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24Hour Themes - Harry Potter/Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Amestris
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Harry Potter/Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Future Envy/Sirius
Genre: Gen, Crossover
24Hour Themes Prompt: 2300: Coping with drastic change in a positive manner.
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Sirius' fall through the veil takes him to a very different world
AN: This was written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
24hour_themes table that I claimed a while ago. Incidentally, my official claim was not for anything Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist related; this just happened anyway.
I've never written anything for Fullmetal Alchemist before. New Fandom. Ooooh.
The room he found himself in was dark. He couldn’t move – Bellatrix had Petrified him, obviously – but he could see. He could look around, not that there was much to look at: just the hint of a vaulted ceiling. He had his wand too, still gripped in the fingers of his right hand. That was reassuring. He would be able to use it once he’d found a way to free himself from this bloody spell.
The room he was in was silent. It sounded even quieter with the sounds of the battle at the Ministry still ringing in his ears. Somewhere, a clock chimed. Eleven chimes and the world fell silent again. Eleven? Sirius knew for a fact that it hadn’t been that late when he’d left Grimmauld Place – Remus arguing with him every step of the way; nagging and pleading and telling him to “think of Harry”; not for the first time, Sirius wondered if Remus had a bit of Seer in him – and the battle couldn’t have been that long. So where was he? A different time zone? A different – he swallowed nervously – world? Dimension? God only knew what the Ministry were doing with something like that veil.
He pushed his magic against the bonds the spell had placed on him. He winced at the backlash. He would be able to break through, eventually, but it would take a while. He just hoped that no one would walk in and find him before he got free. It would be awkward enough to explain his presence in…wherever he was without being unable to move.
‘Finite Incantatem,’ he thought desperately. ‘Finite Incantatem. Finite Incantatem. Finite Incantatem.’
His wand sparked and Sirius felt the bonds vanish. He sighed in relief and sat up. He kept his wand out, though, and after a moment’s hesitation, he lit it with a murmured “Lumos”. Golden light spilled over the room. It was bare, mostly, with a small table near a heavy looking wooden door. The room was made of stone, similar to the stone Hogwarts was made out of, and its windows – set in small recesses – were made up of tiny, diamond shaped panes of glass.
“Fancy,” Sirius muttered. He’d only ever seen windows like that at Malfoy Manor – when he’d gone to attend Narcissa’s wedding, joyous occasion that that had been – and found himself praying that he wasn’t there. Or, at least, that this mysterious place on the other side of the veil didn’t have Malfoys.
As he turned in a full circle, he noticed the drawings on the stone floor. There was a large rug, rolled up, leaning against the wall in one of the far corners, and Sirius supposed that it was meant to cover the flagstones he’d come round on. He’d never seen drawings like this before. Done in what looked like chalk, it was a series of geometric shapes in a series of concentric circles surrounded by sigils that meant absolutely bugger all to Sirius. It wasn’t comforting. The drawings looked sinister as all hell, but he found himself being reassured by the fact that – wherever he was – there was still magic.
His wand-light landed on a person, and Sirius yelped; sounding, for a moment, very much like his Animagus form. It was a boy – he thought; he couldn’t quite be sure: there was something very girlish about the slight curve of the hips and the face – and he was leaning against the wall, watching Sirius curiously. His eyes glinted purple in the wand-light, and his long hair shone green.
Sirius swallowed nervously.
The boy spoke up, and Sirius stared at him. He definitely sounded like a girl – though Sirius still wanted to refer to him mentally as a boy; instinct – but that wasn’t really what caught Sirius’s attention. It was the fact that Sirius couldn’t understand a word of what he was saying.
“Um,” he said. “I have no idea what you just said.”
The boy blinked, a look of confusion passed briefly over his face, before he moved. He pushed off the wall and sashayed over to where Sirius was standing. He wasn’t wearing all that much: a cropped, skin tight top and a very short skirt – both dark purple – that revealed most of his long legs and his thin, toned stomach. He stopped about three feet away from Sirius before leaning in, tilting his head to peer up into Sirius’s face. This close, Sirius could see that the boy’s pupils were slitted like a cat’s. He wasn’t human, then.
