[FMA/HP] "Endless Moment" 02/??
Title: Endless Moment (02/??)
Rating: PG13
Archived @ Master List
Summary: [Sequel to 'Mr. Elric'] It's obvious now that the community of Hogwarts wants a piece of Mr Elric, be it knowledge or attention. Ed's privacy is further invaded when forces beyond his control insist on contact with The Boy Who Lived.
Chapter 02: Job Opportunities
Albus waited a week before presenting Edward with the idea of him remaining at Hogwarts, partly because he, as an alchemist, wanted to know more of Edward's world. The main reason, though, was that he simply wanted the boy's safe return. Of course, the numerous inquiries followed by The Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly's new poster boy's now avoidable disappearance had nothing to do with it.
He was sitting up in the hospital bed getting acquainted with his new leg and spectacles when the Headmaster visited. "How are you doing?" Dumbledore asked.
"I've been worse," came his honest reply as Ed squinted experimentally. "Good morning sir. Or is it the afternoon?"
"It's nine in the morning." Dumbledore glanced at the large mound of chocolate on the bedside table. "I suppose you'll be auctioning those off as well?" Ed looked rather sheepish, but nodded. There was a pregnant pause. Finally, Dumbledore spoke, "Madame Pince is returning in three days."
Ed was silent for a moment. Then, he scratched his head and said quietly, "I'll be out in three days."
"No," Dumbledore said quickly, "This is not a cue for you to leave. The other professors and I have discussed this; we would like for you to stay here as a teacher's aide so you can continue your research."
Here, Edward's eyes dimmed. "I'm not-"
"You will," interrupted Dumbledore firmly. "Also, you could pick up on some talents while you're still here." And should you truly be trapped here for the rest of your life, you would at least have a trade to go by. Once a person enters the magical world, it's near impossible to leave.
"...Alright."
Dumbledore smiled. His skills of persuasion were, thankfully, still in tact when he needed it. Their first order of business would be getting Edward a wand.
---
They only neglected getting him a wand because Edward's job was only supposed to be a short term assignment. But now that it turned to be the exact opposite...
So it was the afternoon of three days later that Mr. Ollivander of Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wand since 382 B.C. came trotting to Hogwarts by floo, lugging a tape measure and wand case after wand case.
"Hold out your wand arm- no, the other one." he said, arching a brow at his subject's unusual arm, but saying nothing. "Try this one, Maplewood, 29 centimeters, unicorn hair- go on, give it a wave."
It was like holding a regular piece of wood shaped like a twig, nothing happened. Then, it was snatched from his hand and replaced with another made with phoenix feathers and other materials he didn't catch. Finally, after trying out what seemed like the hundredth wand, Mr. Ollivander pulled out a particularly dusty box from the bottom of the heap. Still, nothing happened.
"Mr. Elric," he began as he started cleaning the mess and magicking wands back in their respective containers, "I try to fit my customers with their best match in wands. The ones you have tried out- all 57 of them- contain the most basic materials a wand can be constructed of. The last one you tried is, shall we say, the most versatile of all. Any person with the slightest potential of becoming a wizard should've caused at least some reaction. You, did not. I am not questioning your abilities, whatever they may be that convinced Albus you could be trusted in a magical environment, however, based on what we've seen, you have not an ounce of magic in your system.
---
"So, what now?" asked Ed after the misty gray-eyed eccentric had left.
"It's alright." Dumbledore replied. "I anticipated this. Tell me, Edward, can you still perform alchemy?"
"Yes."
"Have you attempted since the incident?"
"...yes."
"Excellent. Minerva teaches Transfigurations- a brand of magic used to turn one object into another- our form of alchemy. Perhaps you could become an observer in her class. You need not talk about alchemy at all except to a class of select honor students. And the library is still open to you at any time, as it always was.
Edward was silent.
"Take as much time as you need to consider this." Dumbledore said, rising to leave. "You are still in control of your own life."
Just when he reached the door, a voice behind him said clearly, "I'll do it."
