D3ath: Well, the votes are in! I'll have to say, it was close between One Piece, Harry Potter, and something completely different, but in the end Harry Potter won, so there's an HP/FMA fic now. I've edited it as much as I can, and I have to say, it's fairly good. Oh, and I'm sorry if my Japanese isn't perfect—most of it, I'm pulling off the Internet, so if it's not grammatically correct, then just tell me and I'll fix it ^^

Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or Harry Potter. I with I did, but…

A Novus Orsa

By D3athrav3n92

Ed stood at the edge of the transmutation circle, staring at the figure that was now rising shakily to his feet. It was a young boy, almost the same age as Al, as thin as Al, but…

It wasn't Al.

There was no way that it could be. Al's hair was blonde, while the stranger's was a midnight black. The new person was pale, while Al was a healthy pink, and the eyes, oh kami, the eyes. There was no mistaking Alphonse's soft gray for the vivid green that now gazed up at him through lopsided glasses. They stared up at him, bewildered, lost, annoyed, scared, frustrated, and most of all, relief, which confused Edward the most.

In anger, the blonde marched up to the circle, and grabbed the front of the newcomer's shirt.

"Where's Al?!" he shouted, shaking the raven-haired boy furiously. Fear made its way onto the boy's face, and all traces of relief in his green eyes disappeared. He babbled something rapidly, waving around a stick-like object, but Edward was unable to understand. He hoisted the boy higher until they were almost nose-to-nose.

"What happened to Alphonse?!" he snarled.

.o.o.o.O.o.o.o.

Harry stared up at the blonde in fear as he shouted. "Al wa doko da?!"

Harry shook his head frantically, waving his wand about. "What—what happened to Voldemort?! What—" he stopped. It didn't seem like the blonde understood. He hoisted Harry up higher (he was quite strong for a fifteen-year-old), and brought Harry close, their noses almost touching. Harry green eyes met with blazing golden eyes, and he looked into them, frightened.

"Doo shimashita Alphonse ka?!" the blonde snarled.

Harry pointed his wand at the blonde. "Petrificus Totalus!" he shouted in desperation, and the blonde yelped as the spell hit him in the chest. He toppled back, releasing Harry, and the raven-haired boy fell to the floor, sagging in relief. He stood and warily approached the blonde.

"I don't want to fight," he said cautiously, holding his hands up for peace. The golden eyes narrowed, and Harry sighed, scratching the back of his head. "Let's see…" he searched the room. It wide, with lots of boxes and crates stacked up. There was a large circle on the floor, and Harry was standing in the middle of it. He quickly got off, a bad feeling in his gut until he moved away from it. The walls, floor, and ceiling were concrete, giving Harry the impression that this was a basement of some sort.

"Edward-kun? Alphonse-kun?" Harry jumped at the sound of a female's voice, and he spun around, holding up his wand.

Another blonde stood on the stairs, gaping at Harry before switching her bright blue gaze to Ed. "Ed-kun?!" she yelped, and Harry watched nervously as she dashed to the male blonde on the floor. "Daijobu ka?!" When Edward (Harry assumed it was Edward) didn't move, only glared, she whirled on Harry, shouting in a rapid language. He shrank away from her.

"I-I'm sorry," he stuttered, staring up at her with wide, frightened eyes. What he would do to have Hermione here. She'd probably know what they were saying.

The female's blue eyes softened, and she slowly approached Harry, her hands held up in a sign of peace. Harry slowly lowered his wand, still wary. She spoke and gestured to the blonde on the floor, questioning, and Harry nodded. He understood.

He waved his wand at Edward. "Finite Incantem," he murmured, and Edward's arms and legs spread apart. The blonde sat up, muttering under his breath. "Kuso…"

"Baka!!" the female yelled suddenly, and Harry jumped at the sudden increase in volume. He watched as she marched to the male blonde, who scrambled away from her, pulled a wrench out of nowhere, and promptly slammed it into the male's head. He let loose a stream of curses (or what Harry thought were curses), yelling back at the female. She gestured furiously toward Harry, and Harry stepped back as Edward turned his golden glare upon him. She yelled back, and before long, their argument had escalated into a verbal war.

Harry watched with morbid fascination as the female swung her wrench in Edward's direction. He yelped before it connected with his head, and he flew back several feet before colliding with the wall. Harry winced. That must've hurt. And judging from the wrench, they must've been muggles. Harry gulped. If that was the case, then he would probably be expelled from Hogwarts or suspended for performing magic in front of them.

The female turned, suddenly facing Harry with a smile. Harry flinched back impulsively as she drew near, and her smile faltered for a moment. She spoke and beckoned to him, her smile creeping back into place, and she shook her head and pointed at Ed, a scowl tugging at her lips as she looked upon the fallen blonde. She muttered under her breath (most likely something obscene), and she faced Harry again. She shook her head one more time, and she slowly placed a hand on Harry's wand arm. Harry jumped, but he allowed her to lower his arm until it pointed downward. She reached out with her other arm, and gently grabbed his wrist, tugging him toward the stairs.

