Author's note: Hey I'm back, after a week… you know what that means? No of course you don't. It means that I will try to do weekly updates. Probably won't work but who knows? Let see how this goes.

I'd kinda want a few more reviews this time with more criticism because, hey I know I'm awesome (that or I'm crazy) but I know this story needs more work. As long as it's constructive I accept it. Thanks

I'm listening to Starkid music while I'm doing this. Probably isn't the best idea for writing a drama …

If you don't know what they are you aren't a true Harry Potter fan. (Or you hate musicals) even if you are though, you should still watch their stuff.

I do not own Ed. *sadly starts crying* Or Roy, *starts weeping intensely* or Harry *shrugs it off and sighs* Yeah that's right I don't own this. If it's on this site we don't own it. How many times am I going to type this before they realize that?

Chapter 2

Roy POV

Ed, that idiot. He was sick the entire week he was staying with me and he didn't even say anything. He only coughed a little… I mean… a lot. I'm such an idiot for not noticing. His high fever was giving him nightmares and if he woke up he might hallucinate. He looked like a scared little kid.

I also hadn't really given much thought of to how he hadn't been eating much. I had guessed it was because he wasn't exercising as much, but that wasn't really it. He had been starving himself. I lifted up his shirt, I could see his ribs, and all the scars. His battle scars, his automale scars, and then there were the ones he couldn't see. His emotional scars of his terrible past that I did nothing to stop. It is my fault that we're in this mess. If I hadn't convinced him to become a State Alchemist then he wouldn't have been hunted by scar, and his brother would still be here.

"Al," the words were accompanied by, I'm sorry or no, give him back. I really couldn't picture him this way. Even now it was hard to believe it and he is sitting right in front of me. The only way I could imagine Edward was strong, sarcastic and extremely annoying. But now he was pale and gleaming with sweat. I unconsciously started stroking his hair. What was this feeling? He might have felt like this for Riza, but that was strictly professional… mostly. (1)

"Ed, wake up." The blonde boy didn't stir.

"Edward Elric get up or I'll have you court marshaled." Still nothing. I was starting to get agitated.

"Hey, Pipsqueak, get up."

"Who are you callen' small?" Ed's weak reply was an obvious indicator to how sick he was.

"You need to stay awake for a while so we can find out what's wrong with you. Okay?" I spoke softly.

"Why?" his question was whiney.

"Because if you go to sleep without eating you might not wake up! You can't starve yourself in punishment for what happened to Al. You can't leave all the people that are still here."

"But Al, he was all I lived for. Getting his body back was my life goal. He was stuck in an empty shell for a body. He couldn't feel, he couldn't cry, he couldn't sleep. He didn't feel human! He was my reason for living, anything else wouldn't be big enough."

"So you want to die?" I asked, shocked.

"I wanted to die when I wasn't doing anything to bring him back. At that time I wasn't thinking clearly enough to try human transmutation. So yes I wanted to die." His voice was indifferent.

"Ed how could you be so selfish? What about the people that are still here that care about you? What about me or Hawkeye or my team? What about Winry?" I asked angrily.

"Win-ry? I-I- I didn't think about her," he stuttered quietly.

"No you didn't Fullmetal. How could you be so stupid? Others need you, you can't die." I rose my voice, he winced.

"But Al needed me and I wasn't there. I watched him die and I couldn't do anything!" he argued. His voice wasn't rising which worried me a bit. He was always so loud.

"But we care about you. You need to think before you act." I sighed.

"I'm sorry," he looked like he was about to cry. "Hey, now. It's okay," I reached out and pulled him into a hug. I didn't even realize that I had done it. It surprised me, but what surprised me even more was Ed returned the hug. He was quietly sobbing into my shoulder. It's progress form the past week, before this he just bottled it up, but it was still strange. I stroked his hair as his sobs quieted to sniffling, then to nothing. I realized that he had fallen asleep.

HP POV

Six teenagers were gathered around the door of the newcomer's room. "Can you hear anything?" asked Ginny. Fred wacked the end of the end of the extendable ear, words were coming out but there were in some strange language.

"Well this is pointless," Ron stated.

