AN: Well here's something i came up with at 11pm the night before my english exam that i have yet to study for...i'm screwed. anyway, i'm not sure if this is any good, and i am pretty sure the beginning gets off to a weird start that may or may not make sense with the rest of the story. well please leave feedback for me if you decide to read this. if people don't like it, it will probably be taken down. i tried to put some humor in there, but i'm not sure if it was successful.

Enjoy.

disclaimer: i don't own harry potter or fullmetal alchemist. if i did would i really be writing on FANfiction. really, do we even have to put disclaimers?

Ed was lost.

He looked around for the billionth time only to see what he had seen the other nine hundred ninety nine million nine hundred ninety nine thousand nine hundred ninety nine times that he looked: A desolate strip of asphalt surrounded on both sides by almost identical houses with lawns trimmed to what would have been perfection had there not been a serious drought that killed all the plant life. No clues to where he was, and definitely no clues to how he was supposed to get back to where he wanted to be.

It was all Scar's fault. If he hadn't decided that today was the perfect day to chase him around the hemisphere none of this would have happened. He still wasn't quite sure what had happened himself.

It had been a seemingly normal day. Ed had once again just gotten out of the hospital after another fight with the homunculi. They were everywhere! Anyway he had to report to Mustang to get his ear lectured off, and start a new mission. Well it wasn't like he had anything better to do anyway. He was at a dead end with his research. After he found out what it took to make the philosopher's stone he and his brother, Al, had decided that they would never use something like that. They were currently searching for another way, but it wasn't that simple. Solutions to their problems didn't just fall out of the sky!

So anyway he had hit a dead end, and with nothing better to do he decided to play the good soldier boy and get his mission. Not that good a soldier boy, mind you. There would still be the ritual bickering, name calling, and glare-o-contests. But that was normal, routine, and no visit to headquarters would be complete without it.

Back on topic. Ed went and got his new mission. He was supposed to go to some magic school. MAGIC! He couldn't believe it. I mean he literally didn't believe in it. Magic was impossible. But considering all the things he had been through he really should have been more open to things like this. But of course being his usual stubborn and unreasonable self he denied it completely.

That is until the headmaster came. Of course he had to appear right as he was starting to get a good argument gathered up. He just popped into the room out of nowhere. Which was not always the best thing to do in a room full of military personnel. But after everyone calmed down they got to business.

He was supposed to go to protect some kid named Harry Potter. Apparently this kid had an evil dude named voldy-something after him. And by some bit of logic that he neither comprehended nor agreed with, he had to go and protect the kid. Fun life.

Just as they were starting to get down into some of the finer details who should show up but his favorite state alchemist killer? Pandemonium ensued, as can be expected, which involved much taunting, alchemy, destroying of prosthetic limbs, and, somehow, an argument about a rubber chicken.

The next thing Ed knew he was on this street. Which gets us back to his current predicament. He could always go up to one of the houses and ask for directions, but what was he going to say, "Hey, I just appeared out of nowhere and found myself on your street, could you tell me where Amestris is?" That would go over reeeeeeeaaaaaaaallllly well.

He eventually made his way over to a small playground. It was deserted except for a boy with jet black hair sitting on one of the swings. With nothing better to do he decided to go up to the kid. Well, kid wasn't really the appropriate term considering he looked to be about his age, but it didn't really matter to Ed. He went over and sat on the swing next to him.

"Hey," he said lamely.

The boy looked up at him confusedly. That is when he noticed that the kid had bright green eyes. That wasn't something you say every day.

"Um…hi," he said uncertainly.

The kid had a British accent. Well apparently he was in England…half way around the world from Amestris. Oh great.

"This may be a very strange question, but where are we…am I…" Ed trailed off wondering to himself about the proper grammar for this situation.

"Urm…Little Winging, England…?"

Well that just cleared that up.

"Oh. Alright. Thanks." There was an awkward silence. "What's your name?"

What in the world? Harry was very confused. He was just sitting on the swing, hiding from his "family" when this short blonde dude wearing a coat and gloves in the middle of SUMMER! shows up and asks where they are. Why wouldn't he? How can you be somewhere and not know where you are? Except if you are lost of course, but there are enough signs around, or at least he always thought so.

"What's your name?" the stranger asked him. Should he really be talking to this person?

"Harry…?" he said hesitantly. He was very unsure about this person.

Ed chuckled slightly. "What, not sure about your own name?" he asked in a mock teasing manner. Now that he thought about it he probably was a sight. Wearing a bright red coat and gloves in the middle of summer. To anyone who didn't know this it would seem very strange, and the fact that he was currently missing his right arm didn't help things. Thankfully that was hidden by his coat for now, but how long would that last. Damn. Scar was persistent this time. His leg was in bad shape too. It was about ready to fall off.

Well this person certainly seemed friendly enough. Looking past the fact that he was obviously strange.

"Um…no. My name's Harry. Harry Potter."

Ed stared at him for a moment. Well…that was easy…and weird. I already found my target however unintentionally.

"Well that makes things easier."

Harry was obviously confused. "Why is that?" He was suddenly suspicious again. What if this guy was working for Voldemort.

"Well seeing as it is my mission to protect you, first I would have had to find you, but I don't think this is how dumble-whoever had planned on us meeting." He said nonchalantly.

"Protect me?" Now Harry was once again confused.

"Yeah. But I'm afraid I wouldn't b much use at the moment. There was a…problem I guess you could say, back home. I somehow got transported here, a little worse for wear."

