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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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Fullmetal Wizard

With nothing else he could do, Harry went to Ed's discarded trench coat. He felt furious. He had wanted so badly follow Ed, but part of him understood why he couldn't. These adults. They had protected him. They went to great lengths to do that. Why couldn't they do the same for his friend..? Couldn't they just...?

Harry roughly picked up the coat by the collar, and, nearly violently, folded the long coat in half. Nearly immediately, the overstuffed pockets emptied themselves of their contents, and all the envelopes contained withing fell to the the alley's cobblestone ground. Harry found himself surrounded by the rustling sound of many papers..and a single PLATT!. It was a slight platt!, but he still turned to look for its source, even as he crouched to picked up what he had just caused to fall out.

He glanced around, and saw that both Hermione and Ron were crouched, wordlessly helping him out. Helping him to clean up his mess. Even Lupin had bent to the task of collecting the enormous amount of fallen envelopes from the ground of the dark alley.

As he reached out his hand, he saw Hermione's reach the book first. She picked it up and flipped it over. He could hardly read the title, it being but a shadow against the shadows of the alley. The title read:

There was more, but the letters were but the jibberish and nonsense of odd shapes and forms in the dark. He heard Hermione took a breath, while he held his.

"Al-Al-khimia...Alchemy. He studies alchemy..." She breathed.

"ALCHEMY? Isn't that like..um...stuff like advanced potion making..?" Ron said, and looked at the book himself, tilting his head.

"Yes. ..This is a Muggle book..." Hermione said softly, busying her hands collecting the letters. "It..could mean nothing... He could be collecting old books for all we know. Maybe it's chemistry related or something."

Harry blinked, and took the book himself. He placed it carefully upon his lap before continuing his task with the letters. His mind buzzing with questions that he hoped could be answered by Ed himself...if Ed managed to get past the Aurors that were lying in wait for him at the hostel. Harry found himself wishing for his broom.

"It's a Muggle science, Ron." Harry said absently, as he worked. He felt so useless.

Ed turned to the solid mass of bricks and concrete before him and looked up. His eyes traced the pipes.

"Dis should be de place." He said simply, and tilted his head.

'That one must be the gas line.' He thought, visually following a rather thin pipe in particular above his head.

"Great. Now what? Find another openin.."

"No. Ve go threw here." Ed said as he looked at the wall, and narrowed his golden eyes.

He clapped his hands firmly together, the distinctive sound cutting though the babbling of the dark water flowing past them both. He felt the warming energy circulate throughout his body, then down both his mismatched his arms. The equation glowing firmly in his mind. Satisfied that it was balanced and whole, he slammed both hands against the unforgiving mass of concrete and bricks. And then the released the energy, focused now through his will alone. There was a boom, and the blue streaks of lightning indicating a balanced equation, and he allowed himself a smirk of satisfaction, glad he could properly focus now.

Beneath his hands the matter of the block of wall and earth reformed itself into a low circular tunnel. Ed entered it before it even had finished. He walked a ways in and looked up, his nose less than a foot away from the ceiling. He took the black glove off his left hand, placed the living flesh on the curved ceiling, and closed his eyes. Focused.

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