Heyyy everyone! After long last, I have started writing my FMA/HP crossover fic!

Maybe it's because of the recent opening of Deathly Hallows Part 2 (Which I went to see on the midnight premiere AND IT WAS AWEEESSOOOMMMEEEEEE! and I just saw it again at 7 yesterday LOL) :D

anyway...FMA-wise, I'm not sure at the moment whether it is in the 2003 anime or Brotherhood but I'm leaning on the Brotherhood side. I'll figure it out by Chapter Two because, by then, that's when it'll be important! I apologize in advance for my Edward muse, whose words will be coming out of the character's mouth when I type them. The muse has no way of holding himself back, which, in result, makes a very convincing Ed character, but a T rating. I usually do not like to swear but just hang with me for Ed's sake! IT'S ALL TO KEEP HIM IN CHARACTER!

This takes place in the first movie/book of Harry Potter. I'm lazy so I figured I'd combine the two of them since the first movie is pretty accurate, and if I need any really specific details I have the book right here with me! :D As for the title, we all know that when the book was first published, it was called Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, right? But it was changed to Sorcerer's stone in America and other places. So I decided to play with that concept. While everyone else calls it the "Sorcerer's Stone", our little friend Edward (Ed muse: *DON'T CALL ME LITTLE!*) will be all like "ITS THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE, GET IT RIGHT PEOPLE!"

**DISCLAIMER:: I OWN NOTHING! I HAVE NO OCs IN THIS FIC EITHER WAY SO I STILL OWN NOOOTTHHIIINNNGGG! HP BELONGS TO J.K. ROWLING AND WARNER BROS. AND FMA BELONGS TO HIROMU ARAKAWA AND (anime-wise) FUNIMATION(and the people who produced the anime, sorry I forget the companies who did)

so ignore my *now over* ramblings and enjoy the story!

Fullmetal Alchemist and the Sorcerer's(Philosopher's) Stone

Chapter One

The large crowd of 11-year old witches and wizards was quite fussy: talking, some yelling, pushing and shoving up the marble stairs towards the top, and rumors in the form of whispers about a certain Harry Potter attending Hogwarts this year with them. The blonde teen, clearly older than the young wizards, yet not by an obvious glance at his size, was unusually quiet, as if looking over deep thoughts. His silent thought-gazing was interrupted as they reached the top of the staircase, where a tall, black-haired witch dressed in emerald robes stood before them, her eyes curiously scanning the young children behind her square glasses. After a few long seconds of silence from the crowd, she spoke.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," she began. "In a few moments you will enter these doors to the Great Hall to attend the start-of-term feast, however before you do so, you will be sorted into your Houses. There is Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule-breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points will win the House Cup."

"TREVOR!"A small, pudgy boy stepped forwards and picked up a toad from the ground. Everyone snickered at his embarrassed expression as he looked up at the tall witch. "Sorry," he mumbled as he stepped back into the crowd. Edward sighed. He'd have to deal with this group for who knows how long. The witch left for a moment and a pale, blonde wizard spoke up.

"So it's true then. The sayings on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." The teen looked over to the pale-faced boy, along with some larger and chubbier companions, advancing to the front of the crowd to address a boy with messy jet black hair. "This is Crabbe and Goyle." The boy who was Harry Potter said nothing. "And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." A loud cough, hiding a small laugh, came from the red-haired boy next to Harry. Draco turned over to the boy and scowled. "Think my name's funny? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe. My father told me all about you Weasleys, having more children than they can afford!" He turned back to Harry, who let no emotion slide onto his face. "You will find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to make friends with the wrong sort!" He looked to the Weasley boy. "I can help you there." Draco held out his hand towards Harry for him to shake. Ed couldn't take more of this! He marched forwards and stepped in front of Draco.

"You listen here, Draco!" He said with a scowl. "You have no right to mouth off someone else's family like that! You may look all high up and sophisticated, but doing something so dirty and low makes you the ass!" There was silence from the crowd as Draco's face turned a dark shade of purple.

"m-My father will hear about this!" he managed to spit out, while cowering backwards into the crowd.

"Go ahead! Tell him, ya daddy's boy!" The teen turned around to face a shocked, but slightly smiling, Weasley boy. "Don't listen to jerks like him. I bet you have a great family." All the boy could do was nod and mutter,

"Thanks." The blonde teen turned to Harry.

"Besides, I'm pretty sure you can decide stuff on your own, and you definitely don't need his help!" Harry nodded. He turned again to the Weasley. "What's your name anyway?"

"Ron." The teen smiled.

"My name's Edward." At that moment, the witch in emerald robes returned and tapped Ed on the shoulder. He meekly turned around and Ron chuckled as Ed blushed in slight embarrassment.

