Hello there/again~

Hehe, after posting the last chapter (that's chapter five for anyone who's... um.. really not paying attention or *cough* can't count *cough*...), it resulted in the highest views in a day~ (250), that was on the 22 Nov. Yay right? - it's late I'm feeling random it's just going to be something you'll have to deal with... or ignore.

Things have been moving a tad (okay, a lot) too slow for my taste, so I'm considering skipping a year, or even a month or so after Harry's adoption; what really happened can be displayed in flashbacks or something later.

To my reviewers:
Jostanos - I think we can all agree that Harry's probably best off with the Rockbells, but wizarding money speaks louder than... nice-ness? Well the wizards are hugely influenced by money and fame; let's face it if Neville had been the kid in the prophecy no-one would care or know about Harry (and he'd probably be better off too...)

Fluehatraya - Is it going to pick up steam soon... *hums* depends on the reviews for this chapter I guess... But once Harry's with the... *inserts something hidden here =) * the real main plot will really start (this part's more the intro than anything else, a pretty long intro...). Also, poor you, I know I'd hate to be called a vampire.

Another note on the spell-check; You know Bluebird's Illusion, the fan-made game for FMA, and the picture where Ed's dressed up in a dress and everything... 'Laciest Malfoy/Malformed', it somehow reminds me of a cartoon-y Lucius in a really frilly dress, one matching Ed's.

Disclaimer: I don't own either Fullmetal Alchemist or Harry Potter, although I wish I did.

Chapter Six – Awaken

Power sleeps within you.

If you give it form...

It will give you strength.

~ Kingdom Hearts

-England ~ Little Whingling ~ 4th Privet Drive-

Vernon Dursley was not having a good day, or even a good week for that matter. Twice that week, he'd come home today to find dirty dishes in the sink, and no mug of steaming coffee waiting, the Potter brat being absent both times. However, today was exceptionally bad; not only had it taken him exactly forty-three minutes and fifty-eight seconds longer to arrive home than usual (time is money, and promotions for that matter as well), but Dudley had been waiting at the table, fingering the tablecloth which was completely absent of food while munching on cold pork, liberated from the fridge. Obviously Petunia hadn't started making the meal yet, and most likely didn't plan to until the dishes were washed up.

Vernon snarled at the memory, attempting to twist his body out of the restraints. It was all the fault of the Potter brat. Had he been home at his usual hour, always a half-hour later than Dudley, the slacker, none of this would have happened. Petunia would not be bound next to him, staring up at their captors with wide, frightened eyes and uttering short high squeaks every now and then, nor would Dudders be tied cruelly, the thick rope biting harshly into his adorably chubby sides. Vernon couldn't understand it; what had his beloved son, wife and self ever done to anyone to deserve this kind of treatment? Dudders was ruddy innocent! No, he was quite sure that it was all the fault of the painfully scrawny and awkwardly stuttering boy who was mysteriously absent, although Vernon was sure that, even if he had been present, it would still be his fault.

'That stupid brat. We were kind enough to take him in, give him our beloved son's clothes, and yet he turns us in like this! He boy has a problem, he does. Staying so scrawny even when we give him more than enough food for someone his age to eat. And that stutter! Ruddy annoying it is.'

Vernon's attention was drawn back to the situation at hand when he noticed one of their captors walking towards them, reaching under the long black robe he wore.

Petunia's sharp, beady eyes darted about, taking in the milky-white and soft-seeming skin of someone who had hadn't known hard labour their whole life. Long strands of blonde platinum hair drifted forwards as the man produced a gnarled stick, at the sight of which she produced a short and impossibly high squeak. He twirled it expertly, and held it in a familiarised, grip, and flicked the end at Dudley, who began to transform before their very eyes.

First, his skin gained a pink colour, then his neck seemed to shrink in on itself, as his nose lengthened into a distinctly long snout with large nostrils. With a distinct feeling of dread, Vernon watched helplessly, unable to move or protest as his son transformed into exactly the creature that he had been consuming earlier. A pig.

"It shall be easier to transport them if they are unable to be recognised as humans." The hooded man spoke curtly, watching impassively as the once-human boy snorted around, snuffling for the faintest traces of food; his restraints having broken sometime during the transformation.

Petunia gave a sharp gasp, before lunging forwards towards the hooded man, who watched impassively as she grabbed at his robe, gibbering nonsense and looking up with terrified, pleading eyes. The sharp tug caused the hood to fall backwards, revealing a sharp, aristocratic face, every bit as pale, if not more so, than that of his hand. His silver-grey eyes held no mercy.

-St. Mungo's ~ First Floor-

Albus Dumbledore paused, his hand resting on the door to the ward. Light breaths could be heard from the room's only inhabitant and he felt something change in the atmosphere. His suspicions were confirmed a moment later as a graceful lynx phrased in through the wall behind him. It's mouth opened and it's voice was slow, deep and soothing. Unmistakably that of Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"Wizards at Privet Drive." The message was clear and concise, but somewhat vague. The patronus dissipated into a cloud of silver mist that expanded as it mixed with the air, leaving behind an irritated Dumbledore, although he hid it well. 'Wizard at Privet Drive' could mean any number of things; from fanatic fans of Harry Potter taking snapshots of his former home to Death eaters terrorising Harry's family. Either way, it wouldn't hurt to pay the place a visit, it was unlikely that Harry was about to wake any time soon.

