Chapter 1

White. It was all he saw. Vast fields of only white. Which was up? Down? There were no floors, no ceilings… just white. He turned around, facing an all too familiar object. The gate. How many times has he been here? Two? No, three times. He chuckled bitterly. Why Beside it was an ethereal body with a foreboding aura. Truth. It took his brother's body, his teacher's organs, Colonel Bastard's eyesight.. and two of his limbs… He was prepared to give up the thing that gave him grief made him grow up before the right time came… his alchemy.

"I want my brother back." He demanded.

"Oh, what do you have in return then?"

"This big thing right here." Edward pointed to the gate behind him.

"Are you sure? If you lose this then you would lose your ability to do alchemy."

"I'm sure." Truth grinned.

"I'm sorry Mis-ter Al-che-mist, but that isn't enough for our deal."

"What!?"

"Why? Well, if you lose it then it's like… running away. It's more of your gain than mine." Truth smirked.

"Well, what do you want from me then?"

"Your world. Your existence."

"I accept. Anything to help Al." Truth grinned widely.

"Oh and a bonus Mister Alchemist, I'll return your teacher's organs and your superior's sight. But remember, everything has a price."

"Now what?"

"I'm going to send you to another world. Somewhere where magic exists."

"What is this 'magic' you talk about?"

"You'll know."

The last thing he saw was the gate opening, the little black hands pulling him in.

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Sacha was having the best day of her life. The kids in the orphanage had been very nice to her. They cleaned the orphanage when she was still just asleep, and when she woke up, the kids were bringing her breakfast! And when she was bargaining for a good price in the market, she was treated by some stranger! And lastly, she got the last piece of Humbleberry Pie from the bakery, which was the best and they made only fifteen pieces per day! It's a good thing I left the Wizarding world before I couldn't leave anymore, especially with You-know-who on the loose.

The woman was walking towards the orphanage when she saw a boy fall in the corner of her eye. It's just a boy. She sighed in reliefBut where did he come from..? I'd better treat him, he looks tired.

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Everything was spinning. What had happened? Oh, he was transported into a new world. He tried standing up.

Wait. He felt hisright arm and his left leg, what had happened? He looked for something that resembled a mirror. He saw a glass window. He could see himself. His automail wasn't there. There was his arm. Real flesh arm. What had happened? Why were his limbs back? Why was it there? And he looked like he was younger than he really was. The scars weren't there. I went back in time? Hmmm… Probable, not impossible… Where am I? Certainly not Drachma, not Risembool, not Central either… Where is this place? He then remembered his conversation with truth. Well then. That means I… can't go back anymore. But, at least… Al…

He tried standing up, but failed miserably. He wobbled toward a wall to support himself. Why was it harder to walk on two flesh legs? It was supposed to be easier! After a few moments, he regained his balance. Having an automail for four years had its irks. And sometimes he was content to have automail instead of his flesh arm. Like the time when Ling poured a kettle of boiling water to his right arm.("Stupid Ling." Ed muttered) That would've burned!

He was hungry. Not just hungry, he was starving. He walked for a few hours,trying to find a place to rest. Maybe after he slept, he'd regain some of his energy. He went near the grass, contemplating on whether he would transmute it to bread or not. It might've been tasteless, but he'd have to stick with it. He clapped his hands and promptly blacked out.

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He opened his eyes. It took him a while to regain his vision, and when he opened them, he saw a Light-brown colored ceiling. What happened? He was in a bed of some sort. There were old and rickety chairs, he was on a bed. He had bandages on his arm and on his cheek. A hospital? No... This place doesn't smell like anesthetic. It isn't Where…? There were some children around him. Children? Oh, he was just a child here too.

"Look! He's awake!" A little black haired girl shouted. It ringed in his ears. It reminded him of Winry. Winry. He saddened at the thought. This is for Al! He reminded himself. Don't think about things like these!

A little brunette boy ran to the door and shouted. "Mish Sacha! Mish Sacha! He'sh awake!" Sacha? Who…?

