Lrr: Ello!! chap one was edited. ._. there were a lot of holes... I don't like those holes.

So... Yup. Revision

Really wanted to start this for a long time. When I couldn't sleep I'd just imagine what would happen xD

Unfortunately I can't get it down on paper -computer?- that well so.. bear with me! :D

Note: Any of those amazing people who alerted... I don't know how alerts go. So if this is it just...

gah i'm making no sense.

Skip D:

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"What the hell- Hogwarts? What, does this place have warty hogs running around or something? No wait.. It's a school?" Edward Elric skimmed over the document hastily, then looked up at Roy suspiciously. "What are you playing at?"

Roy Mustang sighed and reached for the document, "There will be no warty hogs running around. Though the headmaster did warn us of a hag.. Never mind," He shrugged, "It's pretty basic. This school needs some help. Their ministry is short on help, so the Headmaster sent for us for help."

Ed glared at him, "In other words I'm going to be doing nonstop chores?"

He gazed calmly at the boy, somehow making it seem arrogant, "There's some talk of a certain 'Philosopher's Stone.' There was an incident some years back involving a stone. You were the first I thought of for this mission."

Immediately, Ed's thoughts toward this assignment changed, "Ah.. Of course! Where do I have to go? Train Station? Where is this place anyway?" I reached for the papers, but he held them out my reach.

"I'm afraid the place in question is... somewhere in Europe. It won't say where. Judging from the coordinates it's in the middle of nowhere. But the wizards didn't want any muggles, normal humans, I guess, to find a place where things like.. well you'll figure it out when you get there." He pulled out a small bag and handed it to me, "Courtesy of Professor Dumbledore. This is wizard money, they don't use yen in Europe."

Ed stared at Roy Mustang. Obviously he had lost his mind. Not that he'd had much to begin with.. "Uh. Wizards? Excuse me, Colonel but is your head screwed on right? 'Cause you lost me. Wizards? What, will there be witches and dragons next?"

Roy merely chuckled, "Magic isn't so distant from our Alchemy, Ed. Wizards draw their powers from wands and potions, while we, as you know, use transmutation circles."

Ed folded my arms, "Wands? How can someone get power from a stick of wood?"

"Your brother gets powers from a stick of chalk. I get power from a glove. You'll get used to their art."

"I doubt it. Sounds like cult stuff. What about the stone?" Ed pressed, "You said there was a Philosopher's Stone. How did it get to the school?"

Roy rested his chin on criss crossed fingers, "I'm afraid Dumbledore forbade me from telling you. He seems like a genuine man and I don't wish to go back on his word."

Old Fart. If Mustang thinks he's "genuine," I'm screwed. "So when do I leave? I can take Al right?" Then I though about something, "Does this guy know about Al's... condition?"

"I'll let him explain when you get there," Roy reached into a folder and pulled out what looked like two train tickets, "Okay, you're train leaves in about a half hour. You might wanna get yourself to the station soon.. I just wanna warn you.." But Ed was out the door before he could finish.

"C'mon Al!" Edward took off running, his brother following behind with the suitcase.

"Where are we going brother?" The clanging of empty metal told me he was right behind him.

Grinning, the young alchemist said the words his brother wanted to hear, "We've got a lead."

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The train was one the brothers had never taken before. It took a while for them to find someone who actually knew where the damn thing was. The woman who pointed it out to me was unlike any woman they had every seen. She was wearing a cloak or robe.. But they were on board now, waiting for the thing to take off.

"Ed?" Al's voice was still stranded in his early childhood. It still couldn't mature.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think this is it?" The hunk of metal still had Al's voice. And his face... His eyes.

"Yeah." Ed glanced over at him and grinned, "This is it, Al. I can feel it," how many times he'd said that!

"Okay. Thanks, Brother."

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When the train took off, Ed nearly had a heart attack. The thing flew. Ed really didn't wanna describe it, seeing that, to this day, he beings shaking at the mere though of it.

He was thinking the whole time, "GET ME OFF!!"

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But alas, most new things must come to an end. Thank whatever god is out there.

Wobbly kneed in Ed's case -even the metal one- and clanging in Al's the pair exited the train.

"That bastard!! What the hell is thinking not warning me about flying trains!?" Ed punched a barrier on the way to the next platform. Al gave a shaky laugh and kept walking.

"Okay. We're looking for platform... nine and three quarters," Ed looked up, brushing hair aside to see platforms nine and ten. That was all. Not a thing in between.

"Brother?" Al was looking too.

"Dammit. If this is a joke-"

"Packed with muggles. Just like every year. Come one, then!!" The brothers heard somewhere. Turning, Ed saw a rather large group of people coming our way. Didn't Mustang say something about muggles? Oh well. Wouldn't hurt to ask....

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haha... "Ed Ed Ed" "Brothers brothers brothers."

How can I repay you broooother mine? ._. ..