She beamed. " Konnichiwa! Watashi wa Winry Rockbell desu." He stared at her, baffled, and her smile dimmed slightly. "Konnichiwa?" she repeated, and when he didn't respond, she turned back to Edward and barked something at him.

He replied with a groan, sitting up and muttering. A frown appeared on her face, and she studied him. "Wakarimasu ka?"

The other blonde said something to her, and comprehension dawned on her. "Ah!" She smiled. "Winry Rockbell." She shook his hand, and Harry realized she was introducing herself.

"Harry Potter," he said softly. She nodded and led him up the stairs.

"Oi, Winry!" Edward called, but she sent a scathing glance in his direction before turning away from him and dragging Harry up the stairs. Harry hid a smile. They acted a lot like Ron and Hermione did when they got in an argument. His spirits immediately sank. He hoped he'd be able to meet up with them again. He frowned. Where was he, by the way?

.o.o.o.O.o.o.o.

Winry had walked into the basement to see something completely different from what she was expecting. "Edward-kun? Alphonse-kun?" she called, only to skid to a stop at the sight of a young boy. He looked to be about nine or ten, with the oddest clothes she had ever seen: a black robe, but with an oversized t-shirt and jeans underneath it. He had messy black hair, glasses, and bright green eyes. It wasn't Alphonse. Her breath hitched for a moment, and she scanned the room.

And then she had seen Ed on the floor. Fear struck her for a moment, and in a panic, she rushed toward him, forgetting all about the black-haired boy. She shook her childhood friend roughly, called out to him, and he didn't respond; only sent scathing glares at the newcomer. It had scared her at first, seeing him completely paralyzed on the floor, but his eyes…his eyes were moving, and he was glaring…after a quick inspection, she deemed him to be okay, but not before asking what the boy had done to Ed.

As she yelled at him, she saw him flinch back, and she immediately felt guilty. He was just a young kid! What was wrong with her, yelling at him? He stammered something incomprehensible, and she felt another flash of guilt. She'd scared him so badly he couldn't speak. Slowly, she approached him, and she felt terrible as he stepped back. She swallowed, and pointed at the…stick. "Can you stop it?" she asked, gesturing to Ed, and the boy slowly nodded.

"Finite Incantem," he said softly, pointing his stick at the other blonde, and Winry watched in relief as Ed's arms and legs sprang apart. Edward sat up, cursing. "Shit..."

"Idiot!" she watched grimly as Ed scrambled back from her advance, and she drew her precious wrench, swinging it and smirking slightly as it connected with his head.

Ed glared up at her. "What the hell was that for, Winry?!" he shouted, leaping to his feet. "I was trying to figure out what he did—" he glanced over and gestured to the black-haired boy "—with Al and all of a sudden he attacks me!!! Why'd you go and hit me with that?!"

"He was obviously intimidated by you, Edward! What's your problem, attacking and scaring him like that?!"

Ed turned his snapping yellow gaze upon her. "You're the one that began yelling at him, baka!! I was only lying on the floor, because he did some freaky little alchemy trick and paralyzed me!!"

"ALCHEMY OTAKU!!!"

"AUTOMAIL OTAKU!!!"

"Edward, you JERK!!" she chucked her wrench at Edward's head, and watched him fly across the room to hit the wall with a sickening splat. She smiled in satisfaction before facing the black-haired boy. He flinched back, and she stopped, mentally cursing herself for the violent display. No doubt the boy was scared of her now. She held up her hands, showing that she wasn't going to hurt him, and watched as he relaxed somewhat. "I'm not going to hurt you," she said softly, and she glanced at Ed, who was still lying against the wall. She scowled. "Not like this stupid alchemy freak here," she muttered, pointing at Ed. She slowly lowered the boy's…stick (she felt him jump), and gently grabbed his other wrist.

She began to lead him to the stairs of the basement. "Hi, my name's Winry Rockbell," she said kindly, but her smile slowly dimmed at his baffled expression. "Hello?" When he didn't respond, she turned to Ed.

"Edward!! What'd you do to him?!!"

Ed sat up with a groan. "I don't think he understood," he muttered, and Winry frowned, facing the boy again.

"Do you understand me?" she asked slowly, and she continued to frown when he didn't reply.

Ed got up. "No, I don't think he speaks our language, Winry," he said, scowling, and a look of comprehension crossed her face.

"Ah!" she smiled at Harry. "Winry Rockbell," she said slowly, shaking his hand. This he seemed to understand.

"Harry Potter," he replied softly, and Winry nodded, tugging him up the stairs. He wasn't very strong or heavy, either, much to her surprise. He seemed very light for a nine-year-old.

