Post by Anime Monster on Jan 13, 2006 1:16:17 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I don't either Fullmetal Alchemist or Harry Potter, otherwise this wouldn't be fan fiction.
Author’s Note: I know I promised…nothing new until I finished the old, but I can’t resist any longer, I’m weak. *bludges self with a bed pan*
Anyways, I decided to try something different than the classic FMAxHP crossovers involving Ed (usually with Roy or Winry or Al or someone) going to Hogwarts for the Philosopher’s/Sorcerer’s Stone, but how about something different…like Harry going to Amestris for some reason or another? Never read anything like it…stay tuned.
Summary: After six years Harry finally has learned enough to escape the Wizarding World for good. Not knowing that a slight oversight on his part would lead to an adventure more action packed than any of the ones he got into at Hogwarts, Harry uses the Alchemy that he tirelessly worked on in order to reach the fabled continent of Atlantis where he gets a surprise and meets two new friends.
Rating: PG-13 (NC-17 parts will be optional and in the proper place)
Warnings: Crossover, but you knew that, self-harm, yaoi/slash, violence, major AU for FMA and Harry Potter (I’m in HBP-denial), more to add later (most likely)
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“It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.”
--Green Day “Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)”
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Harry stood from the kneeling position he had been in for the past hour and admired his work. “A work of art,” he whispered, admiring the perfect circle with perfect lines, arcs, and circles intersecting in a perfect geometrical pattern that made no sense to anyone but him…not that there was anyone around to look at his handywork, ‘Not until later,’ he thought sadly to himself. Picking up his paint brush and bucket he took them to the other side of the room before vanishing the last bits of blood and potion from inside them.
“I hope this works,” he whispered to himself, looking around the room. It was a very non-descript room looking to have been a basement turned office, with all the paperwork shuffled around. He checked that everything was in order, not that a normal person could see an order. On the desk set a stone basin with a silver liquid glowing inside, around the basin sat piles of paperwork: his will (which merely was a transcript of the memory in the pensive made for legal purposes), property deeds, business notes, and the like, what people would have thought were his life work since leaving Hogwarts and defeating Voldemort. No his life work was on the floor and was about to come to a head.
Opening the trunk covered in little circles similar to the one on the floor, but less complex, he checked he had everything. Invisibility Cloak: Check!, Photo Album: Check!, Alchemy Texts: Check!, Clothes: Check!, Gold: Check!, Notebooks: Check! Closing the trunk he touched one of the circles which glowed a pretty white shrinking the trunk and the symbols to matchbook size.
Scooping the trunk up he pocketed it. He was wearing black slacks and a black turtle neck with a black coat over it. His black hair, which had grown considerably in his years of self isolation was tied back in a lose hanging ponytail, and his emerald eyes flashed in excitement as he stared down at the circle laid out under his boots. It was dry, it was ready.
He clapped his hands together, rubbing them and silently sending out a prayer that his calculations had been right, potions was after all, not his best subject, unlike alchemy. He walked into the center of the transmutation circle and place his hands inside two circles drawn on the concrete floor. It took a moment to feel the connection to the subtle currents of power that most people mistaken for raw magic or electricity (depending on whether the person was magical or muggle), but was really the unique energy that was harnessed by alchemist for transmutations. As far as he knew it was endless, but he doubted it. He choose this house specifically for the large current that could easily be tapped at the location, and tomorrow the first person other than him would set foot in it.
As soon as he latched on to the current he felt it. The swelling of pride, lust, envy, wrath, gluttony, sloth, and greed that accompanied transmutations of this magnitude, but he also felt the honor, love, humble, happiness, fullness, wakefulness, and charity that also accompanied transmutations of this magnitude. He felt every emotion at once and soon saw black weaves of pure power start to circle his body, breaking down his body into particles, rustling the papers in the office and disturbing the peaceful surface of the memories in the pensive.
With only a little time left he reached into his magical core and spoke, voice clear and loud, despite feeling like a whisper, “Mei amor exsisto fidelis ingero Atlantis.”
Magic swept through the house, disturbing the sheets on the bed above, and found it’s exit through an open window sweeping across the countryside. The next day The Daily Prophet would report on a strange magical current felt even by muggles, but the news on where the current came from and what it did wouldn’t be reported until the special addition of The Evening Prophet.