-Malfoy Manor ~ Living Room-

Draco looked upon the human-turned animals curiously. Certainly the pig-weasel-bull combination looked quite strange, and took up so much space that there wasn't much else to look at; the Malfoy's way of acknowledging that the Dursleys were still human, despite anything else that biological tests might say, had been to grant them a rather large cage. He already had the distinct feeling that he didn't like the pig, which had already consumed all the furnishings in reach, and those that the ferret had pulled in for it. Not that Draco really cared about that, it was more that the large, elaborate cage was in his way. Separating him from the Honeydukes chocolate stored in the cabinet on the other side of the room. And as if that wasn't bad enough, the cage had been positioned so that it prevented the cabinet from opening, effectively cutting off his supply of sweets. And no one got between Draco and his chocolate.

The young Malfoy heir stormed up to the cage angrily, pointing a finger at the trio only to snatch it back as the pig tried to devour that as well. Neither talking, threatening nor bribing had worked so far, so he was on his last option; brute force. Carefully maintaining enough distance from the pig so he wouldn't lose a finger, he shoved at the cage. No movement, not even the slightest tremor. He heaved again. Still nothing.

Something inside of him snapped. It could have been simply because he had previously consumed nearly a kilogram of chocolate just that morning and wanted more, or because it was the first time he'd been denied something without even a compromise. But whatever the cause, it make him kick the cage hard, fuelled by childish rage and sugar-energy.

To his surprise, the cage lifted up into the air, and threw itself away, landing with a crash against the far wall, chipping the brick wall and denting the cage, which had bent sufficiently to allow the animals to escape. He paled and froze, unsure of what to do. After a second, he opened the cupboard, grabbed the remaining stash of chocolate and fled to his room. If anyone asked, he hadn't done anything. Hadn't been sneaking out to peek at the muggles, hadn't liberated some chocolate, and most certainly hadn't destroyed a new cage and set free the wizard-torturing muggles that his father had brought home just earlier that day.

Thankfully for Draco, even has his father known, he wouldn't have been terribly angry with his young son. Or at the least, he wouldn't have let it show. For Lucius was currently entertaining the media reporters.

"Yes, that's correct. We are Mr. Potter's closest blood-relatives who are able to provide him with the care and attention he shall require during his rehabilitation. I know many of you out there are considering that the Malfoys and the Tonks to be rivals, as both of us claim honestly claim close blood-relations with Harry, but consider this; do the Tonks, when it all comes down to it, have the resources with which to provide for this child? My family and I shall be visiting young Harry tomorrow, so please join us again them."

Lucius ended the interview, feeling quite pleased with himself. Even should the Malfoy house not obtain Potter, they would gain in both name and fame, possibly wealth as well, especially if they could sell exclusive interviews. The arranged visit to Harry Potter's ward was two days before media were permitted, giving them plenty of time to influence the boy.

It was ironical really, no other people had bothered to book up visiting sessions with the boy, although it was the only legal way to see him. He did suspect however, that the boy's finders had already visited him, and Dumbledore had snooped around the boy.

Lucius let a pleased smile show on his face as he strode through his mansion with long, confident strides. He turned down a corridor to outside Draco's room, where he heard the bewildering sound of his young son commanding Dobby to close a door. How odd; the door to his room was already closed.

He strode on, only pausing at the door at the end of the corridor; the storeroom. The silence was disturbed here, although it was most likely from the muggle-animals. It had been kind of him, really, to turn them into the shapes that their patronuses, had they been able to cast them, would have assumed. It was their 'true form' after all. He pushed open the door, admiring the high ceiling with it's marble pillars and polished mahogany ceiling stepping forwards with his apple-green Slytherin cloak swirling around him. The instant he stepped into the room, he was crash-tackled by a pig, which seemed quite determined to consume his silken cloak, and didn't seem adverse to slobbering all over him while it was at it.

It was a very disgruntled Lucius that left the storeroom five minutes later, cloak torn and tattered, pig drool lining his hair and deep scratches from the weasel's claws and the bull's horns. He was really going to punish whoever had let the animals out.

Well, I mentioned it up the top, but I'm considering a time-skip. Unless I get reviews asking me to not, it's what I'm going to go ahead and do. Randomly, who do you think that Harry's going to end up with and how will the win the court case?

Next Update: Most likely next Wednesday again (technically this was posted at 12:40 midnight.. so it's still 12 and not one... very debatable-y still Wednesday... very debatably...

EDIT: Next update will be late; I was waiting for reviews and stuff before writing *cough*took-a-long-time-to-decide-and-not-enough-time-writing*cough* . In any case it'll be the normal procession of events.