How can I repay you, brother of mine?

How can I expect you to forgive?

Clinging to the past, I shed our blood

And shattered your chance to live.

Edward could feel those wretched creatures of the gate pulling at his body, drawing him in. He was revolted by their touch, but he didn't care. This was for Al. He would do anything for his brother to live.


Harry clapped a hand to his burning scar. "Ow," he mumbled.

"What's wrong with you, Potter?" Draco snarled, the lantern shaking in his hands. The Forbidden Forest was no place to be at night or any other time. His father would hear of this.

"Shut up a minute, Malfoy, I'm trying to listen. There's something up ahead."

"Are you trying to scare me, Potter? Well it won't work. I'm not a coward like you and that snivelling Weasley," Draco retorted, his voice betraying him.

Something flickered in the shadows ahead. "Argh!" Harry cried out as the blinding pain returned. "W-who's there? Show yourself!" Draco called. "My father is important! I could have you arrested for this!" he said, mustering all of his bavado. The shadow made no reply. Draco snatched up a nearby stick and held it up defensively. "S-stay where you are!"

The shadow crept closer, slowly reaching with its hands as if to choke the life from the nearest living person. Harry cried out again as a fresh wave of pain washed over him.

His eyes darting about in fear, Draco turned and fled, crying out incoherently for the shadow not to kill him. The lantern light bobbed furiously as it faded into the dark.

The shadow turned to Harry, its menacing hands reaching for him now. Harry tried to resist, but the pain was too great. He was going to die...

A shout from behind and the sound of metal against metal drew Harry's attention. Struggling to focus, Harry saw the shadow hurriedly backing away into the forest and a short blond boy dressed in black standing where the shadow had been just a moment before. "Who are you?" Harry tried to ask, but he had no strength left to form the words and fell into unconsciousness.


Harry awoke to find himself in Madame Pomfrey's hospital wing. "You are awake, I see," said a kind voice. "Dumbledore," said Harry, suprised. "What happened? How did I get here?"

"Hermione and Ron will be pleased to know that you are feeling better. However, the person that you truly owe you thanks to is this young man," said Dumbledore, moving aside to reveal the young alchemist lying in the bed to the right of Harry. The boy's face was covered with sweat, and his lips were murmuring in troubled sleep. Harry faced the headmaster. "Will he be all right?"

"Madame Pomfrey was of the opinion that this young man has suffered a severe shock, but he should recover in no time."


Edward floundered about in the darkness, straining to breathe. He reached for Al, but just before their hands touched, his brother's hand disintegrated. Edward recoiled in terror as his own body began to break down.

"Brother!" Al cried, desperately begging Edward to save him.


Edward sat up, gasping for air. He heard the murmur of voices on his left and glanced over to see the boy he had saved earlier talking to a white-haired old man dressed in a flowing robe. "Where am I?" Ed asked, testing his voice.

"Ah, good, you have awoken," replied the old man, adjusting his spectacles. "You are presently located in Madam Pomfrey's hospital at Hogwarts. However, I would be very pleased to discover by what means you happened to come here, young man."

"Hogwarts?" asked Ed, confused. "I've never heard of such a place."

"Most people have not," replied Dumbledore, "but then again, most people do not enter the Forbidden Forest unnoticed and fight off Voldemort single-handedly, now do they?"

"So it was him, then?" Harry asked quietly. Dumbledore nodded solemnly.

"Who are you talking about?" questioned Ed.

"Voldemort," said Harry, as if it was obvious. This did not help Edward at all. "Who?"

"How can you not know?!" Harry exploded. " He's the one who-"

"That's enough, Harry," Dumbledore reprimanded gently. He turned to Ed. "What is your name?"

Straightening, Ed replied proudly, "I'm Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist."

Dumbledore sat back in suprise. "Well, Mister Elric, wherever you are from, you certainly are a long way from home. The age of the alchemists ended several hundred years ago."

Edward was stunned.

"Ishbal, Lior, transmutation: do these words mean anything to you?" he asked.

Dumbledore shook his head. "No more than the words Hogwarts, England, or Muggle mean anything to you."

Edward tried one more time. "What about the Philosopher's Stone?"

For the second time that day Dumbledore's impeccable demeanor was replaced by astonishment. "How do you know about that?"

Ed gave a small sound of self-contempt. "I've spent most of my life searching for that thing. That's the reason I started learning alchemy in the first place. Of course, once I knew the truth about it I tried to stop, but we were already involved," he said bitterly. Clutching his head, he muttered, " I can't believe I was so stupid!"

Harry looked at the two of them, unsure of what to say. Just what was going on?


As Dumbledore closed the door of the hospital, Madame Pomfrey walked up to him. "Dumbledore, sir, I'm not sure how to say this, but there's something you should know about that boy."

