So no one is going to tell me who the DADA teacher is? Oh well. You can tell me whenever you do actually know.
And in this chapter, there is Harry bashing. Unintended, but still there. (I like Ed more, too. That might've helped.)
Oh, and high fives to Clown Confetti (go read her fics!) for… uh… reviewing and stuff. Damn… uh… and I said I would dedicate this to her… so… yah. It's also my friend's birthday today, so it's also dedicated to her.
Disclaimer: if I owned either, I wouldn't have to post fan fictions, now would I?
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Ed felt the blood rush to his cheeks as the teachers in front of him saw Roy grab his hand. The teen turned his head slightly and glared daggers at Roy. He returned them with his signature smirk. Dumbledore cleared his throat and began to speak again, before he was interrupted. Again.
"As I was saying, our new teacher, Professor Mustang, will be teaching a…" he looked over to the embarrassed blonde. "a… science. I will let him explain it more thoroughly when he has you in class. Also, I am pleased to…" He continued about a ton of other useless crap that didn't matter to Ed, like something about 'first years coming in soon' or whatever.
Ed leaned to Roy. "Dammit, Roy." He whispered through his teeth. "I didn't think you wanted to tell the fucking place on our first day!" The older man smiled and tightened his grip on the younger's hand.
"And what, may I ask, would be so bad about that?" He turned his head and smiled sweetly at Ed. Ed knew that face.
"Don't you dare kiss me right now, bastard." His eyes widened and he tried to get out of the deadly hand hold. "I don't think you want to start out your stupid new j… wait a second. He said job…?" A sudden look of confusion came over his face. Roy turned his attention back to the old man that was speaking.
"And with that, bring in the first years!"
Suddenly, the gigantic doors that Ed and Roy had come through opened again, and there stood dozens of dozens of children. Ed was still deep in thought, so he didn't hear Roy's remark about how many of them might be taller than him. As the young children quietly approached the few steps at the front, they realized that the two new-comers were still up at the front, apparently deep in a hushed conversation.
"But why didn't you tell me?"
"It's only a year, Ed. And you're here. So everything's fine."
"Everything is not fucking fine, Mustang. I don't know why I'm here. I don't have a fucking job."
Roy smiled and grabbed both of Ed's hands in his. Ed was about to speak, but Roy beat him to it.
"You, Edward," he said sweetly. Ed blushed. "Have the important job, that I will tell you later."
Ed glared at the man holding his hands. "Later? Dammit, Roy. I've been clueless all day and I still have to wait?" he sighed. "We at least get the same room, right?"
Roy's smile grew. "Yes. Two beds, naturally, but we can push them together."
It was then that the two alchemists realized the silence in the room. And all the eyes on them. And the raised eyebrows of the teachers was not promising. Roy coughed, let go of Ed's hands (which Ed whined a bit to), and turned to face the teachers.
"I assume that I will be sitting up there, with all you fine people?" he asked in his 'Fuhrer voice'. Some girls behind Ed giggled. Ed turned his head and glared fiercely at them until they stopped. He then turned back, only to find Roy gone and sitting up there with those snobby people. He was alone with the eyelevel pre-teens.
'Fucking bastard left me with these… these… people that I don't know. Dammit, I can't believe he just went up there, leaving me here. What a bastard.'
An old woman went up to the front and began to talk about more useless crap. Then, she began calling out names. Ed was, for the first time in his life, the first one picked. Now, normally this would be a big deal for Ed, but he seemed to know there was a catch.
"EDWARD ELRIC." The woman sounded annoyed, probably from calling his name more than once, so he went up to the front. He stuck his tongue out at Roy, and then stood in front of the old woman.
"Professor Dumbledore would like to talk to you after the ceremony has been completed. You and your… guardian… will talk about your situation in his office." She pointed to one of the long tables. "Sit there for now. It might give you a chance to… mingle." She turned away from him and called out the next name.
'Crazy bitch. Acts like Hawkeye. Damn.'
Ed sat down next to some girl with frizzy, brown hair. Just his luck; it was the girl from the train.
"So you're a student, then?" the girl asked quietly.
Ed rolled his eyes and faced the girl. (He had been trying to make eye contact with Roy, but that wasn't working out too well.)
"Do I look like a student to you?" he asked angrily.
"Well, you are sitting here." Said the red haired boy across from Ed. "So yes, you sure do look like a bloody student."
"Elric, huh?" the dark haired boy with glasses spoke. Ed remembered his name was Harry. "That's a new name. Why haven't you been at Hogwarts before?"
"None of your fucking business." Ed was not in the mood to talk, and the 'first years' were beginning to sit down, some of them next to him. He tried catching Roy's eye again.
"You certainly have an… interesting choice of clothing. What does that symbol on your back mean?"
'Why the hell are they so fucking nosy?'
