DISCLAIMER: I OWN NEITHER HARRY POTTER NOR FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST!

Chapter Twenty-Four

Madam Pomfrey immediately came and got Ed to the hospital wing, McGonagall following after them after Vanishing the blood on the floor. Once in the hospital wing, Pomfrey lay Ed down on one of the beds. She looked at Ed's head wound and tsk-ed.

"His skull has been cracked it seems," Pomfrey analyzed.

"Will he be all right?" McGonagall asked.

"I'll be able to fix it, but I don't know how -" Pomfrey started.

Pomfrey was cut off by Dumbledore and Snape coming into the hospital wing.

"What happened?" Dumbledore asked.

"Edward has been attacked!" McGonagall said.

"Preposterous," Snape drawled.

"It's true, Albus, Severus," McGonagall insisted. "I heard him screaming all the way from my office!"

"Is he going to be all right, Poppy?" Dumbledore asked.

"I'll be able to heal him, but we'll just have to wait until the morning," Pomfrey said as she tended to Ed. "I want to have him in here for the rest of the week to make sure he'll be all right."

"His Fuhrer will be furious," McGonagall said.

"That's if we decide to tell him," Snape drawled.

Pomfrey healed Ed's head and face injuries and magicked him into pajamas.

"I'll have Dobby take care of getting Edward's clothes clean," Dumbledore said, taking Ed's clothes from Pomfrey. "Dobby!"

With a crack!, Dobby appeared.

"Yes, Headmaster?" Dobby asked.

"Will you get Mr. Elric's clothes cleaned, Dobby?" Dumbledore asked kindly.

"Yes, sir," Dobby said, taking Ed's clothes to wash.

With another crack!, Dobby disappeared. Dumbledore turned to Snape and McGonagall.

"Minerva, go inform Miss Rockbell and Alphonse," Dumbledore requested.

McGonagall nodded and done as told. Dumbledore turned to Pomfrey.

"Don't let anybody but Mr. Elric's friends and Alphonse and Professor Curtis see Edward," Dumbledore ordered.

"Yes, sir," Pomfrey said, nodding and then going to her office.

Dumbledore turned to Snape once again.

"Can you delve into his mind to see what had happened to him?" Dumbledore asked.

"Don't you think that would be dangerous, Headmaster?" Snape asked.

"Not if you're careful," Dumbledore cautioned.

Snape nodded and faced Ed. He drew out his wand and said, "Legilimens!"

Snape saw Ed making out with Winry and then some in the room of requirement and changed to where he saw Ed going into the common room and up to the fifth year boys' dormitory where Harry was flailing around. Snape saw Ed going to Harry after dropping his books and helping Harry out of the bed curtains. Then everything went black. Snape got out of Ed's mind.

"Well, Severus, what have you seen?" Dumbledore asked.

"He needs neutering," Snape drawled.

Dumbledore smiled.

"He's just a normal seventeen year old boy, Severus," Dumbledore said. "Did you see anything else?"

"Not much," Snape answered. "He went into the fifth year boys' dormitory and saw Mr. Potter flailing around in the bed curtains. It went blank after that. In order for me to get the memories, I would have to delve deeper, but he would be of no use to anyone then."

"I see," Dumbledore said, no longer smiling. "Somebody didn't want him to know something. Go get Harry. Take him to my office so I can question him."

"Yes, sir," Snape answered.

Snape left the hospital wing and went to get Harry. Dumbledore looked at the passed out/sleeping Ed.

"What did Mr. Potter tell you, Edward?" Dumbledore asked.

Then Dumbledore left the hospital wing. When Dumbledore got back to his office, he saw Harry sitting in one of the seats in front of his desk. Dumbledore went behind his desk and sat down.

"Is Ed okay?" Harry asked.

"He's going to be fine," Dumbledore said. "Do not worry. Though, I want to know why you haven't been practicing Occlumency."

"I've been trying, Professor!" Harry protested. "I'm not trying to dream about Voldemort or what he does!"

"Calm down, Harry," Dumbledore said. "Professor Snape was trying to see into Edward's mind, but all he saw was Edward going into the boys' dormitory and helping you get free of the bed curtains. What did you tell him, Harry?"

"Hem, hem," a voice said.

Dumbledore looked up and Harry turned around to see…

"What are you doing up at this time, Professor Umbridge?" Dumbledore asked.

"I was told that there were students out of bed," Umbridge said.

"Yes, on my authority, Dolores," Dumbledore said.

"Well, I'll just take Mr. Potter back to bed, shall I?" Umbridge asked. "Mr. Potter surely needs his rest for classes tomorrow."

Dumbledore didn't say anything. Then…

"All right, Dolores," Dumbledore finally said. "You may take him back to bed. But I would like to see you in the morning."

"Yes, sir," Harry said.

Then Harry stood and went with Umbridge, angry that Dumbledore was letting Umbridge keep him from telling what he had seen. Instead of taking Harry back to Gryffindor Tower, Umbridge took Harry to an empty classroom and shut the door behind them.

"What are we doing in here, Professor?" Harry asked.

Umbridge went to the front of the class and looked back at Harry across the dark room. Then Umbridge transformed into the person with the palm tree hair.

"You can come out, Lust," the person called out.

The person called Lust came out of the shadows and stood by the person who called Lust's name. Harry couldn't believe his eyes. The person named Lust was a woman with long, wavy black hair, purple eyes, and had a revealing black dress with black gloves. She had a tattoo on her chest. She also had bright red lipstick.

"Envy, did you really have to use that ugly teacher's form?" Lust asked. "It was so disgusting."

