Hi! This is my first fanfiction. I'm kind of nervous about this, but I hope to improve my writing over the chapters to come. Well, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist.

Chapter 1

(Harry POV)

Harry gazed angstily out the window. An ambient light permeated the grey clouds above, reflecting his mood exactly and bathing Grimmauld Place in weak light. It had been a long, dreadfully boring afternoon. Just as his thoughts turned yet again to dementors and his upcoming trial, a brilliant celeste light disrupted the quiet drowsiness of the afternoon.

Harry, alarmed, jumped out of his dusty chair and ran down the stairs. He heard a startled, "Bloody hell!" as Ron opened the squalling door (it was in desperate need of oiling). Coming up next to Ron, Harry peered out into the grey afternoon. He saw nothing, until he heard a groan from near his feet and directed his eyes downward. A person was sitting on the front step and rubbing his back, groaning.

He was wearing black leather pants, a strangely militaristic, high-collared black shirt, heavy combat boots, pristine white gloves, and a long crimson jacket. Their long hair was akin to spun gold and their eyes were startlingly hued; the coloring was like molten gold.

"Where the hell am I?" The person's voice had an odd sound, but Harry couldn't place it. Ron, who was startled, burst out, "Who the bloody hell are you? How'd you see the house?" The person looked up in evident surprise. "I'm Edward Elric. Who are you? What do you mean, see the house? It's a damn huge place, how could I miss it!"

The lanky redhead didn't really know how to respond to this, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. Harry, who thought he ought to take the conversation into his own hands, was about to open his mouth when Mad-Eye, Sirius, and Lupin, who'd heard the commotion from the dining room, pointed their wands at the short red-coated boy who was slowly rising to his feet. Harry thought this was a tad unnecessary, and evidently so did Mrs Weasley, who glared at the defensive men until they lowered their wands.

"Are you alright? You look like you're in pain." Her motherliness came first and foremost. Harry remembered her affability when he'd first met her four years ago.

"Yeah...who are you people?" Edward asked, rubbing the back of his neck and looking about.

"I'm Mrs Weasley, but please call me Molly. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Aside from not knowing where I am…."

That decided it for Mrs Weasley. Harry watched, feeling very curious, as she pulled Edward inside. He saw his friends, further down the musty hall, and walked towards them, Ron in tow. Sirius shut the front door and accompanied Mad-eye and Lupin into the dining room where Edward was now.

"Let's see what they're doing," Harry urged the other teens and they all trailed into the dining room. Edward was eating from a heaping plate, stopping only to praise Mrs Weasley's cooking. She smiled happily as she set about fixing dinner. The three men, on the other hand, eyed Edward skeptically. Mad-eye was exceptionally suspicious, so much so that it was nearly palpable.

Edward looked at them, too. He swallowed and said, "Hey. I'm Edward Elric. Nice to meet you." Harry noticed how quickly Edward had made himself at home here.

The other teens were introducing themselves cautiously (except the twins; that concept meant nothing to them), not quite sure how to handle the golden-haired newcomer. Harry felt the same way.

Lupin and Sirius relaxed enough to sit down and tell him their names, too, but Mad-eye, being Mad-eye, simply glared harder at the unperturbed Edward.

Harry would've liked to have asked him some questions, but Mrs Weasley shooed the adolescents away, scolding them for bothering the guest. They trudged up to Ron and Harry's room.

Hermione stuck her nose in a book but the others' only intention was to discuss the new oddity in their midst. They really didn't know much about Edward, so eventually their discussion turned to Quidditch, but the blonde was still on their minds. Harry joined in the conversation, his mind still running over the youth who'd appeared on the front step.

(Hermione POV)

The ravenous assembly, consisting of Edward, Hermione, Harry, the Weasleys (minus Percy, Charlie and Bill), Sirius, Mad-eye and Lupin, finished dinner quickly and began to bombard Edward with questions.

"Where are you from?" Remus asked.

"Not telling." Hermione narrowed her eyes. She didn't trust him. Not a whit.

"How did you get here?" Mad-eye Moody butted in. The ex-Auror would most likely domineer the 'interrogation', him being so inherently distrustful. No one minded, as long as they could figure out the strange circumstances around the red-coated blonde.

"No idea. Where is here?" This piqued everyone's interest. Hermione was surprised. He just showed up here with no idea where he was? Edward became far more suspicious in Hermione's mind.

"London, England. You really have no idea?" Mad-eye growled.

"Yep. Where's London, England? I don't think I've heard those words before." There was a pause. Hermione's feeling of distrust deepened, and Mad-eye probably didn't believe him either.

