Prologue
Quick note, to explain how this world is set up, cause I've had a dimensional travel/time difference story that wasn't very clear before.
This takes place more in Brotherhood than the 2003 anime but has elements from both. Kimblee has 2003's look, but Brotherhood's personality, for instance.
Lily's mother's family is originally from Amestris, but they suspected something was wrong and left about two hundred years before the main storyline Fullmetal Alchemist.
Making a deal with Truth in exchange for a Philosopher's stone they got from Hohenheim, who gave it to them so they could escape Dwarf's clutches as one had caught his interest, they fled into to Earth as the Gate, like in the 03 anime, is connected to other realities.
Time in the Fullmetal world is a ratio that I am not sure about how to explain.
Think like the time chamber from Dragon Ball Z, one year in the Fullmetal world is two months in the Harry Potter world.
This is important. Carmilla leaves the Harry Potter world just after her second year ends, and is pulled back during the Tournament.
So while she's been 'missing' two years to the wizards, she's been in the Fullmetal world for roughly (and please check my math if you want as it isn't my strong suit) twelve years.
She and Ed are the same age. No, They aren't the pairing (I think, not sure, we'll see).
DO NOT COUNT ON KIMBLEE BEING CANNON.
I will try to make him as cannon as possible, but he is one of the most daunting characters I have ever tried to write, and please bear with me on his behavior.
That is not to say that his relationship is going to be sunshine and rainbows, hell no, they are both damaged people. He's a psychopathic philosopher; she's a hurt, abused teen who, while is a little amoral like her father, is extremely distrustful of human adults since they've never helped her in her life.
She may be desperate to escape both the Dursley's abuse and the idiotic wizards, but she isn't just going to trust her father. As far as she's concerned, Kimblee could be just as bad, but she's willing to take that risk.
This is, of course, a fanfiction, and liberties taken with the characters are for the story itself.
Please enjoy
Carmilla Potter tuned out the sounds of her 'best friends' arguing. Ron had said something or other about "books being stupid," which set Hermione off.
Carmilla didn't care either way, as she had begun to notice things about her so-called friends that made her gut clench, things that she hadn't seen in her first year because she'd been too amazed that magic was real and that she was a witch.
Before she realized she'd really just traded one cage for another.
Sure, the Wizarding World was a fancy, gilded cage, but she hated that it was still holding her prisoner.
Back to her 'friends', she observed that Ron would change the subject if Carmilla tried asking about purebloods, as she was curious as to why they thought the way they did, or if she decided to study more than he did.
Hermione would 'check' her work, saying she was just looking out for her, but she never offered the same to Ron, and Ron never asked.
If Carmilla didn't know better, she'd almost say it was like the two were trying to sabotage her.
She didn't like that idea and wanted to ignore it.
Didn't change the fact that it was on repeat in her mind.
But what really made Carmilla's guts twist into a gordian knot, was when Dobby, a house-elf she tricked Lucius Malfoy into freeing, mentioned that her friends met with the headmaster weekly on Fridays.
Why they were meeting with him, she didn't know, and by the time Dobby warned her and bound himself to her because he wanted to help her if he could, it was time to board the express and return to the Dursleys.
Standing up and stretching, stopping the argument in the process, she looked to her friends.
"I'm going to the bathroom; the final feast seems like it isn't settling well." She told them when Hermione asked where she was going.
"I'll come with you," the bushy-haired girl said, starting to get up only to be stoped by Carmilla.
"No, I'll be fine. Besides, do you really want to come along if I'm going to throw up? I doubt it."
The Girl-Who-Lived grunted, nearly slamming the compartment door shut in her anger.
It was situations like this that made her suspicious.
Heading to the bathroom, and walking right past it, she entered the storage car and hissed.
"Dobby!"
A soft pop sounded as the elf appeared, bouncing in his glee.
"Yes, Mistress Potter? Whats can Dobby be doing for yous?" Dobby's large eyes nearly popped out of his skull in his joy, happy to serve her.
"One, just call me Carmilla, you're not a slave, if you must call me by an honorific, Miss Carmilla will do," She began as she sat on a crate, smiling at the elf who nodded.
"Yes, Miss Carmilla!"
"Two, can you help me sneak past my 'relatives'? I want to go to Gringotts because I have a horrible feeling that someone is trying to pull the wool over my eyes. I don't like that." Carmilla requested, rage flashing in her neon green eyes.
Dobby scowled at her statement, thin lips turning thinner as he processed her words before a bright smile overtook his face.
"Yes, I can, Miss Carmilla! Withs House-elf magic, nones will be awares that yous be right before them! I's can take you straight to Gringotts with my magic!"
This made her smile widely, showing off her sharp k9s, as she almost giggled in glee.
"Thank you, Dobby, truly, you've always had my back, haven't you?"
"Yes, I's have! I will always have you're back, Miss!" Dobby declared, his chest puffed out in his pride.
"Thank you, Dobby; now, I have to return to the others, stay out of sight. No one can know you serve the Potters now."
With another pop, Dobby disappeared, and Carmilla made her way back to her compartment.
Waving off her friends' concerned glanced, she curled up in her seat, planing to sleep the rest of the ride.
After saying goodbye to her friends, she followed the Dursley's out of the station, ignoring Vernon's glare, before pausing at their car.
"What are you doing Girl!" Vernon growled, his face beginning to turn a nasty shade of purple when she looked up at him.
"How'd you like to be free of me, possibly forever?" She asked softly, nearly inaudible out of fear of being hit.
Petunia and Vernon's faces warped from anger to confusion, looking to each other before looking back to Carmilla.
"What do you mean, Freak?" her aunt hissed, her eyes promising pain.
Taking a calming breath to slow her racing heart, she motioned for them to get into the car.
Once they were in, the Dursley's turned to her, about to demand answers.
"What did you mean?" Vernon grunted, eyeing her carefully.
"I mean, that if you just drive me three blocks down from here, well enough out of sight, and let me out, I intend to find other lodgings, Sir." She told the man, being careful not to grit her teeth.
She'd love nothing more than to stab a knife into his skull, for all the beatings he'd given her over the years, but diplomacy worked better than anger.
Vernon glared at her, believing it to be a trick.
"And hows that?"
"Do you really care? If I'm gone, you never have to worry about me tainting your family again, Sir." Carmilla said pleasantly, making him turn thoughtful.
"Fine,"
"But Vernon,"
"No, Pet, they can't force her on us if she leaves willingly," Vernon said, suddenly cheerful in a way that reminded her of the letter fiasco over a year ago.
Suppressing a shudder as Vernon started the car, she watched the world fly by out the window until they stopped with a jerk.
"Get out," Vernon rumbled, jerking his head at her as she quickly complied.
"If I ever see you again, I will beat you within an inch of your life, Freak," he warned as he tossed her trunk onto the sidewalk.
"Believe me, Sir, I know when I'm not wanted," Carmilla assured, waving goodbye as the whale got back in the car and sped off.
Once they were out of sight, she put her hand down and whispered for Dobby, who appeared and gently took her hand in his.
"Shall we's be off?"
"Yes, let's go."