‘Oh goody,’ Sirius thought. He cleared his throat and jabbed a finger at himself. “Sirius,” he said.
The boy nodded and repeated the gesture. “Envy,” he said, in that girlish voice, a grin spreading slowly across his androgynous face.
Envy? Sirius winced internally. And he’d thought the Black family tradition of naming their kids after stars and constellations was bad. Who on earth named their kid Envy?
“Where am I?” he asked, drawing out the words, indicating the room with a sweeping wave of his hand.
Envy’s brow furrowed. He mimicked the movement but didn’t say anything. Sirius sighed. The language barrier was going to be something of an obstacle, he could tell.
“Where?” he asked again, repeating the gesture.
Something sparked in Envy’s eyes, and he spoke again. “Amestris,” he said.
For a moment, Sirius felt his brain stop working. He was where? Amestris? Was that even a country? That ruled out his being in a different time or time zone, at least. An alternate dimension or universe it was! Great. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, looking down at the weird symbols on the floor.
“Alchemy,” Envy said, pointing at the drawings.
“Alchemy?” Sirius asked, stunned that there was a word that he’d actually recognised. Maybe he would be able to get the hang of the weird language Envy had spoken in after all. When Envy nodded, he felt hope well up inside him. This world, this Amestris, had Alchemy. And even though Sirius knew nothing about Alchemy at all, he knew that Professor Dumbledore had dabbled in the subject – and everyone knew that Dumbledore’s idea of ‘dabbling’ was everyone else’s idea of PhD level research. So maybe, just maybe, there was a way to send him back.
There was a noise somewhere in the house. Envy’s head shot up, and a chilling sneer passed over his pretty features before he turned back to Sirius. He reached out and grabbed Sirius’s free hand. He tugged, and Sirius went with him willingly. They left the room, passed along corridor after corridor, until they came to what was clearly a kitchen. Envy began to ransack the cupboards, pulling out a hunk of cheese – or something that looked like cheese; Sirius hoped that the food wouldn’t be too different in this world – some bread and a flask, which he filled with water from the tap.
Sirius conjured a bag – a black rucksack; not his most ornate, but practical enough – and Envy studied him curiously for a moment before shoving the food and water at him. Then he pointed back into the house. “Dante,” he said, before pointing at Sirius and then drawing his finger across his throat in the multi-universal gesture for ‘you’re dead’. Sirius gulped nervously and nodded, stuffing the provisions into his bag along with his wand. He’d just got here, and someone already wanted him dead? Or was it less personal and this Dante person just happened to be some kind of psycho like Voldemort?
He pointed at Envy, who just shrugged. He pointed to himself, raised his hand to his forehead and then pointed at Sirius. He’d come looking for him. That…was kind of reassuring. Sirius knew nothing about him. He didn’t even know what Envy was. He wasn’t even totally sure if Envy was a guy, but it was nice to know that he’d come looking for him.
“Thank you,” he said. Envy apparently understood because he grinned before guiding Sirius to a door. He murmured something in his own language and opened it, turning to look at Sirius expectantly.
Sirius transformed into Padfoot, earning himself a soft gasp from his companion, grabbed his bag in his jaws, and shot out of the door and into the night. It was cool, and there was a light breeze rustling the leaves on the nearby trees. Sirius headed for the woods; he would find shelter there, at least.
He’d find shelter, and then when Envy came looking for him, he’d find a way to get back to England; get back to Harry. He’d explore this Amestris place as much as he could, but he wouldn’t – couldn’t – let himself get distracted. He had to get home. He had to. But…
He paused at the tree line and looked back towards the manor house he had fled from. He wasn’t a criminal here. He was free. He still had his magic, and there was a version of Alchemy here that had to be connected to the veil somehow. And he was alive; that was more important. He was still alive.
He turned away from the manor house and loped into the forest. He’d find somewhere to spend the night, then he’d wait for Envy. He’d have to learn the language of this place, learn more about Alchemy before he could do anything about going home, so…well, he wouldn’t be Sirius Black if he didn’t make the most of his situation.
