Title: Molten

Rating: Rated T.

Pairings: None.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort.

Summary: Insignificant, adjective. Meaning too small or unimportant to be worth consideration. Edward realised he was this a long time ago. Maybe this time, though, he wouldn't be. Linear and drabble-esque.

Author's Note: Any questions regarding the story can be asked via PM or review.

Beta: N/A - Help wanted.

Warnings: Language, blood/gore, and violence.

Category: Fullmetal Alchemist and Harry Potter crossover.

Uploaded: December 10th, 2013

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Short summary (this will be deleted later since I took practically forever to update oof): Edward, Alphonse, Izumi, Roy, and Winry are at Hogwarts to destroy the rest of the Horcruxes and kill Voldemort so they can go home. Harry snapped at his friends, and Dumbledore absorbed the Sorcerer's Stone in Harry's first year as a means of destroying it. Winry is going over to find out what happened to Ed and Al, and Harry ran away from everyone.

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With a twirl of black, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named disappeared from the room.

"What happened!?" Winry asked, hurriedly rushing towards and kneeling down at Edward's side. "Were you hit?"

The blond's teeth were clenched in pain and his molten eyes shut tightly, and only because of the little brother protecting the duo did they not get attacked. He let out a hurting exhale as Winry worriedly watched him begin to writhe.

"What happened!?" she repeated again, inspecting his body. There were no open wounds visible to her, and with even more nervousness she listened for a response.

His words came out raspy, as if holding off a scream. "That...red light...!"

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Harry tore through hallway after hallway, racing down staircases and carpets alike. Portraits stared as he ran, and soon only the lack of oxygen was able to stop his rampage.

Ducking into a nearby classroom, the black-haired Chosen One breathed harshly, trying to regain what air he had lost. A particularly sharp breath was cut short as he clamped his hand to his scar once more, a yell ripping out of his throat. Slumping against the wall, he fell into a fetal position, racking in pain as the skin around his scar bubbled ominously.

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"Red light?" Winry repeated, then shook her head. It wasn't the time - she needed to get them out of there.

Hoisting the fun-sized alchemist onto her shoulders, she grimaced as she viewed the oncoming scene. Spells of various colours were flying everywhere. She didn't know how to get out.

Oh.

Struck by menial inspiration, she realised there was a hole right in front of her. Peering in, it stopped only after a five foot drop, leaving her enough space to crouch-crawl through.

Shrugging and sending one last concerned look Al's way, she jumped.

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Still gasping, Harry slowly sat up as the pain faded. Reaching his arm up to touch the mind-link mark he had, he let out a shaky sigh as he discovered the bubbling sensation had been his imagination.

Standing up while using the wall as an assist, he limped his way to the door. His glasses were smeared and he felt exhausted, but looking out into the hallway, he knew he would have to get out of there somehow.

Screw being the Wizarding World's saviour, he thought bitterly. I just want to escape.

He could have sworn he heard a chuckle in the distance.

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"Oh, damn," Winry cursed quietly, a pain shooting up her leg. The unexpected extra dead weight on her shoulders had hindered her in her landing, and looking down she saw her ankle twisted a bit too far to the left to still be healthy. Of course, it would be fine once it was healed, but for the time being...

Steeling herself to walk on her injury, she slowly inched forward. Ed's red coat covered part of her back as she moved, and sighing, she saw just how far she had to go until there was another light.

Step by step, she trudged on, the sounds of battle overhead.

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Sneaking through the castle, Harry stalked the halls while heading towards the ground floor. Despite the war-torn curtains and carpeting and windows he could see, the staircases moved normally, and soon he found himself facing the last staircase. The noise of incantations and yells was louder than ever, and gulping, the Boy-Who-Lived began his descent.

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After minutes that seemed like hours, the light of day was overhead. Her foot throbbed like Alphonse's suit of armour had tried to crush it on purpose, and looking up through the hole, Roy and Izumi's concerned expressions met her own.

Smiling gratefully, Winry pulled Ed off of her back. Handing him off to them was easy, as was taking hold of her companions' hands to climb up, but as soon as she once again reached the surface she cringed and tenderly massaged her ankle.

"What happened?" Roy asked, noticing for the first time she was no longer moving.

"On the jump down, I messed up," she replied. "Most of Ed's body weight landed on my right leg and I stumbled, making me twist it."

Izumi nodded. "And about Ed?"

"He mentioned a red light," Winry answered. "He was holding on until the very end, but his breathing was so laboured that I knocked him against a rock."

"Isn't that kind of...dangerous?" Roy muttered.

Winry shrugged again. "It worked, didn't it?"

"...I don't think I'll ever again trust you with the ability to carry me off the battlefield safely, Miss Rockbell."

She grinned at him through the soreness.

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Treading down the stairs, Harry cringed as he heard a shriek. Pinpointing it, he noticed the sounds were from the Great Hall. The main doors were also that way, so he'd probably have to use a window to leave.

Wait a second, Harry thought. Why am I running away from Voldemort?