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Sacha was preparing the kid's dinner. There were just a total of fifteen kids in the orphanage; 6 pre-teens, 4 1-2 year olds and five troublemaking five year olds. It was just so much work! she had started cooking early, for if she started later then the cooking would be rushed, (which she wanted to avoid as much as possible). Her thoughts kept heading to the kid who just collapsed. His hair was golden. One which she hasn't seen before. Yes, she's seen blondes before, but that was an exception. Blondes were quite usual in the neighborhood, but golden hair was not. It existed in the fairy tales about nobles and fake 'magic' worlds. Gold strewn hair? Impossible.

A shout from upstairs informed her that the boy was already awake. She turned the stove off and removed her mittens. The she hurried upstairs.

"Oh, so you're awake already." She said with a smile. The boy was facing the window so there was no telling what the expression of the boy was.

"Um, where am I miss? I mean, country and all." He gazed outside the window, his hair rustled by the soft morning breeze. His voice was soft, like what Sacha used to comfort crying children… How did he learn to use that voice? Or maybe it was just how he really spoke…

"Country? You don't know where you are?" That was weird, how can the kid not know he was in London?

"We're in London right now. The Flower Top Orphanage." She smiled at the name. The orphanage didn't really have a name. The neighborhood kid's called it flower- top because the orphanage had a big sunflower on its roof. And the name kind of stuck. No one had any objections though, so it was put in as 'The Flower-Top Orphanage '

"Um… Thanks. And another question please? Then you can start asking your own."

"Sure!" She said brightly, but how did the kid know how she had questions? Okay, the kid is freaking her out now.

"Do you know what Amestris is?" The kid looked at her. Her breath hitched. His eyes were the color of molten gold. She know that only werewolves had gold eyes, but not that kind. Werewolves had grayish-yellow eyes. His eyes were striking… and it held knowledge far beyond a child's… There was also sadness and pain… Only has she seen these eyes in Aurors that went through countless deaths… She gave herself a mental shake. This kid must have trauma or something…

"Amestris? I've never heard of it. I'm sorry."

"Thanks…" the kid looked down once more. That means I'm not in my world anymore, huh?

"Okay then! Now for mine!" She smiled. "Do you know how old you are?"

"No." Came the quick response. He couldn't exactly say he was sixteen. He wasn't even sure how old his body was.

"How can you not know your age?" She looked at him incredulously.

"I've never really paid any attention to it. Anyway miss, what year is it now?" It was true though. Even back in Amestris, he never celebrated his birthday. He'd only remember his birthday because Gracia would invite him to Elysia's birthday.(They'd 'celebrate' it on the same day.) It was saddening that Hughes… left. Gracia looked a lot more like his mother when Hohenheim left. And it was frustrating. But he couldn't do anything about it. He just made himself to look like he was having fun. He looked at himself in the mirror. Judging from his hair length and his height. He still refuses to call himself short… He looked exactly the same on

"Um… 1995."

"1995 huh?" He made a quick mental calculation and found out that he was 80 years old. Then he just based it on his appearance. Nobody would believe him if he told otherwise. Amestris had a different time than here then? Or he was transported in time and dimension.

"Well, based on my birthday, I'm still 5 years old." He mused.

He became a very good liar and debater because of the meetings in the military. He also had full control over his emotions already, it was a must to keep a stony face while facing military ranks. But he prefers not to and still kind of shouts whenever he was called small. He reached the rank Colonel and was bombarded with paperwork. Then he knew the reason Mustang hated it so much. Mustang also proceeded in his rising. Too bad for him, the higher the rank the more paperwork. He smirked at the thought. At least, now he didn't have mountain loads of paperwork to deal with. He always divided his work with Al. Though at first he didn't want Al to do anything for him, but Al insisted and he could never say no to his little brother.

"5 years?"

"Yup. That seems right."

"Well then, you have a family right?" she sounded hopeful. He nearly snorted.

"No." But I have a little brother in another dimension. He added word parents brought a weird taste to his mouth, Yes he had forgiven Hohenheim for leaving them. Yes, for his mother he had also moved on. But something still sends a pang in his heart to think about them.

"I'm… sorry." He just smiled at the apology.

"It's fine, Miss. You didn't know. You don't have to worry about me, I've already forgotten about them anyway." She looked forlornly at Edward. Oh how he hated being pitied.

