FoT: Befriending a Sneak
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bard_linnTitle: Foundation of Truth: Befriending a Sneak
[Previous parts found here.]
Summary: Someone was in the library.
Note: Main reason for writting this series was the sheer amount of FMA/HP crossovers on FF.net that made NO sense. I tried to take a lot of the clichés they used and make them reasonable. Not sure how well I did.
PG-13, Gen. Post Series (spoilers), no movie information, post book five AU.
Chapter 2: Befriending a Sneak
Edward frowned at the book in front of him. He quickly scribbled some more notes down in his book and watched the words vanish into the paper. Magic certainly had its uses. Such as creating an ever expanding note book that would hold all of his findings. When Dumbledore had seen the piles of parchment surrounding him the wizard had ordered the book. It certainly made carrying his work easier. A sound caught Ed’s attention distracting him from his studies. The blond frowned. Students had returned three weeks ago. However by the clock on the wall it was well after midnight, far past time for them to be in bed.
The alchemist grabbed his lantern and triggered the hidden door from his combined office and sleeping quarters to the library. The thought always made him smile. ‘Sleeping in the library. I’d never hear the end of it.’ Out of the corner of his eye he caught of a flicker of motion. “Who’s there?” No one answered him. Edward stepped forward. Inside the restricted section a book lay on the floor. ‘Someone is here,’ the alchemist turned slowly. He sensed someone to his right. He lunged, careful to keep a hand on the lantern (no point in repeating the incident with the first branch library) and triumphantly snagged a handful of material.
His unknown captive gasped and attempted to get away. He abruptly became visible as a pile of shimmering material fell to the floor. He was about Ed’s height (wonder of all wonders) with pale skin and messy black hair. Emerald eyes glinted angrily in the lamplight behind a pair of thick glasses. A red mark marred his forehead. ‘He can’t be older than eighteen,’ Ed reminded himself. And something told him the boy in front of him was younger. ‘Actually something about the way he looks reminds me of me years ago.’ The boy had the same determination and barely under control rage in his eyes that had lurked in his own golden ones at the age of fifteen.
Footsteps warned the two teens of someone’s approach. “This way,” Edward hissed pulling the black haired boy. He gave the material back to the Hogwarts student then led him back to his room. The door clicked shut just in time as the two young men heard Filch enter the library. “That was close,” Ed muttered. Technically he could be in the library any time he wanted, but try convincing Filch that. He turned to his ‘guest.’ “Who are you?”
Green eyes stared at him in surprise. Ed didn’t get it. It was a perfectly normal question after all. “Harry Potter.”
Clearly he was supposed to know the name. The blond quickly ran though his memory bank. “Oh. You’re the kid that idiot tried to curse and got hit with a rebound, right?”
Harry’s lips twitched. “Voldemort, though I like ‘that idiot’ better.”
“So what where you doing in the restricted section after curfew?” Ed asked.
“I could ask you he same thing,” Harry countered. “What house are you in anyway?”
Edward glanced down at his outfit. “I’m actually not attending Hogwarts. I’m doing research. Dumbledore thought this made good camouflage.”
“It’s effective,” Harry agreed. Seeing the look he was getting the Boy-Who-Lived sighed. “I was looking for something.”
“Well obviously. What?”
Harry bit his lip in thought. It seemed Ed wasn’t aware of Voldemort’s return however that was possible considering how the Daily Prophet was going on. “How much do you know about Voldemort?”
“Not much,” Edward admitted. “I’ve been looking at magical theory not history.”
“Alright. What many people didn’t realize was Voldemort didn’t die 15 years ago. He lost his body.”
“He was soul bound?” Ed asked.
“No. Just a floating spirit. He came back to life a little over a year ago.”
“HE GOT BACK HIS BODY?! HOW?!” Thank goodness for silencing charms and thick walls or else Filch would have pounced on them right then.
Harry looked ill. “He used dark magic potion including his father’s bone, his servant’s flesh and my blood.”
