Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist/Harry Potter
Title: Mr. Elric
Part: 08 of 15
Genre: General
Rating: G
Warning: Crossover
Spoilers: FMA episode 51; HP book 5
Archived @
Master ListSummary: Edward Elric from various points of view.
Chapter 08: Seamus Finnigan
A few days ago, I, err, 'accidentally', turned my arm into a stuffed crab in Transfigurations. Got 'em at Fred and George's shop, (ten galleons for a pair) but McGonagall wasn't fooled; it's like she has a tab on what they're selling! So she agrees to let me go to the hospital wing just as long as Hermione went with me.
Now, I love Hermione, but that girl takes her prefect job just a tad too seriously. Even after I asked -nicely too, thank you very much- if we could just drop it and ditch class, she said no. Can't blame a guy for trying, eh?
We get all the way to the wing and, as luck would have it, Madame Pomfrey's right in the middle of something with someone behind a double-curtained screen. So then I try again and begged to come back later and she shushed me. I saw why she wanted me to hush up though.
The person operated on was none other than The Mr. Elric, talk of Hogwarts, stealer of hearts, and lonely bachelor waiting for someone to save him. Alright, I'm exaggerating, but the way the Hufflepuffs have it, he's the hero of a bloody romance novel.
And he was talking. A lot. Babbling, more like. Come to think about it, I don't think I've ever heard him talk, period. Hermione was listening really closely and I thought that if I shut up, she just might forget and let me off the hook.
His words were all slurred together by now, but I could make out something about 'gate' and 'fluh-mel'. I wasn't paying a hell lot of attention, but Hermione must've caught every word because she turned white as a sheet.
Finally, his voice dimmed and stopped altogether. Hermione probably thought it was done because as she reached for the doorknob, it jerked open and Snape stepped out, wearing a similar expression to hers.
"What are you two doing here?" he snapped, eyes darting between the two of us, "five points from Gryffindor and return to your classes immediately." Then he stormed out without even waiting for an explanation, that bastard.
Hermione, apparently forgetting all about me, bolted as well. Damn. I knew I should've listened closer.
Oh well. I still got out of Transfigurations.
T . B . C