Chapter 1

Roy

Dangerous violet eyes gleamed from a deceivingly childish face. Shadows swirled around him, full of dark eyes and razor sharp teeth, all smirking smugly. Roy wanted to scream. The pain was unbearable. Blood flowed freely from his pierced hands, forming a pool of sticky red around him. Pride's inky shadows circled him, twisting into the shape of a sickeningly familiar transmutation circle. The memory of Hoenheim's chalk and blood covered study unwillingly came into mind. Roy struggled harder. The scientist from before slowly rose into view, Pride's shadow's cocooning the man in a death grasp above the circle.

"Well Colonel Mustang, looks like you're our fifth." The echo in Pride's voice seemed more ominous than ever.

"That's right, the last one." Wrath's single eye shone red. The transmutation circle began to glow blue. Lightning crackled around them. The pain in his hands seemed to matter less and less.

"I was really hoping that I wouldn't have to resort to this," Pride monologued, apathetic as ever. "But there is no choice. We've run out of time."

"Whether you like it or not, we're forcing you to open the portal. Prepare yourself." Wrath continued, the ever present fury coloring his voice.

"No, I won't do it!" Roy growled. He was not just another pawn on their chess board. No way in hell was he going to just roll over and be their sacrifice.

"As I said, it doesn't matter if you want to. Pride has just assimilated an alchemist with knowledge of human transmutation." The sound of the mad scientist's whimpers seemed to grow louder. "He has the necessary formula."

"He's safely pegged, move back Wrath, now." Roy could hear the sound of metal sliding out of flesh as Wrath drew the blood stained swords from his hands. At the same time he could feel Pride's shadows curling and tightening around his neck and arms. Wrath stepped from the circle with slow purposeful steps, it was only when he was passed the glowing blue lines did he look back.

"I wonder what will be taken from you in exchange, Mustang." Roy glared at the homunculus with all the venom he could muster.

The circle pulsed and then exploded world blazed with pain. He couldn't stop the screams that burst from his lips. Truth, it hurt so much.

"COLONEL!" Riza's cry was the last thing he heard before the transmutation consumed him.

"Roy! ROY!" Someone was shaking him. Roy blinked in confusion, what was going on? "Roy!"

"Dora…?"

"Merlin! Your awake. You had me worried there for a minute." His cousin stared down at him with worried eyes. "Musta been one hell of a nightmare you were having. You were screaming your lungs out."

"Nightmare?" Visions of the dream drifted back in the form of mixed up images. He could vaguely recall a child with violet eyes…and blood…but everything else was a blur. Roy gently rubbed the skin below his eyelids. "I guess. I can't really remember it now…"

"Eh, that's fine. Our Hogwarts letters came!" Nymphadora grinned. Roy couldn't help but grin back. It was his first year of Hogwarts! He'd been waiting years for this day! The eleven year old quickly pushed off all his covers off and bounced out of bed. He couldn't wait for Hogwarts!

"Race you to the kitchen!" He shouted in excitement and took off running, Dora at his heels. The cousins ran down the hallway, shoving hands in each other's faces trying to get ahead of the other. Down the stairs they raced until they tumbled into the kitchen. "Haha! I win!"

"That's cause I let yet you, squirt!" She morphed her nose into a more snout like shape and stuck out her tongue.

"In your dreams, Nymphadora."

Her hair flashed a bright red, "Don't call me Nymphadora!"

"No fighting in the house kids." Uncle Ted muttered groggily, looking up from the Daily Prophet at his seat at head of the table, his blond hair still disheveled from sleep.

"He started it." Dora whined.

"Yes, but you're seventeen. He's eleven." Uncle Ted said with a slight smirk.

It was at that moment Aunt Andromeda walked in. "Good morning Dora, Roy."

"Morning Mom." "Morning Aunt Dromeda." Dora and Roy said at the same time.

"Roy, Dora's already opened hers, but this came with the post this morning." From a pocket in her robes the dark haired woman pulled out a thick cream colored envelope. She held it out to him. Scrawled in vibrant green ink, Roy could make out the words Roy Lestrange written in perfect cursive. The preteen accepted it without a second thought. With a single tear he had it open. In a second his obsidian eyes were scanning the letter as fast as they could.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Lestrange,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Roy smiled ear to ear. It was finally happening!

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)

by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic

by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory

by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration

by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions

by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS

ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK

Yours sincerely,

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus

Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions

"I suppose this means we'll be taking a trip to Diagon Alley."

"YES!" Roy couldn't help but shout with joy. Life was perfect.