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icedark_elf) wrote2004-12-02 12:23 am
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Ooh, once again, Katrina takes another step towards being a fandom whore. This is only part of a story, and it might actually grow up. It's time for my FMA/Harry Potter crossover. Check it out, it might not be as bad as you think. For one, it's not focusing on the Philosopher's Stone. It has another point of connection all together.
Warning, spoilers for episode 51.
The more he roamed this world, the more Ed realized that he desperately wanted to go home. Stupid technology was everywhere, and it always seemed far more dangerous than it needed to be when it was first used.
Take the recent World War, for instance. Some of the things that had been used during that where truly horrid.
Not that everything was bad in this world. He remembered a young man who had taken to following him for a bit during the war. Walter was his name. It had been a while since Ed had found anyone who was willing to put up with his own slightly-off view of the world. That his companion had been hunting the supernatural helped out greatly. They had spent time with each other, and it had been nice to not be alone. It had also been rather sad to see him go back to his organization.
Now, as if the feel of the world after the war was over wasn’t enough, Ed now had his world tilted again. This time it was courtesy of an older man, who had a long beard, and half-moon glasses. If that wasn’t odd enough, he wore robes and currently had a stick pointed at Ed.
Something about him seemed very, very familiar. Not his features, but just the way he…. The best word Ed could come up with was felt. The man felt familiar.
“Well,” said the new man, whose eyes were full of amusement. “Somehow, I don’t think that our normal memory spell will work on you, will they, young man?”
It had been a long time since someone had called Ed a young man.
For a few moments, they only stared at each other, and then the man smiled and lowered his stick. “I am Albus Dumbledore. I have the feeling you do not come from this world.”
“You know about other worlds,” Ed asked, his voice skeptical. Too many false leads had made him cautions. Mustang would be proud, if he was still alive.
Ed felt a sudden longing for a home he had not seen in far too many years.
“If I might have your name, I would ask you to come with me. I feel we have a great deal to talk about.”
Ed felt the familiar feeling again. It tugged at him, and it screamed ‘home.’ Finally, he introduced himself. “I’m Edward Elric.” He eyed the man again. “And what are you dressed as?”
The twinkle in Dumbledore’s eyes grew even more prominent, and Ed was reminded of Armstrong and his sparkles.
“Why, my boy, I’m a wizard.”
See, told you it was doom!
Warning, spoilers for episode 51.
The more he roamed this world, the more Ed realized that he desperately wanted to go home. Stupid technology was everywhere, and it always seemed far more dangerous than it needed to be when it was first used.
Take the recent World War, for instance. Some of the things that had been used during that where truly horrid.
Not that everything was bad in this world. He remembered a young man who had taken to following him for a bit during the war. Walter was his name. It had been a while since Ed had found anyone who was willing to put up with his own slightly-off view of the world. That his companion had been hunting the supernatural helped out greatly. They had spent time with each other, and it had been nice to not be alone. It had also been rather sad to see him go back to his organization.
Now, as if the feel of the world after the war was over wasn’t enough, Ed now had his world tilted again. This time it was courtesy of an older man, who had a long beard, and half-moon glasses. If that wasn’t odd enough, he wore robes and currently had a stick pointed at Ed.
Something about him seemed very, very familiar. Not his features, but just the way he…. The best word Ed could come up with was felt. The man felt familiar.
“Well,” said the new man, whose eyes were full of amusement. “Somehow, I don’t think that our normal memory spell will work on you, will they, young man?”
It had been a long time since someone had called Ed a young man.
For a few moments, they only stared at each other, and then the man smiled and lowered his stick. “I am Albus Dumbledore. I have the feeling you do not come from this world.”
“You know about other worlds,” Ed asked, his voice skeptical. Too many false leads had made him cautions. Mustang would be proud, if he was still alive.
Ed felt a sudden longing for a home he had not seen in far too many years.
“If I might have your name, I would ask you to come with me. I feel we have a great deal to talk about.”
Ed felt the familiar feeling again. It tugged at him, and it screamed ‘home.’ Finally, he introduced himself. “I’m Edward Elric.” He eyed the man again. “And what are you dressed as?”
The twinkle in Dumbledore’s eyes grew even more prominent, and Ed was reminded of Armstrong and his sparkles.
“Why, my boy, I’m a wizard.”
See, told you it was doom!