Another pain jabbed his skull, but through the water in his eyes he clearly saw a problem with his idea.

Cedric died because of Voldemort. Sirius was in prison for my entire life because of a man who sold my mum and dad out to Voldemort. I've had nightmares and visions and nearly saw Ron's dad die because of Voldemort.

So why am I running away when this might be the only time I'll see him before he makes more Horcruxes?

He didn't know, but the rush of disapproval in no way related to his mood struck him as odd. So did the two Gryffindors running down the stairs after him, though.

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"But now what?" Winry asked. "Al's still fighting, Ed's unconscious, I can't do anything..."

"First we find somewhere you can rest," Izumi said. "Then we fight more."

Winry grimaced, looking at Roy. He nodded, motioning to the large hallway with many staircases branching off of it. "There's probably somewhere safer upstairs. I'll take you two so Izumi can continue helping the students get out. They're too young for this."

The formality of last names officially out the window from the stress of the situation, Winry found out that the whole situation was much bigger than she had anticipated. She disregarded it, though, as Roy gave her an arm to hold onto while she half-walked half-tripped down the corridor, her childhood friend on the military officer's back.

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"Harry!" Ron and Hermione cried out, taking the downwards steps two at a time to catch up with him.

"We're sorry for everything," Hermione quickly apologised as they approached him, "but you need to go back to the common room. It's not safe here."

"It's not safe anywhere, Hermione."

She frowned. "You know what I mean."

"Do I?"

"For goodness's sake, Harry!"

The Chosen One sighed deeply, closing his eyes. Spots danced before him, sort of like the gumdrop fairies in that one play his Muggle school did that he was left out of. "I'm going to fight Voldemort."

Ron gaped. "Are you mad!?" He then paused. "And didn't you run off to avoid doing that?"

Harry looked around feebly. "Change of heart?"

"Well, it doesn't matter," Hermione huffed. "We're -"

"I'm not going back to the common room, 'Mione."

The bushy-haired girl huffed again. "If you would let me finish, I was going to say we're coming with you."

Ron spluttered.

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Relaxing in an abandoned small storage room, Winry sighed, caressing her bone. Beside her, Edward lay unconscious. Roy had just left.

Tears sprung to the automail mechanic's eyes. "I feel useless," she murmured to the cardboard box. It didn't reply to her.

Taking a heavy breath, Winry cautiously stood up. Her injury stung like a bitch, but the cool doorknob she pressed against herself managed to sooth some feeling that had reached up into her upper thigh. Hesitating before pushing it open, she was immediately surprised when she heard three voices from the distance. Turning, she noticed the trio of students that had encountered them a million times already. They missed her, however, and closing the door, she began to sneak over.

"- with me!?" she managed to make out.

"Yes."

"But -"

The blonde then decided this was going to go nowhere, as all arguments between teenagers ended up that way anyway. Making her presence known, she called out, "Need something?"

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A sudden voice halted their conversation. It sounded familiar, but instinctively his hand flew to his wand anyway. Moody would have been proud.

...Fake Moody, anyway.

Pivoting, Harry shouted back. "Who's there?"

"Whoah, calm down," the same voice replied. It was decidedly female. "You're the Chosen One, right?"

The words "don't call me that" were on the tip of his tongue, but luckily Ron answered for him.

"Who's asking?"

"She's over there," Hermione whispered. Harry turned, saw where she was pointing, and looked in that direction. A single blonde figure could be made out.

"Um...a friend?" the stranger guessed hesitantly. "I'm from Amestris, so..."

If anything, that did little to comfort the black-haired student. "What do you want?"

"I know where the Dark Lord is. You want to fight him, right?"

With little to no haste, his wand was lowered. "Tell me."

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Roy glanced back into the Great Hall, watching Alphonse narrowly dodge a red spell. Red appeared to be bad, as did green - the immediate dead body was an indicator of that.

It sickened him, to an extent.

Snapping his gloved fingers, fire sprung out of the air and attacked the Death Eaters. Voldemort had not reappeared yet, and anxiety was beginning to fill him up.

At least Miss Rockbell and Fullmetal were alright, he supposed.

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"He was in the Great Hall," she said. "He used a red spell on Ed."

"Why aren't you still there?" Hermione asked.

The girl shook her head. "I twisted my ankle."

"And You-Know-Who?" Ron interrogated.

"Nearby."

Harry growled. "Then let's find him."

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A sudden rumbling shook the entire castle. Battles stopped momentarily as everyone became distracted, and soon enough an old man strode into the Hall, power flowing forth. A loud crack was heard as the professor arrived, then another, then another, until all the cowardly Death Eaters had fled to somewhere else in Hogwarts.

"Voldemort is upon us," he announced. "We will not hold back."

With those simple words, the morale of the adults within the room flourished, and soon wands were waving twice as fast as before. Spell after spell it occurred until a dark swirl made its way into the room.

