Go and fetch Dobby the house elf, please," she asked the translucent creature. As she finished, it disappeared with a flash.
Ed blinked his eyes, startled. 'Another tally for magic… Magic 3: Alchemy 0.'
"I ought to warn you that house elves can be a little… odd…"
"I've heard the name before, what's a-"
Suddenly there was a crack like a whip and Ed fell into fighting stance, successfully scaring the creature that had just appeared, causing several tea cozies to fall off the pile on his head.
"It's alright Dobby! You just scared Ed is all! Ed, this is Dobby the house elf!" Hermione said, making introductions quickly.
Ed stood back up hesitantly as the little Elf came out from hiding behind Hermione. When the small creature saw that he wasn't going to be attacked he turned back to Hermione with quizzical eyes. "Miss Hermione called Dobby. Is Harry Potter sir ok?"
"Yes, Harry's fine. I just wanted to know if you knew where we could find some lengths of cloth in the castle. Preferably black-"
"And some red and white," interjected Ed.
Dobby eyes widened and with a big, cheesy grin he nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Yes Dobby knows where to get some materials! Dobby will go and gets them and bring them back to Miss Hermione!" And with a crack he disappeared.
"So that's a house elf," said Ed scratching his head.
"Yeah. That one is a friend of ours, since our 2nd year here. He's very loyal to Harry and is an inspiration for all house elves everywhere," said Hermione with the look of a proud mother.
"Why-?"
Fortunately for him Dobby returned just then, which saved him from listening to Hermione's spill on SPEW (though he didn't realize this).
Dobby had reappeared in front of them, holding a towering stack of materials that were threatening to fall back on top of him. Hermione and Ed quickly ran over and relieved the small elf of his burdens and carted them to a nearby empty classroom.
"Dobby wasn't sure what color of red Mister Ed wanted, so Dobby brought all of them!" said Dobby proudly.
"Umm… thanks Dobby," said Ed uncertainly, looking through the different shades. He had already pulled out the black and white and set them to the side. And after a quick look through he pulled out a bright shade of true red. "These will do. Are you sure it's ok if I take these?"
"Sure I'm sure! Just give Dobby a yell when you're done and I'll put them back!" squeaked Dobby, beginning to pile the discarded reds together to take back.
"Er- how do I do that?"
"Mister Ed is staying in the Godric's Wing, is he not?"
"I don't know, I guess…" said Ed, then turned when he heard Hermione gasp. "What?" asked Ed uncertainly.
"You're- You're- staying in Godric's Wing?"
"Maybe, why?"
"Those were Godric Gryffindor's rooms! He actually lived there!"
"And that means what to me?" asked Ed.
"Just that- well- never mind…" said Hermione, shaking her head.
"You were saying?" asked Ed, turning back to the elf.
"Just pull the rope in the corner or the bed room, sir, and request from the house elf that will appear that you wish to speak with Dobby, sir, and I'll come right up!"
Ed nodded his thanks, gathered up the material, and headed out of the room. He heard the elf take off with a crack and then Hermione slowly filed out after him.
"We should head down to the Great Hall, it will be dinner time soon," said Hermione, checking her watch.
"You go on ahead, I can make it back to my rooms from here," said Ed, intent on making some new clothes first.
Hermione nodded and quickly made her way down to the hall, glad for the possibility of a moment alone with Harry and Ron. She had several things to discuss with them…
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"Ok, so he didn't want to go swimming, what's the big deal?" said Harry.
"I didn't know you liked to swim," said Ron with a dazed expression.
Hermione gave Ron a scathing glare then turned back to Harry, "It's not that he didn't want to swim, it was that… I don't know… it was like he wanted to, but he couldn't…"
"Hermione, lots of people don't know how to swim," said Harry, aggravated. It was getting increasingly hard to cover up for Ed. Sooner or later he would have to just trust Harry's friends and tell them, because knowing Hermione, she wouldn't let off until she had the full and true story. And if anyone could find it out, it would be her.
"Fine, but that's not all. Do you know where he's staying?"
"Yeah, the room with the super awesome refilling buffet. What are you getting at?"
"Harry, he's staying in Godic's Wing- in Godric Gryffindor's rooms!"
"Whoa! Are you serious?" said Ron, his interest finally piqued.
"What? What's so big about that? I bet they're just used as guest rooms now that the Founders aren't using them…" said Harry, shrugging.
"No Harry, they aren't," said Hermione, shaking her head slowly. She bent forward, going into lecture mode. "Let me put it this way- if the Minister of Magic came to the school today for an overnight stay, he wouldn't get a Founder's room."
"What's so weird about that? I wouldn't put that idiot in a room that nice either."
"Don't you get it Harry? No one stays in a Founder's quarters. The last person to do so was a descendant of Ravenclaw who stayed in the Ravenclaw Wing about two centuries ago."
"I still don't see the big deal-"
"Arguing already? The food hasn't even appeared yet," said a voice behind them.
The three turned around to greet Ed, who seemed to have walked up on them at some point in their whispered discussion, but stopped, gaping open mouthed.