Ed looked just as sick as Harry. “Never mind then.”
“Why?”
‘I know some one with a similar problem.” ‘Well, hopefully not anymore.’ “It really wasn’t his fault. I was trying to look for a cure. Go ahead.”
“Right. So I was researching ways to kill him since the Avada Kedavra didn’t work and he believes he’s immortal.”
Edward gave Harry a long look. “Harry I don’t think you should be worrying about killing some one at your age. Saving the world isn’t all its cracked up to be. And revenge doesn’t get you anywhere.” Ed thought back to his battles with the homunculi. How many had died because of the Philosopher’s Stone?
“I have to.”
“Why?”
“No one else fits the requirements.”
Ed gave Harry a piercing look but let it slide. The green eyed teen obviously wasn’t going to tell him. “So you’re looking for some way to stop Voldemort? That’s a pretty good reason to be sneaking around.” He fell quiet for a few minutes. “Look, even I know that he’s bad news so I’m going to give you a hand. Give me a list of subjects you’re interested in and meet me here. I’ve got unrestricted access to the entire library so I should be able to get some stuff for you. You’ll have to study here though.”
“Thanks!” Harry looked happier than he had since he had first seen him. “Umm, what are you researching?”
‘A secret for a secret,’ Ed thought. Good enough of an equivalent exchange. “Traveling between worlds. I’m trying to go home.”
“You’re not from this world?” Harry exclaimed. ‘That explains why he didn’t know about Voldemort.’ He remembered his first years in the wizarding world. “This must be pretty new to you.”
“Well, there wasn’t any magic in my world,” Ed admitted. His eyes darkened as he thought of Al waiting for him.
Harry made a split second decision. “If there’s anything you want to know that isn’t in the library let me know and I’ll try to tell you. If I don’t know I’m sure Hermione will.”
“Thank you,” Ed replied looking surprised. Why would Harry help him? “You better go. It sounds like Filch is gone.”
“I’ll drop by tomorrow with a list,” Harry promised and vanished back beneath the invisibility cloak.
[Previous parts found here.]
Summary: Someone was in the library.
Note: Main reason for writting this series was the sheer amount of FMA/HP crossovers on FF.net that made NO sense. I tried to take a lot of the clichés they used and make them reasonable. Not sure how well I did.
PG-13, Gen. Post Series (spoilers), no movie information, post book five AU.
Chapter 2: Befriending a Sneak
Edward frowned at the book in front of him. He quickly scribbled some more notes down in his book and watched the words vanish into the paper. Magic certainly had its uses. Such as creating an ever expanding note book that would hold all of his findings. When Dumbledore had seen the piles of parchment surrounding him the wizard had ordered the book. It certainly made carrying his work easier. A sound caught Ed’s attention distracting him from his studies. The blond frowned. Students had returned three weeks ago. However by the clock on the wall it was well after midnight, far past time for them to be in bed.
The alchemist grabbed his lantern and triggered the hidden door from his combined office and sleeping quarters to the library. The thought always made him smile. ‘Sleeping in the library. I’d never hear the end of it.’ Out of the corner of his eye he caught of a flicker of motion. “Who’s there?” No one answered him. Edward stepped forward. Inside the restricted section a book lay on the floor. ‘Someone is here,’ the alchemist turned slowly. He sensed someone to his right. He lunged, careful to keep a hand on the lantern (no point in repeating the incident with the first branch library) and triumphantly snagged a handful of material.
His unknown captive gasped and attempted to get away. He abruptly became visible as a pile of shimmering material fell to the floor. He was about Ed’s height (wonder of all wonders) with pale skin and messy black hair. Emerald eyes glinted angrily in the lamplight behind a pair of thick glasses. A red mark marred his forehead. ‘He can’t be older than eighteen,’ Ed reminded himself. And something told him the boy in front of him was younger. ‘Actually something about the way he looks reminds me of me years ago.’ The boy had the same determination and barely under control rage in his eyes that had lurked in his own golden ones at the age of fifteen.
