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Edward Elric had seen many wonders in his life, but none of them compared to the magic of his own world. Trapped in a mundane reality, he longed for a way to return to his family and friends. But when he stumbled upon a mysterious portal, he realized that going home would not be easy. He would have to face a dark and dangerous wizarding world, where his alchemy skills would be both a blessing and a curse.

Accent Note:
Due to the latest complaint on Ed's accent, here's bit o' the guide I have in my head.

Please note- His accent gets worse when he's tired, upset, or even just uncomfortable --(Established in earlier chapters, and I didn't want to repeat myself in this regard-- perhaps I should have, given the numerous complaints I've received.) Things like this happen in real life all the time. The more upset he is, the less understandable he is, and the more likely he'll slip into speaking his native language, or even another he knows well.

I believe I have already established that it sounds a lot like German, but it's not. It's a made up accent. I started with it in story, and I have to be consistent. I think it takes more than a year to get fluent in a language anyway, even when one is a genius.

'dh', 'd' when there should be a 'th' or a 't' -- means it's a really soft 't' that almost sounds like a 'd' but not quite.

ending in 'ink' or even 'int' when it should be 'ing'- the 'g' is a harder than necessary 'g'

'vr' - 'r' at beginning of word. --kind of a like a puff of air right before the 'r'

'v' - 'w'

'vw' - closer to true 'w' usually only when he's calm and rational and can concentrate on pronouncing it right.

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llothcat

Fullmetal Wizard

It had to be a dream. The green light flashing before him as it struck his friend. He reached out, but knew it was too late. And the Dark Lord, Voldemort laughing at him, in triumph, as his..twisted, snakelike body took shape before his eyes. He knew he awoke with a start, but he laid there in the bed, just breathing.

There it was. The clinking sound. And again. Harry raised his head and looked at his door. He focused his eyes in the dim moonlight on the key. Against all logic, it was turning. By itself.

Harry reached for his wand on his bedstand, hand shaking slightly.

The key popped out of the lock, and the door swung wide with a burst of light.

"I can't believe these muggles..!" a woman's voice whispered loudly.

"Tonks! for god's sakes" Called a man.

As the wand tip lit the room, Harry saw that it was a woman who held it aloft. Standing next to the woman, was someone Harry recognised.

"Professor Moody! What are you doing here?!?" Harry said.

"Rescuing you, boy! What do you think?"

Ed awoke with a start and realized it was a real bad idea to be awake. The pounding in his head urged him to go back into unconsciousness. In spite of this, he cracked open his eyes and discovered he could barely see anything. And what he was laying on was definitely cold, and very, very hard. He blinked. Then lifted his head.

He placed his right hand down to push himself up, but slipped. His head struck the wall with a crash he was sure was heard thoughout the house. Sure enough, he heard...

It was a voice he didn't recognise, in a loud whisper.

Ed hissed and swore inwardly at his automail, wishing Winry had put some sort of non-slip treatment on his artificial limbs.

'Well..not like my headache could get any worse anyway', he thought, and he got to his hands and knees. 'No nausea this time, good.' he noted. And then climbed to his feet. He looked around him, smirking at his own stupidity.

'A bathroom...of course. I never left.' he thought, left gloved hand rubbing the back of his head. He vaguely remembered the knock on the door, and his refusal of the offer by Mrs Dursley to go to the hospital.

Ed reached for the doorknob, turned it and pulled, but the door seemed to be stuck closed. He shook it. Still nothing. He blinked, and placed his left hand on the door. Closed his eyes and focused. Looking inwardly at the structure beneath his hand.

"Someone doesn't want me out." He muttered softly, then smiled, and removed his hand. Options running through his head.

'Half-assed job...means a low class alchemist. This is almost insulting.' He thought. He leaned his ear against the door. 'How many people?'

He heard a rough voice right by the door just then.

"Looks like the muggle shrimp's awake."

A vein popped out of Ed's temple, and he punched right through the door with his right hand.

"VHO'RE YOU CALLING A RICE GRAIN BEAN AN AMOEBA VOULD OVERLOOK CAUSE ITS TOO SMALL TO SEE?!?"

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