Ed's attire had changed drastically. He was still wearing the pants from earlier, but without the baggy shirt they proved to be very form fitting. That along with the tight tank shirt that revealed a well built six-pack underneath was enough to make several girls at the different tables whisper and blush in his direction. On top of that he wore a black open jacket with white trim and over it all he wore a bright red trench coat with a hood. And, of course, his ever present white gloves and pocket watch with his hair tied back in a loose braid.
"Whoa, Ed! What's with the new digs?" said Dean from off to the side.
"I figured if I'm going to be stuck here for a while I might as well be more comfortable," said Ed, sitting down at the table beside Harry and across from Hermione. He looked up to their stunned faces and raised an eyebrow in silent question.
Hermione blushed and coughed into her hand before becoming very interested in her arithmancy book, which was upside down. Seeing this Ron turned red and refused to look in Ed's direction, choosing instead to pull out a deck of exploding snap. Ed looked at the two then turned to Harry, looking confused. Harry just shook his head and gave Ed a look that said 'I'll explain later' before turning back to the table as the food had just appeared. Ed shrugged, not understanding his friends' reaction to his clothes.
"Hey! What's that symbol on your back?" asked someone from the Hufflepuff table behind them.
Harry looked over and saw the symbol on the back of Ed's jacket for the first time. When he did, he blanched.
On Ed's coat was a black symbol that, while not quite as affecting as the Dark Mark, still sent a chill down his spine. It was a cross, just like any you'd see in a church, with a crown and wings. But coiled around it was a serpent.
'It's probably just the snake,' thought Harry. But it still bothered him…
"Where I come from it's traditional for an apprentice to take on his master's symbol. This one was my Teacher's," said Ed.
Harry heard Hermione give a soft gasp off to the side and turned back around. She was bent across the table in order to see the symbol. And by the look in her eye Harry was willing to bet that somehow or other, she was familiar with that symbol.
'I hope you know what you're doing Ed, because like it or not, Hermione's on your trail.'
Luckily for Ed, at about this point Professor McGonagall walked over to their table, stopping right next to them.
"Mr. Elric, I am to inform you that Professor Dumbledore wishes to speak with you and Mr. Mustang as soon as he is cleared to leave the hospital wing. I do believe you know the way."
"Thank you Professor," said Ed, nodding in salute before she walked back up to the high table.
"Hey! Does that mean that Mustang bloke is awake?" asked Ron.
"Yeah, he woke up this morning, but Madame Pomfrey kicked me out before we could talk much," said Ed, shoveling food into his mouth then following it up with a deep drink of juice. "Which is where I will be going now," he continued as he stood, grabbing two plates he had filled with food.
"I guess we'll see you tomorrow morning then," said Harry, waving over his shoulder.
Ed nodded back at them and continued along his way.
Harry turned back around to find Hermione gazing off in Ed's direction.
"Alright Hermione, what is it this time?"
"She's probably just dreaming of snogging the new guy," said Ron, stabbing his food. "Just what does blondie think wearing clothes that tight anyway? Birds are the ones who're supposed to wear that kind of stuff."
"Oh shut it Ronald," growled Hermione. "You're just jealous because if it were you wearing something like that you wouldn't fill it out like he does. It's not his fault you're lazy. If you wanted to badly enough you could build up too, but that would actually take effort on your part. You have to work to get yourself into that kind of shape. And by the looks of it, he's worked real hard."
"He did say that he's had to work all across his country in order to support he and his brother," said Ginny from beside Hermione.
"Codswallop! You both just fancy him! That's why you're standing up for him! Not ten minutes ago Hermione you were convinced he was enemy! He shows up in a tight shirt and you get all flustered and now he's become some saint!"
"That is not true! I never said he was an enemy! I'm just saying that there's more to this than he's telling us! And that symbol on his jacket proves it!"
"How so?" asked Harry, trying to change the conversation.
Hermione leaned forward again, her eyes gleaming. "I recognized that symbol, Harry! I remember it from our research in 1st year!"
"What? You mean the sorcerer's stone?" asked Harry, this time truly interested.
Hermione nodded excitedly. "Yes! I remember it from the book on Nicholas Flamel! It was his symbol, Harry! It's an alchemist's symbol!"
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Meanwhile Ed was just nearing the hospital wing. As he moved to open the door he had to bury his face in his jacket shoulder, away from the food, as he sneezed- not once, but twice. Ed scrunched up his nose as it passed and continued on into the room.
"Bloody dust," he muttered as he entered.
Roy looked over towards the door from his bed and felt a smirk take its place on his face as the smaller alchemist came up to his bed with two plates laden with food. At the smells wafting towards him his stomach gave a lurch.
"Oh… a man after my own heart… I think hospital food is an interworld phenomenon. Or should I say interworld disaster," he groaned as he attempted to pull himself into a sitting position with his one good arm.
"Here, don't hurt yourself again. Unless you enjoy being under Madame Pomfrey's ministrations."
Roy's face paled slightly and he gave it a passionate shake, though he continued to attempt to hoist himself up.
"Geeze, here," said Ed, walking over, placing one hand on Roy's stomach and the other behind his back.
Roy tensed, "What are you doing Fullmetal?"
Ed rolled his eyes. "Feeling you up," he said sarcastically before he sent Roy a patronizing glare. "What does it look like? I'm helping you to sit up. Now are you going to fight me or work with me here?"
