Everlasting
By LadysWords

Previously on Everlasting:

It was another week before he spoke with the headmaster. He had made the other staff suspicious, not that he was really surprised by that. 'Though there is one more thing I have to see to' he thought to himself as he took a path that was decidedly more empty than most. The school always seemed like a labyrinth to him. It was large enough to get lost in for a week if you were not careful enough. Making sure he'd paid attention to the corridors and the moving stairs he quickly navigated to a certain section of the castle. Later, as he approached the room he had been searching for he found it already open. He blinked in surprise as he heard raised voices... both seemingly distraught. One of the voices he had heard was sounded harsh, the other was obviously Quirell. "Do not fail me this time!" he heard the harsh voice state.

"I-I understand, M-master." he heard Quirell stutter.

'Master?' he thought. 'What is going on? Who on earth is he speaking to?'

"You said that last time. One more time Quirell, and that'll be the end of you, you know very well what I am capable of!"

"P-please -" he heard Quirell stutter once more.

"Silence! We have ourselves a guest."

Ed gulped, 'How did the person know of my presence?' since he did not recognize the other voice he was a bit fearful of who he was about to intrude upon, and he crept up and quietly entered Quirell's office. He frowned as he saw the man who usually wore a turban; it was on the ground now. Then he glanced around the room and saw no one was there. 'Well the man couldn't have had suddenly left' he frowned.. " Professor Quirell, might I have a word with you-?" He asked the man, though had stopped as he heard the disembodied harsh voice. He couldn't help wondering where the voice had originated.

"Welcome Professor Elric, you should know better than to intrude on other people's conversations."

He finally found his answer as Professor Quirell turned around.

Chapter 7: Pieces of the Truth

"Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events."

-Adrienne Rich

A blinding green flash suddenly filled the room, and then he fell and hit the wooden floor with a dull thud. He heard the Voldemorts' disembodied voice cackle.

"Fool. You shouldn't have had interrupted."

Everything abruptly went black. As it did he heard nothing, and he saw nothing.

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He heard two shots rip through the air. Silence reigned for a brief time. Then he heard running feet, and chaos. He opened his eyes and he saw a black haired man dressed in a blue military uniform clutching him… His eyes widened, the man was holding him, at the same time trying to hold back blood. He looked around, it seemed like he was on a stage of some sort, he thought it might be a celebration of something and then looked around once more at the yelling blue men. It was a chaotic scene to say the least. He heard sirens and more gunshots, but for now he could only focus on the man yelling at him for his stupidity; for knocking him down…taking the bullet that was meant for him; for playing the hero, as usual.

"That isn't…that's me?" he mumbled to himself, shocked beyond words, considering he had no clue as to what was going on and why there was a sudden change of scenery...It was understandable for him to have that reaction. 'How am I-wait don't tell me that I am -' He glanced down at himself. He was not at all solid. He was, in fact…transparent. He heard the man still yelling at him, though others joined it.

"Edward!" he heard a girls voice yell, and the denial was evident.

"Fullmetal! Don't you dare die on me! You have orders not to do die. Do you understand?"

The man, he thought to himself, still had high hopes for him surviving, despite the massive blood loss. 'Stupid' He looked at his own body, one of the shots had been embedded in deep within his stomach, and the other one had skimmed his skull, which was bleeding freely. He saw that the man kept trying desperately to get him to stay awake, to keep him alive. "No!Full-!"

The memory that he was witnessing became dull all of a sudden. The voice became more distant and sounded like it was playing on an old record player. He no longer understood anything. Soon enough he felt himself slipping once more, and the darkness soon over took him again.

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'What was that?' he thought, 'I was .. a spirit?..Why was I able to see my self..?' Though it was a bit late remembered a conversation with his father that he had.

1917, England.

The air was chilled, from the coldness that time of year. Yet, it was not the weather that made him feel cold. The sudden chill that had run through his veins had been the result of the truth that his father had told him. "I don't exist." he repeatedly said, far to stunned from the sudden explanation from his father. As such, he was too shocked to form any brilliant words about it. "I don't exist?" he yelled, once more, though this time a bit louder in denial. Not that the man before him had blamed him.

"Haven't you wondered why no one can see you besides us wizards?" his father questioned him. "It's because it's only your spirit that's in this world…. However, your physically body is still on the other, with any luck your spirit can return to its body."

Ed just wondered...mumbled. "How is it that I am still…here?"

"Because I used half of my philosopher's stone, that I had created with a friend of mine. In other words, you're here on borrowed time." His father took a deep breath. "You need find a way back, in time."

"In time?"

His father nodded. "Yes, before, your spirit completely vanishes in this world, you must find a way back to your own."

"How long do I have?" he asked him, hoping that his father would know.

"I have given you borrowed time for now. I don't know how much exactly, but long enough hopefully."

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He slowly recovered the memory of his past. Though he was not able to recall all of it, it was a start to the mysterious situation he had landed himself in. He groaned as he heard the voice cackling still. 'Damn, I still have to deal with this madman?' he thought sourly. 'So, another soul has been sacrificed for me? It must have been, since that was the killing spell.' He had once again used up another portion of his bought time on this place called earth.

"It is going to take more than that to kill me, Quirell." He informed the lunatic.

Then the man turned once more, this time a little too slowly, as if he were almost entranced by his words. Though, when Quirell fully turned, he smirked, "Unlike, you I have already achieved immortality." He should have realized that he should not have said that before a man seeking immortality.

Authors notes: It's alright Parrot Post!This chapter holds some explanation! I won't break the books into different stories-it'll be all in one!

Edited by Kanathia

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