"Oi, Winry!" Ed called after her, irritated, and Winry glowered at him. She contemplated locking him into the basement for the night, so he could cool down his temper, but she dismissed the idea. It wouldn't have helped much.

She listened to Ed grumble as he tromped up the stairs behind her, and she led Harry into the kitchen, steering him into a chair by the table. "Ed, help me make some food for him. He's really thin," she called, and Ed stomped after her, seething.

"Dammit, Winry, we need to figure out what happened to Al!" he shouted, clenching his gloved fists as she grabbed a plate from the cupboard. "I don't want to lose—" his voice cracked, and he looked down. A lump appeared in Winry's throat, and she set the plate she was holding down onto the counter. She approached Ed, and pulled him into a hug.

He stiffened at first, before his eyes closed. His arms reached up and gripped her shirt as he buried his head into her shoulder. His heavy frame shook, and it took Winry a moment to realize he was crying. Her baby blue eyes widened before they began to water as well. Ed almost never cried. He didn't cry when his mother died, he didn't cry during the automail surgery, and Al never mentioned anything of him crying. Having troubles, yes, but never crying. She rubbed his back, waiting until he calmed down. The prospect of losing his younger brother, his only family, must have hit him hard. Winry quickly closed her eyes, stemming a flood of tears. Not only Ed's family. Her family, too. She was as close to the Elrics as they were to each other.

A little while later, Ed pulled away from Winry, his eyes slightly red. "I don't think he's dead," he whispered, "but I don't know where he is or how to find him…" And slowly, like an old man weary of the world, he left the room, the door clicking gently behind him.

Winry heaved a sigh, and she saw Harry glancing at them in concern, looking a little shaken by the events that had just happened. She gave him a wan smile, and finished cooking, placing a plateful of rice and curry before the scrawny boy. He nodded appreciatively to her, murmured something softly, and began to eat, keeping a wary eye on her. The blonde gave him another smile, telling him that she was okay, and left him to his own devices, heading to her workroom to tidy up before her next customer.

As soon as she closed the door behind her, though, tears began to run down her face. It had only been two months since Granny Pinako had died, Den following a few weeks later, and the idea of losing Al was just too much for her. She sank down to the floor, sobbing, and buried her head in her arms.

.o.o.o.O.o.o.o.

Harry heard the nice blonde girl crying, and he looked at the shut door, feeling guilty. Even though he didn't know what had exactly happened, he felt that it was his fault, that he had played a part in this that caused them such grief. He grimaced, and suddenly he didn't feel hungry anymore. It wasn't that he didn't like the food (it was delicious, compared to what he got at the Dursleys), but guilt had chased all ideas of eating away from him.

Nervously, hesitantly, he approached the closed door, eyebrows creased upward in worry. Slowly, he raised his hand, and knocked. "Um…Winry?" he called softly, and there was a moment of silence before the door creaked open. There stood the girl, tears running down her face. The guilt intensified, and he hung his head. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Hands touched his shoulders, and he jumped. He saw the girl give him a sad smile before pulling him into a hug. He heard her sniff several times before she let go, and she shook her head, as if telling him that it wasn't his fault.

The guilty feeling still didn't go away, however. And briefly, as she led him to a small room, he wondered how he was ever going to get back to Hogwarts.

.o.o.o.O.o.o.o.

Alphonse opened his eyes, fully expecting to see his older brother standing above him. Instead of gold eyes, however, red eyes stared down at him…

…From the back of another man's head.

Al let out a shout of alarm, and leapt to his feet. He teetered and swayed, weak, and he looked down at himself, gulping at the sight.

He had no clothes, first of all, and he was severely malnourished. He could see his ribs clearly, his stomach had sunken in, and he was abnormally thin. His skin was pale, wan, and sickly, and his legs shook with the exertion of standing up. It was just like Ed had predicted: from not having a body for nearly five years, it would have degenerated somewhat, but still alive, thanks to its connection with his older brother. But it had worked. He had his body back. Tears began to gather at his eyes.

The man (or was it two, since there were two faces on one head?) spoke, his red eyes narrowing, and Al froze, tears disappearing. From the tone of his voice, he seemed furious with something, and Al swallowed nervously. His legs gave out, and he fell over with a cry, landing on a stone floor with a thump, pain racing through his body. The man with red eyes hissed again, and turned around, to reveal a man that looked positively terrified. He seemed to be the true owner of the body, considering how his face was in the right spot, and he raised a stick, pointing it at Alphonse.

"Chotto Matte yo—" Al cried weakly, but the man paid him no heed.

"Cruci—"

Doors at the end of the room burst open, and a red light shot out, striking the two-faced man in the chest. Alphonse struggled to sit up, cursing his extremely weak state of body, and watched as the oldest man he'd ever seen run in, followed by an elderly woman.