T . B . C
Rating: PG13
Archived @ Master List
Summary: [Sequel to 'Mr. Elric'] It's obvious now that the community of Hogwarts wants a piece of Mr Elric, be it knowledge or attention. Ed's privacy is further invaded when forces beyond his control insist on contact with The Boy Who Lived.
Chapter 02: Job Opportunities
Albus waited a week before presenting Edward with the idea of him remaining at Hogwarts, partly because he, as an alchemist, wanted to know more of Edward's world. The main reason, though, was that he simply wanted the boy's safe return. Of course, the numerous inquiries followed by The Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly's new poster boy's now avoidable disappearance had nothing to do with it.
He was sitting up in the hospital bed getting acquainted with his new leg and spectacles when the Headmaster visited. "How are you doing?" Dumbledore asked.
"I've been worse," came his honest reply as Ed squinted experimentally. "Good morning sir. Or is it the afternoon?"
"It's nine in the morning." Dumbledore glanced at the large mound of chocolate on the bedside table. "I suppose you'll be auctioning those off as well?" Ed looked rather sheepish, but nodded. There was a pregnant pause. Finally, Dumbledore spoke, "Madame Pince is returning in three days."
Ed was silent for a moment. Then, he scratched his head and said quietly, "I'll be out in three days."
"No," Dumbledore said quickly, "This is not a cue for you to leave. The other professors and I have discussed this; we would like for you to stay here as a teacher's aide so you can continue your research."
Here, Edward's eyes dimmed. "I'm not-"
"You will," interrupted Dumbledore firmly. "Also, you could pick up on some talents while you're still here." And should you truly be trapped here for the rest of your life, you would at least have a trade to go by. Once a person enters the magical world, it's near impossible to leave.
"...Alright."
Dumbledore smiled. His skills of persuasion were, thankfully, still in tact when he needed it. Their first order of business would be getting Edward a wand.
---
They only neglected getting him a wand because Edward's job was only supposed to be a short term assignment. But now that it turned to be the exact opposite...
So it was the afternoon of three days later that Mr. Ollivander of Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wand since 382 B.C. came trotting to Hogwarts by floo, lugging a tape measure and wand case after wand case.
"Hold out your wand arm- no, the other one." he said, arching a brow at his subject's unusual arm, but saying nothing. "Try this one, Maplewood, 29 centimeters, unicorn hair- go on, give it a wave."
It was like holding a regular piece of wood shaped like a twig, nothing happened. Then, it was snatched from his hand and replaced with another made with phoenix feathers and other materials he didn't catch. Finally, after trying out what seemed like the hundredth wand, Mr. Ollivander pulled out a particularly dusty box from the bottom of the heap. Still, nothing happened.
"Mr. Elric," he began as he started cleaning the mess and magicking wands back in their respective containers, "I try to fit my customers with their best match in wands. The ones you have tried out- all 57 of them- contain the most basic materials a wand can be constructed of. The last one you tried is, shall we say, the most versatile of all. Any person with the slightest potential of becoming a wizard should've caused at least some reaction. You, did not. I am not questioning your abilities, whatever they may be that convinced Albus you could be trusted in a magical environment, however, based on what we've seen, you have not an ounce of magic in your system.
---
"So, what now?" asked Ed after the misty gray-eyed eccentric had left.
"It's alright." Dumbledore replied. "I anticipated this. Tell me, Edward, can you still perform alchemy?"
"Yes."
"Have you attempted since the incident?"
"...yes."
"Excellent. Minerva teaches Transfigurations- a brand of magic used to turn one object into another- our form of alchemy. Perhaps you could become an observer in her class. You need not talk about alchemy at all except to a class of select honor students. And the library is still open to you at any time, as it always was.
Edward was silent.
"Take as much time as you need to consider this." Dumbledore said, rising to leave. "You are still in control of your own life."
Just when he reached the door, a voice behind him said clearly, "I'll do it."
T . B . C