"What is it?" asked Dumbledore politely.

"He has no arm!" Madame Pomfrey cried hysterically. "It's just a chunk of metal! His leg is the same way!"

"Well, that is interesting," Dumbledore mused.

"This is not amusing, Headmaster!" puffed an irate Madame Pomfrey.

"Of course not, Poppy," Dumbledore soothed, deep in thought. "I'll be in my office for a little while. There is something I want to look up," he murmured absently, leaving a still-indignant Madame Pomfrey in his wake.


Harry was assaulted by two worried voices the moment he set foot into the Great Hall.

"Oh, Harry, are you all right?" cried Hermione, wringing her hands in apparent anguish.

"Did you really see You-Know-Who? Is it true that the blond kid faced him alone?" demanded Ron, his feckled face scrunched into an expression that pleaded for answers.

"Where is he from?"

"Who is he?"

"What's his name?"

Harry held his hands over his ears in an attempt to block out the bombardment of questions. "Enough already! I don't know who he is. He said his name was Edward Elric, and he mentioned something about being an alchemist, but beyond that he didn't seem to want to say much. He didn't seem to know anything about magic, either."

"That's strange," commented Hermione. "I thought the alchemists went extinct centuries ago."

Harry nodded. "Dumbledore seemed really suprised, too. Not too long after that he left the hospital, and Edward didn't want to talk at all, so that's all I found out."

"Well, whoever he is, we should keep an eye on him," stated Hermione firmly. "For all we know he could be after you, Harry."

"What!" shouted both Ron and Harry incredulously. "Hermione, he saved me from Voldemort!" Harry interjected. Wincing at the mention of the Dark Lord's name, Hermione continued, "That's exactly my point. It's the perfect way to get you to trust him. No doubt that's what You-Know-Who would think."

Harry paused, remembering that night. "Now that you mention it, Voldemort sort of gave up almost too easily..."

"Then that settles it," declared Ron." We'll have to keep watch on him as well as Snape from now on, as long as it takes!"

The three friends nodded their heads in mutual agreement.


Voldemort hissed in fury. Foiled by a mere child! He had sworn once before to never let that happen again, but against his will, control of his own destiny eluded him. "Quirrel," he seethed, "Find out whatever you can about this Edward Elric. When the time comes, kill him. I will not have some Muggle brat destroying all I have worked for."

"B-But my Lord, there is no information on the alchemists anymore," stuttered Quirrel fearfully.

"THEN FIND SOME!" roared Voldemort. "Look in the library, you dimwit!"

"B-but what if it's not there?"

"You're a teacher; go look in the restricted section."

Quirrel gave a little yelp, but he dared not deny his master's order. "Y-yes, my lord, I w-will obey," he stammered, a feeling of dread growing inside him.


Edward flexed his automail experimentally. At first he wondered why it was still attached, but then he decided that the gate had taken his real limbs again as payment for returning his brother's body. The automail had probably been left inside the gate and just happened to attract to him when he passed back through.

Pulling his blove back on, Ed decided not to show anyone his metal limbs. After all, who knew how they might react? That man, Dumbledore, seemed suprised that he was an alchemist, which was to be expected, but there was something else bothering him. It was Dumbledore's reaction to the mention of the Philosopher's Stone. "There's definately something fishy going on at this place," he thought, gazing pensively at the automail which Winry had so lovingly constructed. "Besides, I know what happens when people get involved with the Stone."

Ed was so deep in thought he almost didn't hear Dumbledore's knock at the door. "Hello, Edward. May I come in?"

"Sure," he replied, subtly repositioning his hand under the sheets.

"I met with the other teachers. We have agreed to let you stay here as a student for as long as you need. That is, until you are able to find your way back home."

Ed smiled at the irony. "Thank you, sir, but I don't really have a home to go back to. The only family I have is my brother, but I have no idea whether he's still alive or not."

"I'm sorry," Dumbledore said sympathetically.

"No matter, I'll just have to do what I can on this side, right? After all, that's what we've always done," he laughed. "I'm sure there's a way back. I'll find it if I just search hard enough."

Dumbledore looked at him with new respect. It took a strong man to keep his optimism in the face of such sorrow and and even stronger man to keep his smile.

Pushing up his spectacles, the headmaster continued. "You have arrived rather late in the year, I'm afraid, but with your background in alchemy I'm sure you will catch up in no time."

"Thank you, sir," Ed said quietly. "I look forward to it."

This is a story about what would have happened if Edward ended up in England instead of Germany when he went through the gate. Disclaimer: I do not own any characters and the song at the top is the FMA theme "Brothers" in English sung by Ed's voice actor, Vic Mignogna. The video can be found on youtube.