"Yeah lets go," Ginny agreed.

They all piled into Harry and Ron's room. Ron and Harry were sitting next to each other on one bed and the girls were sitting on the other bed. Fred and George were standing by the door.

"So they said there really here to kill Voldemort."

"Do you actually believe that?" The twins interrupted each other.

"Well, I don't really know. They seemed pretty sincere." Harry answered unsurely. "If he was trying to piss me off he did a pretty good job, but if what he said was true…I don't know," he trailed off.

"Well I'm going to go ask him."

Roy POV

I realized he had fallen asleep. No, "Ed, Ed, wake up. Fullmetal wake up, that's an order!" The boy didn't move. The door opened and a girl that had been in the room earlier when Ed was talking to those people. "Go get Molly," I begged.

She didn't look like she understood me, I mentally slapped myself. "Molly," I said slowly. Realization dawned on her face and she ran out of the room.

HP POV

Without a word she ran to get Mrs. Weasley. "What is it dear?" she asked surprised at her out of breath appearance. "It's that boy." Was all she needed to say.

"Sirius come here." She yelled.

"What?" Sirius sleepily walked into the room. Molly was wetting a washcloth.

"Get Severus and Poppy." She said without looking up.

"Why do I have to get Snevelus?" Sirius whined.

"Don't worry Molly I'm here. What do you want?" Snape asked as he strode into the room. "Get a translation potion and give it to Mr. Mustang." She said not missing a beat. "Get Poppy Sirius. NOW!"He didn't need any more encouragement. He bolted to the fire Snape following closely behind. Molly ran to Ed's room. Hermione (being the nosey girl that she is) followed closely behind.

Mustang was still tiring to get the young blonde to wake up. Mrs. Weasley silently placed the washcloth on Ed's head. Roy looked up, face distraught and murmured his thanks.

Minutes later Snape strode in and in an agitated manor, shoved a potion in the Flame Alchemist's face. Roy eyed it wearily picked it up and, reluctantly, drank it."What is that?" he asked, looking from Snape to Mrs. Weasley. "A translation potion. We can now understand each other." Snape sneered.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Like magic, a potion." Snape said slowly.

"I am not a child. Do not treat me as such. What kind of alchemy is this? Translations, what is equivalent?"

"It's not alchemy it's magic." Mrs. Weasley tried to clarify.

"Whatever, I don't care right now. Ed hasn't eaten much in the past week. He's suicidal, sick, and is a very violent person. Do you have anything to help?" 'Okay, that came out wrong' thought Roy.

"Well, umm." Mrs. Weasley stuttered. Hermione was just as shocked as Molly. Snape's eyes widened a bit but his sneer kept Molly's unknowing a new face appeared.

"Where is the patient?"

Roy got up and gestures to Ed.

Madam Pomfrey rushed to have a look at him. "He has a terrible case of the flu and malnourishment. Because of this it's hard for him to stay conscious. He needs rest and fluid, but the sickness won't allow it to stay in his system for very long." She said after a moment of observation.

"Can you do anything?"

We'll give him fluids every two hours. For now that's all I can do." Her voice softened.

"Can you do anything about his nightmares?" Asked Mrs. Weasley.

"I have a dreamless sleep draught, but in order to give it to him we'll have to pin him down. He's in his nightmares and thinks they're real. Any contact will cause a violent reaction." "Okay then someone's going to have to hold his legs while I'll get his arms." Roy instructed.

"I'll do it but why do you get the easy job? His arms have got to be easier to con-" Sirius was cut off by Mustang. "I gave you the easy job. If Fullmetal comes in contact with anyone dangerous while awake he transmutes his arm into a blade. He does it so naturally he brags he can do it in his sleep. Well I found out the hard way that he can."

"What do you mean?"

"Now isn't the time. If I know half of what's going on in that kids head no one should have to see them. Let alone in their sleep." Roy yelled.

"Fine. On three okay?" Sirius sighed. Roy nodded in agreement. "One, two, three." They both dove for Ed. The reaction was indeed violent. Roy almost let him get his hands together but stopped him at the last second. Surius got kicked away in his attempt but came right back. He succeeded after the second try. When Ed was completely secure Madam Pomfrey rushed forward and yanked his jaw open.

