Yeah, new chapter already? Yep!
Enjoy, this explains how Ed came to Hogwarts...
Remember, all this happens in an AU. Not too alternate, though.
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Also, RealNutCase, the Sorceror's Stone is what Nicolas Flamel used, and Harry was refering to the stone he knew of.
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, and I don't own the song Brother's. Vic Mignogna doesn't even own it.
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Rain.
Rain was falling around him, wetting the streets of Central.
That is to say, most of its streets.
A certain patch, where a certain Alchemist stood was already wet.
A young boy, no older than fifteen, was standing in the rain, his right arm completely gone, his red cloak drenched, and his golden hair lying flat and dull-coloured on his head, as he looked down at his feet, his tears adding to the blood and rain on the ground.
Strewn around him were the steel remains of his arm, a finger here, his elbow-join there, and accompanying them were peices of armor and gobs of flesh. none of that mattered now, though, it would all have been OK if not for one peice of armor. The only important peice of armor.
The blood-seal he had used to tie his brother soul to the armor had been cut in half.
Next to the split metal was the sun-tanned hand of Scar, the Ishvarlan who had been tailing them for so long.
That was all that was left recognizable of him, as the rest of his body was splatted across the street.
They had been fighting, backed into a dead end by Scar, and they knew it would have to be their last stand. Either they were to be killed by scar, or they had to kill him.
Over the time they had spent since they last fought, they had gotten stronger, and Scar couldn't keep up, and there was no way they could lose. Until...
Ed closed his eyes and foced himself to remember again what had happened.
fufufufufufufufu (A/N What I say when we hit a flashback)
Ed clapped his hands and hit the ground with them, exploding balls of stone spikes under Scar's feet, which he dodged, but only just barely. As Ed sent a Huge spike out of the earth, Scar ran forward and shafted his own foot through it as it was rising, then using his momentum and his other leg, shoved himself off the spike, foot trailing blood into the air, and into Alphonse, knocking him back into an alcove.
Al had, in the last seconds he had to live, tried to escape, but his metal body was too large.
Ed ran, clapping his hands franticly, readying himself to transmute the wall around Al to let him loose, but Scar, though not as strong as the Elrics, was still faster. his right hand collided with a spike on Al's armor, impaled, but still touching, as his arm glew a deep, blood-red color.
As he watched, it seemed to Ed that he could see Al's body tearing apart, as if he could see each molecule of steel and iron pulling apart from each other. It felt like it had taken a hundred years for Al's body to decompse, though Ed knew later it must have only been miliseconds.
Time sped back up, and Ed saw that Scar hadn't gotten to the Blood-Seal. Ed started to laugh and was readying a taunt to throw at Scar, until it was caught short in his mouth.
The Alchemical energy Scar had released was so powerful, it had taken a half second to actually take place, but it was there. The backlash from the de-composition of the molecules had torn the rest of Al's armor apart, sending it flying through the Air. Ed looked down at his feet in a stupified horror as he saw half of the Blood-Seal laying at his feet. He could still hear a faint sound coming from it, and he strained to hear his brother's last words, still in shock.
"Brother..."
Ed fell to his knees, and grasped the peice of armor in his hands, and started screaming.
"AL! AL! DAMNIT! THIS ISN'T FUNNY! COME BACK, AL! COME BAC- AUGH!" Ed flew to the wall, the peice of Armor jerking out of his hands. he lookedup from the ground and saw Scar standing, blood stainging his hand and shirt and shoes, but still standing.
Ed couldn't feel his body, but he knew he had to survive, something in the back of his mind had told him so.
As he stood, he could feel every fiber of his being screaming at him, telling him to lay down and die. he would have none of it. he clapped his ands and drew his arm blade, and ran straight at Scar, knowing that he would probably die, but he would take Scar with him.
He jumped high into the air, and knocked away scar's hand as it reached out. he drew his right arm up and down, pointing to Scar's stunned face.
Splat!
His arm-blade drove into Scar's left eye, and into his brain. As Ed pulled his arm out, he could see purplish juice on his arm, the brain's Lubricant he knew, and could also see white pus on his blade and flowing out of Scar's eye.
Ed almost couldn't stop what happened next. nor, when he thought about it later, did he really want to.
He lashed out at Scar's body, cutting off his right hand, then again at his elbow, severing his arm. he continued this for hours, mincing as much of Scar as he could until, finally, he was left shoving his arm blade in and out of a pile of meat and fabric and blood and brains.
He stood, wanting more revenge, and slammed his arm down into the mass of Human, falling to his knees and driving his arm as hard as he could, the pressure was too much for his auto-mail, and it burst, scattering into a thousand peices.
He stood once more from his knees, and threw up. Wiping his mouth with his remaining arm, he walked over to the spilt Blood-Seal.
fufufufufufufu
He finally broke down and fell to his knees and started singing a slow, sad song, a song that had just come into his mind as a result of delayed grief.
How
can I repay you brother mine Though I knew the laws I paid no heed Beautiful mother soft
and sweet And
how can I make ammends
How can I expect you to
forgive
Clinging to the past I shed our blood
And shattered
your chance to live
How
can I return your wasted breath
What I did not know has cost you
dear
For there is no cure for death
Once you were gone we were not complete
Back through
the years we reached for you
At last was not meant to be
For all that I took from you
I led you
with hopeless dreams
My brother I was a fool
As he finished, he thought he could hear Al's voice singing. Except, it wasn't Al's voice like he had gotten used to, but his real voice, not tinted with that steely ring.
Don't
cry for the past now brother mine Beautiful mother soft and sweet My dreams made me blind and
mute
Neither you nor I are free from
blame
Nothing can erase the things we did
For the path we took
was the same
Once you were
gone we were not complete
Back through the years we reached for
you
At last was not meant to be
I long to return to that time
I followed without a word
My
brother the fault is mine
Ed looked up at the night sky, looking at all the stars that the city lights would allow him to see. He thought he could see Al. He opened his mouth once more.
So
where do we go from here
And how to forget and forgive
What's
gone is forever lost
Now all we can do is live
He thought he could see Al's original body. it was naked, and the hair was long, but it was Al. It spoke, and when it did, it came in the voice of the ten-year-old child Al used to be.
"I'm not lost, Brother... Mommy said there's a way I could come back... My body's still here, and so is my soul..."
"AL? AL! TELL ME HOW!"
"Mommy said that it's in a place called England, a man named Nicolas Flamel knows the secret..."
"HOW DOES SHE KNOW THAT? AND WHERE THE HELL IS ENGLAND?"
"Mommy says to follow her..."
"WHAT THE HELL DOES THA-"
"Hush now, Edward, please don't yell at your brother."
Ed looked at the voice, and found he wasn't able to speak.
It was Trisha.
he looked around frantically and saw that he was in a white void. he realized what this must've meant, and he looked straight ahead, and locked eyes on it.
He was at The Gate.
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