Caught off guard by Ed's first sarcastic reply, and blushing like mad, Roy let Ed help him into a sitting position. However, when Ed was done, Roy felt strangely disappointed when the hands were removed.
"There. Now here's the food I brought," said Ed, handing Roy a plate while he sat back in his chair with his own.
It was then that Roy noticed Ed's attire had changed since he last saw him. "Where did you manage to get those? Don't tell me someone else here dresses the same way you do and is just as short."
Ed's hands balled into fists, but a vision of Madame Pomfrey walking in just as he was beating the pulp out of her patient kept him from leaping out at the man. Instead he pointed an accusing finger at Roy, "I'll get you back for that one when you're not so… useless," said Ed, stretching the last word out, knowing of the man's nickname around the office- Colonel Useless.
Roy glared in response and his fingers moved to snap, but then he remembered he didn't have his glove on. This in turn spurred him to look around for his things.
"Don't bother. I have them down in my rooms," said Ed with a triumphant smirk.
Roy sent one more withering glare before turning back to his food, violently spearing a bite of chicken.
They ate in silence for the majority of the meal. Once both of their tempers had sufficiently cooled down, Ed ventured to ask, "So, care to elaborate on your end of the tale? What happened over at Bradley's place?"
Roy sighed- he knew it was coming eventually. "Nothing quite as elaborate as what happened with you. I confronted him, we fought. His house ended up catching on fire. The bastard almost did me in. He had me pinned to the wall of the house with his rapier and, as you can see, was making good work with it. Then his kid came downstairs."
Ed flinched. He knew Bradley's son. He sometimes helped him with school work when the kid was stuck around HQ after school.
"What happened? Is he ok?"
"I'm not sure. I left him with some neighbors, but…"
"You came after me, right?" Ed finished for him.
Roy nodded, feeling strangely anxious about the current direction of conversation. It wasn't like he had anything to hide…
"Roy, I've been wondering… why-"
"Mr. Elric! Back again I see!" said the voice of the hospital matron from behind him.
Ed jumped but dared not turn around to face the woman. Roy smirked as he recognized the look as one he had thought was reserved for Ed's teacher, Izumi Curtis.
"Even after your behavior from earlier?" the matron growled.
Ed gulped.
A sigh came from behind him. "Well, I know how worried you've been the last few days-staying up all hours of the night. And I suspect you hadn't gotten a lot of time to visit earlier, so… as long as it doesn't happen again…"
Ed spun around as he nodded enthusiastically. "Yes madam!"
Roy would have found this very amusing, had he not been distracted.
'…I know how worried you've been…up all hours of the night…'
'Was he really that worried?' thought Roy, perhaps a little hopefully. 'Maybe, he does…'
"ROY!"
Roy snapped out of his daze to find an annoyed looking Ed standing beside his bed with his hands on his hips. Roy smirked. 'He's so cute when he gets annoyed…'
Roy's smirk fell.
'Where did that come from?!'
"Roy?" asked Ed, a little uncertainly.
"Er- sorry, what?" Roy asked with a shake of his head, trying to dispel his thoughts from earlier, though not quite succeeding.
"I said I'm going to bed. Madame Pomfrey may have forgiven me for slamming the door this morning, but she's still a harpy over her patients and she's insisting that I leave you to 'rest' now. As if you haven't slept enough the last week you lazy bastard…"
"Hey! I'm injured here!"
"Yeah! Whatever! Look, I'll see you tomorrow morning- there's something I need to explain to you about the place we're at."
"Anything to do with that 'magic' crap they were talking about?"
"Er- yeah… so I'll see you tomorrow morning then," said Ed at the door, turning to leave.
"Hey! Ed!"
"Yeah?" said Ed, whipping back around expectantly.
"Bring coffee when you come!" Roy called from the bed with his trademark smirk.
Ed stuck his tongue out at Roy before he turned to go again.
"I can think of better of better things to do with that tongue," said Roy, leering. He laughed out right at the bright red of Ed's face as he quickly left the hospital wing.
'Heh, feeling me up indeed… payback is sweet…' thought Roy as he leaned back into the pillows, a satisfied smile on his face. 'And he really is cute…'
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Ed leaned against the wall in his room, breathing deeply to try and clear his head.
'Why is this happening every time I'm around the man?!' he thought angrily with himself. He had damn near had a fit when he had touched Mustang to help him up. But it hurt to see him struggling like that. "I couldn't stand it- I had to help him. But that doesn't mean anything," said Edward aloud to himself. But even as he said it, another annoying voice in his mind said, 'And who are you trying to convince?'
"Err!" growled Ed as he threw a book from the shelf beside him at the opposite wall, then grabbed his head in this hands.
For the first time in a long time, Edward Elric cried. Not in sadness, but in utter confusion.
'What's wrong with me?'
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"Hey Harry! Wait up!"
With an inaudible sigh, Harry slowed down so his two friends could catch up.
"Why were you going so fast? Afraid breakfast would disappear?"
"No, I'm just hungry is all…" lied Harry. Actually, he had been trying to get to Ed's rooms a little before them so that they could talk in private. Harry needed to warn Ed that Hermione's prying was starting to hit closer to home.
