Author's note: I like pie

Edward grumbled to himself. It had been almost a week he'd been in the hated cellar. Everyday he'd been brought meals by a woman named 'Tonks', her sad eyes kept diligent watch on him, along with the greasy man. They'd taken to letting him out late at night to clean up and walk around, though they kept their sticks pointed outward, not directly at him but in view.

Of all the things Ed had witnessed thus far, the sticks were the most strange, and were thus the reason he'd not been able to escape. The alchemy they created was fascinating, though the former alchemist suspected red stone involvement considering the lack of equivalent exchange. Edward Elric had none the less be unable to flee his imprisonment, and every time he tried he was knocked unconscious and left in the dark until his next meal.

The language barrier was decreasing, but slowly. Ed knew Tonks' name, and simple commands for his captors. 'Toilet', 'thirsty' and 'fuck you' were high on his list, and he used them frequently. The old man had not visited Ed again, though the former alchemist hated the presence of the greasy man, who's name he did not know and only seemed to watch him.

Right now Edward was alone, between meals and dreadfully bored. It really didn't help that his body ached, from sitting all day underground(though he had been brought blankets, which helped slightly) as well as the fact that his body was growing. His bones ached as he made up all the growing he hadn't done while he'd been lending his strength to Al's body beyond the gate. It was exhausting. All he knew was that he'd taken to doodling circles on some paper he'd been brought, though he could do nothing to activate them (Edward stared at the paper, trying to feel the familiar hum of alchemy inside his chest. He clapped his hands and stared at his palms. Nothing...). Nothing new, just simple transmutations. Changing the shape of the matter, converting a liquid to a gas and so on. Child's play.

Tell tale signs of foot steps approached and Ed tensed despite the week worth of example he shouldn't. He could harbor no trust for these people, he was an obvious prisoner and he had no idea why. Tonks descended the stairs, holding a tray of food. From what Ed could smell it was eggs and bacon. The scent filled the small room.

Ed watched the woman move carefully, filing away all the information he was learning for plans in his escape. She was obviously sad, and had progressed further towards depression as the week had gone on.

Neither of them spoke as she offered him the food, Tonks body curled in on itself.

"Vhy are yov bein'k da sad?" Edward asked brokenly in her language, which surprised Tonks. The boy, Edward rather, had barely spoken but to swear at them and demand something, yet despite his accent, he seemed to have spoken. She looked down at the blond haired boy.

"I didn't know you could speak English Edward, that really would've made all this much easier-"

Ed held up his hand to stop her from talking. "Leernin'k. Neine fazt if yov pleeze." While Ed had begun to grasp the language, he was in no way perfect in it. Despite his prodigy status, he still needed time to decode things. His golden eyes watched the woman carefully, with her mousey brown hair and deshevelled clothing. "Firzte, qvestion haz for yov I."

Picking up a piece of bread, Edward tore into it and put it in his mouth, chewing carefully. "Vhere iz heare?" he asked, popping another piece of bread into his mouth.

Tonks straightened. "You're in the English countryside, I can't say anymore than that as to specifics."

Ed mulled over what she's said, working over the words he didn't know until he understood what she's said. "Vorde againe. Englizhe. Vhut englizhe? Plaze, langvage?"

Tonks stood still for a moment, before answering. "English, you know, Britain, the United Kingdoms, Europe..." Something about Ed's gaze was off putting to her, a lack of any recognition that made her worry. How had he never heard of Europe? "I have to go now Ed, you enjoy your meal." She said quickly, hurrying out of the cellar before he could say a word to stop her. She needed to find Dumbledore.

Harry had just finished his onion soup and been told about Mr. Weasley's promotion, and was now looking at the clock which told all of the Weasley family's fates. The clock had always intrigued him, though he thought Mrs. Weasley was wrong in thinking it was broken, and he began to tune out the motherly woman's rambling about her husbands new job.

"Oh!" Molly exclaimed. "He's coming!"

Harry turned his attention to finishing his bread as the couple went about their door questioning (Harry tried not to chuckled at the 'Mollywobbles' comment. He'd make sure to NEVER mention that to Ron...). Mrs. Weasley quickly referred him to bed, and without question Harry went to sleep in Fred and George's room, his body feeling heavy with the weight of his night and thoughts of Slughorn as the next DADA teacher.

Mr. Weasley looked at his wife tiredly, then to the clock. He sighed as he picked up his bowel of onion soup. "I don't suppose you know if Tonks had already brought that boy his meal?" The red haired man asked, his eyes becoming pensive. He did not in any way shape or form like Edward, but his recent promotion had kept his mind mostly elsewhere.

"He has a name Arthur, and yes, she did." Mrs. Weasley sat across the table from her husband, folding her hands in her lap. Before she could open her mouth again, a wispy white shape sank onto the table, its shifting form speaking in the voice of one Albus Dumbledore.

"I am terribly sorry to inconvenience you at such a late hour Molly..." it whispered from its shifting beak. "But I must ask of you the use of your kitchen, we have yet to reclaim our previous headquarters and I'm afraid we must question our dear guest."

For amount neither of the couple spoke, weighing the danger for the children within their custody. Arthur placed his right hand over his wife's, his eyes locking with hers. "He would not ask if there was no other options..." He whispered. Molly Weasley sighed, defeated.

"Yes Dumbledore, that would be alright."

"Splendid, I will be up in just a bit."

Sorry this took so long and for the length. Have fun