Moments after the potion was in the thrashing stopped and the screams quitted. Everyone let out a sigh of relief.

"You have some explanations to do sir," Sirius muttered. "When he kicked me I thought my ribs would break. What is he superhuman?"

"No, but you're close. I'll tell you his story but don't pity him. If you do he'll probably kill you. Oh, and this story is a long one so call anyone you want to hear it. I won't repeat myself." Everyone stared at him, surprised looks on all but one face. Madam Pomfrey's. "I suspected as much. You don't see night terrors like that very often."

Nobody spoke a word as they all walked into the kitchen. Molly went to call the order back. They were quite mad especially Moody.

"We just finished a meeting, why have another?"He complained.

"You'll see." Mrs. Weasley took it upon herself to control Madeye.

Even the golden trio was allowed to listen to this meeting. They were surprised at what they saw when they got into the room though. They saw the strange black haired man sitting at the end of the table and Moody pointing his wand at his head.

"So why does your colleague get Voldemort, huh? How can he think he can waltz in here without giving us any proof if what he says is true?" Roy only rolled his eyes and said, "Fullmetal is a bit eccentric. I you want answers I'll answer them to the best of my ability but listen to the story first. Now sit down." His tone was so commanding that Moody sat down without anymore complaint. (Mostly.)

"All right Mr. Mustang was it?" asked Dumbledore asked. When Roy nodded he continued. "We would like to hear your story; so If you would be so kind?"

"Of course. Get comfortable. This is a long story and I won't repeat myself. The first time I meat Ed was in the small town of Risenbool. When that day came it was because we were looking for the alchemists said to be living there that were very skilled. We didn't know they were just children and went to their house. When no one answered we let ourselves in and searched the house. We found their basement floor covered in blood and flesh. A large transmutation circle was under the mess and I knew what it was. He and his brother had attempted the ultimate taboo. They attempted human transmutation."

"Sorry to interrupt but could you explain more about alchemy? We aren't very well acquainted with this form of magic." Dumbledore said.

"Alchemy isn't a magic. Alchemy is the science of understanding the structure of matter. The steps are comprehension, understanding what the object is made of, deconstruction, breaking it down, and reconstruction, forming it as something else. We have three basic laws. One is no alchemist is allowed to turn led into gold. We shouldn't create chimeras though there are those that do, and no one should ever attempt human transmutation."

"Excuse me sir, but what is human transmutation?" Hermione asked loudly.

"Human transmutation is the art of bringing back the dead."

There was a gasp from everyone except Dumbledore.

"Yes, Ed and his brother attempted to bring back their mother. To say it went wrong would be an understatement. Ed lost his leg. His brother, Alphonse, lost his entire body. Ed gave up his arm as payment for his soul and bound it to a suit of armor. For four years he stayed in that armor. During that time they went hunting for the philosopher's stone to regain their original bodies. Ed joined the military at twelve for the libraries that only State Alchemists have access to.

Being a state alchemist is not an easy feat. You have to be the best out of everyone that applies, and you have to know how to fight so when war time comes; witch is a lot in Amestris, you become a weapon. They call you a dog of the military. You aren't easily liked, but Fullmetal." He laughed, "Fullmetal became a hero. They called him the alchemist of the people."

"Why do you call him Fullmetal? And why does he have all of his limbs if you said he lost them?" Sirius asked.

"I call him Fullmetal because that's his title. Every alchemist has a title, mine is the Flame Alchemist because I specialize in fire alchemy. He's Fullmetal because of his limbs and he specializes in metal alchemy, though he can do most types. Our current Fhuer has a twisted sense of humor. His limbs are automale. His nerves are connected to metal ports in his arm and leg. Because his brain is still sending signals he can move it like any other limb."

"But that would be, like getting hit with the cruciartis curse." Madam Pomfrey gasped.

"No anesthetic, no numbing. You have to fully awake for it otherwise it wouldn't work. It lasts for six hours."

"That would drive anyone insane!" gasped Lupin.

"Yeah and he went through it twice."

