The Fullmetal Alchemist and the Order of the Phoenix

Authors note: This is my second story and my very first crossover. This will be about Fullmetal Alchemist and Harry Potter. This story will take place in Harry's fifth year and will be based on the first anime because I know that one better. This will be about what happens to Ed after he gets sucked through the gate after sacrificing himself for Al. I am really sorry for taking so long to get this up because I have been busy going through my first year of university. I have just one exam left then I can go home WHOO-HOO. When I get home I will start the sequel for my first story Dramacon a la Matt and do it alongside this story. For now everyone sit back and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal alchemist or Harry Potter, although I would not mind owning Edward cause he is awesome.

Chapter 1 A Strange Phenomenon

Albus Dumbledore one of the most powerful wizards alive wandered through the school grounds, thinking. Now that Lord Voldemort had returned things had become more and more complicated. The Ministry of Magic was refusing to believe that he is back and Fudge was using everything in his power to stamp down on anyone who said otherwise. That included himself and Harry Potter.

Just recently poor Harry was attacked by Dementors and had to go to a disciplinary hearing at the Ministry. Dumbledore managed to get Harry off but he knew that all their problems have not been solved. He looked down at the grass and sighed. He knew it was unfair to Harry to be keeping him in the dark and to avoid him but he couldn't take the risk of Voldemort getting into the boys head and using Harry against him. He heard a noise and turned, smiling when he saw professors Snape and McGonagall approaching.

"Severus, Minerva, What brings you out on this lovely evening?"

"We have finished checking the schools defences Headmaster. They are all in proper order."

"Very good. Thank you Severus."

"Is something troubling you Albus?"

Dumbledore sighed, "Yes Minerva. I'm sure you have already heard of the ministry's decision to give Dolores Umbridge the post of Defence Against the Dark Arts."

McGonagall nodded gravely. "Obviously the ministry is planning on interfering at Hogwarts. I have no doubt that toad woman will make this year unbearable for the students and the staff if she gets her way."

"Well Minerva, let us hope that she won't cause too much disruption at Hogwarts."

Snape snorted in disbelief. "The Dark Lord would more likely surrender then that happening."

Suddenly a few feet from them the air began to spark with blue electricity. A strange circle appeared before them, glowing with a bright blue light and emitting waves of crackling energy. Dumbledore throws up his hands to block the intense light. As he peeked through his fingers he noticed that a figure was materializing at the centre of the circle. The light finally dies down and an imprint of the circle was left in the ground.

The three professors approached cautiously, drawing their wands. Dumbledore noticed that, lying unconscious, facedown in the centre of the circle was a young boy, about 15 years of age, and with long golden hair tied back in a braid. The boy was wearing a blood red coat. Wand alight he came closer and noticed that on the back of the coat was the sign of the alchemist Nicholas Flamel, his old friend.

Bending down Dumbledore touched the boys neck, feeling a strong pulse he nodded for his colleges to come closer. "Help me flip him over Severus." Dumbledore reached over and grasped the boy's right arm. He frowned at its unnatural hardness and weight. The two men flipped the boy onto his back and McGonagall raised her wand higher to illuminate the boys face. The boy had a handsome, yet serious face, with a heavy scowl on it.

"Help me bring him inside Severus."

"Are you sure that is wise headmaster? He may be a Death Eater."

"I don't think so Severus. But for now we shall be cautious." Professor McGonagall conjured a stretcher and Snape and Dumbledore lifted the boy onto it. Dumbledore frowned again at the right arms' unusual weight. He waved his wand and the stretcher floated behind him as they walked towards the hospital wing. When they arrived Madam Pomfrey quickly ran out to meet them.

"What happened Headmaster?"

"A strange phenomenon occurred outside and this boy somehow appeared unconscious."

"Does he have any injuries?"

"None that are visible. I'll leave it to you to check Poppy."

Dumbledore and Snape carefully lift the boy off of the stretcher and set him down on the closest bed.

