Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction ❯ Fullmetal Alchemist : A Summoning ❯ Weapon ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Ice Vixen X 
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Drama / Comedy / Adventure | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 10.03.2009 | Updated On: 10.03.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 465 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Fullmetal Alchemist Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Drama / Comedy / Adventure | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 10.03.2009 | Updated On: 10.03.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 465 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist. They belong to J. K. Rowling and Hiromu Arakawa respectively.
AN: IMPORTANT : I fell in love with the stories that have Ed with a German accent and although I am not the first to use the idea, I couldn’t see him any other way. For translation of Ed’s German sentences, here is a useful and free online translator. ( http: //translation2 .paralink. com/ ) Just remove the spaces. That said, I will only be writing a minimum amount of words with the accent just to remind you how it should sound in your mind. (Mostly the letter w will be changed) I don’t want to completely kill his dialog with misspelled words to get the accent across, so you’ll have to use your imagination a bit too... ^_~
~Ch 2 - Weapon ~
In the country side of Germany, six shadowy figures approached an old decrepit castle. As the light of a half moon shown upon them their true identities were revealed. Albus Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley, Mad-Eye Moody, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Mundungus Fletcher made there way through the ruins of the courtyard cautiously. They had to be extremely careful for one wrong move could spell disaster for their cause. Thanks to their informant, one Severus Snape, the Order had received word of Voldemort’s latest plans. They had amassed a rather large infiltration unit in less than twenty-four hours, but surprise was the best element for a successful mission. The group of twenty was scattered around the premisses and approaching from all sides.
Apparently the Dark wizard had come across an old text from around the time of the muggle’s World War II that would allow him access to an unknown destructive force. It was to be a great power, the likes of which the world had never been seen... or so the text had said, but as it was of muggle origin there was no telling what exactly the outcome would be. Severus couldn’t give them any further details because he wasn’t a part of that particular event. However, if the dark lord had put as many people on the case as the potions professor had suggested, then it could only be assumed bad for anyone who stood against Voldemort.
The group led by Dombledore was met with surprising little resistance. Other than a couple of guards posted near the outer wall of the compound, no others had stood in there way. It wasn’t until they were near the center of the castle that any activity could be detected. The Order’s wizards came upon a large circular room with many tiers. Across from Dumbledore’s group, another team entered the area and the aged wizard held a finger to his mouth and then pointed to the opening in floor of their level. All those present carefully made there way to the edge of the pillared walkway. As they looked up they saw the faded remains of a written spell in the form of a circle. Only Dumbledore had a good idea what the angular lines and ancient scripture truly meant.
Dumbledore’s quickly snapped his line of vision downward. On the tier just below their own was a large, dead, basilisk and just below that was an exact replica of the circle on the ceiling. From where he was standing, the headmaster could make out the figure of someone in a blue uniform laying face down in the middle of the alchemic array. That is when he heard the dreadful hiss of a voice and the man that was once known as Tom Riddle stepped into his line of vision.
Lord Voldemort stormed into the circle with his robes flaring in an angry manner. “What the hell is This!” His subordinates flinched from their places among the pillars, knowing that a failure ment their punishment. Voldemort walked up to the ‘ultimate weapon’ he had summoned and kicked it. The blond boy was violently flipped over with the force of it and made an unconscious grunt of pain. “I ask for a power to win this war! A weapon to crush those who stand against me and what do I get?!” He yelled, turning in all directions to make sure the scattered underlings all saw his look of utter hatred at their failure. He sneared in disgust as he turned back to the young man on the floor. “I get a half dead soldier boy...” He pulled out his wand. “Lets make that dead soldier boy...” Pointing the tip of the murderous stick at the defenseless blond he yelled his favorite curse. “Avada Kedav...” But he never had a chance to finish the spell as a voice boomed down from above.
“Expelliarmus!” Yelled Dumbledore. The wand was flung from the dark wizards hand and the man threw a surprised expression upwards that quickly melted into a look of unadulterated hate. Time seemed to slow as the two locked eyes, but a soon as Mad-Eye called the charge, time flew back into overdrive. The scene was complete chaos as death eaters met order members in a clash of dark and light. Spells flew from want tips and clouded the air with the heavy feel from so much magic being used in one area.
Voldemort had his wand back in hand and went on the attack. His target... Dumbledore. The aged wizard had messed with his plans for the last time and he was going to make sure the old fool died. Dumbledore hadn’t moved from his original spot, so the dark lord flung himself through the air via magic and landed on the same ledge as him. “Now you die old man.” He seethed and pointed his wand at the headmaster.
