Harry Potter the Ice Alchemist

Disclaimer: I don't own either Harry Potter or Full Metal Alchemist.

Summary: When Harry was suffering at the Dursley's, the Order was suspecting him. When Harry finally got enough of this, he left the Dursley's. Stepped into a gap by accident, he was transported into another universe, where magic wasn't used by most public, alchemy was. What will Harry do when he meet up a gang of Homunculus and become the Eighth Deadly Sin?

Warnings: Alternate Universe, Dark!Harry, Slightly Evil!Harry, Possible Slash.

Author Note: Thanks for reviewing! I know this fic is not as good as normal fics!

Shadowed Rains: Sorry, the Gringotts is not involved greatly in this chapter. So… Wrong guess, but the truth of Dark Arts books will reveal.

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Harry stepped out the wizard bank with his familiar in depression. No one will be happy if they discovered their friends had turned their backs on them. Harry knew that he was quite a bother, but did he deserve the betrayal of his friends? Did he deserve the title of Dark Prince? Harry leaned on a brick wall in a dark alley and closed his eyes in despair, did his friends really believe in this lie?

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"Very well done indeed… You will be handsomely rewarded…"

Mundugus Fletcher looked up with respect, "Thank you, my Lord." Mundugus bowed and walked to the door, leaving the Dark Lord with Lucius Malfoy.

"Master, what about your great plan?" Lucius asked with his head bowed.

"This is none of your business… Lucius…" The Dark Lord hissed at the blond Death Eater.

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Mundugus smirked, the Boy Who Lived was right there, leaning on a filthy wall, he might not be the slyest person on earth, but he was sure sly enough to strike a blow at the hero when no one was noticing neither him or Harry Potter. Mundugus took his wand out of its leather holster. Just then, Harry turned his head.

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"Mundugus! What are you doing here? Why you have your wand out and pointed at me?" The teenager asked, his eyes displayed both curiosity and fear. Mundugus had no way to back down, he knew it. He forced a sarcastic glare, "I'm doing what I should be doing."

The brunette was amused by the look appeared on the raven-locked hero. "Wh… What?" The teenager flinched slowly at the glare. Mundugus laughed in a hysterical way, "What I need to be doing, is to kill you. I thought you are dark enough to realize, my little hero? Is it too dark for an innocent Gryffindor to understand?" Mundugus paused, " I'm a Death Eater, Harry. I've been a Death Eater since I graduated, I was a Death Eater when I joined that little foolish Order."

Mundugus gritted his teeth at the mention of the Order of the Phoenix. Harry's lips were quivering, but the fear can't conceal the confuse in his emerald eyes. The Death Eater smirked, "Oh, I forgot to tell you one thing." Mundugus grinned, "I told the Order about your little 'treachery'. Now, let's move on with some rather important business… Avada Kedavra!"

Harry was knocked back a few inches, before crushing on the brick wall. Blood flowed freely behind Harry's head. Mundugus' mouth corners upturned in pride, "Say goodbye, Potter. You will never see me again."

He walked away with glee. Mundugus, however didn't know that he had created a Homunculus that later all the wizards will fear.

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Harry's Point of View

"I think he slammed straight onto that brick wall."

"Who is he? I haven't seen him here before!"

"Is he my Papa, Mama? You always said Papa is living on the clouds! Did he fall off the sky to see us, Mama?"

"A traveler maybe?"

"As if there's people except refugees ever comes here, and he is definitely not one, look at those clothes, Rose, they must cost a lot."

"Perhaps he is here to observe us."

"Whatever, I like his tattoo, can I get one, Mama?

I opened my eyes, my head ached like there was no tomorrow, Two faces were looking down on me pleasantly, and one looking at me not so pleasantly. One smiling face belonged to a young woman no more than 30 with violet hair and bronze skin, another was own by a small boy with the same tanned skin and hair. The third face was a extremely lean man with grayish-brown hair and two scars crossing his forehead and eyes like a X cross. He stared at them, and they stared back, there was a pregnant silence, no one would dare to speak, not even the woman or the child, in fear that the other might attack.

Then, the boy about four or five year old broke the ice with a big, goofy smile, "Hi! Where do you come from?" I asked myself the same time, where do I come from? Who am I? What am I doing here? I looked up in desperation, "I don't know."