A/N UPDATE: Hey, New Readers and Old! I've decided to clear everything up here o that I don't have to keep explaining myself every step of the way!

Yeah. Blaze is back with a fiery vengeance! (See what I did there? :) So Please expect updates on time for once! Every week, one chapter! (Maybe!)

"Reborn" is the original story that I wrote that has been discontinued. I wanted to delete it completely, but I decided deleting it would lose all the love I got for it, and I don't want that to happen. This is the new version, so ditch that one and come over here to read this one!

This was a challenge originally given by a fellow fanfiction user, Yizuki. Check out her stuff, too. She's really good, too!

Guidelines for the challenge:

1. Harry Potter is Edward Elric

2. Draco Malfoy is Roy Mustang

3. The characters must be able to remember their past lives during situations that are strictly life-threatening when their instincts kick in.

I tweaked the prologue and first chapter to smoothen it out a bit, so I'd appreciate it if you read these and review! I hope you like it!

You know, I've always hated referring to Truth as a he... after all, Truth doesn't actually have a gender.

~DISCLAIMER: I do not own FMA or Harry Potter, and I am posting this story with no intentions of making any sort of profit whatsoever.~

Thanks and Sincerely,

~Blaze

He always hated that way Truth bared its teeth with its lips pulled up made him feel like it was mocking him; taunting him, as if it were a little boy picking a fight. It was the figure with no form, the ruler of judgment, the balancer of worlds, and yet it chose to give such a condescending smirk, almost as though it thought he was some sort of idiot. It sat, centering itself exactly in front of him, beckoning him forward.

"So, Mr. Al~che~mist."

Truth slurred its voice – no, sorry, voices – into a mix of echoing words, shaking the empty white void like an earthquake. "Come for your time-out?"

The man tensed on the spot, sweat sliding down his cheek. He stood uncomfortably, fidgeting as he stared back at the being in front of him with an expectant stare. Anxious couldn't even begin to describe how Edward Elric, the former Fullmetal Alchemist felt, standing in front of the so-called jerk ass of a God that he had faced before.

The Truth's smile widened, if even possible, and it stood to meet his height.

"Come now. Let the trial commence."

"Let the Sorting commence!" McGonagall's voice echoed loudly in the Great Hall, and silence filled the tense air like a balloon ready to explode. Harry could feel sweat dripping from his neck, and he quickly brushed it off, straightening his glasses as the children, one by one, were sorted into their seats. Each child sat and waited, cheered on by the houses they represented.

Then, it began.

"Harry Potter."

"Edward Elric."

Edward was quiet as he straightened his back, swallowing hard. Truth suddenly turned, absently putting its hand on the huge black gate in front of it. "From this point on, you will not return to this place. You will only be sent forward into another Gate. Another time. Another universe. Another Truth."

It laughed at the sight of the blonde's blank stare. "Surprised, human? Did you believe this was the only world? Dimensions do exist, young child. Don't be so naive."

It brought its hand to its chin, stroking thoughtfully.

"Now, where to put you…"

"Now where to put you..." The sorting hat muttered. Harry squirmed in his seat, noting that he found talking hats quite unsettling. His eyes were locked on the leather rim of the tattered, pointed hat, now swinging thoughtfully on his head. He waited impatiently, clenching his fingers around the edges of his chair.

"I see talent. Much talent from you. Yes, a born prodigy. Lots of potential. But where..."

"Not Slytherin, not Slytherin..." It was the only calming mantra Harry could think of. "Anywhere but Slytherin..." Now why was it that he got the feeling that this wasn't the first time he was being sorted?

"Not Slytherin, eh?" Harry cringed. "Really? You would do quite well… in fact, I see the talent overflowing… are you sure about your decision?"

"Ah, yes. I've made my decision." It stood, its massive grin appearing once more. "I'm almost certain, young scientist. Be ready."

"Alright, then. Better be..."

"I will show you…"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"…what irony truly is."