"His left leg feels unnaturally solid and heavy Headmaster." Snape observed. Interesting, thinks Dumbledore. This boy is full of mysteries. Madam Pomfrey immediately begins to fuss over the boy, removing his red coat and the black shirt underneath. Dumbledore noticed a flash of silver fall out of the coat pocket. It was a silver pocket watch with an unusual design engraved on it. He opened it and noticed on the inside the words 'Remember Oct 3, 11 o'clock'. I wonder what the significance of this is, Dumbledore thought. Just then, Madam Pomfrey gave a horrified gasp.

"Albus! Look at this!" Looking up Dumbledore stared at the boys' newly revealed right arm. It was made of metal. His body was fairly muscular and he had ugly scars around the area where the metal met flesh. Realizing something, Dumbledore reached down and pulled up the boys' left pant leg. Again metal glistened in the candlelight where flesh should have been. Snape and McGonagall stared with wide eyes at the boys mechanical limbs. McGonagall timidly cleared her throat and asked, "What could this mean Albus?"

"I'm not sure Minerva."

"These limbs seem very advanced, even by muggle standards," said professor Snape quietly.

"Indeed," said Dumbledore. He turned to Madam Pomfrey. "Is it possible to regrow the boys' limbs Poppy?"

"I shall try headmaster but I make no guaranties." She took out her wand and pointed it at the base of what was left of the boys arm while muttering a complicated spell. After several minutes passed nothing had happened. She attempted the same spell on the leg, again with no results. "I am sorry Headmaster." She said, "His limbs must have been cursed off with dark magic since I can't regrow them."

Dumbledore frowned, then took out his own wand and muttered a spell under his breath. "I don't think it was dark magic that did this. Even if this had happened years ago, dark magic would still leave a trace and I cannot detect any lingering traces of magic on his limbs."

"Then what could have caused this Headmaster?" Snape asked quietly.

"I have a theory but the only way to find out is to ask the boy himself. But since we don't know how long he will remain unconscious I think we should take a look inside his mind and try to figure out who he is. Would you please do the honours Severus?" Snape nodded and pulled out his wand.

He cautiously approached the boy and pointed his wand at his head saying "Legilimens." At first nothing happened, and then Snape suddenly gasped and jerked his wand away ending the spell. Slightly shaking and breathing hard he sat down on the opposite bed.

"Are you all right Severus?" McGonagall asked feeling worried. Snape held up his hand asking for them to wait as his breathing evened out.

After resting for a moment he said, "For being so young the boy has extraordinarily strong mental defences. Despite being unconscious the boy sensed my intrusion almost immediately and threw me out. I wager that even the Dark Lord would have difficulty breaking into his mind."

"Were you able to find anything Severus?" Dumbledore asked.

Snape shook his head. "I'm afraid all I was able to see were a few unclear images. Although the images that I could make out were not at all pleasant." Dumbledore sighed; this was becoming quite a predicament.

"I suppose the only choice we have is to wait until the boy wakes up on his own." Just as he spoke the words a small groan came from the bed. The adults all turned to see the boy starting to stir. Dumbledore approached him carefully. "Young man, are you alright? Can you hear me?" The boy slowly opened his eyes and stared unfocused at Dumbledore. The old man was taken aback at the boys eyes, they were the colour of molten gold and he could see that they were not the eyes of a young boy. They were the eyes of a man who had seen many horrible things in life, eyes that had seen death, pain and sorrow. Dumbledore had seen such eyes on many battle weary Aurors, and they should never exist on such a young boy. But what struck him the most was how those golden eyes closely resembled the eyes of one of his oldest friends. But how could that be possible?

Dumbledore was so distracted by what he had seen he did not notice how the boy's eyes quickly came into focus and was unprepared when the boy leapt off the bed and took a defensive posture on the other side of the room. The professors quickly raised their wands but Dumbledore quickly threw out his arm before they could cast any spells. The boy's eyes were as hard as steel and calculating, glaring at them with suspicion. "Who the hell are you and where am I? And tell me where is Alphonse?"