Another gasp was shared around the room.

"Around a month ago a serial killer made himself known. We call him Scar. He only targets state alchemists and killed more than ten of us so far. A couple of weeks ago he targeted Ed. Al saved him, but at the cost of his life. Before that he killed Alphonse he destroyed Ed's arm and his port. The rest of us got there in time to save Ed's life. What happened after that you can probably figure out on your own.

He had the automale surgery again. Then he fell into a deep depression, trying to kill himself several times, then after all that he learned he tried human transmutation again. That's how we ended up here I'm guessing. The price of Al is killing Tom Riddle, so that's what Ed will do.

But that just when I met him his story actually starts a few years before that, with his dad leaving…"

(Insert Ed's life story up to Scar's attack. (I'm too lazy to write it out))

Everyone was in shock after that speech. Harry was by far the most though. How could someone have a worse life then he had? He hadn't thought it possible, yet here was the evidence. Right here.

"At this time we call Tom Riddle Lord Voldemort." Dumbledore informed Roy.

"Really? Voldemort? Why doesn't he just wear a name tag saying 'please make fun of me'? I've known rocks with scarier names than that." The Colonel laughed.

"Like what?" Ron asked.

"Briggs." Roy answered, then shivered at the thought.

"Why is that scary?" Hermione asked.

"It's not so much the name as the thing it represents." Refusing to talk about the subject anymore he turned away.

That broke the tension, everyone was laughing now.

"So you call a guy with an already stupid name something stupider? What's next Lord Moldy Shorts?" came a voice from the doorway.

Everyone turned to look at the voice.

"Edward Elric you should not be standing. You should be resting," yelled Roy and Poppy simultaneously.

"Shesh, don't bust a lung. I was hungry."

"Hungry?"

"Yes, do I have to spell it out for you?"

"Elric go lay down or I will have you court marshaled."

"Don't give empty threats, or I'll leave you behind when I go back."

Mustang lifted his hand, "I could burn you. That's not an empty threat."

Ed gulped, "You wouldn't."

"Try me."

"But I'm hungry," Ed complained.

SNAP

"OH SHIT, I'M GOING," Ed started running but tripped and fell over.

"Mustang I really hate you."

"That hurts Ed," but the blonde alchemist didn't hear that because he was unconscious again.

"Can someone help me lay him on the couch?"

"Uhh, I'll do it," Lupin volunteered.

Once Ed and Roy left the Order started talking.

"How do we know that story is true? They could be lying for all we know." Moody yelled.

"But as it happens I can confirm what they say is true." Dumbledore said calmly.

"How?"

"Von Hohenhiem, that's his son. I know it."

"The Von Hohenhiem?" Molly whispered.

"Yes the one who helped you and Flamel make the Philosopher's Stone."

"But wouldn't his kid be older?" Hermione asked. Everyone turned to stare at her, "Well," she was blushing a bright pink, "Von Hohenhiem is older than Dumbledore right? Wouldn't his kid at least be an adult, right?"

"Well Ms Granger I suppose you would be right about that. I'll have to contact him and we'll see."

"Now?" Molly questioned.

"I guess so." Dumbledore got up from his seat and called Hohenhiem's name into the fire. His face appeared irritated. "What is it Albus, I'm in the middle of ground breaking research." (2)

"We'll we have an Edward Elric here and-"

"I'll be right there."

Seconds later a very frantic looking man walked out of the fireplace. He had long blonde hair pulled into a pony tail and a long beard. His silver glasses were in front of his golden eyes. He was wearing a brown vest over a white button down shirt and brown pants. He looked like he was from a different era or a very smart muggle.

"Where's Edward?" he asked.

Authors note:

Whoa, that's cliffy.

1. He doesn't love him in that way, I hope I made that perfectly clear in the last chapter.

2. He doesn't actually have research to do. He's just too lazy and fed up with Dumbledore and the Order.

I don't know if Ed's sickness thing is true. (The medical part) I'm just wingin' it.

Just so everyone knows; I really don't have the entire storyline down yet. I mean sure I have vague ideas but not word for word. I'm typing this as I go. It's really more my style. Normally it works for me.

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