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Harry gasped suddenly, clutching his head. The sensation was back, and soon the Chosen One noted that the Dark Lord had changed location again. Only this time, he remained within the Great Hall.

Memories from points of view he had never encountered before soon flooded his head, and before long he found himself on the ground again. Someone was screaming, and he registered in the back of his mind that it was probably him. Another beat passed before relief streamed through the pain, and with a clamber the Boy-Who-Lived stood.

"The Horcruxes aren't yet destroyed," he mumbled. "The...the snake and me. We're not gone yet."

Hermione bit her lip and shared a nervous glance with her ginger-haired friend. Feet away from them, Winry stood.

"The snake first, then?"

All three Gryffindors looked up at the mechanic. "What?"

She grinned. "I might be injured, but a simple animal is still no match for my wrench."

Ron shivered. "Wrench?"

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"It's been a while, Tom," Dumbledore greeted calmly.

"Yes, it has," hissed the red-eyed pale man. "Tell me - do you enjoy making your students suffer?"

Dumbledore raised a smooth eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"Potter's mind. Plus, I used Crucio on the werewolf back there. His expression was satisfying."

A hum escaped Dumbledore's throat. "He is not a concern of mine."

He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named chuckled. "How cold."

Grasping the wand in his shimmering blue robes' pocket, the Headmaster of Hogwarts prepared for battle. "You will not succeed, Tom."

A harsher laugh fleeted Voldemort's white lips. "Don't be so sure, old fool."

With that, the first spells were cast.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Incendio!"

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"How do we destroy a Horcrux, though?" Ron asked. He turned to the scary blonde. "You've dome it before, right?"

"Sort of," Winry answered. "I'm not an alchemist. I can't do it."

"Bloody hell," the Weasley groaned. "Now what?"

"In second year, I destroyed Voldemort's diary using a basilisk fang," Harry volunteered.

"Because there's lots of those lying around."

"Honestly, Ron," Hermione muttered. "Then how about we just go back to the Chamber of Secrets to get more?"

"That could work," Harry agreed. Winry and Ron went along with it, although with different levels of understanding.

So, the quartet set off in search of the girl's bathroom.

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Sparks flew everywhere as the two vibrant lights clashed, each one attempting to overtake the other. The rush of utter strength within the room had ceased all the other battles entirely, and only with the twinging of their Dark Marks did the Death Eaters once more attempt to fight. Once more the other people within the room clashed, people from two worlds staying on one side of the fight while only those from one were on the other end. It was the Light and Dark's fight, but the mingled blue lights that corresponded with none in particular assisted the brighter side of the spectrum.

The spell broke off finally, more sparks shuddering as the stream of power came to a halt. A panting old man and a slightly breathless Dark Lord were the leftovers from the encounter, and with another hard swish another jet of light shaded green spurted out of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's phoenix feather-core wand. A hurried shield spell protected the Headmaster from any wounds, but the sheer force behind the cast made him stumble slightly.

Steadying himself, Dumbledore raised his wand once more, pointing it towards his former student.

"Diffindo!"

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"Is this it?" Winry asked as the the trio of fifteen-year-olds went into a door. Not answering her, they continued on their way in. Moaning Myrtle was surprisingly not inside like she usually was, but the liquid covering the floor seemed to be the reason why.

Trudging through the disgusting toilet water, the trio reached the sink, the blonde Amestrian not far behind. Harry hissed something that made shivers run down Winry's back, and soon the sink began shifting, moving down into the floor and letting them see a passage. The redheaded boy went down first, muttering about how he really didn't want to do this again, and soon the brown-haired girl followed. Harry sent the mechanic a look saying "you better follow us" before he too went down, and with a sigh the girl complied. The slide down was slippery and slimy, something certainly that would get into her hair, before a long drop that she thankfully landed on her stomach for. It was uncomfortable, the way she hit the crunchy bones below, but it was better than either paralysing herself or shattering her ankle entirely.

Sighing before brushing herself off while still sitting, Winry was surprised to see an outstretched hand in front of her face. Glancing up through the dimly-lit area, she saw the bushy-haired girl - Hermione, wasn't it? - looking at her sympathetically. While slightly insulted that she wasn't viewed as being able to get up herself, she realised within just another second it was out of consideration, and soon stood up while putting as little pressure on her one foot as possible. "Now where?"

"Follow me," Harry replied. "There's some hallways and other things before the main chamber."

Winry grimaced. "I do have a twisted ankle, you know."

He looked back at her, thinking over the situation, then nodded. "Wait here, then. We'll be back soon."

Nodding, the blonde stumbled over to the far wall of the open room, slumping her back against the wall. Watching her sort-of allies walk out, she looked back up to the light coming from a small blue flame in a jar perched in the middle of the room. Magic again, huh...?

She smiled painfully. Her ankle was throbbing again, and now her sternum also hurt. She could hear the playful yet serious bantering of the Gryffindors as they left her sight entirely, and memories of back when she was home in her little house with her tools surrounded by beautiful, beautiful automail resurfaced.

I wonder if we really can get home.

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