"Well let's get sleeping beauty up and at 'em and head on down," said Ron, moving to knock at Ed's portrait.
But before they could, something akin to an explosion took place within the rooms, followed by a bellow of rage. Next instant the portrait burst open, a dark haired man throwing himself out of the room at lightning speed.
"Move! Damn it move!" the man yelled, while still laughing hysterically, skidding as he made a sharp turn to run off down the hall. All this shocked the trio, but not as much as seeing a half-naked Ed come tearing out of the rooms, soaking wet with a towel twisted around his waist, screaming after the man-
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING BURSTING IN ON ME IN THE SHOWER YOU CRAZY SON-OF-A-BITCH?! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOMS! I SWEAR ON MY MOTHER'S GRAVE IF MADAME POMFREY GETS UP IN MY ASS OVER YOU BEING OUT OF THE HOSPITAL WING I'LL BE HAVING YOURS FOR MY DINNER TONIGHT YOU RAVING BASTARD!"
Still breathing heavily Ed spun back around, only to stop like a deer-in-headlights at the crowd that had gathered to watch him cuss out the fleeing man, which included not only the trio, but several students from all four houses. This, of course, gave everyone (especially the girls) time to appreciate Edward's perfectly chiseled muscles, with his long golden hair clinging wet and dripping over his chest and back. It also allowed Harry to notice something strange…
'Where's his metal arm?!' thought Harry, his eyes widening. Where the metal arm should have been Harry could only see a flesh one.
It was at this point that Ed gave a very undignified squeak and quickly disappeared behind his portrait, slamming it shut behind him.
Almost as soon as the blonde disappeared whispers and giggles broke out from the crowd of students that had gathered to watch.
"Bloody hell that bloke can rave! I thought that morning in the Great Hall was bad," said Ron, shell shocked. "Quite a pair of lungs on him, I'll give him that…"
"He's got more than a pair of lungs on him, that's for sure," said Ginny coming up behind them with a smirk a mile wide.
"Ginny!" said Ron exasperatedly, "I really don't give a damn if you like someone just don't talk to me about it alright! Don't even mention it in my presence! I prefer to not hate people and if you like them like that it becomes a major prerogative as your older brother for me to do so!"
"Whatever," said Ginny, rolling her eyes as she turned. "But I don't think it's me you have to worry about…"
"What do you mean?" asked Ron, completely missing the blush that Hermione was trying hard to push back.
"You're such an idiot, Ron," said Ginny with a sigh as she walked away.
"Anyone know what she meant?" asked Ron, confused.
"No Ron, no idea," said Harry with a sigh of his own. His best friend truly was hopeless. But perhaps this time that was for the better, otherwise he would be banging down the portrait to beat the bogies out of Ed for attracting the attentions of the girl he 'didn't' like.
"So, who do you think that dark haired bloke was anyway?" asked Ron.
"I'm not sure, but I think it may have been that Mustang fellow. He did say something about Madame Pomfrey and the hospital wing in his rant…" said Hermione, who seemed to have won control of her unruly hormone responses.
Harry looked back towards the portrait before turning back to his friends, "You guys go on ahead, I'm going to check on Ed. Going to make sure he didn't pull a hernia with all that yelling."
"Yeah, then see you later!" said Ron before he and Hermione turned to head on to the Great Hall.
With a shake of his head he turned back to the portrait and gave a sheepish knock. Almost immediately it was thrown open to show a still wet yet thankfully clothed Ed.
"Oh, it's just you," growled Ed, who nevertheless left the door open for Harry come in.
"That was quite a show you put on out there. If you didn't have a fan club before, by the end of today you will…"
"Wonderful…" growled Ed as he fought to pull on his large military style boots.
"Then again, I suppose I should thank you. Since you've shown up the talk has drifted at least a little off me. After all that back there, I may get a whole day or two without hearing my name drift about in conversation," said Harry with a smirk.
"Glad to be of service," said Ed in a sickly sweet sarcastic tone.
"Speaking of rumors and such, you might want to watch what you say for a bit…"
"Why?" asked Ed, looking up.
"Because Hermione has begun to suspect that something's up. It was just little things at first- your strange accent, the fact that you never take off your gloves… but then you wore that red jacket with the symbol on the back. I don't know how, Ed, but she recognized that symbol."
Ed's eyes narrowed and he shook his head, "No, that's not possible. It's a symbol from back where I come from…"
"I don't care, she does, and so do I. We've seen it before- during our first year we were doing some research. And during that research we came across a man- an alchemist- by the name of Nicholas Flamel. That symbol was made famous by him and is now closely linked with this world's version of alchemy."
"So now she thinks I'm somehow connected with this Flamel and thus with alchemy. Which I am, just not the way she's thinking of it," said Ed with a nod, understanding. "Still, it's strange that our two worlds would share a symbol like that- and after all the shit I've seen, you stop believing in coincidences."
Harry shrugged, which reminded him of his other reason for coming in. "Uh, Ed… what happened to your metal arm? And what was that guy doing coming up on you in the shower? Wasn't that Mustang?"
The contemplative look on Ed's face was replaced with a dark look of smoldering aggression and Harry almost regretted asking… almost.
"Yes that idiot was Mustang. Alive and kickin'… but not after I get through with him…"
"What happened?"
