You could say that Edward Elric was tired. You could probably say it again. The entire day had been filled with shopping, and now they were at the last shop. It had just been him and Mrs. Weasley, but he really didn't mind. She was waiting outside while Edward entered the wand shop. It was old and dusty, filled with tall shelves holding hundreds of wands.

Suddenly, a man, with white hair and bright blue eyes that pierced through the darkness, appeared out of nowhere.

"I don't believe I've seen you or any of your family, what is your name?" The awkwardness ensued. Edward did not reply, but he searched his pocket for some parchment. All he could find was the envelope for the letter of school supplies. He still couldn't believe they communicated by owl. That was some information he didn't know. He put the envelope on his auto-mail-mail hand and wrote:

"My name is Ed. I would like to buy a wand."

It stayed as simple as this. The less secrets this mysterious old man knew, the better. The envelope was shown to the man, who Ed believed was Ollivander. For what it seemed the first time in his wand selling career, the man was confused.

"Hold out your wand arm, please." Through his confusion, he exchanged what appeared to be a normalcy in wand shopping. After some thought, Ed held out his left arm, deciding that it would be better for the small movements needed for spell casting. A measuring tape appeared, and began its job, measuring almost everything about him, including his height. Edward quivered in anger at this, but refrained from a silent-mouthed outburst. No need to alert the old man further that he couldn't speak.

Wand after wand came, descriptions coming with them. Ed had once tried to pay attention to what it was, but it was to hard to memorize every one. Finally, the man seemed to have settled on a wand. The wand store was now quite destroyed, lamps shattered, wands piled high, shelves broken, and plants dead.

"Cedar wood, thestral core, 11 ½ inches, pliable." The wand was handed over to Ed, and the first thing he feels is a warmth in his arm. It wasn't literal warmth, but it felt equivalent to an awkward moment, with his face heating up, but in his arm. With a small 'swish', a bright, golden light appeared at the end of the wand. He had found a wand, or the wand had chosen him.

A price was named, and soon enough, he was back in the large, dusty house. The Weasley who had earned Prefect - Ron, got a broom, for some reason. Ed assumed that it was some sort of game, since there couldn't honestly be different types of the cleaning tool.

A party was being thrown downstairs, but Ed was trying to tune it out. It was for Hermione and Ron, who were both Prefects. Edward almost felt bed for Harry, as he seemed a better candidate for being a Prefect.

Soon enough, Fred and George hurried upstairs, muttering about something they were hiding in their hands. Edward shrugged it off and collapsed in his bed. The day had worn him out almost beyond reason. Everything was so much more awkward and hard when you couldn't talk.

If - no, when - he got back to Amestris he had no idea how he was going to live. He had already been gone for weeks, and they would be waiting for him to return. Alphonse wouldn't know what had happened, just that he was living again. It would be so hard for him to not know where Edward was, if only he had… No! He wouldn't look back into the past to see what he could've done better.

A few loud creaks came from down the hall as someone came up the stairs. Oddly enough, Mrs. Weasley entered the drawing room instead of heading to her own. Curious but cautious, Edward carefully opened his door. He walked as stealthily as possible towards the drawing room, but was surprised to hear a cry of "Riddikulus!" and a sob escape Mrs. Weasley. Edward quickly registered the cry as a spell to get rid of a boggart, and clearly Mrs. Wesley saw something she wasn't prepared to.

Without a second thought, Edward hurried over to the distressed mother. Someone was making their way quietly up the stairs. Ed positioned himself in front of her, hoping to block the view of her youngest "dead" son. With no words or noise to aid him, all he could do was rest a hand on her shaking shoulder.

Harry peered into the room, and the look on his face was one of pure terror. Edward slowly turned around, and certainly wasn't ready for what he saw.

It was him, but from a while ago. He was fighting Kimblee, but he was ruthless. He attacked without a second thought. But then, it changed. It was him in that abandoned mine shaft, the iron pole….but he was dieing this time. He couldn't save himself. The boggart could tell it was winning, but switched. It wanted him to remember. It showed him the battles with the homunculus, but they were winning. Envy killed Hawkeye and Mustang, Lust got Alphonse, and Father killed the country. He sat atop a decimated Central Headquarters.

But wait - that wasn't possible! Edward forced himself to remember that day. When Greed sacrificed himself, and each and every punch. How Ed had finally did him in, how Alphonse had lay there, and his brilliant idea to finally once and for all save his little brother. When Hohenheim said he would do it himself, sacrifice his entire soul and body. The image of The Gate…

Confused, the boggart showed him his thoughts. The actual battles with the homunculus, and Alphonse's story of what happened to Lust. Father dead, Ed dealing the final punch, and the people of Amestris celebrating.

"You need to get out of here!" Harry shouted. "Please let someone else-"

"What's going on?"

Lupin had come running into the room, closely followed by Sirius, with Moody stumping along behind them. Lupin looked from Harry to Mrs. Weasley to Edward, standing in front of her. He stepped forward and quickly banished the boggart.

Edward gave a quick wave and left the room. It was his worst fear, if that were to happen to them, … but it didn't. Now, they didn't know where he was. Tears, always hard won, welled up.

He blinked, clearing his eyes and returning the view of his temporary room to clarity. It felt almost like a wave, crashing over him in sudden realization. He was here, he would be, for a very long time. Until…. until he inspired Harry. And Truth knows how he would be able to do that. Well, Truth didn't actually know….

Collapsed on his bed, Ed closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep and wake up in Amestris. But that would never happen. All he needed to do was show Harry, an actually decent kid, that this would break him, and if it did, he would piece himself back together. He would be an inspiration to do the best he could, because,... because humans must live on.

Hello! Anyone still reading after that terribly long wait, I am impressed. Sorry it took soooo long to update, but my English teacher gave me this huge book report, I had a test in math, and I got into honor stuff for music, so I've had stuff to do. Sincerely sorry here, really. I will try to get as much stuff to you guys, but I'm still tuning up my writing skills so I can be the best author I can. Please, constructive criticism is welcome, and makes me feel awesome to see all these follows, reviews, reads, and favorites. Well, at least for how many I normally get this is awesome. On other websites no one hardly ever found my stuff unless they noticed one of my friends that is really popular was following me...so yeah. Have a good rest of your day, or time till midnight! Have a good Thanksgiving(if you celebrate)!

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