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-speaking in Amestrian-

"Actually, it's horrible...Philosophers Stones are made from human souls."

"Human souls?" gasped Hermione. "Dumbledore used human souls to-!" Ron gave her a quick jab to her stomach with his elbow, trying to shut her up before she said something stupid. The damage had already been done however, for both the Elrics were looking at the trio curiously.

"What did Dumbledore do, Hermione?" Edward asked.

"It doesn't matter anymore. That was like, six years ago," Harry said quickly, trying to cover for Hermione. "Please, just continue."

"Oh, I don't think so. I would like to hear what Dumbledore was using them for," said Al, seemingly innocent. He already had a good idea what she had started to say, but would've rather of heard it from them.

"Well...it really isn't that big of a deal. It happened in our first year. Please, just drop it," Hermione pleaded, not wanting to upset them further. This statement, however, only succeeded in making them angrier.

"Just tell us, Hermione." Edward growled, his eyes closing in irritation. "You know we're not going to give up, and besides, if you don't tell us, then we won't tell you anything else."

"..In our first year at school, we learned that Dumbledore had...had created a Philosophers stone, with his friend, Nicholas Flamel.. " Hermione started hesitantly, looking to Harry and Ron for help.

Harry noticed her silent plea, and spoke up. "Voldemort wanted it, and he manipulated one of the teachers to get it. Hermione, Ron, and me, we all tried to stop him. Although, Ron and Hermione didn't make it all the way to him..."

"Harry stopped him though!" Ron said when Harry trailed off, looking at his best friend with a somewhat proud look on his face.

"What happened to the stone?" Edward asked.

"When I woke up in the hospital wing, Dumbledore expained to me that the stone had been destroyed, claiming that it was better that no one be tempted again," Harry finished nervously, waiting for the brothers' reactions.

After a moment, Al asked, "Who did you say Dumbledore worked with? Nicholas...?"

"Nicholas Flamel. He was the original creator. Along with his wife, the stone was used to keep them immortal." Hermione answered. "Although, I think after the stone was destroyed the two of them... passed on. That's what Dumbledore told us, anyway."

-Edward...- Alphonse started, noticing that his brother wore his 'thinking face'. -What are you thinking?- A moment passed before he answered his brother.

-Al, who do you know that is immortal? Who also has an immortal wife?[AN-1] And, who do you know that needs a Philosophers Stone to stay alive?- Edward asked his brother. Realization dawned on Al's face when he figured it out.

"Dad..." he breathed, thinking about the possability of it being him.

"Guys, you wouldn't happen to know where we could find a picture of Nicholas, do you?" Edward asked with a sudden urgency. When no one answered, he sighed, a bit aggitated. Instead of waiting any longer, he began making his way over to Hermione's beaded bag. "Where do you keep the books?"

"Ri-Right side. Why?" Hermione answed, still a bit shocked at the sudden eagerness he seemed to have. "What are you thinking?" He didn't answer, but reached into the bag, searching for the correct book. When he brought out one, Ron surprisingly recognized it immediantly.

"You still have that book? Isn't that the one from the library?" He mumbled, mostly to himself. However, Hermione seemed to have heard him, and sent an angry glare towards him.

"Of course I did. I wasn't sure what'd we need. Besides, it's not like I took it without permission, I asked Madam Pince if I could borrow it over summer break. She told me it was fine as long as I returned it," Hermione explained. "And even though I didn't return it at the beginning of the year, I technically will be returning it."

"This is the book you used in your first year?" Edward asked, shoving the book towards them. "Show me the part with Nicholas." Instead of questioning him like she had originally intended to, she began searching for the pages that held the required information. It took a few minutes, but she finally found the page requested.
Pushing the open book back towards Edward, she pointed out where the small paragragh of information was, then sat back, waiting for some type of explanation.

The picture on the page was old and faded, but it was enough for the Elrics' to confirm their suspicions. The picture had long ago stopped moving, for some unknown reason, although it still showed that it was indeed Hohenheim, who was slightly different; his hair slightly longer, and age written clearly in his face. Not the physical kind, for as long as he had the philosophers stone he was immortal. No, it was his eyes that looked old, showing the wisdom and pain that he held after all of his years alive. Along side him was the one and only Dante, her face pulled into a strained smile, her eyes clearly unhappy with the situation she was in. [AN-2]

"So he was in this world longer than I thought," Edward mumbled to himself, deep in thought. His father had been there for him when he first passed through the gate, but he hadn't been able to locate him the second time when he came back with Alphonse.

A clearing of the throat brought him back to reality. The trio sat there with questioning gazes, trying to be patient as they waited for the brothers to explain. Finally, Harry spoke up.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" He asked, his voice unusually quiet. When Edward nodded, he waited a moment, giving them a chance to explain.

It took a moment, but Al finally gave them an explanation. "This...this was our father," he said, pointing to the picture. "The woman was our...step-mother, I suppose. You were correct when saying they used the philosophers stone to stay immortal, although you did get his original name wrong. That isn't really your fault though..." he trailed off, going silent one more.

"...He really was a bastard," Edward said suddenly, earning a gasp from Hermione.

"How could you say that about your dad?" She asked, shocked.

"He ran away, Hermione. He wasn't there when mom died. He could've helped her, but he wasn't there," Edward said coldly. "You know what he told me, when I found him? He told me he regretted not staying. That he wished he would've been there for us after she died, but that doesn't change the fact that he wasn't."

"Brother, just stop," Alphonse told him, sighing. Edward would have went on forever about their father if they would have let him. "He was okay in the end, you said so yourself. He helped you, didn't he?"

"...Well, he did help me get back to you..." he answered reluctantly, hating to admit that Al was right.

"See, he wasn't all bad," He replied with a small smirk.

"So, uh, now that we've established that...can we continue?" Ron asked, resting his head on his arms, getting comfortable. Edward, however, had other ideas. He stood up, and stretched his arms, before turning back to the group.

"Let's finish tomorrow, it's getting late, and we're going to need our rest," he said, earning a couple of nods in agreement. After choosing who would begin the watch that night (Al), they all said there good-nights, and slipped underneath their sleeping bags for a somewhat peaceful night.

Sorry for ending it so abruptly, but I didn't feel like ending it with a cliffhanger. I'll probably go back and edit later, but it's like 10:30 at night, and I'm really tired (probably my fault though...) So, Review, please. I would love you forever and beyond if you even gave me two words xD

AN1: Technically, Dante was his first wife, and she was immortal.

AN2: I'd like to think that she was only with him for use of the philosophers stone. And, yes, I know she wasn't originally in the anime on our side, I just thought it would make it more interesting.

Disclaimer: ...Do you really think I own them..?