"Are you alright?"

"Me? Swell." He added under his breath, "Although my mechanic is going to kill me now."

"So what now?"

"Oh I suppose we'll just have to wait for a bit. Someone will come looking eventually. Although I still have no idea how I got here…"

After he said this, a gang of rather large boys came, for lack of a better word, waddling toward them.

When Harry saw this he said to Ed, "Oh great. That's going to be my cousin and his group of cronies. They're some sort of group that likes to beat up ten year olds…and me of course. What is your name by the way?"

"That's stupid. And my name's Ed, Ed Elric. Pleased to meet you, however belatedly it may be."

"Pleasure. Well I guess it's time to see what they want." He said referring to the group that was nearly approaching them.

"Hey freak, who's the pipsqueak?"

He would have continued, but of course all hell broke loose with the uttering of that one word.

"WHO'RE YOU CALLING SO SMALL THAT EVEN FLEAS MAKE FUN OF HIM? I'LL BREAK OFF YOUR FEET AND STICK THEM ON YOUR HEAD! I'LL BOIL YOUR EYEBALLS AND FEED THEM TO STARVING CROCODILES! YOUR MOTHER WAS A HAMPSTER, AND YOU FATHER SMELT OF ELDER BERRIES!" Ed continued to rant and fume for another few seconds before he finally calmed down. Or rather Dudley opened his big piggish mouth.

"Will someone please shut 'im up. He's gettin' on my nerves."

One of his cronies stepped up, looking large and intimidating, but failed to notice the sheen in Ed's eyes, and ended up getting a face full of Ed's furious fist for his efforts. Harry, and everyone else for that matter just looked on, shocked.

"Anyone else wanna go?" Ed asked, raising his fist to make it quite clear what would happen to anyone who did. All of Dudley's gang scampered off, back home to their mothers.

Harry couldn't help but grin. This kid just showed up out of nowhere, and then he goes and beats up Dudley's gang. This was the best day of his life!

Dudley was obviously being more cautious now. "So…you, who is that…person?" He was dancing around his words, trying not to get the blond riled up again.

"Oh just a 'person,' " answered Harry, trying to be as infuriating as possible without having to fear the blow of Dudley's fist. They had started walking back home as it was getting pretty late. "Oh Ed. Where are you gonna go?"

"…I have absolutely no idea. I'm surprised they haven't come looking for me yet." Hope they're not having problems with Scar…

"You could probably go stay with Mrs. Figg. She's…nice, but I hope you're not allergic to cats."

Ed gave a small grin at this. How many times had Al come home with a stray? "Sure. We'll try that."

Dudley was obviously very lost with this conversation, as it was above his minimal brainpower.

All of a sudden it got very cold. It stars seemed to dim and disappear. The street lamps started to go out. This could only mean one thing, and Harry knew what this one thing was. Dementors.

"What's going on?" asked Ed in a very confused whisper.

"Dementors are coming," said Harry.

Having no clue what that meant Ed decided to just go along with it for now. Whatever was coming it didn't sound good. "I'll ask later."

Harry shot him a grateful look. "We have to get to the house. Fast!"

Harry and Dudley set off at a full on sprint. Harry, of course, was faster, but when he heard only one set of foot steps behind him he was surprised, and looked back to see Ed coming along painfully slowly, limping slightly. Only now did Harry realize that Ed seemed to be missing an arm. He was surprised to say the least.

"You go ahead. In the state I'm in I'll just slow you down. You get to safety, whatever they are I'm sure they're after you. And I really don't want to hear the lecture from Mustang if I let something happen to you."

Disregarding what the blond said, Harry went over and started to help him along.

"Seriously, I'll be fine. Shouldn't you be helping your cousin?"

"He'll manage. Don't worry about me I'll be fine, you on the other hand would be a sitting duck, and you don't even want to know what dementors do."

Harry draped Ed's arm over his shoulder and helped him limp along. They proceeded this way at a hurried pace, until they reached a tunnel where they met up with a panting Dudley. They themselves were tired. Ed found that his leg definitely wasn't on right, as it was almost impossible for him to walk.

Just then the tunnel went pitch black. Rasping breathing could be heard closing in on them from both ends of the tunnel. Dudley punched Harry think that he was the source, making him loose his wand.

One dementor started closing in on Harry and his cousin, as he scrambled around for his wand. The other closed in on Ed. Being unable to move, Ed was pinned by the dementor in seconds.

Ed had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that he was pinned to a wall by something rotten and decaying. Then his head exploded with all of his worst memories. His mother dying, the transmutation, loosing his brother, Nina, that first fight with Scar, everything.

All of a sudden the dementor coming toward Harry was gone. Harry grabbed his wand and lit it, and was met with a horrible sight. One dementor had Ed held up to the wall by his throat, while both of them were feeding off of him, and Ed staring at them in wide-eyed horror. But he was not looking at the demontors, he was looking past them, through them, into his worst memories.

Harry finally gathered the presence of mind to conjure his protronus. The silver stag galloped over and drove the dementors away, leaving Ed crumpled on the ground.

AN: Well that's it. please leave a review saying wether you liked it, hated it, whatever. constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. criticism results in unhappy authoresses. i need sleep. night.

i was going to say something, but now i can't remember. I HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS!

anyway, i'm not going to beg for reviews cause i like reviews, i really could use some help with my writing, and i want to start a story that i can actually finish.

I REMEMBERED! this is only my first chapter, and it is over 2000 words! i am so proud.