"If you say so… Hey! How about you stay here? This is an orphanage after all. We're running low on cash right now, but we can make space for another friend!" He smirked at the mention of cash. He would do something about it.

"Thank you." He smiled once more. His stomach growled. He hadn't realized he was that humgry! He flushed.

"It seems your stomach wants food."

"Hehe… Sorry for the trouble." He rubbed the back of his had sheepishly.

"It's fine." She smiled as she led Edward downstairs.

The rest of the day was uneventful, save for the eventual questions what was his name, how old was he and the like. He didn't quite like the attention, but it wasn't very annoying.

He went to his room. It was small, but it was enough space for his… smaller body. He put a rug in the bottom of the door and closed the curtains, just to make sure no light would escape the room. He put the rusty spoon on the floor. Running a quick circle in mind, he placed his hand near the spoon. A bright light flashed and a completely silver spoon replaced it. That's good. At least Alchemy works here.

Two weeks later…

"Edward! You sure you're not coming?" Sacha bellowed.

"Yes, Sacha. I'm sure." The other kids were going to the zoo. Because for some reason, Sacha was given two dozens of free passes for said trip. He had seen animals before and he wasn't excited to do so. And for same said reason, he had the whole house to himself. I'd better start fixing stuff!

After that, he surveyed the whole orphanage and saw that there were chairs with broken legs, leaking sinks, flickering bulbs, rusty silverware, and very old walls and ceilings. He had to do something about it.

First, he went to the kitchen. Almost everything was rusted. It was a miracle that the kids weren't having symptoms of sickness. Oxidation wasn't very friendly to children's stomachs. He then gathered every single silverware and utensils. Placed them on the floor. He thought for a while. What was the best material for such things? He never really paid any attention to those things, so he decided to use the alloy that Winry was fond of using. She said that it last longer than most alloys. And Edward didn't doubt that. His Automail after all had never once rusted. Destroyed completely, yes, but not rusted. A flash of light conquered the room. Afterwards, every single utensil was as good as new. He smiled at himself.

He then proceeded to fix every single thing he could while the others were gone. The chairs were broken. He could vouch for that. He once tried to sit on said chair and it collapsed on his weight. His downside hurt. He went to the benches. He tried to find out the best proportion for the bench, and he found that he was lacking materials. It was quite a good thing that they lived just on the edge of a seemingly 'haunted' forest as the other kids called it. The only problem was, how he could bring it without anyone noticing?

He ran to the forest completely irritated with himself. His endurance wasn't even enough for a short sprint! He'd have to start doing workouts. His muscles weren't toned, and he didn't have the muscle memory for fighting. Who knows what might happen with Truth governing the world?

He found a Mahogany Tree. Hmm, this thing shouldn't be able to grow here. But he didn't question it. He used alchemy to transmute it to a box with wheels the leaves and little branches weren't given a second look. He then dragged it all the way to the orphanage. Nobody gave him a 'suspicious' stare. After all he was just a no name kid dragging an empty box. When he reached the orphanage, he was breathing quite hard. He then continued to make the benches sturdier. It didn't need paint. He made sure of that. After the benches, he also fixed the tables.

He touched the wall and it was brittle. He then completed a circle in his mind. He reinforced it with steel and more cement. Then he smoothened it.

He then went to the backyard. He sat on the edge of the backyard with a piece of the road in front of him. This was the last thing he was to do. He then placed his hands beside the piece of cement and after a blinding flash of light, the cement turned into a few bars of gold. The economy wouldn't be unstabilized if I do just a little right? He made sure to make the gold impure, not pure gold. That was the biggest mistake alchemists did when transmuting gold. It was also obvious (to specialists- which Edward was) that it was made Alchemically.Carrying the gold, he hurried to the kitchen table and placed said gold in a piece of cloth. He hurried to the study. It was nearly time they would come back from the trip. He didn't need any evidence pointing out that he fixed the orphanage. He opened the drawers and got a pen and paper.

Satisfied with his work, he stayed in the study and pulled out several maps. It would be nice if he could acquaint himself with this new world. He also saw a semi-interesting thick book. He opened it midway and found that that book wasn't for little kids. He dragged it to the center of the study.