On the ground floor, Mad-Eye and Tonks stood on either side of the unconscious young man as an explosion from the top tier shook the castle to its very foundation. Chunks of rock fell around them as they warded off curses from the enemy. “Nymphadora, get rid of that bloody reptile so they can't use it again! I’ll take care of the boy.”
“Don’t call me Nymphadora!” The bright red haired woman yelled over her shoulder as she went to do exactly as she was told. With a flick of her wand and a muttered spell, the large serpants body caught on fire. The glow from the blaze lit the combatants with and crimson hue and smoke started to fill the inclosed space.
Alastor bent over and threw the bloody, and surprisingly heavy, boy over his shoulder. With one last look around at the winning battle, he disappeared with a loud crack. A huge blue explosion from above caused a large boulder to fall in the exact spot they were in not a moment before.
-
Another loud crack emanated on the street outside of Grimmauld Place, London. After making sure the coast was clear, Alastor crossed the street from his hiding spot. Going through the necessaries, he quickly made his way into number twelve. He made his way directly to the dinning room and the worried voices. He flung the door open with a boot, scaring the occupants half to death. With a quick wave of his wand sent the assortment of cups and miscellaneous what nots to the other end of the long table. He laid his injured occupant on the now cleared table and heard loud gasps.
“Oh my...” Started Molly Weasley with her hands up to her mouth in worry, but she was cut off by the loud voice of her youngest son.
“What the bloody hell happened to him!” Ron yelled in shock.
“Ronald Weasley! Watch your mouth.” Yelled his mother.
“Both of you out!” Yelled Mad-Eye to the two teens before turning his attention back to the blond on the table.
At that moment Sirius rushed into the room. “What’s all the racket about?” He asked anxiously, thinking something had gone wrong with the mission. It only took half a second for his eyes to land on the table and what rested upon it. He rushed over to Alastor’s side to help in any way he could. He glimpsed at the boys face before turning to the veteran auror. “He’s not one of our’s, so who is he?”
That was the last thing Ron and Hermione heard as Mrs. Weasley hurried them from the dinning room and up the stairs. When they reached the bedroom Ginny was in, Ron turned to his mother and stopped her before she could leave. “Who was that mum?”
Mrs. Weasley sighed. “I don’t know, but all of you had better stay here until I call for you.” With that she closed the bedroom door. The two teens were about to start talking to each other, but a pop and a squeak sounded from the hall. The door opened up again and Molly lead in the twins by their ears. “And you too stay in here two!” She yelled at them for scaring her and then quickly closed the door.
“What was all that about?” Asked Ginny, who was still sitting on her bed holding a book she had been reading. The twins flopped down on another bed and also looked at them expectantly.
“Well,” Started Hermione, “Mad-Eye showed up...”
Here Ron cut her off and spoke excitedly. “...and he threw a blond dead bloke on the table!”
“Ron!” the brunet scolded. “He wasn’t dead,” she said sternly. Then her eyes softened in concern. “But he was really hurt.”
“Yeah,” continued Ron, “He was all bloody and unconscious.”
“Wicked, it wasn’t...” Said Fred.
“...one of the Order?” finished George.
“No, I heard Sirius say so before we were shoed away.” Answered Hermione.
“I wonder what exactly happened on that mission?” said Ginny more to herself.
A few moments later, they heard the sound of the front door opening and they cracked their own door open to see who it was. They all struggled for a moment to each get a spot at the door for their own face until the twins ganged up on the others and took over the job of watching. “It’s Dumbledore and Dad...” Said George.
“...Tonks and Lupin too.” Informed Fred over his shoulder before turning back to watch. The twins waited for the adults to head into the dinning room before motioning for the others to follow them into the hall. Fred smirked and held up an flesh like string and revealed the extendable ears. “Let’s find out what’s going on.”
The ear dangled by the door containing the order members and the sound of their voices rang out through the other end. The first thing the teens heard was Dumbledore’s ever calm voice...
“...don’t think he’s a death eater, but there is one way to tell for sure. Sirius, would you check the boys left arm?”
“There’s no need. I’ve already checked, but I found something else that might interest you when I removed his jacket to check for injuries.” There was a the sound of a couple footsteps and the swish of material being moved. This was followed by another loud gasp from Mrs. Weasley. “My god! What has this poor boy been through?” Questioned the kind hearted mother.