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Harry Potter/Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Future Envy/Sirius
Genre: Gen, Crossover
24Hour Themes Prompt: 2300: Coping with drastic change in a positive manner.
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Sirius' fall through the veil takes him to a very different world
AN: This was written for the
24hour_themes table that I claimed a while ago. Incidentally, my official claim was not for anything Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist related; this just happened anyway.I've never written anything for Fullmetal Alchemist before. New Fandom. Ooooh.
The room he found himself in was dark. He couldn’t move – Bellatrix had Petrified him, obviously – but he could see. He could look around, not that there was much to look at: just the hint of a vaulted ceiling. He had his wand too, still gripped in the fingers of his right hand. That was reassuring. He would be able to use it once he’d found a way to free himself from this bloody spell.
The room he was in was silent. It sounded even quieter with the sounds of the battle at the Ministry still ringing in his ears. Somewhere, a clock chimed. Eleven chimes and the world fell silent again. Eleven? Sirius knew for a fact that it hadn’t been that late when he’d left Grimmauld Place – Remus arguing with him every step of the way; nagging and pleading and telling him to “think of Harry”; not for the first time, Sirius wondered if Remus had a bit of Seer in him – and the battle couldn’t have been that long. So where was he? A different time zone? A different – he swallowed nervously – world? Dimension? God only knew what the Ministry were doing with something like that veil.
He pushed his magic against the bonds the spell had placed on him. He winced at the backlash. He would be able to break through, eventually, but it would take a while. He just hoped that no one would walk in and find him before he got free. It would be awkward enough to explain his presence in…wherever he was without being unable to move.
‘Finite Incantatem,’ he thought desperately. ‘Finite Incantatem. Finite Incantatem. Finite Incantatem.’
His wand sparked and Sirius felt the bonds vanish. He sighed in relief and sat up. He kept his wand out, though, and after a moment’s hesitation, he lit it with a murmured “Lumos”. Golden light spilled over the room. It was bare, mostly, with a small table near a heavy looking wooden door. The room was made of stone, similar to the stone Hogwarts was made out of, and its windows – set in small recesses – were made up of tiny, diamond shaped panes of glass.
“Fancy,” Sirius muttered. He’d only ever seen windows like that at Malfoy Manor – when he’d gone to attend Narcissa’s wedding, joyous occasion that that had been – and found himself praying that he wasn’t there. Or, at least, that this mysterious place on the other side of the veil didn’t have Malfoys.
As he turned in a full circle, he noticed the drawings on the stone floor. There was a large rug, rolled up, leaning against the wall in one of the far corners, and Sirius supposed that it was meant to cover the flagstones he’d come round on. He’d never seen drawings like this before. Done in what looked like chalk, it was a series of geometric shapes in a series of concentric circles surrounded by sigils that meant absolutely bugger all to Sirius. It wasn’t comforting. The drawings looked sinister as all hell, but he found himself being reassured by the fact that – wherever he was – there was still magic.
His wand-light landed on a person, and Sirius yelped; sounding, for a moment, very much like his Animagus form. It was a boy – he thought; he couldn’t quite be sure: there was something very girlish about the slight curve of the hips and the face – and he was leaning against the wall, watching Sirius curiously. His eyes glinted purple in the wand-light, and his long hair shone green.
Sirius swallowed nervously.
The boy spoke up, and Sirius stared at him. He definitely sounded like a girl – though Sirius still wanted to refer to him mentally as a boy; instinct – but that wasn’t really what caught Sirius’s attention. It was the fact that Sirius couldn’t understand a word of what he was saying.
“Um,” he said. “I have no idea what you just said.”
The boy blinked, a look of confusion passed briefly over his face, before he moved. He pushed off the wall and sashayed over to where Sirius was standing. He wasn’t wearing all that much: a cropped, skin tight top and a very short skirt – both dark purple – that revealed most of his long legs and his thin, toned stomach. He stopped about three feet away from Sirius before leaning in, tilting his head to peer up into Sirius’s face. This close, Sirius could see that the boy’s pupils were slitted like a cat’s. He wasn’t human, then.