"I'm not sure exactly. All I know is that I'm in the shower, minding my own business, when I hear someone sneeze from right above me. I look up and wham! Mustang pours this goop out of this bottle right onto my automail! That's the arm," said Ed, clarifying the term at Harry's confused look. "I didn't really notice anything after that as I went chasing after him. But when I came back in I noticed that it had changed. Mind you it still feels like automail to me, it just looks different."
Harry walked over to get a closer view. He stood staring for few moments before he reached tentatively for it, glancing at Ed for permission, which he gave by putting the arm out for him to look at. It looked like a flesh arm, but when Harry touched it, he could still feel the cool metal. In his mind he knew it was still automail, and he spent a couple minutes trying to convince himself of it. Slowly, he started to notice a slightly silver-ish glint come to the illusion of skin. Harry nodded.
"It's an illusion charm, though a very elaborate one. The goop must have been a potion form of one to conceal the arm. I'm guessing Madame Pomfrey probably took the liberty to have one brewed for you."
"Makes sense, but I'm still going to skin Mustang alive because I'm guessing jumping me in the shower wasn't part of her plan," said Ed, cracking the knuckles on his left hand.
"You know though, my godfather always had a saying- don't get mad, get even," said Harry with an evil smirk.
"Really?" said Ed, mirroring Harry's expression.
Somewhere up in the hospital wing, Mustang twitched.
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It was a little bit later when Ed finally entered the hospital wing, sporting a grin that could just as easily have been described as a grimace. Upon his entrance Mustang gulped.
'I'm dead.'
But all Ed did was come and sit down beside his bed, not saying a word. Strangely, this did nothing to put Mustang at ease. Actually, it worried him even more.
'He's got something planned, he has to…'
"What? No kiss kiss?" said Edward, mock offended. This of course caused Roy to cough nervously. "We're so close after all, even walking in on each other in the shower…" with that a dark glowering look came over Edward. Roy could have sworn the shadows had coalesced around his features…
"Listen, it was nothing personal-"
"What? Nothing personal? I don't know what you're talking about Roy…" said Ed in a sweetly innocent voice… too innocent for Edward Elric. Roy could feel his warning hairs starting to stand on end. Something was definitely up…
"Madame Pomfrey gave me that stuff to take down to your rooms. She told how to get there and gave me the instructions for it- you were supposed to pour it over your automail-"
"And of course you- being the kind and thoughtful person you are- decided to help me out…"
"Err-"
"Don't worry Roy. Shortly after you went tearing out of my rooms a friend stopped by and gave me some advice."
"Really?" asked Roy nervously. "What advice would that be?"
"He told me not to get mad," said Ed with a grin. To Roy it looked like the expression a cat would have while stalking a bird…
"Well, er- that's good advice…"
"Yes it was. Now we have some things to discuss…"
"Magic?" asked Roy, his fear of the repercussions for that morning's prank temporarily forgotten.
"Magic," said Ed with a nod of his head. "How much did you see on the way down to my rooms?"
"Not much, but what I did see left me more than a little confused. For instance- what the hell was up with the portraits?"
"I'm not exactly sure how those work either, but that's what I came up to explain to you. That's not the only thing around here that's unexplainable. There's a lot more. Take a look at what your handiwork this morning did," said Ed, rolling up his right sleeve. Roy glanced over at it and felt his jaw drop.
"Edward! Your arm! It's-!"
"Still automail. Here, cop a feel," said Ed, holding out his arm.
Roy blushed a little at Edward's wording, but proceeded to feel the seemingly flesh limb. He was shocked when he felt cool steel instead of the warm flesh his eyes told him was there.
"How-?"
"Magic. In this instance something called a concealing charm in liquid form. It gives the illusion of skin so if someone were to catch a glimpse of my hand under the sleeve they won't automatically see metal. It's not good for extended observation and will probably need to be reapplied semi-frequently, so I'll still need to wear sleeves and gloves, but it should help keep at least one of our secrets."
"You mean this magic actually exists- it's the real thing?"
"As far as I can tell. Everything here seems to blow the shit out of Equivalent Exchange. I'm hoping to get some research done in that area while we look for a way home."
"So you do intend to brave the Gate again," said Roy quietly.
Ed didn't respond at first. When he did, he kept his face turned down, "I have to see him again, Colonel. I have to know…"
"I know," said Roy simply.
They sat quietly for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts. Then Roy quirked his lips into a smaller version of his smug smirk that he wore around the office. "You know, last time I checked I was still a General…"
"Nyeh, whatever," Ed said, closing his eyes and stretching languidly as he stood from his seat. This gave Roy plenty of time to allow his eyes to travel over the taught body of his former subordinate, flashes of the steamy glimpse he got that morning making his cheeks warm nicely.
"Now I've talked with Madame Pomfrey and she's agreed that it might do you some good to get your lazy ass out of bed and walk around a bit, and we need to go and stop by Dumbledore's office here soon. So how about a stroll around some of the castle before we head on up to the headmaster's office? Maybe we could stop by the Great Hall and get you that coffee you mentioned yesterday."
"Sounds good to me," said Roy, stepping out of bed. He was moving towards the door when a cough behind him stopped him. He turned and quirked an eyebrow at the incredulous look on Edward's face. "Now what?"
