Continuation! I am sorry for the long wait and the short chapter. Enjoy! Unbetaed.

"Welcome." It said. "What do you want, and what are you prepared to pay?"

"Excuse me?" Harry shook his head, wondering whether he was dreaming or not. He then took his time to watch his surrounding. It felt like he was inside a room—a very, very big one, since Harry couldn't find any corner to this 'room'—that was very empty except the strange invisible smiling being in front of him and the weird looking door behind it. Now that Harry looked closer, the door was floating. It seemed to be some kind of gate, with specific carving which looked like ancient rune but with some linked diagrams.

"Hey, pay more attention, please." The creature sighed. "I was saying, what do you want, and what are you prepared to pay it with?"

Harry scratched his hair. What did he want? A lot. Height, for example. Being a head shorter than Ron and Malfoy might have dampened his pride a bit. But that was not something he really needed. And the creature was saying something about payment. Being raised in Dursley household where he had nothing but second hand stuffs and limited food, Harry has a strong adverse reaction to 'payment'. And the feeling just intensified after seven years of Hogwarts—where Harry was forced to pay the name 'Harry Potter' by risking his life more times than he could count.

"Err, nothing, thanks." Harry smiled. "I am fine with the way I am."

The creature tilted his head, as if questioning the sincerity of Harry's answer. Harry shrugged.

"I have money, I have loving family, I have a good job and everything. I am satisfied with my life, so please return me back."

It was then the creature smirked like there is no tomorrow.

"Oh, but you see, you can't."

"What do you mean I can't?" Harry scowled.

"This is the gate to the next world of Alchemy."

"Alchemy? As in, Alchemist like what Mr. Flamel is?" Wow, Harry was surprised. No matter how interesting his life and how f-up his fate was, being thrown to a new world was even grander than facing a dragon in his fourth year. It seemed that the severity of his 'adventure's is directly proportional to his age. Maybe when he was 100 years old, he would start an intergalactic war or something. That would be awesome, and Harry has full confidence he would be able to reach such old age. After all, the only thing that always true about Harry was that he would survive everything fate threw at him. Oh, but back to the matter at hand, Harry turned his full attention to the creature.

"What are you, anyway?"

"Oh, I am glad you finally ask. I am what you humans called as the world. Also known as the 'universe', 'true knowledge', 'all', or 'one'. and, I am 'you'." The creature then pointed at Harry and clicked his fingers. The door appeared suddenly behind Harry. "Welcome, ignorant fool."

And Harry found himself sucked into the opened door, with shadowy hands all over him pulling Harry into the dark abyss.

When he opened his eyes, there were at least twenty pairs of eyes watching him.

Harry blinked. Where was he, now? The last thing he remembered was the passing slides of knowledge about 'life'. Some of it was in a blur, but then in the end he kind of met the deceased Voldemort, who was still in his noseless body; drinking tea with his parents as if they were in fancy tea time garden party. It was surreal.

And suddenly his hand was caught by a silhouette of a man, and Harry then realized, he was him.

The man who captured his hand was a mirror image of himself. And then Harry felt his body shrinking, accompanied with unbearable pain.

"You alright?" one of the man hovering over him asked. Harry nodded. His body was rather stiff, but it was bearable. It felt like after-portkey effect.

Ye..yeah. Harry answered, but there was no voice. Harry tried to clear his throat, and spoke, but no matter what he did, there was no sound.

The people in front of him stared with pity. Harry tried to wake up, and found that he was inside a small room, filled with at least ten people. Then, as if in cue, everybody started to talk again.

"Hey man, are you Ok?"

"Can he speak?"

"Hey, dude, can you see me?"

"Idiots, of course he can see you! Give way, give way! Let him breathe! You are suffocating him!"

"Boss, come here, the dude is awake!"

Harry felt like he was in a roller coaster of sounds before suddenly everybody calmed down and a man with unique black glasses stood beside his bed. the man wore a sleeveless furry leather jacket, and a tight shirt with leather pants. Truly a show off of Malfoy's calibre, Harry blinked. The man did not look like a wizard at all, but he could feel a bit of magic in him. A squib, maybe? But then, the feeling of magick Harry felt as a bit different from the ones he felt from Mrs. Figg the Squib. So maybe he was just a muggle?

"Hey man, how are you feeling?" The man asked.

Harry smiled and answered, but there was no voice. The Head of Magical Enforcement touched his throat and tried to speak, but he couldn't. He also tried to use some spell to make his voice louder (like Sonorus!) but because he produced no sound, there was no spell and no magic was taking place.

Harry growl in frustration. He couldn't speak!

"Oh, he is mute." The man sighed. "Anybody has a pen and paper?"

Quickly Harry was supplied with paper and a marker. The wizard quickly wrote thanks and my name is Harry Potter. The group hovered upon the paper, and silence ensued.

"Okay, who can read it for us?" The 'Boss' suddenly asked. "I am not really familiar with this alphabet."

Harry came to realization that most of the people in the room were illiterate.

Finally a girl with short hair cut and suspender came forward and read what was written on the paper. "Oh, he is saying thank you and his name is Harry, Harry Potter. Hi Harry, I am Martel."

Harry nodded and smiled at her, and then the boss smiled again at Harry.

"Okay, Harry." The man smirked. "I am Greed. Welcome to the Devil's Nest!"

Meanwhile, underneath the Central, deep, deep down, 'Father' suddenly opened his eyes. Pride was the only one around at that moment, and he was the only one to watch how their 'Father' became white and shaking.

"What is wrong, Father?" The shadow asked, in concern. He is Pride, the first child after all.

"Something is wrong… something has come, and I don't know where it stands in our grand plan." 'Father' tilted his head absentmindedly, gathering himself back. "I need to meet it, to evaluate it. Pride, tell Wrath to see me next."

"Yes, Father."

Edward Elric was frozen with the facial feature that showed his whole mouth cavity. His position of having heavy weights on his arms made him looked even more ridiculous. His armour brother, Alphonse, asked worriedly, "What's wrong, big brother? You strained your back?"

Edward looked away, but he answered with hollow voice.

"I forget this year assessment!"

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