"We're ready for you now." The doors to the Great Hall opened to reveal four rows of long wooden tables, which tons of older students were already seated at, watching as the crowd moved down the center aisle. At the very end of the Hall there was a table set perpendicular to the students' tables and was on a slightly higher level in the room. The Hall was lit by thousands upon thousands of candles, floating in midair above the tables. Edward looked up and gasped, astounded to see a night sky instead of a ceiling. He heard a bushy-haired girl behind him say,

"It's bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History." The witch stopped them in front of a stool which had an old, tattered hat sitting upon it. A rip opened like a mouth and the hat began to sing:

"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can keep them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring nerve and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff

Where they are just and loyal

These patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!

When the hat finished its song, the entire hall broke into applause. Even Ed was impressed. He looked over to the suits of armor over along the walls who were clapping as well. He stared into the red glowing eyes of one he knew very well, and silently vowed.

"I promise Al, we'll find a way to get our bodies back, even if we have to stay in this place."

"Ed, did you say something?" Ron asked, staring into the teen's drifting gold eyes.

"Oh, no, I was just wondering what the hat was for!" he lied to the Weasley. As if answering Ed's question, the witch stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.

"When I call your name, you will come forth and put on the hat to be sorted," she said. "Abbot, Hannah." A girl with blonde pigtails stepped up to the stool and put on the hat, which fell right over her eyes, and sat down.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted after a moment of pause. The table on the right cheered as Hannah went over to sit at the Hufflepuff table.

"Bones, Susan!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Boot, Terry!"

"RAVENCLAW!" The second table to the left cheered this time.

"Brocklehurst, Mandy!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Brown, Lavender!"

"GRYFFINDOR!" The last table on the left cheered loudly, and Ed spotted two other Weasley boys catcalling.

"Bulstrode, Millicent!"

"SLYTHERIN!" The Slytherin table cheered, but it felt less pleasant. The young teen began to feel a certain dislike for that House.

"Finch-Fletchley, Justin!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Finnigan, Seamus"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Granger, Hermione!" The bushy-haired girl behind Edward stepped up to the hat and eagerly jammed it onto her head.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Longbottom, Neville!" The pudgy boy who had lost his toad stepped up and put on the hat. It took a while to decide where to put him. Finally it shouted "GRYFFINDOR!" Neville had forgotten to take off the hat and had to run to put it back with everyone laughing at him.

"Malfoy, Draco!" Ed scowled as Malfoy swaggered up to the stool. The hat barely touched his head as it yelled, "SLYTHERIN!" Ron leaned in to Harry and Ed.

"There's no witch or wizard who hasn't gone bad in Slytherin!"

"Weasley, Ronald!" Ron's face turned green as he placed the hat over his eyes.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat said with only a second's delay. Ron smiled in relief and walked over to the Gryffindor table. There were a few more names called after that, "Moon" ..."Parkinson" ..."Patil" and "Patil" ..."Perks"..."Salley-Anne"...then

"Potter, Harry!"

Everyone became silent. There were whispers of "Did she say Potter?" "The Harry Potter?" Edward nudged Harry forward and everyone stared at Harry as the hat dropped over his eyes. And they all waited. Edward saw HArry mouth the words "Not Slytherin! Not Slytherin!" It was about another minute or so before the Sorting Hat bellowed,

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The entire Gryffindor table cheered as Harry took the Sorting Hat off of his head and walked to the Gryffindor table. The two Weasley boys who appeared to be twins whooped and yelled, "We got Potter! We got Potter!" The cheers finally died down and the Sorting continued. Edward began to worry. What if Albus lied? he thought. What if I don't get Sorted and everyone finds out about me and Al? What if-

"Elric, Edward!" Ed gave a quick gasp as his thoughts were interrupted. He walked forwards and sat on the stool. He slid the hat slowly over past his eyes.

"Hmm difficult. You have had much turmoil in your life," a small voice said in his ear. "You are strong, loyal, headstrong, and also caring and kind. you would do well in any House, but all the matter, where should you be placed?" It was almost five minutes before the voice finally said, "Very well. I know where you belong. GRYFFINDOR!" Ed sighed in relief and exhaustion. He pulled the hat off of his head and walked over to the Gryffindor table, then greeted by Ron and Harry. Albus Dumbledore stood up to make an announcement, and to Ed's surprise, it was a brief one.

"Let the feast begin!"

DONE WITH CHAPTER ONE! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!

Oh yeah...about Al...He's still in his armor, sorry! But I have a good reason! Now, he can blend in with the enchanted suits of armor and no one will give him second looks when he talks and moves around!

I know, I know. "Why not just make him human?" Well...BECAUSE! it's complicated! Besides I already have the outlines plotted out for him being in armor, SO THERE!

so...

now is the time for reviews, you know you were expecting this dear readers! Reviews help make me keep little 11-year old Harry from discovering his true fate! OMG! WE CANT HAVE THAT HAPPEN NOW CAN WE?

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(that was the part when I was chased away by torches and pitchforks)

Any flames that are given will be used to:

A.) burn Snape's cloak during the Quidditch match so he can distract Quirrell/Voldemort better

B.) warm Norbert's egg so he (she) can hatch healthy and well

C.) burn up the Devil's Snare to free Ron

so REVIEW!