Footsteps warned the two teens of someone’s approach. “This way,” Edward hissed pulling the black haired boy. He gave the material back to the Hogwarts student then led him back to his room. The door clicked shut just in time as the two young men heard Filch enter the library. “That was close,” Ed muttered. Technically he could be in the library any time he wanted, but try convincing Filch that. He turned to his ‘guest.’ “Who are you?”
Green eyes stared at him in surprise. Ed didn’t get it. It was a perfectly normal question after all. “Harry Potter.”
Clearly he was supposed to know the name. The blond quickly ran though his memory bank. “Oh. You’re the kid that idiot tried to curse and got hit with a rebound, right?”
Harry’s lips twitched. “Voldemort, though I like ‘that idiot’ better.”
“So what where you doing in the restricted section after curfew?” Ed asked.
“I could ask you he same thing,” Harry countered. “What house are you in anyway?”
Edward glanced down at his outfit. “I’m actually not attending Hogwarts. I’m doing research. Dumbledore thought this made good camouflage.”
“It’s effective,” Harry agreed. Seeing the look he was getting the Boy-Who-Lived sighed. “I was looking for something.”
“Well obviously. What?”
Harry bit his lip in thought. It seemed Ed wasn’t aware of Voldemort’s return however that was possible considering how the Daily Prophet was going on. “How much do you know about Voldemort?”
“Not much,” Edward admitted. “I’ve been looking at magical theory not history.”
“Alright. What many people didn’t realize was Voldemort didn’t die 15 years ago. He lost his body.”
“He was soul bound?” Ed asked.
“No. Just a floating spirit. He came back to life a little over a year ago.”
“HE GOT BACK HIS BODY?! HOW?!” Thank goodness for silencing charms and thick walls or else Filch would have pounced on them right then.
Harry looked ill. “He used dark magic potion including his father’s bone, his servant’s flesh and my blood.”
Ed looked just as sick as Harry. “Never mind then.”
“Why?”
‘I know some one with a similar problem.” ‘Well, hopefully not anymore.’ “It really wasn’t his fault. I was trying to look for a cure. Go ahead.”
“Right. So I was researching ways to kill him since the Avada Kedavra didn’t work and he believes he’s immortal.”
Edward gave Harry a long look. “Harry I don’t think you should be worrying about killing some one at your age. Saving the world isn’t all its cracked up to be. And revenge doesn’t get you anywhere.” Ed thought back to his battles with the homunculi. How many had died because of the Philosopher’s Stone?
“I have to.”
“Why?”
“No one else fits the requirements.”
Ed gave Harry a piercing look but let it slide. The green eyed teen obviously wasn’t going to tell him. “So you’re looking for some way to stop Voldemort? That’s a pretty good reason to be sneaking around.” He fell quiet for a few minutes. “Look, even I know that he’s bad news so I’m going to give you a hand. Give me a list of subjects you’re interested in and meet me here. I’ve got unrestricted access to the entire library so I should be able to get some stuff for you. You’ll have to study here though.”
“Thanks!” Harry looked happier than he had since he had first seen him. “Umm, what are you researching?”
‘A secret for a secret,’ Ed thought. Good enough of an equivalent exchange. “Traveling between worlds. I’m trying to go home.”
“You’re not from this world?” Harry exclaimed. ‘That explains why he didn’t know about Voldemort.’ He remembered his first years in the wizarding world. “This must be pretty new to you.”
“Well, there wasn’t any magic in my world,” Ed admitted. His eyes darkened as he thought of Al waiting for him.
Harry made a split second decision. “If there’s anything you want to know that isn’t in the library let me know and I’ll try to tell you. If I don’t know I’m sure Hermione will.”
“Thank you,” Ed replied looking surprised. Why would Harry help him? “You better go. It sounds like Filch is gone.”
“I’ll drop by tomorrow with a list,” Harry promised and vanished back beneath the invisibility cloak.