“It explained why he was so heavy.” Commented the bored voice of Mad-Eye.
"What do you think is wrong with him?" whispered Ron.
“I think I need to step out for a moment.” Said Molly. The sound of a door opening came through the ear loud and clear, but before the twins could pull the listening device away they heard a... “What in the....” and an angry yank ripped the ear from Fred’s hand. Mrs. Weasley silently stormed up the stairs and made the teens go back into the room. The extendable-ear confiscated and a charmed door later, the group of students would just have to wait to find out the old fashioned way... if they were told at all.
Back in the dinning room, the order members were standing around the metal-armed young man. “Well, it looks like he's wearing a military uniform, but I’ve never seen one like it before. Is it a German muggle one?” Asked Lupin.
“No, I don’t believe so.” Answered Arthur, the resident muggle expert.
“Do you think he was some kind of human sacrifice for a dark spell?” asked Tonks.
“I’m not so sure that’s the case, but we have to take into account that the dark lord was going to kill the young man.” Started Dumbledore, but before he could add anymore to his thought, a loud groan came from the blond and he started to move.
“Look, he’s waking up!” Declared Tonks.
-
Edward was in a world of hurt. That was the first thing he realized as he came to. His mind was in agony and his body felt like he had been hit by a train. He raised his flesh hand to his head and groaned. He then flinched as someone very near to him yelled. At first he was annoyed at the idiot for making his brain hurt worse with the loud noise, but his eyes shot open in frightened realization. I know that language... He thought in a panic as he tried to sit up. A gentle hand held him down and Ed turned to look into the kind eyes of an elderly man with a ridiculously long beard.
“Calm down friend, you're safe now.” the man said reassuringly, dropping the hand from his shoulder, but keeping eye contact.
Edward furrowed his eyebrows. He had to concentrate for a moment to decipher exactly what had been said to him. After all he hadn’t used that particular language in almost three years. After he realized what the man said he relaxed only slightly as he laid his throbbing head back on the table. Why, why am I hear again? He asked himself confusedly. Then it came back to him. Al... He closed his eyes and sighed. Equivalent exchange, just like the last time I saved you. He suddenly bolted upright against the protest of his injured body. All the people around him pulled out sticks and pointed them at him, but he ignored them. He was staring at his automail. “Das Tor nahm sie nicht?” He muttered in a surprised voice as he flexed the metal hand. Why didn’t it take them this time?
“He doesn’t speak English?” He heard someone say and he looked in the direction of a woman with shockingly pink hair.
“Of course not,” came the gruff voice of a man with... an automail eye? “We did get him from Germany.” At that they began to cautiously lower the sticks.
Riiiiight... thought Ed as he watched the action suspiciously. “Uh, excuse me,” Struggled Ed softly at first. “...aber, vhere am I?”
They looked at him with slight surprise, but no one answered him for a moment. Then the smiling face of the old man filled his vision and he gave him his full attention. “You are in London, England young man. Other than that, I’m afraid I can’t tell you anymore for the moment.” As Ed’s eyebrows furrowed in annoyance he continued on. “All your questions will be answered in due time, but for now we will have to ask you a few of our own.” He said looking deep into golden eyes. “Is that alright with you?” He asked kindly.
Ed crossed his arms and legs as he stared at the man with suspicion. He wasn’t sure exactly how they found him or how he ended up in England, but he supposed he wasn’t going to get any answers unless he played nice. “Vhat do you vant to know?” He asked slowly.
The man’s smile widened slightly and Edward could have sworn he saw a twinkle in his eyes. “Does the term 'death eater' mean anything to you?”
“Vhat?” Ed said with a raised eyebrow.
“No? Ok, how about magic?”
“Magic does not exist.” Dead panned Fullmetal. The other people started whispering and he heard a word he wasn’t sure of. Muggle...I don’t remember if I learned that word or not. He thought to himself as he looked around, but his attention was drawn back to the old man as he spoke again.
“I see... Well then how about.... Alchemy?”
Edwards eyes narrowed and he jumped to his feet in a fighting stance atop the table, ignoring the spinning sensation of his head. “Who are you people?! Are you with das Thule Society?!” He yelled, pointing an angry finger at the elderly man. The only one of which hadn’t drawn out a small piece of wood again. It was the the door opened to reveal another woman, who stopped in shock at the sight before her, but wisely kept her mouth shut.