And so the questioning continued, although they didn't get much out of Ed. His last name was Elric, he came from a very faraway country (although his accent sounded faintly German, Hermione thought), and he truly had no idea what England was (that ruled out Germany and made him look very sketchy). When it was all done (meaning Edward refused to divulge any more information), the teens were sent to bed. They all exchanged puzzled glances and went their separate ways. Hermione changed and got into her bed, analyzing the blonde and feeling very doubtful about his trustworthiness.

(General POV)

No one asked Edward about magic, though. They didn't know if he was a wizard or not, and weren't exactly sure how to break the subject to someone of dubious magical ability. After the adults had a brief debate about what to do with Ed (he'd asked them to call him that), they decided to have him sleep in Harry and Ron's room (they reached a consensus that that was the most convenient place to put him.

Remus had sent an owl to Dumbledore. maybe he was too important of a person to drag into the whole shebang, but a gut feeling told him Dumbledore would be key in figuring out what to do with the diminutive blonde.

(Harry POV)

Harry woke up just moments before Ron did. They were still trying to drift off to sleep again when Hermione, followed by Ginny and the twins, burst in. Harry felt irritated; his last chances of getting some more sleep had just flown out the window.

"That Ed's a weirdo," George was saying as he walked in, "Up at the crack of dawn and hiding someplace in this dump." Fred clucked his tongue in agreement.

"What was Ed doing up so early in the morning?" Harry asked, finally noticing that their new (hopefully temporary) housemate was not on his mattress.

"Who knows, mate? I reckon 'e must be off his rocker, what with all his secretiveness last night." Ron yawned. Harry couldn't help but grin at his best friend's easygoing demeanor.

"While we're on the topic, why'd he say, "Can't say," so much?" Ginny butted in.

"D'you think he's a Death Eater?"

"Don't think so, George...I mean, 'e looks twelve." Ron said.

"What about magic? Is he a wizard?" Harry was eager to have his say.

"I dunno," Ron spoke slowly, thinking it out as he said it, "But did you see that weird bluish light?"

"He must be a wizard."

"But we never saw him at Hogwarts." Hermione said.

"Mind you, 'Mione, but Hogwarts is bloody big. And we were awful busy most of the time." Ron put in.

"True…" She went back to thinking quietly.

"Did you see 'is reaction when we introduce ourselves?"

"More like didn't react." Harry said.

"Yeah...he didn't even blink when 'e heard your name, Harry."

"What a wacko."

The six teens sat gloomily. Their thoughts were all on the strange blonde. Sitting around unresponsively, they were all shaken abruptly out of their stupor when Mrs Weasley barged in and began lecturing them for not helping clean the house.

At lunch, they finally saw Ed again. He strolled in the kitchen door, his red coat draped over one shoulder, and the odd clothing he'd been wearing yesterday still on.

"You! Where were you?" Ron yelled, ever the blunt one, pointing an accusing finger. Ed regarded him coolly. "I found your library." Ron reddened. "Hey! Don't mess with me! You're only twelve!" Harry groaned internally. Ron was his best friend, but he could be an idiot. He was also slightly taken aback by Edward's reply; he hadn't guessed him to be bookish.

Ed's calm front broke. "I'M NOT TWELVE YOU DIMWIT I'M FIFTEEN, DAMMIT!" The assembled eaters were startled by his sudden mood change. "That makes you the same age as us. We never heard your name at Hogwarts." (They'd assumed that Ed was a wizard.)

Ed sat down with a thud in an empty chair. "The hell is that?" Now all assembled were confused. Very confused. Hermione decided to clear the air. Harry saw that Mad-eye wasn't confounded at all, or maybe he just didn't show it.

"I don't get you people. Your library is full of these damn nonsensical books! They're all about magic, and that's a load of bullshit!"

Harry leaned in, feeling baffled and surprised. "You...aren't a wizard?" Ed chuckled, but stopped when he saw everyone's expressions. "Wait, you're actually serious?" They all nodded gravely, although Fred and George were trying not to crack up.

Ed laughed. "You're serious! Great! I'm stuck with a bunch of nutjobs!"

They couldn't stop themselves. George lit a vase on fire a flick of his wand, then put it out again, leaving the vase unmarked. Ed stared in disbelief. "That..that defies logic. This is wrong. This disregards the laws….this disregards logic! I mean, sure, I knew you were serious, but...this is fucking unbelievable!" The twins exploded with laughter.

Ginny whacked them both in the head. "No magic in front of Muggles!" She berated them. Meanwhile, Hermione was deep in thought. His reaction wasn't unusual...but still….most Muggles would've reacted with a startled yell or an expression of awe. Not muttered about logic and laws - whatever he meant by that.

