Warnings: Yaoi (Of the RoyxEd variety), a bit of violence later on etc.

Disclaimer:It's not mine. But anyways, have fun reading!

Prologue

Ed sat on the leather bench inside his train compartment, across from a tall, dark-haired man. His head rested against the softly vibrating window, braid swaying with the train's motion.

His eyes wearily followed the scenery as it flitted by, lost in thought.

"I have connections with a school that allegedly possessed a Stone five years ago. Although it was destroyed, they probably have books on it somewhere for you to research and see if it's close to what you need. I've also taken the liberty of enrolling you, and you start in a month."

Tree. Rock. Bush. Forest. River. Mountain. Brook. Tree. Boulder. Cliff.

"One more thing: Al isn't allowed to go. He'll be able to visit, and you can exchange mail, but there are board members I wouldn't trust with information about his condition. Secrets don't last long in this type of situation."

Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack. Whistle. Clack. Clack. Clack.

"I'm sorry that you can't come with me, Al, but the Colonel's reasons make sense. I'm really sorry."

Ed didn't notice the black-haired man watching him intensely, black eyes drilling holes.

A hand tapped Ed on the shoulder, who turned around in annoyance to see his commanding officer. "Huh?.! What're you doing here!.?"

Smirk.

"I'm going with you, of course."

The blonde fell backwards into the red plush and rested his feet on the windowpane. He closed his eyes, relishing the darkness that took over.

"Hogwarts is an all-English sch– You do know English, right?"

A nod.

His feet slid down the glass with a light squeak.

"Ah, Roy Mustang. Fancy meeting you again. Steel Birch, 12 1/3 inches, mercury core, right? It's been years since I last saw you."

"Huh? You already know magic?.!"

He fingered the red wood that was tucked up his sleeve in a leather wand holster.

"Fire Oak, 13 inches, Dragon Blood and volcano ash core."

Eyes blinked open slowly and started to count dots on the ceiling.

Ed nearly collapsed from all the weight of the bags he was carrying back to The Leaky Cauldron. He burst through the door and scowled at the smirking Mustang who was sitting at his desk reading a thick book.

18…19…20…21…22…23…24…25…26…27…28…29…30…31…32…33…34…35…36…37…38…39…40…41…42…

"Ed, if we're going to survive this year, we'll need a truce."

Ed looked up from the book he was reading and stared in surprise. "Huh?.!"

"We've got to stay undercover, and that'll definitely be easier if we're…not always…at each other's throats." It was obvious that he had to force that sentence out.

The blonde flipped from his stomach to side to stare at Mustang incredulously. The quietly bouncing springs were the only sound for a few moments.

Mustang cleared his throat in embarrassment. "Er…never mind."

Ed stared a little longer before smirking. "Sure. Truce."

"Edward, we're here."

He glanced through the window into the semi-dark to see them stopped at a cheery village full of lights.

"I suppose we are."

Mustang reached out a hand to help the young Major up.

Ed smiled, and gloved hands met in a firm clasp.