The old man’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Excuse my manners, I am Albus Dumbledore.” He replied calmly. “And I can most certainly assure you that we are not in league with the Nazi party.” At this some of the other’s turned to each other with inquiring looks. “However, I do believe you are a little confused. Please sit down and we will talk this over calmly.”
“I don’t believe you, Opa.” Ed said through clenched teeth. “Vhy else vould you ask me about it?” He said accusingly.
“Let me ask you one more thing... What year do you believe it to be?”
The question threw him off guard, but after a quick calculation in his head he answered warily. “1926, Vhy?”
“He’s a time traveler?” Asked the pink haired girl to no one in particular.
Ed’s eyes shot over to her. “Vhat?” But it was the ‘Opa’ that answered him.
“A time traveler Mr....?”
After a moments pause he answered. “Elric, and I heard vhat she said. Vhat I vant to know is vhy she said it.” He growled out.
“That is because, Mr. Elric, it is the year 1995.”
Edward’s eyes widened as his tense posture turned into an unsteady waver. “Vhat?” He asked rhetorically, but as the man kindly answered again, Ed was thinking to himself. I shouldn’t be surprised. If the gate leads to a whole new world where the years were slightly off anyways, then it’s no big surprise the gate just dumps me off where ever and when ever... As that thought passed threw his mind, he was suddenly struck with another strong bout of dizziness. Apparently in the excitement he had failed to notice how badly weakened he was from his injuries. As his vision blurred and he felt himself falling off the table he heard someone yell something, but didn’t stay conscious long enough to feel the impact.
Lupin stood with his wand pointed at the blond, who was now floating in mid air, and looked questioningly at the headmaster. “What in Merlin’s beared is going on Albus?” He directed his wand so the boy rested on the table again.
“It seems we will be having a new guest amongst our ranks.” Said Dumbledore with a contemplative look. “He was telling the truth, that much I’m sure of, but he needs to be looked after until I have a chance to confirm my suspicions.” He turned to Mad-Eye. “You can set up a guard for him, but I would like him to remain her to rest and recover for the time being.” He immediately headed for the door, leaving behind a group of rather confused looking witches and wizards.
- - - - - - - - - - -
IVX: Yay, Edward is back on earth and in the hands of the ‘good guys’. Hope my way of explaining the crossover was original and to your liking. I have yet to see anyone do it this way, so I hope my assumption that it is original is right. Well, let me know what you think. You guys rock... ^_~
AN: IMPORTANT : I fell in love with the stories that have Ed with a German accent and although I am not the first to use the idea, I couldn’t see him any other way. For translation of Ed’s German sentences, here is a useful and free online translator. ( http: //translation2 .paralink. com/ ) Just remove the spaces. That said, I will only be writing a minimum amount of words with the accent just to remind you how it should sound in your mind. (Mostly the letter w will be changed) I don’t want to completely kill his dialog with misspelled words to get the accent across, so you’ll have to use your imagination a bit too... ^_~
~Ch 2 - Weapon ~
In the country side of Germany, six shadowy figures approached an old decrepit castle. As the light of a half moon shown upon them their true identities were revealed. Albus Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley, Mad-Eye Moody, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Mundungus Fletcher made there way through the ruins of the courtyard cautiously. They had to be extremely careful for one wrong move could spell disaster for their cause. Thanks to their informant, one Severus Snape, the Order had received word of Voldemort’s latest plans. They had amassed a rather large infiltration unit in less than twenty-four hours, but surprise was the best element for a successful mission. The group of twenty was scattered around the premisses and approaching from all sides.
Apparently the Dark wizard had come across an old text from around the time of the muggle’s World War II that would allow him access to an unknown destructive force. It was to be a great power, the likes of which the world had never been seen... or so the text had said, but as it was of muggle origin there was no telling what exactly the outcome would be. Severus couldn’t give them any further details because he wasn’t a part of that particular event. However, if the dark lord had put as many people on the case as the potions professor had suggested, then it could only be assumed bad for anyone who stood against Voldemort.
The group led by Dombledore was met with surprising little resistance. Other than a couple of guards posted near the outer wall of the compound, no others had stood in there way. It wasn’t until they were near the center of the castle that any activity could be detected. The Order’s wizards came upon a large circular room with many tiers. Across from Dumbledore’s group, another team entered the area and the aged wizard held a finger to his mouth and then pointed to the opening in floor of their level. All those present carefully made there way to the edge of the pillared walkway. As they looked up they saw the faded remains of a written spell in the form of a circle. Only Dumbledore had a good idea what the angular lines and ancient scripture truly meant.
