Chapter 2: Wizards and Unforeseen Changes

Albus Dumbledor looked on at the young boy Minerva had found earlier that day. They had brought him to the hospital wing in order to make sure he was alright first. Now all they had to do was to wait for him to wake up so they could ask him some questions.

He was small, but that was expected coming from how young he looked, and was wearing clothes that were not only a few sizes too big for the blonde, but also strange in their own right.

The clothing he was wearing was all black with splashes of what appeared like dried blood and torn in many places. Though what had intrigued Albus when he had first saw the boy was the cloak. Red and flowing, almost like wizards robes but easier to move around in, there on the back of them was his old mentor's symbol. The Flamel Cross.

Madam Pomfrey burst through the doors and immediately was at the young boy's side once she caught sight of him while still forcing the headmaster out of the room till she was done.

She fussed and did her thing until she announced him healthy, though with a lot of various wounds and said he'd have to rest and to wait for him to wake up naturally. She also mentioned something quite interesting about the boy's anatomy, that some of his limbs were made of metal, but that was something for a later date.

Seeing as that was probably going to take a while Albus sat down by the bedside and waited.

He actually didn't have to wait long. As soon as Pomfrey came back in and asked idly to herself, "I wonder how the such a small boy could get so hurt." the boy practically flew off the bed and yelled quite loudly in some foreign language that even he didn't know of.

They all kind of just stood there for a while in shock, the two magic users because of the boy's actions and the boy himself for not knowing quite where he was at the moment.

When all seemed to grasp the situation at hand the boy lowered himself back on the bed and waited for the other two to say something.

Quickly recollecting himself, Albus sat straighter and gave the young blonde a friendly smile. "Hello there, do you speak English young man?"

The boy, they've really got to find out his name, scowled as if offended by the question, so in a slight accent (German maybe?) he said, "Yes, of course I can vou old coot."

The smile stayed on the headmaster's face as he asked his next question. "Good, what is your name lad?"

"It iz rude to not introduce voursef old man" the boy told the bearded professor with the same attitude.

Quickly assessing that the boy in front of him was extremely stubborn, Dumbledor knew that he wasn't going to get much out of the boy if he didn't go along with him for now. "Very true, very true, my name is Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where you happen to be currently, now would you be so kind as to let me know your name now young man?"

The boy twitched, though for it being that of hearing the great headmaster's name or something else entirely was unknown. "My name iz Edvard Elric, now vhy am I here?"

This boy 'Edvard' or as he assumed it was actually 'Edward' wasn't giving much away and seemed to actually get more information out of hime than the other way around!

Dumbledor smiled his patented 'grandfatherly' smile and answered, "One of my professors had found you unconscious in the snow right outside the village close to here and had me help get you here. A young boy like you shouldn't be out in such cold weather, especially if they are injured like yourself."

Ed twitched once again at being called young, 'though,' he thought, 'everyone he meets is probably considered 'young' to an old geezer like him.' At the mention of being injured he looked down at his being only to pale and almost yell in shock. He was young! He couldn't be any older than ten or eleven by the looks at how his body was!

Just to make sure he ran a hand through his hair to check its length. He hadn't cut it since his mother had passed so it would confirm his suspicions if it was still relatively short. It was.

Taking in a deep breath to calm himself, Ed looked back up to the twinkling blue eyes of the professor in front of him. He felt a slight prod in the back of his mind, like someone was poking his brain and scowled. Legilimens, his mind supplied him.

He was slightly surprised he knew that, but he just passed it off as one part of the mass of information Truth had given him of this new world.

Though Truth's knowledge apparently didn't go so far as to give him specifics like how to do such a thing, just what it was called and what it did. Like how Truth's information about the 'light' and 'dark' sides that had been stuffed in his brain and he had already known the name of the bumblebee* in front of him, but pretended not to. The headache that went with just knowing was a pain too, no pun intended.

When Ed looked into his eyes and the voice of Truth (or should he say the many voices?) spoke into his mind that he could trust the man in front of him. Truth had given him this task so he could save this world so he knew that, for all his many riddles and games played on him in the past by the being, he could listen to him just this once.

"I won't pry about your injuries Edward, or about your metallic limbs," Ed went still at the mention of them, "but could I ask you some questions?" The aging professor asked soothingly.

Always being the smartass Ed piped up a, "Vou just did." But added a quick 'alright' as an after thought.

So the afternoon was spent with Q's and A's while munching on the sandwiches that Poppy had the house elves make while they had talked.

Ed had given as much information as he could while still staying out of personal areas like family, unwittingly giving off the impression that they were dead, and the more sensitive areas of the battles against Father, the Homunculi and Scar.

Mainly he was able to tell the wizened wizard that he was from another world, what he did in that world and vaguely how he had arrived here.

At the end of all of that he had expected the old man to throw him out, he was surprised that the man had given him a sad smile and told him that he could stay at the school for the rest of the summer and that if were able to wield magic like he could alchemy then when he turned eleven he could join as a student as well.

He had stared at the man, unsure if he was joking, which was strangely similar to how he stared at Truth earlier that day, and smiled slightly. "Alvright, I could do zat." He told the man in the same stubborn tone he had used on him earlier that day.

Dumbledor smiled as well, why wouldn't he? He had a talented genius under his roof who could give him a nice bout of banter every now and then. The next seven years are definitely going to be interesting.

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Hunny: YAY! I got this chappy done! I was literally forcing this out of me! I had a huge writers block on this chapter. Don't worry! Next chapter shall be done next weekend! I promise! I plan on doing a whole 'update once or twice every weekend' kinda thing so yeah~!

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