"It's the symbol I've always had on my jacket. I'm an alchemist, so…" he noticed the shocked looks on the trio's faces. "What the hell is wrong with that?"
The three exchanged glances. The boy with red hair, (Ed recalled his name now- Ron) whispered something in Harry's ear. Harry nodded.
"Didn't an alchemist make the Sorcerer's Stone?" Ron whispered. Harry nodded.
"WHAT?" Ed was getting a little pissed. But luckily the 'name game', as Ed called it, was almost over at the front.
"You're an alchemist?"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Ed rolled his eyes. "I'm so small you couldn't even see me over the piece of chalk to make the fucking circle. VERY FUNNY!"
Ed decided he had enough of being kept in the dark. But then, that old guy had to go and talk again.
"Let the feast… BEGIN!" And (poof!) there was food everywhere.
"How the fucking hell..?" Ed's eyes grew wide, and he completely forgot about the unintended short comment.
"What?" asked the girl. 'Hermione. That's her name.'
"Is something wrong, mate? Looks like you've just seen a ghost." A smile appeared on Ron's face. "But that's normal, isn't it?" the three laughed. Ed was in total shock.
"What did you give up." He asked with a straight face. "The food just came here. What the hell did you fucking give?" Ed's voice was almost in a whisper. Roy glanced over to the freaking out alchemist.
"Give?" asked Harry. "Dumbledore just used magic. Duh. Anyway, what's the deal with Alchemy? It's a science, so why are we learning it? Magic's far more useful."
Ed's eyes were teary and his breath was shaky. "You have to give something. Something has to be given to obtain anything. Equivalent Exchange. Where's the damn exchange?" Roy excused himself.
Hermione had a worried look on her face. "You alright? You seem a little… confused."
Ed shook his head. "No. Magic isn't real. If it was, then we could've gotten the stone more easily. But so many lives… dammit." Ed's bangs were blocking the teary eyes from anyone's view. 'But he has his body back, and I got my leg back. But the fucking price… all those lives… dammit.'
"You don't look too good there. Come on, eat something. The food's wicked!" Ron tried to cheer up the blonde across from him. Roy took a few more steps.
"Yeah, uh… I'm sorry, but what's your name?" Harry asked out of the blue.
"His name is Edward Elric." Ed pushed back his bangs and smiled.
"P-Professor Mustang, w-what are you doing here?" asked Hermione.
Roy put a hand on Ed's shoulder. "I saw Ed was having a little trouble understanding everything. I thought I should help him out. Oh, you're Harry. Just the boy we're looking for." He was quick to change the subject, but didn't remove the calming hand from Ed's shoulder. Ed leaned to the touch.
"Yes, I'm Harry Potter." He said it very proudly. Like it was amazing to the alchemists that you lived, while your parents were killed. Well whoopdee flippin' do. So has Ed.
"Good. You'll need to accompany Ed and me when we go to talk with Albus." Roy slid his hand down Ed's arm. Hermione's eyebrow went up a few degrees.
Ed's past sadness was now filled with lust. He looked up into Roy's onyx eye, pleading the man to make an excuse for them to be alone. Thankfully, Roy got the message.
"So, Edward, I need to talk to you about something in private." He glanced at the other teens at the table. "We won't be too long." Ed stood and followed Roy to behind the teachers' table to a door, which Roy opened. He locked the door and smiled at Edward.
"Dammit, Roy." Ed said, walking towards the man. "You didn't have to do that in front of them."
Roy bent down and pulled Ed into a kiss. They parted for air, and Roy spoke.
"Oh, so you're telling me you didn't want me to come over to you?" he kissed the blonde again.
"Mmm," Ed pulled his head back from the older alchemist. "I just… ah… I didn't think it was wise to come and… ahh… get me so…" Roy's tongue came back from the teen's neck and back into his mouth.
"We should get back, don't you think?" Roy walked over to the door.
"But Roy…"
"Yes, Ed?"
"The food." Ed quickly remembered how the food had just appeared from nothing.
Roy sighed. "Edward, this is a place of magic. I thought you, being a prodigy and all, would get that. There is no equivalent exchange."
Ed pulled the dark haired man into a hug, his head resting on the toned chest. "But if there's magic, why did it take so much to make the… the stone?" his eyes were teary again. Roy put a gentle hand on the blonde's head and stoked his long hair, pulling it out of its braid.
"We can't do magic, Ed." He said softly. "So we make due with alchemy. They get to use magic. It's unfair, yes, but so is life." He lifted the small chin up so gold met onyx. "We need to except it, move on, and, honestly, get out of here before someone walks in."
Ed kissed Roy lightly and took his hair tie back. "Alright, but it still isn't fair."
Roy kissed Ed on the forehead before unlocking the door. "Life, Edward. Life is unfair."