"Might I suggest that you take a shower and ask for a change of clothes?"
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About twenty minutes later found the two Amestrians walking down the Grand Staircase towards the Great Hall. By this point Roy seemed to be in permanent gawking mode, and Ed was enjoying every moment of it.
'I wonder if I looked that stupid when they were showing me around,' thought Ed with a grin as they entered the Great Hall.
Fortunately breakfast wasn't over yet and Ed quickly motioned for Roy to follow him over to a table under a hanging of a golden lion on a crimson background.
On the way over, Roy couldn't help but notice that several glazed over expressions (from the girls as well as a couple of guys) followed the blonde from the moment he entered the room. Roy felt himself itching to snap at them (despite his lack of gloves), but contented himself with glaring holes into each and every one who's eyes he met and walking a little closer to Ed.
When they got to the table, three of the kids turned around and smiled back at them. One with messy black hair and vivid green eyes looked strangely familiar…
"Hey guys, any food left?" asked Ed, taking a seat. When Roy hesitated he looked up and rolled his eyes. "Just sit down. Everyone, this is Roy Mustang- this time conscious and not running for his life. Mustang, these are the friends I mentioned earlier- Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter, who you've met before."
"That's where I recognize you from! Back at- oompf! What the hell was that Ed?" asked Roy, rubbing his sore foot.
"Sorry, didn't know your foot was there," said Ed very unapologetically. Roy scowled but left it at that. "Let's eat so we can get up to the Headmaster's office. I want to know what he's up to…"
"You make it sound like he's one of the bad guys," said Hermione reproachfully.
"In my experience, all people of authority have an ulterior motive. I just want to know what his is."
Roy couldn't help but agree. But he said nothing as he caught sight of all the delicious food that spread out and down each of the long tables. "Damn! Who makes all this?"
"Poor enslaved creatures that have been beaten and abused for so long they don't know any better!" said Hermione tearfully as she turned wide eyed to a shocked Roy. Ed looked confused while Ron and Harry exchanged a look.
"Look Hermione, could you give them the Spew talk later? We need to start heading to class…"
"It's not Spew Ron! It's S.P.E.W.!"
"Alright! Alright! But don't forget that we have Snape first thing this morning."
"Oh alright," said Hermione dejectedly as she turned back to her breakfast.
"What's Spew?" whispered Ed to Ron around his food.
"Shh! You'll start her up again!" said Ron with a small motion for him to leave it be.
"Well Roy, are you ready to head up to Dumbledore's office?" asked Ed, pushing away from his plate.
"Sure," Roy responded, wiping his face with his napkin and standing as well.
"We'll see you guys later," Ed called back to the others. Roy was already turned towards the doors.
Ed gave a wink.
Harry smirked.
Ed and Roy were out in the middle of the Entrance Hall when they heard their names being called from behind them. They turned, almost getting trampled by a few of the many students milling about the Entrance Hall before classes begun. Harry was running up to them, holding a steaming cup in his hands.
"Ed mentioned that you were a bit of a coffee addict. I got this earlier from down in the kitchens since they don't typically serve coffee to the students."
"Oh, bless you," said Roy, taking the cup gingerly in his hands and blowing across the top before closing his eyes and taking a tentative sip. A shiver ran up his spin.
"Ah, sweet caffeine," said Roy, opening his eyes. But they narrowed almost immediately. Standing before him were two mischievous looks. Harry was backing away, looking as if he were about to burst out laughing while Ed was smirking in a way that almost made him proud, his eyes traveling appreciatively up and down Roy's toned body. Then he realized that they weren't the only ones- nearly the whole hall had stopped to stare at him, eyes wide.
'Wait- where did that cool draft come from?' thought Roy, looking down at himself.
It was then that he realized that his clothes seemed to have mysteriously vanished, leaving him standing in the middle of the student filled hall in only his boxers.
"WHAT THE MOTHING FUCKING—?! FULLMETAL!!!!!!!"
"Payback's a bitch, Mustang!" yelled Ed as he ran up the grand staircase at lightning speed.
"AS SOON AS I GET MY GLOVES I SWEAR ON THE AMESTRIAN PARLIAMENT I'LL ROAST YOU ON A SKEWER AND FEED YOU TO BLACK HAYATE!!!"
"Have to catch me first old man!" yelled Ed as he turned the corner.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING OLD YOU HALF-PINT SOCIAL REJECT!!!"
Ed's laughter was all he got in response.
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Thankfully for Roy, Hermione and Ron came out to investigate the loud yelling. Unfortunately for him, so did half the school, including several teachers. He had already received several catcalls by the time the brunette showed up and undid the spell that had turned his clothes invisible. Blushing furiously she and the red head quickly left down a flight of stairs while a teacher with her hair pulled up in a bun and a severe expression on her face approached him, asking about the commotion. With his understanding of magic being sketchy at best, he did his best to explain the situation. By the end he could tell she was fighting back a smirk. But she merely nodded and told him that he had fallen victim to one of the newest inventions from someplace called Weasley Wizarding Wheezes. Remembering that the Ron boy's last name was Weasley, he decided to ask him about it later. In the mean time, the teacher offered to escort him to the Headmaster's office- something he readily accepted, as Ed had left him high and dry, not knowing where the office was. Already possible ideas for the torture of a certain short alchemist were dancing in his head. Strangely though, several included said alchemist being tied down to a bed…
Roy was jolted from his schemes as they stopped in front a monstrous looking gargoyle. He was just about to ask what they were doing when the teacher said something like 'snickers'. Roy jumped sky high as the gargoyle promptly jumped to the side, showing the passage that lay behind it.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to this," said Roy with a shake of his head.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a class to attend to in a few moments. You'll find the Headmaster's office at the top of the moving staircase."
