Author's Note: I do not own FMA, Harry Potter, or their characters. This is AU and set during the fifth book.
Old Acquaintances
He was on the ground again. This was beginning to be a habit. Roy blinked, trying to get his eyes to focus. The last thing he remembered was countering the fire that had been shot at him. There were more people in the alley now, but that didn't matter. Where was Hawkeye? He had to make sure she was safe. He attempted to sit up as he peered through the now crowded alley.
A flash of blond hair caught his eye. A familiar woman slumped against the wall across from him. But this wasn't the Riza he knew. The last time he had seen this girl was a decade ago when he left his teacher's home the first time. The only thing that hadn't changed was her eyes. They still held the look of one who has seen far too much in their life. Those mahogany orbs met his, and suddenly she was moving.
Roy scrambled to his feet in time to catch her. Her arms went around him, holding tight, and he could tell that she was doing her best not to panic. He could understand that. She looked seventeen years old again. And given the way she was staring at him, Roy had the sinking feeling that he too was looking younger than his true age.
There were other people trying to speak to them, but Roy's focus was narrowed to the woman in his arms. She ways doing her best to stay calm, but he knew Hawkeye well enough to know she was close to panicking. Their lives in the military had never been what one would call normal, but this whole experience was far enough out of the normal weirdness of their life that it was unsettling her. The only reason he wasn't panicking himself was he had Hawkeye to focus on.
"Calm down, Hawkeye. It's going to be all right." He didn't know that for sure, but he'd do his damn best to make sure she at least was safe. "We can do this."
She took several deep breaths. "The scars are gone. It's complete."
That explained part of her worry. The sum of her father's research was dangerous, and before he had scarred her, it could have been used to turn her into a living weapon. Riza might be extremely deadly on her own, but that was by her choice. Her father's array could and would take any choice on her part out of the question if used.
Roy took a deep breath. "We'll deal with it. First, we need to figure what happened."
Hawkeye nodded. She slid from his arms to take up her normal position at his side. The others in the alley were watching them. They too were dressed in odd robes. The one of the taller men with a beard stepped toward them.
"You seem to have found yourself some trouble, children." The man gave them a kindly smile.
Roy bristled at being referred to as a child, and that smile didn't make him any likelier to trust the stranger.
"And just who are you?"
There were frowns and odd glances among the others in the alley.
"I'm Albus Dumbledore, and I think we may want to move this conversation to a more private location."
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