Dumbledore’s quickly snapped his line of vision downward. On the tier just below their own was a large, dead, basilisk and just below that was an exact replica of the circle on the ceiling. From where he was standing, the headmaster could make out the figure of someone in a blue uniform laying face down in the middle of the alchemic array. That is when he heard the dreadful hiss of a voice and the man that was once known as Tom Riddle stepped into his line of vision.
Lord Voldemort stormed into the circle with his robes flaring in an angry manner. “What the hell is This!” His subordinates flinched from their places among the pillars, knowing that a failure ment their punishment. Voldemort walked up to the ‘ultimate weapon’ he had summoned and kicked it. The blond boy was violently flipped over with the force of it and made an unconscious grunt of pain. “I ask for a power to win this war! A weapon to crush those who stand against me and what do I get?!” He yelled, turning in all directions to make sure the scattered underlings all saw his look of utter hatred at their failure. He sneared in disgust as he turned back to the young man on the floor. “I get a half dead soldier boy...” He pulled out his wand. “Lets make that dead soldier boy...” Pointing the tip of the murderous stick at the defenseless blond he yelled his favorite curse. “Avada Kedav...” But he never had a chance to finish the spell as a voice boomed down from above.
“Expelliarmus!” Yelled Dumbledore. The wand was flung from the dark wizards hand and the man threw a surprised expression upwards that quickly melted into a look of unadulterated hate. Time seemed to slow as the two locked eyes, but a soon as Mad-Eye called the charge, time flew back into overdrive. The scene was complete chaos as death eaters met order members in a clash of dark and light. Spells flew from want tips and clouded the air with the heavy feel from so much magic being used in one area.
Voldemort had his wand back in hand and went on the attack. His target... Dumbledore. The aged wizard had messed with his plans for the last time and he was going to make sure the old fool died. Dumbledore hadn’t moved from his original spot, so the dark lord flung himself through the air via magic and landed on the same ledge as him. “Now you die old man.” He seethed and pointed his wand at the headmaster.
On the ground floor, Mad-Eye and Tonks stood on either side of the unconscious young man as an explosion from the top tier shook the castle to its very foundation. Chunks of rock fell around them as they warded off curses from the enemy. “Nymphadora, get rid of that bloody reptile so they can't use it again! I’ll take care of the boy.”
“Don’t call me Nymphadora!” The bright red haired woman yelled over her shoulder as she went to do exactly as she was told. With a flick of her wand and a muttered spell, the large serpants body caught on fire. The glow from the blaze lit the combatants with and crimson hue and smoke started to fill the inclosed space.
Alastor bent over and threw the bloody, and surprisingly heavy, boy over his shoulder. With one last look around at the winning battle, he disappeared with a loud crack. A huge blue explosion from above caused a large boulder to fall in the exact spot they were in not a moment before.
-
Another loud crack emanated on the street outside of Grimmauld Place, London. After making sure the coast was clear, Alastor crossed the street from his hiding spot. Going through the necessaries, he quickly made his way into number twelve. He made his way directly to the dinning room and the worried voices. He flung the door open with a boot, scaring the occupants half to death. With a quick wave of his wand sent the assortment of cups and miscellaneous what nots to the other end of the long table. He laid his injured occupant on the now cleared table and heard loud gasps.
“Oh my...” Started Molly Weasley with her hands up to her mouth in worry, but she was cut off by the loud voice of her youngest son.
“What the bloody hell happened to him!” Ron yelled in shock.
“Ronald Weasley! Watch your mouth.” Yelled his mother.
“Both of you out!” Yelled Mad-Eye to the two teens before turning his attention back to the blond on the table.
At that moment Sirius rushed into the room. “What’s all the racket about?” He asked anxiously, thinking something had gone wrong with the mission. It only took half a second for his eyes to land on the table and what rested upon it. He rushed over to Alastor’s side to help in any way he could. He glimpsed at the boys face before turning to the veteran auror. “He’s not one of our’s, so who is he?”
That was the last thing Ron and Hermione heard as Mrs. Weasley hurried them from the dinning room and up the stairs. When they reached the bedroom Ginny was in, Ron turned to his mother and stopped her before she could leave. “Who was that mum?”