‘Oh goody,’ Sirius thought. He cleared his throat and jabbed a finger at himself. “Sirius,” he said.
The boy nodded and repeated the gesture. “Envy,” he said, in that girlish voice, a grin spreading slowly across his androgynous face.
Envy? Sirius winced internally. And he’d thought the Black family tradition of naming their kids after stars and constellations was bad. Who on earth named their kid Envy?
“Where am I?” he asked, drawing out the words, indicating the room with a sweeping wave of his hand.
Envy’s brow furrowed. He mimicked the movement but didn’t say anything. Sirius sighed. The language barrier was going to be something of an obstacle, he could tell.
“Where?” he asked again, repeating the gesture.
Something sparked in Envy’s eyes, and he spoke again. “Amestris,” he said.
For a moment, Sirius felt his brain stop working. He was where? Amestris? Was that even a country? That ruled out his being in a different time or time zone, at least. An alternate dimension or universe it was! Great. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, looking down at the weird symbols on the floor.
“Alchemy,” Envy said, pointing at the drawings.
“Alchemy?” Sirius asked, stunned that there was a word that he’d actually recognised. Maybe he would be able to get the hang of the weird language Envy had spoken in after all. When Envy nodded, he felt hope well up inside him. This world, this Amestris, had Alchemy. And even though Sirius knew nothing about Alchemy at all, he knew that Professor Dumbledore had dabbled in the subject – and everyone knew that Dumbledore’s idea of ‘dabbling’ was everyone else’s idea of PhD level research. So maybe, just maybe, there was a way to send him back.
There was a noise somewhere in the house. Envy’s head shot up, and a chilling sneer passed over his pretty features before he turned back to Sirius. He reached out and grabbed Sirius’s free hand. He tugged, and Sirius went with him willingly. They left the room, passed along corridor after corridor, until they came to what was clearly a kitchen. Envy began to ransack the cupboards, pulling out a hunk of cheese – or something that looked like cheese; Sirius hoped that the food wouldn’t be too different in this world – some bread and a flask, which he filled with water from the tap.
Sirius conjured a bag – a black rucksack; not his most ornate, but practical enough – and Envy studied him curiously for a moment before shoving the food and water at him. Then he pointed back into the house. “Dante,” he said, before pointing at Sirius and then drawing his finger across his throat in the multi-universal gesture for ‘you’re dead’. Sirius gulped nervously and nodded, stuffing the provisions into his bag along with his wand. He’d just got here, and someone already wanted him dead? Or was it less personal and this Dante person just happened to be some kind of psycho like Voldemort?
He pointed at Envy, who just shrugged. He pointed to himself, raised his hand to his forehead and then pointed at Sirius. He’d come looking for him. That…was kind of reassuring. Sirius knew nothing about him. He didn’t even know what Envy was. He wasn’t even totally sure if Envy was a guy, but it was nice to know that he’d come looking for him.
“Thank you,” he said. Envy apparently understood because he grinned before guiding Sirius to a door. He murmured something in his own language and opened it, turning to look at Sirius expectantly.
Sirius transformed into Padfoot, earning himself a soft gasp from his companion, grabbed his bag in his jaws, and shot out of the door and into the night. It was cool, and there was a light breeze rustling the leaves on the nearby trees. Sirius headed for the woods; he would find shelter there, at least.
He’d find shelter, and then when Envy came looking for him, he’d find a way to get back to England; get back to Harry. He’d explore this Amestris place as much as he could, but he wouldn’t – couldn’t – let himself get distracted. He had to get home. He had to. But…
He paused at the tree line and looked back towards the manor house he had fled from. He wasn’t a criminal here. He was free. He still had his magic, and there was a version of Alchemy here that had to be connected to the veil somehow. And he was alive; that was more important. He was still alive.
He turned away from the manor house and loped into the forest. He’d find somewhere to spend the night, then he’d wait for Envy. He’d have to learn the language of this place, learn more about Alchemy before he could do anything about going home, so…well, he wouldn’t be Sirius Black if he didn’t make the most of his situation.