Author's Note: Hello, everyone! Yes, it's another FMA/Harry Potter Fanfiction! But... it's for the MANGA/2nd series of FMA. It is NOT connected to my other three FMA/Harry Potter fanfictions. I hope you like this one!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR FMA! If I did, I'd be freakin' rich!
Edward Elric was not your ordinary fifteen year old boy. He was a State Alchemist for his home country: Amestris. He had long, golden blond hair that he usually wore in a braid. He also had matching gold eyes. He wasn't very tall either, like he should be, but that didn't change the fact that he was a very talented alchemist. He usually wore a pair of black trousers, a black tank top with a black over jacket, black combat boots, a red hooded trench, and white gloves. His younger brother, Alphonse Elric, was fourteen years old and an alchemist himself, but he was not certified by the State like his elder brother was. Alphonse wasn't an ordinary boy either. His soul was trapped in a suit of armor, his body residing at a place called The Gate. But that's a whole other story.
Edward, Ed for short, sighed angrily as he and his brother Alphonse rode in an empty train cabin to Eastern City. Ed's right elbow rested on the window sill while his chin was in his palm. He had a pouty look on his face while he looked out of the window at the passing scenery. Alphonse, Al for short, was looking at the scenery as well, but he looked at Ed as soon as he heard Ed groaning.
"What's the matter, Big Brother?" asked Al.
"Hm?" asked Ed, looking at his brother.
"I asked you what's the matter," said Al. "You seem to be pretty deep in thought."
"It's nothing," said Ed.
"Brother…," Al said.
"I'm just wondering what that stupid colonel wants," said Ed.
"Maybe he just wants to see us," said Al. "You know, see how we're doing in our search."
"I doubt it," said Ed. "He just wants to rub it in our faces that our lead was turning out to be a big fu--."
"Brother, don't swear," said Al.
"Friggin' waste of time," said Ed. "And a fake."
"I don't think he wants to do that, Ed," said Al. "You're just being melodramatic."
"I am not!" said Ed.
"You are so, Ed," said Al. "You're always melodramatic."
"Shut up, Al," said Ed.
Al sighed and looked back out the window.
"I just don't want us to be this way forever, Al," said Ed.
Al looked back at Ed.
"I know, but we won't," said Al. "You just have to have faith."
"Brother," said Al, in a frustrated tone.
"What?" asked Ed.
"Nothing," said Al. "We're almost to Eastern City."
"I know," said Ed. "And I'm dreading every second of it."
If Al had his body, he would be rolling his eyes. When they got to Eastern City, it was already nighttime. Ed yawned as he and Al got off of the train at the station. He was really tired from being on the train for two days.
"Do you think we should go to Headquarters, Brother?" Al asked.
"Nah," said Ed. "We can go tomorrow. I just want to find a place to stay so I can get some sleep. I'm exhausted."
"You slept on the train," said Al.
"Yeah, but the train seats aren't exactly comfortable, you know," said Ed. "Now, let's go."
"All right," said Al.
They started walking toward the exit but were intercepted by Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc, a subordinate of Ed's superior: Colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist. All of the State Alchemists have a second name. Ed's second name is the FullMetal Alchemist.
"Hi, Lieutenant Havoc," said Al.
"Hey, Al," said Havoc.
"What are you doing here?" Ed asked.
"Hi to you too, Ed," said Havoc. "Colonel Mustang sent me to pick you up."
"Well, tell him thanks but no thanks," said Ed, as he walked passed Havoc. "I'll come by tomorrow to get chewed out. Come on, Al, let's go find somewhere to stay and then to get some food."
"Okay, Brother," said Al.
"Oh, no you don't, Chief," said Havoc, going to Ed and grabbing him by the hood of his coat. "Colonel Mustang wants to see you right now."
"Let go of me!" said Ed.
"Nope, not until you agree to come with me to HQ," said Havoc.
"FINE!" said Ed.
Havoc let go of Ed's coat hood. Ed straightened his coat.
"Let's go," said Ed.
Then he, Al, and Havoc went to Havoc's car and got in. They were on their way in a matter of moments.
"What's so important that couldn't wait for tomorrow?" asked Ed.
"I don't know, but it is important," said Havoc.
"The cafeteria better be open," Ed grumbled.
"Don't worry about it, Ed," said Havoc. "Even if it isn't, you can raid the break room."
"Joy," Ed said sarcastically.
"You don't have to be so excited," said Havoc.
"Just shut up and drive," said Ed.
"Brother!" Al scolded.
"What?" asked Ed.
"You don't have to be so rude," said Al.
"Don't worry about it, Alphonse," said Havoc. "I'm not offended."
They arrived at Headquarters about ten minutes later since there was no traffic around and in Colonel Mustang's office three minutes later. Colonel Mustang excused Havoc and Al left to go wait outside in the hallway.