The Book's title was… Hogwarts: A History.

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Sacha was exhausted. The zoo was fun with the kids but they were so energetic and it was hard to keep an eye out for all of them. Edward could help in restraining the kids, she didn't know how he did it, but she sometimes relied on Edward to take care of the kids his age. It was a good thing they were about to go home. She was worried for Edward. The kid was peculiar sometimes… okay maybe a lot of times. The boy had read through the entire study within two weeks and he acted like it was just what he usually does. Such a very diligent kid! He was also talented.

They went down from the bus and went inside the house. The lights were already turned off and it was already dark. She ushered everyone to their rooms for them to get some rest. They hadn't eaten dinner yet so she would have to wake them up later. She went to the kitchen to prepare the food. But she was surprised to see that there was already food and an Edward still stirring the soup in a big pot.

"Edward!"

"Sacha. You're back already?" He grinned. He pulled out the big ladle and took a sip.

"Perfect." He murmured.

"You know how to cook?" She stared at him. This kid was talented! He read books at a pace even adults would be envious of. He could cook as well!

"Hehe… What do you think?"

Sacha grabbed a spoon and tasted the soup. She froze. It was wonderful. Perfect to say the least!

"I just grabbed the cookbook there, so I think it's a bit awful."

"Awful? This is delicious, Edward!" She almost jumped in excitement. "What else did you cook?"

As everyone was eating, Sacha could help but notice the changes in the kitchen and dining area. The pots and pans were as good as new and the tables and chairs looked like they were newly bought. Why, she even found a bag of gold in the kitchen table! The person who had given it to them had left a note. Thank you for taking care of the children. Take this as a donation for the orphanage. PS: Did you like your new Utensils and furniture? She was extremely thankful to the stranger who helped the orphanage. But the identity of the man was still unknown. But why had the man waited for them to be out of the house to act? Maybe Ed saw someone…

"Ed!" She called. Edward was eating his food and there was a little notebook and pen

"Huh?" His head moved toward the voice.

"Come here." He jumped off the bench and walked towards the caretaker.

"Did you see someone… that did some things to the orphanage?"

He shook his head as childishly as he could. "No one. But maybe I didn't see him because I was hunting rabbits in the forest…" he mumbled, perfecting his alibi of: 'maybe someone else was here'. This was nice.

"Oh…" She paused. "Wait. You went hunting for rabbits?"

"Of course. Where did you think I got the meat? There wasn't any in the refrigerator." He said casually, running a hand through his hair.

"B-but! You're still just five!" She almost shouted. What was wrong with hunting?

"Already five. I'm safe, and that's all there is to it. Besides, the rabbit hole was just near the orphanage. Nothing harmful there." He said trying to reign in his annoyance.

"Anyway, I'm still hungry so I'll fill my stomach till it bursts!" He grinned and scampered to his seat.

Edward smiled. The look on Sacha's face when she saw the gold… Hah! Priceless! But he didn't expect Sacha to nearly cry. He sighed… He missed Al…

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He was about to sleep when a glimmer of something caught his eye. He stood up, went to the little table and his room. There it was.

His State Alchemist Watch.

This is already edited. There was a deleted line somewhere and I have no idea where it went. And most of my other chapters have those stuff too. Missing line breaks are such a bother!

A/N: I'm going to let Edward be used to the world first before making him a student and well, we can't exactly avoid meetings with certain characters, oh and I won't do short jokes. It just wastes time and, well, for me it's not very funny, if I'm the one writing it. In the manga/anime it is, yes… but when you're just narrating it… well… But! No worries! He still gets angry at it, he doesn't just shout. It is after all ingrained.

A/N(2): All of the line breaks I installed were deleted, but good readers would know where they break, right? Well, when I read my own work, It seemed chaotic with the missing Line breaks… And I didn't even use transitional words! How silly of me. Line breaks remove the hassle don't you think? And from here on out, I'm just gonna use other types of linebreaks. Hopefully they won't get deleted anymore.

I like the new FFnet. no need to open another window for a review... Hehe

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