Mrs. Weasley sighed. “I don’t know, but all of you had better stay here until I call for you.” With that she closed the bedroom door. The two teens were about to start talking to each other, but a pop and a squeak sounded from the hall. The door opened up again and Molly lead in the twins by their ears. “And you too stay in here two!” She yelled at them for scaring her and then quickly closed the door.
“What was all that about?” Asked Ginny, who was still sitting on her bed holding a book she had been reading. The twins flopped down on another bed and also looked at them expectantly.
“Well,” Started Hermione, “Mad-Eye showed up...”
Here Ron cut her off and spoke excitedly. “...and he threw a blond dead bloke on the table!”
“Ron!” the brunet scolded. “He wasn’t dead,” she said sternly. Then her eyes softened in concern. “But he was really hurt.”
“Yeah,” continued Ron, “He was all bloody and unconscious.”
“Wicked, it wasn’t...” Said Fred.
“...one of the Order?” finished George.
“No, I heard Sirius say so before we were shoed away.” Answered Hermione.
“I wonder what exactly happened on that mission?” said Ginny more to herself.
A few moments later, they heard the sound of the front door opening and they cracked their own door open to see who it was. They all struggled for a moment to each get a spot at the door for their own face until the twins ganged up on the others and took over the job of watching. “It’s Dumbledore and Dad...” Said George.
“...Tonks and Lupin too.” Informed Fred over his shoulder before turning back to watch. The twins waited for the adults to head into the dinning room before motioning for the others to follow them into the hall. Fred smirked and held up an flesh like string and revealed the extendable ears. “Let’s find out what’s going on.”
The ear dangled by the door containing the order members and the sound of their voices rang out through the other end. The first thing the teens heard was Dumbledore’s ever calm voice...
“...don’t think he’s a death eater, but there is one way to tell for sure. Sirius, would you check the boys left arm?”
“There’s no need. I’ve already checked, but I found something else that might interest you when I removed his jacket to check for injuries.” There was a the sound of a couple footsteps and the swish of material being moved. This was followed by another loud gasp from Mrs. Weasley. “My god! What has this poor boy been through?” Questioned the kind hearted mother.
“It explained why he was so heavy.” Commented the bored voice of Mad-Eye.
"What do you think is wrong with him?" whispered Ron.
“I think I need to step out for a moment.” Said Molly. The sound of a door opening came through the ear loud and clear, but before the twins could pull the listening device away they heard a... “What in the....” and an angry yank ripped the ear from Fred’s hand. Mrs. Weasley silently stormed up the stairs and made the teens go back into the room. The extendable-ear confiscated and a charmed door later, the group of students would just have to wait to find out the old fashioned way... if they were told at all.
Back in the dinning room, the order members were standing around the metal-armed young man. “Well, it looks like he's wearing a military uniform, but I’ve never seen one like it before. Is it a German muggle one?” Asked Lupin.
“No, I don’t believe so.” Answered Arthur, the resident muggle expert.
“Do you think he was some kind of human sacrifice for a dark spell?” asked Tonks.
“I’m not so sure that’s the case, but we have to take into account that the dark lord was going to kill the young man.” Started Dumbledore, but before he could add anymore to his thought, a loud groan came from the blond and he started to move.
“Look, he’s waking up!” Declared Tonks.
-
Edward was in a world of hurt. That was the first thing he realized as he came to. His mind was in agony and his body felt like he had been hit by a train. He raised his flesh hand to his head and groaned. He then flinched as someone very near to him yelled. At first he was annoyed at the idiot for making his brain hurt worse with the loud noise, but his eyes shot open in frightened realization. I know that language... He thought in a panic as he tried to sit up. A gentle hand held him down and Ed turned to look into the kind eyes of an elderly man with a ridiculously long beard.
“Calm down friend, you're safe now.” the man said reassuringly, dropping the hand from his shoulder, but keeping eye contact.
Edward furrowed his eyebrows. He had to concentrate for a moment to decipher exactly what had been said to him. After all he hadn’t used that particular language in almost three years. After he realized what the man said he relaxed only slightly as he laid his throbbing head back on the table. Why, why am I hear again? He asked himself confusedly. Then it came back to him. Al... He closed his eyes and sighed. Equivalent exchange, just like the last time I saved you. He suddenly bolted upright against the protest of his injured body. All the people around him pulled out sticks and pointed them at him, but he ignored them. He was staring at his automail. “Das Tor nahm sie nicht?” He muttered in a surprised voice as he flexed the metal hand. Why didn’t it take them this time?