Definitions:
Mei=My
Amor=love
Exsisto=be
Fidelis=true
Ingero=betake oneself to
(I apologize about the latin, I know it was doubtful that I actually had a sentences written, but I don’t speak latin…translation courtesy of http://www.freedict.com)
Author’s Note: I know I promised…nothing new until I finished the old, but I can’t resist any longer, I’m weak. *bludges self with a bed pan*
Anyways, I decided to try something different than the classic FMAxHP crossovers involving Ed (usually with Roy or Winry or Al or someone) going to Hogwarts for the Philosopher’s/Sorcerer’s Stone, but how about something different…like Harry going to Amestris for some reason or another? Never read anything like it…stay tuned.
Summary: After six years Harry finally has learned enough to escape the Wizarding World for good. Not knowing that a slight oversight on his part would lead to an adventure more action packed than any of the ones he got into at Hogwarts, Harry uses the Alchemy that he tirelessly worked on in order to reach the fabled continent of Atlantis where he gets a surprise and meets two new friends.
Rating: PG-13 (NC-17 parts will be optional and in the proper place)
Warnings: Crossover, but you knew that, self-harm, yaoi/slash, violence, major AU for FMA and Harry Potter (I’m in HBP-denial), more to add later (most likely)
Crimson Dreams
Chapter 1: Escape
[/u][/b]Chapter 1: Escape
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“It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right.
I hope you had the time of your life.”
--Green Day “Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)”
__________________________________________________[/center]
Harry stood from the kneeling position he had been in for the past hour and admired his work. “A work of art,” he whispered, admiring the perfect circle with perfect lines, arcs, and circles intersecting in a perfect geometrical pattern that made no sense to anyone but him…not that there was anyone around to look at his handywork, ‘Not until later,’ he thought sadly to himself. Picking up his paint brush and bucket he took them to the other side of the room before vanishing the last bits of blood and potion from inside them.
“I hope this works,” he whispered to himself, looking around the room. It was a very non-descript room looking to have been a basement turned office, with all the paperwork shuffled around. He checked that everything was in order, not that a normal person could see an order. On the desk set a stone basin with a silver liquid glowing inside, around the basin sat piles of paperwork: his will (which merely was a transcript of the memory in the pensive made for legal purposes), property deeds, business notes, and the like, what people would have thought were his life work since leaving Hogwarts and defeating Voldemort. No his life work was on the floor and was about to come to a head.
Opening the trunk covered in little circles similar to the one on the floor, but less complex, he checked he had everything. Invisibility Cloak: Check!, Photo Album: Check!, Alchemy Texts: Check!, Clothes: Check!, Gold: Check!, Notebooks: Check! Closing the trunk he touched one of the circles which glowed a pretty white shrinking the trunk and the symbols to matchbook size.
Scooping the trunk up he pocketed it. He was wearing black slacks and a black turtle neck with a black coat over it. His black hair, which had grown considerably in his years of self isolation was tied back in a lose hanging ponytail, and his emerald eyes flashed in excitement as he stared down at the circle laid out under his boots. It was dry, it was ready.
He clapped his hands together, rubbing them and silently sending out a prayer that his calculations had been right, potions was after all, not his best subject, unlike alchemy. He walked into the center of the transmutation circle and place his hands inside two circles drawn on the concrete floor. It took a moment to feel the connection to the subtle currents of power that most people mistaken for raw magic or electricity (depending on whether the person was magical or muggle), but was really the unique energy that was harnessed by alchemist for transmutations. As far as he knew it was endless, but he doubted it. He choose this house specifically for the large current that could easily be tapped at the location, and tomorrow the first person other than him would set foot in it.
As soon as he latched on to the current he felt it. The swelling of pride, lust, envy, wrath, gluttony, sloth, and greed that accompanied transmutations of this magnitude, but he also felt the honor, love, humble, happiness, fullness, wakefulness, and charity that also accompanied transmutations of this magnitude. He felt every emotion at once and soon saw black weaves of pure power start to circle his body, breaking down his body into particles, rustling the papers in the office and disturbing the peaceful surface of the memories in the pensive.
With only a little time left he reached into his magical core and spoke, voice clear and loud, despite feeling like a whisper, “Mei amor exsisto fidelis ingero Atlantis.”
Magic swept through the house, disturbing the sheets on the bed above, and found it’s exit through an open window sweeping across the countryside. The next day The Daily Prophet would report on a strange magical current felt even by muggles, but the news on where the current came from and what it did wouldn’t be reported until the special addition of The Evening Prophet.
__________________________________________________
Definitions:
Mei=My
Amor=love
Exsisto=be
Fidelis=true
Ingero=betake oneself to
(I apologize about the latin, I know it was doubtful that I actually had a sentences written, but I don’t speak latin…translation courtesy of http://www.freedict.com)