The twins were sulking and nursing their Ginny-inflicted wounds. Sirius turned to Ed, joining the conversation. "Sorry, they don't know how to handle themselves around Muggles."

"What the hell's a Muggle? And Pigfarts?"

"A Muggle is Non-magic person, and Hogwarts - not Pigfarts-"

Ed cut in, muttering loudly, "Not that that's much better."

"-is a school for magic."

Ed frowned. "Alright, then, magic," he said, "Explain how it works."

That was most definitely unusual. "You're really odd, aren't you." Harry said to him, folding his arms. Ed looked amused. "Yeah, but I've been called worse for a lot less." He grinned lopsidedly.

The same thought was in everyone's heads, (besides the twins, who knows what goes on in their heads?) that this was no ordinary person. Harry found that he kind of liked him, though.

"You're seriously fifteen?" Hermione asked.

Ed shrugged.

There was another long silence. They'd never met someone who absorbed that kind of a shock so unflinchingly. Ed stood up and wandered off. The remaining group was left with a lot of questions. Harry realized that they'd never explained the whole magic thing to Ed.

(Ed POV)

[I can feel it. Something's going to go wrong. It fills me with an unholy glee as fiery and dark as the blood in my heart that goes BOOM BOOM BOOM sending it to my fingertips. Fingertips itching for something….]

At dinner, Mr Weasley was fascinated with Ed, who felt uncomfortable next to the eager wizard. "According to Harry", Mr Weasley explained his eagerness, "You're was a Muggle!" They hadn't talked the night prior to this one (Edward discovered that Mr Weasley worked for the Ministry, which he'd read about in the library), so what the balding man expected was not what he got.

[It's coursing through my veins. It's like wine, the alcohol burning but I don't mind; it makes me alive. It's lighting the fire.]

It became apparent even to the over-eager Arthur Weasley that Ed had little knowledge of most Muggle things. Ed didn't know how to get out of answering Mr Weasley's prying questions without revealing that he came from Amestris, which, according to the half of the library he'd read, didn't exist here.

[The fire is still so small - no more than embers - I am still asleep but I am waking.]

That meant he was in a different world. Ed was secretly panicking as he ate his dinner quietly. He'd barged in and made himself at home, but it was hitting him suddenly that he was surrounded by strangers, and had no hope of finding a way home. He sighed dejectedly, gold eyes darkening as he watched his fork.

[I'm waking up, I am like some transcendent primordial being with fire for blood.]

Ed's eyes brightened like lanterns as he jumped at a loud, CRACK! An old man, with a beard and hair long enough to be tucked into the belt that was clasped over what looked like a dress appeared in the dining room. After being offered a seat, he looked gravely over his half-moon spectacles at Ed, who was too busy shoveling food into his mouth to care that he was under the scrutiny of a strange old man.

[But I am also shadows...they curl around me with dark wings and soft whispers.]

"You're not a Muggle, are you." It was not posed as a question, but rather as a fact. "You mean that hocus-pocus magic bullshit? I don't believe it, if that's what you mean, old man." Edward swallowed his food.

[I am fire and darkness and I thirst for thick, sticky life to dance through.]

(General POV)

Everyone became mute. To begin, none of them had heard such a young person swar so blatantly (sigh...sissy wizards) and never had they heard Dumbledore addressed in such a manner.

It didn't matter if you didn't know who he was. He instinctively commanded attention. So, to see this boy - who should've quailed under Dumbledore's piercing stare - simply ignore his powerful gaze made them all lean in, unconscious of doing so.

"I believe that of you," he sighed.

"Good for you."

"But I believe you are capable of using magic. Extraordinarily capable, in fact."

Ed looked oddly uneasy, but covered it up quickly. "Great. Why do you care?"

"I'd like to invite you to attend Hogwarts."

Several people dropped their tableware. No one had ever transferred into Hogwarts before. And Ed had no idea how to use magic; he'd have to catch up on four years of strenuous studying. It would have been impossible even for Hermione in such a short time.

Dumbledore smiled and clapped his hands, as if everything was settled (Edward was too stunned to object). "Very well then, Edward Elric. I'll take you to buy your school things at Diagon Alley tomorrow." And the he was gone, with another loud CRACK!

A lot of things had changed in a very short amount of time. Suddenly, Dumbledore himself was involved with the mysterious Edward Elric. Who was a wizard. A wizard with no magical experience - no - who didn't even believe in magic. It was going to get interesting.

Thanks for reading my first chapter!

I'm hoping to update at least once a week. I hope you'll enjoy it as it progresses!