Authors note

Hello everyone,

I don't own any of the characters; I just created the story line.

I have never done this before.

So let this be Attempt 1.

Chapter One: Were Entropy Begins

Other than the steady sound of the rain, the funeral was a quiet affair.

Only two people showed up.

In all honesty, it surprised Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore that that was the case.

Most days, when he left the house, the paparazzi would be there. After all, the daily prophet had a field day with what had happened last June, When Harry and Cedric returned to the quidditch pitch after disappearing from the triwizard tournament.

Albus's hand shook slightly at the memory.

"Just like old times, eh?" he asked the boy to his right.

He was met with silence. Then the boy spoke:

"It's stupid isn't it? I can't seem to bring myself to hate him now that he's gone."

"That's not stupid at all." Albus replied.

First Voldemort's return, and now this?

Albus's hand shook again.

He looked over to the boy next to him.

He looked the same as he did all those years ago. The cold eyes. The dishevelled long blond hair. The slight tilt he had, in an attempt to keep his weight off his left leg.

The red coat.

"It doesn't feel right for me just to leave you on your own. Even though you had your differences, I know that you worked with him for almost 50 years. Not to mention it's going to be impossible to live in the muggle world on your own, looking as young as you do." Albus stated calmly.

"You calling me short?" The boy huffed.

"I said no such thing," Albus replied.

"I know you're used to teaching children who look my age, but don't forget I'm older than you, Al," murmured the boy.

"I never will, Edward." Albus stated. "But even so, I don't think you should be on your own."

"This is just a ploy to drag me into that stupid magic war of yours, isn't it?" Edwards snarked back as he turned to gaze at his younger brother.

"Of course not," Albus said.

They both looked back at the gravestone.

The sound of the rain filled the silence before Albus spoke again.

"I know you have nowhere to go in the muggle world. And with his…passing, I just don't think leaving you to yourself would be best. With the war in the magical world starting up again I have a headquarters, if you can call it that. A safe house. You could come and stay for as long as you like, brother."

"You haven't changed, Alphonse." Edward stated.

"I go by Albus these days," he replied with a smile.

And with that, they started trudging through the rain.

Away from the gravestone, which read Van Hohenheim.