"It was the only way that I would be able to get Pothead away from Dumble-dork, Lust," the person, Envy, said. "I didn't want to look old."

"Well, you looked old and ugly," Lust said.

Envy was a person who had palm tree like hair, a tight tank shirt that showed its midriff, a skort, gloves without fingers, and a headband with an upside down triangle. Envy also had a tattoo on its left thigh and also had purple eyes. Harry backed up to the door, but Lust turned her right index finger and middle finger into lances and speared them into the door behind Harry on either side of his head.

"Not so fast, boy," Lust warned, walking forward. "Do you know why Envy got you from that old man?"

"Professor Dumbledore may be old but -!" Harry started.

"Ah, ah, ah," Lust said. "Don't interrupt me, Mr. Potter."

"How did you know my name?" Harry asked.

"We know everything, Pothead," Envy said, sitting on the desk and grinning. "We got you because you can't tell Professor Dumbledore about your little dream about Wrath and Voldemort. Oops, did I say Wrath? I meant Fuhrer Bradley."

"You know about the dream?" Harry asked.

"Of course we do, Harry," Lust said, retracting her fingers a bit. "Mm, you're so cute. It would be such a shame to kill you, but we have our orders not to."

"How do you know about the dreams?" Harry asked.

"We've known about them for quite some time," Envy answered. "It was Father who interpreted them and told -"

"Envy, don't or you'll spill the secret," Lust interrupted. "Now, Harry, when you go to that old man's office in the morning, tell him that you cannot remember anything or you will be very sorry. I'm sure Ronald's mother would be heartbroken if she heard news of an…unfortunate Quidditch accident, now wouldn't she?"

"But Dumbledore -," Harry started.

"Ah, ah, ah," Lust said, closing her fingers so that they would be an inch away from Harry's neck. "What did I tell you about interrupting?"

Harry gulped.

"Now, do I have your word that you will not tell anyone what you dreamt?" Lust asked.

"If I don't agree?" Harry asked.

"Then we will get rid of entire London, including what was it, Envy?" Lust said.

"Grimmauld Place," Envy answered. "Where your loving godfather and your werewolf buddy lives at."

Harry gulped again.

"Now, do I have your word, Harry dear?" Lust asked.

"Ed will remember and tell his teacher!" Harry burst out.

Envy laughed.

"No, he won't, Pothead," Envy said. "I made sure that he won't. Now, if you tell Dumbledore, we will kill everyone you know. Even your little bird. Now, do we have your word?"

Harry nodded.

"That's a good boy," Lust said. "And don't even think about telling the FullMetal Alchemist's girlfriend or little brother, all right?"

Harry nodded again. Lust retracted her fingers and patted Harry on the head.

"Mm, you're going to make a woman very happy one day, that's if you're lucky enough to live past your sixth year," Lust said. "All right, Envy, take him back to his dorm or whatever you want to call it."

"All right," Envy said, getting off the table and transforming back to the form of Umbridge. "Let's go, Pothead."

Then Envy went to Harry and Lust and grabbed Harry by his upper arm. As soon as Envy and Harry were gone, Lust crossed her arms.

"Oh, why do people have to live in such a horrid climate?" Lust asked herself. "It's really bad for my hair."

Envy took Harry back to the portrait of the Fat Lady and then left. Harry said the password and went into the common room where Al, Winry, Hermione, and Ron were waiting up for Harry.

"Well, what did Dumbledore want?" Ron asked.

"Just wanted to ask me what happened," Harry answered.

"Well?" Hermione asked. "Did you tell him about the dream?"

Harry looked at Ron, who had suddenly looked at his nails.

"No, Professor Umbridge came in and told me to come to bed," Harry said.

"What dream?" Winry demanded.

"It was about -" Ron started.

"It was something stupid," Harry interrupted.

"If it was about something stupid, then why was my brother attacked?" Al demanded.

"It was by a Slytherin, Al," Harry lied. "Slytherins like to gang up on people and take them out. Especially since Ed and I ratted their dads out. I'm going to bed."

Then Harry went up to the fifth year boys' dormitory. Al and Winry went up to the dorms as well, not even wanting to talk to Ron or Hermione. Up in the fifth year boys' dorm, Al quickly undressed, put on his pajamas, and went to bed, angry that Harry lied to him. Al pulled his bed curtains shut and tried to sleep. Harry wanted to tell Al and Winry, but he knew that Lust and Envy were serious. Ron came up a moment later and looked at Harry with concern.

"You all right, Harry?" Ron asked.

"Not really," Harry answered.

"Why didn't you want to tell Al and Winry about your dream?" Ron asked.

"I can't," Harry replied. "And it's best that you and Hermione forget about it too."

"Why?" Ron questioned. "Aren't you going to talk to Dumbledore about it in the morning?"

Harry didn't say anything.

"Harry?" Ron asked.

Harry looked at him.

"Is something wrong?" Ron asked.

"I think we're going to be in more trouble than the Order thinks we might be in," Harry said. "That's all I can say."

"You mean about the Fuhrer guy being in cahoots with -" Ron started.

"SH!" Harry shushed. "Don't say anything else, Ron, or we'll get taught!"

"What do you mean?" Ron asked, his face white.

"You don't want to know," Harry answered. "Now, don't tell Hermione. Just tell her that we were forbidden to talk about it."

Before Ron could ask anything else, Harry got into bed and drew his bed curtains shut around him. Ron gulped. He got ready for bed, got into bed, and drew the bed curtains shut around him. In his bed, Al was laying awake. He was shocked at what he had found out. Half of him was glad that he overheard while the other half was wishing that he hadn't found out.