Ed finished braiding his hair and walked out of the small room with Roy. A few teachers, including a greasy looking one dressed in black, looked at the couple, but then went back to their almost complete meals. Roy escorted Ed back to his table.
"What did you and Professor Mustang talk about for so long, Ed?" asked Harry.
Ed smiled. "Oh, he just explained magic to me." He glanced over to Roy, who was happily back at the teachers' table. "Magic," Ed said softly. "I know a little about it."
Once he had finished his dinner, Roy waited for Ed to finish before they went to the headmaster's office. Of course, they first had to find that 'Harry Potter' that everyone had been talking about. That was not an easy task.
"Where the hell could he be?"
"How should I know?"
"You're the damn teacher, bastard!"
"That doesn't mean I know everything about this place, Ed."
"Why don't we just ask one of the other teachers?"
"That's a pretty good idea, shorty!"
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL HE COULD GET SQUISHED MY AN ANT AND NOT EVEN FEEL IT BECAUSE HE'S SO SMALL!?!?!?!?!"
"I think it's this way, hun." Roy was getting good at changing the subject.
"What is?"
"Any room with a teacher in it. Come on."
Roy grabbed Ed's hand and the two went up to the nearest classroom-looking door. The elder of the two took a breath and knocked on the door, only to have it swing open.
"Nice going, Roy."
"Oh, shut it. HELLO?" no one responded, save for a cat, which meowed.
"Why'd you choose the room with no one in it? Damn, Roy."
"It is not good for someone so young to talk to an elder in such ways, Mr. Elric." A voice from the dark room said.
"I thought no one was in here, Miss. Uh… where are you?"
The old woman came from the dark (Ed glared at her) and went up to the taller alchemist.
"Are you looking for Mr. Potter, Professor Mustang?" she said. It was like she read their minds or something.
"Um, yes, actually. Do you know where he is?"
"Right here, sir." Said the boy with glasses. "I heard you say I needed to talk with Dumbledore too, so I…"
"Then let's go." And the three left to go have a chat with Dumbledore.
(A/N sorry if I'm getting a little OOC and lame. Late nights suck when you're hungry.)
"So, as you teach here, Professor Mustang," Albus said with his raspy voice. "Mr. Elric will be… protecting Harry?" Roy nodded in agreement.
"WHAT?" yelled Ed. He was comfortably sitting next to Roy (to Roy's right), who raised his eyebrow at Ed. "I have to fucking baby-sit. Great. I just finished baby-sitting Elycia, Mustang!" Ed whined, while the boy to his right was a little put off.
"I don't need a guard, professor." He complained calmly. "I can take care of myself, you know that."
The old man nodded slightly. "Yes, Harry, you can take care of yourself. But you also need more protection than normal due to recent events." He glanced over at pouting Ed. "And Mr. Elric here will be doing so."
"He's only 13 though, sir!"
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT HE COULD BE MISTAKEN FOR A KID BECAUSE HE'S SHORTER THAN A PIECE OF DUST AND COULD DROWN IN A RAINDROP!?!?!?!?!"
"Ed, sit back down, he didn't say that."
"HE SAID I WAS 13, ROY!" By this time Ed was standing, yelling at Roy, Harry was also standing, arguing with Dumbledore, and Roy was smirking and yelling at Ed. It was a very odd thing to hear. Plus, words that weren't meant to be said were, well, spoken.
"I'm sure he didn't mean it, Ed."
"I don't need a shorty to watch me, sir!"
"He did it again!"
"Yes you do, Harry."
"Damn, Roy! Do something!"
"Why don't I get like a cool spy guard or something?"
"Come here and kiss me."
"ROY!"
Ed's eyes were wide and his cheeks were matching with his red coat. Roy had his right hand behind Ed's head, about to kiss him. Harry's jaw was about to fall off, and Dumbledore had his mouth slightly opened.
"Well?"
Ed pushed the older man away gently. "You idiot. Look what they're doing."
The two looked at the gaping wizards. Harry kept blinking a lot, almost like some freakish twitch, and the old wizard had a slightly creepy smile on his face.
"Together, I'm guessing?" he asked, trying to break the silence. Ed sighed and sat down on Roy's lap.
"Yes. Yes we are." said the dark haired alchemist. He pulled Ed more onto his lap.
"Yeah, and we'd appreciate it if you stopped looking at us like we had 5 fucking heads!" Ed's eyebrows narrowed and he leaned against Roy's chest.
"A gay body guard. Great."
Harry was lucky Roy held Ed back from pounding him into dust for that last comment.
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Wow that took a while. It's 8 pages on word, so I hope that makes up for no updates. That's actually why I'm not updating- I'm trying to make 'em long. PLEASE REVIEW!!! I still don't know who the freaking DADA teacher is. And I wanna know…