"It's about time you got here, FullMetal," said Mustang.
"Don't preach me, Colonel," said Ed, as he sat on a sofa by Mustang's desk. "Now, what do you want?"
"It's a new mission," said Mustang.
"I thought so," said Ed. "What new mission is so important that you couldn't wait until tomorrow to talk to me about?"
"First of all, I want to know about your lead," said Mustang.
A look of dread came over Ed's face.
"That bad, huh?" asked Mustang.
"You're the one who gave me the lead, you bastard," said Ed.
"Now, now, Ed, that's no way to talk to your elders or superior officer," said Mustang. "I could have you court martialed."
"No, you won't," said Ed. "I'm the military's best asset. Now, tell me what you want to talk to me about."
"All right, then," said Mustang. "Your new case is to go to a school of magic."
"You've got to be kidding," said Ed, laughing. "Magic isn't real. It's a kid's fairy tale!"
"Yes, I know, but the Fuhrer President thinks that you need to go," said Mustang. "He wants to know if this 'magic' can help the military."
Ed stopped laughing.
"You mean, so the military can use it as a weapon?" asked Ed.
"Yes," said Mustang. "I'm not any happier than you are about it. Personally speaking, I think the Fuhrer has lost his mind, but don't repeat that to anyone outside this room."
"I don't want to be kicked out, so I won't say anything," said Ed. "But why send me for?"
"Apparently, the Fuhrer has been getting letters from that school for you ever since you joined us," said Mustang. "I guess since the military serves as your guardian since you are still under the age of eighteen."
"But why send it if the military doesn't believe in magic or God?" asked Ed.
"Don't ask me, Ed," said Mustang. "The headmaster of the school -" Mustang checked the letter in front of him " - Albus Dumbledore, came to visit the Fuhrer the other day. I guess he was able to convince the Fuhrer with his 'magic' and is finally approving."
"I'm not going to this Bumblebore's school," said Ed.
"Dumbledore," Mustang corrected.
"Whatever," said Ed.
"The Fuhrer knew you were going to act this way, so he has set a meeting up for us to meet this 'Dumbledore' character tomorrow morning at eleven," said Mustang. "The Fuhrer wants us to meet him, mostly you, so we could see for ourselves."
"What if I don't want to?" asked Ed.
"It's a direct order," said Mustang.
Ed stood up.
"I don't care," said Ed. "I'm not going."
"You will be court-martialed, Edward," said Mustang.
"I don't care, Colonel," said Ed. "I joined the military to find a way to get Al and my bodies back, not to get sent to a crackpot's school. Good night, Colonel."
Then Ed bowed in respect and left the room. Al met up with him out in the hall.
"What did he want, Brother?" asked Al.
"It's nothing important, Al," said Ed. "Let's go get something to eat and get some sleep. I'm beat."
"But he called us all the way from -- ," started Al.
"Don't worry about it," said Ed. "It's not important."
"Okay," said Al.
"Let's go, Al," said Ed.
"Okay," said Al.
Then Ed and Al went to the mess hall where Ed got himself some dinner. Ed sat down at a table and Al sat across from him.
"So, Brother, what do we do now since it's not important?" asked Al.
"I don't know," said Ed. "Maybe catch a train out of here, do some searching ourselves."
"But we don't have any new leads yet," said Al. "And I don't think the neighboring town of what's-it-called won't want us there either since you called them -- ."
"It doesn't matter, Al," said Ed. "I just don't want to stay here."
"Where will we go then?" asked Al. "The military has you on a leash."
"You make me sound like a dog," said Ed, as he tucked into his dinner.
"Well, that's what State Alchemists are called, aren't they?" asked Al.
"Shut up!" Ed yelled as his younger brother laughed at him.
After eating his dinner, Ed and his brother went to the NCO living quarters and checked in. Ed and Al went to their room. Ed went to the bathroom, and then he took his boots and pants off after taking off his red trench coat and black over jacket. Ed got into his bed and then looked at Al who was sitting on his bed.
"Sorry, Al, that we didn't find the Stone," said Ed.
"That's all right, Brother," said Al. "There's always next time, right?"
"Yeah," said Ed. "Good night, Al."
"Good night, Brother," said Al. "Sweet dreams."
"Thanks, Al," said Ed. "I'll surely kick Mustang's ass now."
Al sighed. Then Ed lay down and was asleep once his head hit the pillow. The next morning, Ed woke up at nine o'clock. He got his clothes and boots on after going to the bathroom and re-fixing his braid. Ed straightened the trench coat at the top and grabbed his suitcase. He put his hand on the doorknob.
"Let's go, Al," said Ed.
"All right, Brother," said Al.
But when Ed opened the door, he saw that someone was just about to knock on the door.