"A moving staircase?" asked Roy, unsure he had heard that right.
"Good day, Mr. Mustang," said the teacher with a ghost of a smile before she turned away.
With a heavy sigh Roy walked along the passage until he came to the 'moving staircase'. He spent a moment looking it over, trying (and failing) to find a 'reasonable' explanation for it. When he found none, he turned and got on with a huff.
'There has to be an explanation for all of this. Magic is impossible- it's not scientifically sound. But then again, those portraits…'
Finally reaching the top of the staircase, he found himself standing before a large oak door with an antique griffin door knocker. He allowed himself a moment to straighten himself up and check his poise before reaching out to knock-
"Stop primping and just come in, Colonel Bastard…" came Ed's amused voice.
Roy opened the door and glared daggers at his underling, who was smirking loud and proud.
"You have no idea what you just started," said Roy. "And since you've been mostly out of the office, traipsing across the country for the last five years, I ought to inform you that you are in way over your head- which you should be used to since most things are over your head…"
"Whatever, Colonel Useless…"
"And that's General Useless to you, please…"
"You're right. You are generally useless."
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING USELESS YOU MATCH SIZED PAPER WEIGHT!"
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT HE WOULD HAVE TO STAND ON A STACK OF PAPERS TO BE SEEN!"
"Ehem," coughed an amused voice off to the side.
Roy turned and saw the old man from the other night- Dumbledore- leaned against a wall, surveying the bickering odd couple. And though he refrained from using his legilimancy, he would have been willing to bet all the gold in Gringotts that similar thoughts to those from a few nights before were circling in their heads. He didn't need to glimpse into their mind to see that. Everything from the fiery looks in their eyes and their body language as the two of them moved closer with every word they yelled (Edward had stood from his seat as the fight escalated) spoke volumes. And Dumbledore was fairly sure that had he not been there, the two of them would have already jumped each other. Granted sharp objects would likely have been involved, but there was obviously a lot of tension between the two- and not all of it of the negative kind.
Roy turned and gave a short yet respectful bow to the older man. "Greetings, Professor Dumbledore. I apologize for I and my subordinate's tiff just now. I promise our discussion will not be interrupted by one again."
"Oh, never mind that, this office has seen worse, I can assure you. Indeed, on the very night that the two of you arrived and after we had all made it back to the school, Harry proceeded to break several of the priceless artifacts you see around you," Dumbledore said with a vague wave of his hand.
"Why would he do that?" asked Ed, sticking his hands down into his pockets.
"That is between he and I. If he should decided to divulge the conversation to you, then so be it. However, I shall not break his trust," said Dumbledore, sitting down behind his desk. "Now, I believe we have business to attend to."
"Of course," said Roy, taking a seat across from the desk.
"Of course," mocked Ed quietly behind Roy's back before plopping gracelessly into the other chair. And though the dark haired alchemist didn't seem to notice, the twinkle in Dumbledore's eye told him the old codger had.
"Now I'm sure the two of you are very curious about the world you now find yourself in; especially in regards to magic. And though the ministry may disagree with me, I believe you have a right to know what is going on around you. In fact, I encourage you to research all you can about magic, for in it you may find some clues on how to return to your own home. I am of course assuming you want to find a way back…"
"We do intend to try," said Roy with a nod.
"Then I leave our rather extensive library at your disposal. I'm sure you will find plenty there to quench your curiosity and to begin your research. Now the summer holidays are fast approaching- the students leave for home next week. Later in the summer the school shall have to be vacated in order for certain security updates to be put into place. However, until that time you are free to remain in the school and continue your research. I believe Godric's Wing is large enough to accommodate the both of you. Once you are forced to leave, a room in the Leaky Cauldron Pub just off of the wizarding market Diagon Alley shall be arranged for you. Is this agreeable to you?"
"More than agreeable, Professor," said Roy. "We thank you very much for your hospitality."
"Yeah, thanks," said Edward lamely, but Dumbledore smiled all the same.
"Then I believe that is all for our business. I shall call a house elf to show you to the library and it's location in relation to your rooms."
"Thank you, sir," said Roy, standing and giving another bow.
"My pleasure," said Dumbledore with a smile as he pulled a rope behind his desk. Almost immediately they heard a pop as one of the small green creatures Ed had seen before appeared out of no where.
"Please show these gentlemen to the library and then escort them to Godric's Wing," instructed Dumbledore. The small elf nodded enthusiastically before scurrying to the door and holding it open for Roy and Ed to follow.
"I'll see you gentlemen another day. Godspeed in your search," said Dumbledore with a nod. Roy bowed again while Ed merely returned the nod as they followed the elf out the door and down the corridor.