Dumbledore lifted his hands in a placating manor, trying not to startle the boy. "We mean you no harm young man. I know you must have many questions and we will try to answer them to the best of our ability. We will have some questions to ask as well but for now let us start at the beginning. My name is Albus Dumbledore. Right now you are in the hospital wing of this school which is called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and I am the headmaster. These are my fellow professors, Severus Snape, and Minerva McGonagall. And this in Madam Poppy Pomfrey who is in charge of the hospital wing."

The boy's scowl deepened. "Witchcraft and Wizardry? You mean magic? There is no such thing as magic."

"He must be a muggle," muttered Professor Snape. Dumbledore ignored him and kept his attention on the boy.

"I assure you that magic does exist. You see for many years' witches and wizards have lived among normal people in secret, not revealing our magic for fear of being persecuted. If you would permit me I will give you a demonstration to prove magic's existence." The boy stilled glared at him suspiciously and held his tense posture but he nodded slowly. Dumbledore smiled and took out his wand.

He pointed his wand at the water jug beside the bed and said clearly "Wingardium Leviosa." The water jug rose several feet the air, it hovered for a few moments then he set it down again. Next he raised his wand and said, "Orchideous," causing a bunch of flowers to appear out of the tip. Last he pointed to the newly conjured flowers that lay on the ground and said, "Incendio," which set them on fire.

The boy watched him incredulously shaking his head vigorously. "This is impossible. Magic cannot exist. It completely ignores the laws of equivalent exchange."

Dumbledore was startled by these words. "By equivalent exchange I take it that you are an alchemist?"

The boy was also startled. "Yes I am, but how do you know about alchemy?"

"I have studied it along with my friend Nicholas Flamel who was probably the best alchemist in Europe in the last few centuries."

"Isn't alchemy a lost form of magic?" Snape asked. He was taken aback by the intensity of the teens glare.

"Alchemy is not magic. It is a science and it follows the natural laws of the world." Snape looked annoyed at being spoken back too but Dumbledore stopped him from saying anything else.

"You are both right in a way. Wizarding kind have always considered alchemy to be a branch of magic, even though it is true that it is more of a science, which is why over the centuries it is a practice that has been used much less and we know little about it."

The boy seemed to calm down a bit but his frown did not disappear. "Magic... how can this be possible?"

Dumbledore smiled calmly. "I will take the time to explain how magic works to you and how our society operates. But for now we would like to learn a bit about yourself so we can figure out how you came to be here and what to do with you."

The teen finally seemed to relax and came out of his defensive posture. "My name is Edward Elric, I'm 16 years old and I was born in a small village in the middle of nowhere called Resembool. I live in the country of Amestris where I worked for the government as a state alchemist."

Professor Snape scoffed, "Amestris? State alchemists? What nonsense is this?" Dumbledore silenced Snape with a look. The pieces of the puzzle were all starting to come together. Now there was just one more piece needed before it could be solved.

He turned to Edward and asked, "I have to ask you if you are in any way related to my friend Nicholas Flamel?"

Edward frowned, "I've never heard of him, why do you think I know him?"

"Because you wear Nicholas's symbol on the back of your coat."

Edward shook his head. "This was my teacher's symbol so I wore it as well." Dumbledore thought for a moment. Then his took out his wand and said "accio." After a few moments a photograph flew down from his office and landed in his hand.

"This is a picture of Nicholas and I years ago not long after we first met. Have a look and see if you recognize him." Edward glanced at the photograph before walking closer and taking it out of Dumbledore's hand. He looked at it and stiffened his eyes going wide. Then he glared at the picture and gripped it tightly in his hands.

"I take it from your reaction that you do recognize him?" Said Dumbledore calmly.

"Of course I do, I would recognize that bastards face anywhere." Dumbledore frowned at the boy's animosity towards his friend.

"Can you tell me how you know him?"

"For one thing his real name is Van Hohenheim, and he is also my father."

There you go my very first chapter of my new story. I hope that everyone likes it and I apologize for taking so long. As many reviews as possible are greatly appreciated and I accept criticisms in order to make my writing better as long as they are not flames.