“He doesn’t speak English?” He heard someone say and he looked in the direction of a woman with shockingly pink hair.
“Of course not,” came the gruff voice of a man with... an automail eye? “We did get him from Germany.” At that they began to cautiously lower the sticks.
Riiiiight... thought Ed as he watched the action suspiciously. “Uh, excuse me,” Struggled Ed softly at first. “...aber, vhere am I?”
They looked at him with slight surprise, but no one answered him for a moment. Then the smiling face of the old man filled his vision and he gave him his full attention. “You are in London, England young man. Other than that, I’m afraid I can’t tell you anymore for the moment.” As Ed’s eyebrows furrowed in annoyance he continued on. “All your questions will be answered in due time, but for now we will have to ask you a few of our own.” He said looking deep into golden eyes. “Is that alright with you?” He asked kindly.
Ed crossed his arms and legs as he stared at the man with suspicion. He wasn’t sure exactly how they found him or how he ended up in England, but he supposed he wasn’t going to get any answers unless he played nice. “Vhat do you vant to know?” He asked slowly.
The man’s smile widened slightly and Edward could have sworn he saw a twinkle in his eyes. “Does the term 'death eater' mean anything to you?”
“Vhat?” Ed said with a raised eyebrow.
“No? Ok, how about magic?”
“Magic does not exist.” Dead panned Fullmetal. The other people started whispering and he heard a word he wasn’t sure of. Muggle...I don’t remember if I learned that word or not. He thought to himself as he looked around, but his attention was drawn back to the old man as he spoke again.
“I see... Well then how about.... Alchemy?”
Edwards eyes narrowed and he jumped to his feet in a fighting stance atop the table, ignoring the spinning sensation of his head. “Who are you people?! Are you with das Thule Society?!” He yelled, pointing an angry finger at the elderly man. The only one of which hadn’t drawn out a small piece of wood again. It was the the door opened to reveal another woman, who stopped in shock at the sight before her, but wisely kept her mouth shut.
The old man’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Excuse my manners, I am Albus Dumbledore.” He replied calmly. “And I can most certainly assure you that we are not in league with the Nazi party.” At this some of the other’s turned to each other with inquiring looks. “However, I do believe you are a little confused. Please sit down and we will talk this over calmly.”
“I don’t believe you, Opa.” Ed said through clenched teeth. “Vhy else vould you ask me about it?” He said accusingly.
“Let me ask you one more thing... What year do you believe it to be?”
The question threw him off guard, but after a quick calculation in his head he answered warily. “1926, Vhy?”
“He’s a time traveler?” Asked the pink haired girl to no one in particular.
Ed’s eyes shot over to her. “Vhat?” But it was the ‘Opa’ that answered him.
“A time traveler Mr....?”
After a moments pause he answered. “Elric, and I heard vhat she said. Vhat I vant to know is vhy she said it.” He growled out.
“That is because, Mr. Elric, it is the year 1995.”
Edward’s eyes widened as his tense posture turned into an unsteady waver. “Vhat?” He asked rhetorically, but as the man kindly answered again, Ed was thinking to himself. I shouldn’t be surprised. If the gate leads to a whole new world where the years were slightly off anyways, then it’s no big surprise the gate just dumps me off where ever and when ever... As that thought passed threw his mind, he was suddenly struck with another strong bout of dizziness. Apparently in the excitement he had failed to notice how badly weakened he was from his injuries. As his vision blurred and he felt himself falling off the table he heard someone yell something, but didn’t stay conscious long enough to feel the impact.
Lupin stood with his wand pointed at the blond, who was now floating in mid air, and looked questioningly at the headmaster. “What in Merlin’s beared is going on Albus?” He directed his wand so the boy rested on the table again.
“It seems we will be having a new guest amongst our ranks.” Said Dumbledore with a contemplative look. “He was telling the truth, that much I’m sure of, but he needs to be looked after until I have a chance to confirm my suspicions.” He turned to Mad-Eye. “You can set up a guard for him, but I would like him to remain her to rest and recover for the time being.” He immediately headed for the door, leaving behind a group of rather confused looking witches and wizards.
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IVX: Yay, Edward is back on earth and in the hands of the ‘good guys’. Hope my way of explaining the crossover was original and to your liking. I have yet to see anyone do it this way, so I hope my assumption that it is original is right. Well, let me know what you think. You guys rock... ^_~