The old man pointed his stick at two-face, shouting something foreign, and ropes flew out, binding the man. Alphonse gaped in awe. He just completely ignored the laws of equivalent exchange, with just a stick! And judging from his appearance, he seemed to be a wizard of some sort, from the half-moon glasses to the blue robes and pointed hat, to the long, sweeping silver beard.

The elderly woman ran up to him, speaking again, and Alphonse just stared at her in confusion. He swallowed. "Excuse me?" he asked, and the woman stared down at him. She took out a stick also, waved it, and all of a sudden, a cloak settled about Al's shoulders. Al's eyes widened, and he jumped as the cloak covered his thin body. The woman looked upon him, pitying him, before turning to watch the older man. Al turned also, extremely interested and curious as well.

The two-faced man struggled against the ropes, and the old man waved his stick, shouting something equally foreign as the first few words. The two-faced man shuddered, and grew limp. A black cloud escaped from his lips, nose, eyes, and ears, and took on the form of a face. Al started; it was the same as the one on the back of the man's head. It shrieked, and swept towards the old man. However, the old man waved his stick once more, and the spirit vanished.

"Albus," the woman said softly, and the man, whom Al assumed was Albus, turned towards Al, serious blue eyes meeting stunned gray. He strode up to Al, and knelt down before the shaking teen. He spoke, but Al shook his head.

"I don't understand…" he said apologetically. "Gomenasai," he added as an afterthought, just to be polite.

The old man chuckled, a twinkle entering into his blue eyes. "It's fine," he said, and Al's jaw dropped open. "You have no need to apologize about something you don't know." He studied Al, and turned to the woman beside him, speaking swiftly and urgently to her. She nodded, and swept out of the room, green robes billowing out from behind her. Albus turned back to Alphonse.

"What is your name, young one? Where do you come from? And where is Harry?" he asked, and Al nodded politely.

"Alphonse Elric," he said softly, "I'm from Resembool, and I'm sorry, but I don't know a Harry."

Albus smiled lightly. "It's fine," he said, and he extended a hand. "Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry."

Al shook his hand, marveling at the feeling he had been missing for the past five years, before something the man said caught up to him. "Wait—Witchcraft? Wizardry?"

The man smile dimmed just a little. "Are you a muggle?" he asked, and Al looked up at him in confusion.

"Muggle? I'm an alchemist," he said, and Dumbledore's eyes brightened.

"Ah, just like my friend, Nicholas Flamel," he said, and he smiled. "I take it you're from the country of Amestris?"

Al nodded, and Dumbledore stood, towering over the small figure of Al. This was the first time anyone towered over him in five years, and Al relished it. Usually it was quite the opposite, him standing over everyone else. The weakness of his body, the rise and fall of his chest, the moisture in his mouth, the cold stone underneath him, the feeling of being alive…he inhaled deeply, tears gathering in his eyes again.

Alarmed, Dumbledore stooped back down to Al. "Daijobu ka, Elric-san?" he asked, and Al sniffed, beaming up at him.

"I'm alive," he said, looking at his hands in amazement. "I've gotten my body back, I'm breathing, I'm living, I feel pain—" he took a deep shuddering gasp, loving the sensation, crying even more. He touched the tears running down his face. "I haven't been able to cry in years," he whispered.

Dumbledore smiled and helped him stand. He didn't understand what the young blonde was talking about, but once Alphonse had recovered, maybe he'd be able to tell what happened to Harry.

As Madam Pomfrey ran into the room, with McGonagall behind right behind her, Albus decided that things would have to wait. Yes, for Mr. Elric had collapsed.

.o.o.o.O.o.o.o.

D3ath: so, how'd ya like it? Was it good enough? I decided to mix things up a little, because it's always Ed that goes to Hogwarts, trying to find a way back, but this time I made it so that Al took his place. And of course, connections with the Sorcerer's stone and the Philosopher's stone, and tadaa! A FMA/HP fic :D

Oh, the title means "A New Beginning" in Latin. I thought it deemed appropriate, since Harry's at the beginning of his 7-year adventure, and Ed, Al, and Co. are starting on a new one. Hence the title. And I based this mostly off the FMA manga (it fit better), not the anime. So if you all are confused, I suggest going to read the manga, because it's so much better than season 1 of the anime.

Doku desu Al ka?!- Where is Al?!

Doo shimashita Alphonse ka?!- What happened to Al?!

Daijobu ka?!- Are you alright?!

Kuso- shit

Baka!- Idiot!

Konnichiwa!- Hello!

Watashi wa...-My name is...

Wakarimasu ka?- Do you understand me?

Gomenasai- polite version of sorry

Chotto Mateyo-Wait a minute

Well, I think those are all of the terms there...yeah. Well, have fun, and leave a review :D