Meanwhile Dumbledore sat back in his chair with a devious smirk. 'Hmm… those two staying in the same rooms, merely a few strides from each other at any one time… things should get interesting…'
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It had been several hours since the two of them had left Dumbledore's office. But once they had seen the library, not even the formidable presence of Madame Pince could frighten the two alchemists away. So it was that when the trio came to the library to do some reading for class they found the two men neck high in books and parchment, reading as if it would all disappear before the morrow. Occasionally one would look up long enough to jot down a note on what they had just read, or hand a book over to the other for review, but otherwise the two were completely oblivious to the world around them.
It was Harry who was brave enough to clear his throat to get their attention. The two looked up with an annoyed expression. But when they saw who it was both grinned. Or rather Ed grinned while Roy grinned but continued to look slightly annoyed- he was probably still sore from the prank that morning.
"I see you've found the school library. What are you reading?" asked Harry as the trio pulled chairs up to the book laden table. Harry grabbed a few books off hand, "Magical Theory… Transportation Charms… Hogwarts a History…"
"Oh! Are you reading Hogwarts: A History? It is an excellent and informative book, if you don't mind how they completely ignore how they leave out that the whole castle is run by slaves-"
"So what are you looking for?" asked Ron, trying to change the topic before Hermione could continue her rant from earlier that morning.
"Just some back up research for a project of ours," said Roy smoothly. To Harry, it was obvious where Ed had learned to twist his words from.
"Well, if you want to do some research, no one knows this library better than our Hermione here," said Ron proudly motioning to a blushing Hermione. "We've spent the better part of five years trying to keep her out of here, and to date we have failed miserably."
"Now that's a bit of an exaggeration… but I do know the library very well, and I've read books from just about every section available, so I may be able to help if you tell me what you're looking for," she said, looking between the two.
The two men shared a look, speaking without words. Both looked a little wary, as if they were trying to hide something… then a sort of wordless battle took place between the two of them, leaving their glares to duke it out. Obviously Ed was inclined to accept but Mustang appeared to be arguing to the negative. Finally, by the set and determined look in Ed's eyes and Roy's roll of the eyes in resignation, Roy sat back and motioned for Ed to talk.
Hermione had been watching this all in fascination. The two obviously knew each other very well.
'But if they aren't brothers, then what is their relation to each other?'
"We're looking for books on magic in general- specifically books describing theories on how it works, is manipulated and controlled, etc... We're also looking for books describing various forms of magical transportation- both simple and complex."
"Hmm… I know I've read books on magical theory and I think I found books over magical transport while doing some research on apparition and portkeys…" she said, walking away into the shelves. In a moment they heard her call, "Ron! Come and help me collect some of these books!"
"Geeze! Lucky you're short Harry- you never get stuck with book-help duty because you can't reach the top shelf!" said Ron as he walked over towards where Hermione disappeared to.
As soon as he turned the corner Ed leaned over towards Harry, "Could we get your help as well, without letting the other two know what's up?"
"Sure," said Harry, lowering his voice. He had no illusions- his friends, like himself, were very adept at eavesdropping.
"We need to find books, historical or otherwise, on other world travel. We need to know if there has ever been any cases like our own, or any supposed 'loonies' who talked about it and got thrown in the psych ward for their efforts; and if there has been any cases, we need books detailing how it was supposedly done. Anything, no matter how vague or unproven may help," whispered Ed. "You can get their help- just don't let them know it's for us."
"Got you," said Harry, nodding. They both leaned back in their seats just as the other two came back around, carrying a stack of books each.
"Here's just some of the books to get you started. Would you like us to help you in our free time? We can mark any pages that might be of interest to you-"
"Yeah, we've gotten pretty used to it. Between those two," Ron pointed to Harry and Hermione, "You can't help but get used to odd-ball research."
"Hey!" cried Harry and Hermione at the same time. Roy couldn't help but let a small smile grace his lips. It was nice to see kids acting as they should, instead of carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. Though that Harry kid obviously had something hanging over his head, he didn't seem to let it completely take over his life.
'I only wish Ed and Al could have been like that,' he thought ruefully. 'Then again, I am the one who invited them into the military in the first place…'
"Sure, we could use the help," said Ed, opening the book on his lap back up to the page he had left on, "But keep notes on anything of interest. You never know what could be useful…"
"And be sure not to stack the books up too high around Ed- we may loose him amongst them!"
"Shut up, Bastard!"
A/N: Whew! Ok, so it ended up taking several twists and turns that I hadn't originally planned. However, I hope you really enjoyed it because damn that was long! Not that I didn't enjoy writing it, because I did tremendously, but like I said- damn! I don't know when the next chance I'll get to post will be, not to mention I still need to get the next chapter written. But just so's you know, as a bit of a hanger, the next chapter is titled 'Home Sweet Home' and it is the first chapter where we get to take a look at what's going on back with the Amestris crew- What happened to Sirius? What happened with Al? Who are the Black Ops? And who is this new colonel and his lieutenant who have taken over the office and how are they involved? Oh how the plot thickens! Till next time!
Now come on… I just gave you 32 pages… you can give me a review, can't you::pouts::
'Ed'