WARNING- this is my first fanfic, so please don't expect too much!

NOTE- This takes place in the fifth book of Harry Potter, and shortly after the incident at fifth laboratory in FMAB.

Italics=Thoughts

Underlined italics=Memories

I DO NOT OWN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST, FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST BROTHERHOOD, OR ANY PART OF THE HARRY POTTER SERIES!

Onto the story then!

Chapter 1- The Mission

Ed was already in a bad mood when he ordered to go to the colonel's office. Al hated him, Ed was stuck in a hospital, Winry was throwing wrenches, and his nap had been interrupted; now he had to deal with the Flame Colonel with a god complex. He quite literally kicked the door open, and dropped into a chair. There sat the Colonel, desk full of paperwork that had been lazily brushed to the side, wearing a smug expression. Behind him stood a dutiful Riza Hawkeye, gun in hand. "Someone's in a bad mood" Mustang stated. "Just tell me why I was called here already!" Ed snapped. "tsk tsk. Short temper as usual Fullmetal" the colonel replied

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL YOU CANT SEE HIM WITHOUT A MICROSCOPE?!"

"well, there most certainly isn't anyone else who fits the term in here is there?"

Ed growled, before saying "just tell me why I'm here so I can leave, colonel bastard" upon seeing the colonels face grow serious, Ed looked up, impatiently waiting. "Well Fullmetal, you're getting some time off out of the country" Mustang said. "WHAT?!" Ed exclaimed. "I can't take time off! Especially not now, with all that's happening! I have a whole bunch of things to figure out, and I can't rest until Al has his body back!" Mustang sighed, he knew his young subordinate would react like this. "Hear me out Fullmetal. This mission could prove useful to you." Ed, who was preparing to continue his protest, froze, before shutting his mouth showing he was willing to listen.

"You've heard of England, correct? On the continent beyond the sea East of Xing?" Mustang questioned. Ed nodded. He did, vaguely know the country, from his father's research, as well as his own. "We've gotten new of a peculiar phenomenon. There are people there who seem to be performing some form of Alchemy, only they seem to bypass every law of alchemy there is. They make things out of thin air, change living beings into inanimate objects and back, make solutions that cause you to turn into someone else, or even create chimeras at the wave of a stick. They can torture with a single word, or control a person's actions in entirety. What's even stranger is that people who use the technique don't learn it. They are either born with it or they're not, though there are schools that help these people hone their skills. The Furhur want to send a state alchemist to investigate, and if possible make an ally of them." Mustang explained. Ed scoffed. "That's ridiculous. Next thing you'll tell me is that magic is real. Besides how is this useful to me? And why me in the first place? I'm not exactly a good politician"

"Actually Fullmetal, we have witnesses, and apparently the people there do refer to it as magic. The people who use it are called wizards, and they apparently used what they call wands. I think it's a bunch of nonsense, just like you, but Amestris can't take chances right now, not with enemies on almost every front." Mustang said. Ed looked surprised, and skeptical. "As for why we are sending you, I think you need to get out of Amestris for a bit, as your enemies are making very bold moves at the moment. Also, their technique seems to bypass equivalent exchange, which means you may be able to use it in order to reach your goal." Mustang added. This got Ed's attention. The Philosophers stone had been a dead end, and if this strange power in England was like the colonel had said, it was very possible they could get their bodies back. "Will Al be able to come back with me?" Ed asked. Will Al even want to come with me anymore? He thought dejectedly. "No. Alphonse sticks out way too much to come along. But you will be able to get in touch." Mustang said. Ed groaned, no Al. "How long do I have?" Ed asked. "Does this mean you're taking the job?" Mustang asked, raising an eyebrow. "I don't have a choice do I?" Ed said with a small sigh. "Good. You'll be there for a year, the details are in this packet, and someone will come to take you 3 days from now." He said handing Ed a rather thick packet, outlining his mission.

As Ed got up to leave, the colonel's voice said "watch your back Edward. These people are extremely dangerous" Ed's eyes widened, shocked by the colonels use of his name, and the genuine care used to say it. He then waved a hand in acknowledgement, before walking out the door. "Sir, do you think he'll be alright?" Hawkeye asked. "He'll be fine. That brat is hard to kill" Mustang said, a hint of pride etched into his voice.

Ed stood out on the balcony, thinking things over. The whole place seemed off. No Equivalent Exchange, and people are born with the odd technique rather than actually learning it. However, there are schools that help hone their skills. Could this technique really be the answer Al and I have been looking for? Ed didn't like how little he knew. Nothing too specific had been included. I guess it's my job to get the specifics. As Ed mused, there was the sound of metal on pavement, alerting him to reality. He turned to see his brother, Alphonse standing there awkwardly. "bro-"

"You know Al, we haven't had a good fight in a while, I'm starting to get flabby" Ed stated, turning around. "What? Wait I-" Al said trying again. Ed kicked off his slippers and charged. Alarmed, Al continued to attempt speaking as his brother attacked him, only to end up on the ground, Ed above him. "I finally beat you!" he declared. "It's the first time" he added, dropping down to the ground by his brother. "We used to always fight like this, didn't we?" Ed said. "Yeah, we fought over a lot of things" Al said. "Some were pretty stupid too! Like when we fought over toys." Ed continued. "Or books, or who got the top bunk" Al said. The two both felt the warm sense of nostalgia for what were once their lives. "Are those memories fake Al?" Ed asked, seriously. "No. they're real" al said.

"And your determination to be whole again?"

"It's not fake, it's real"

"We have to stick together. We will get our bodies back, no matter what it takes. We'll become faster, stronger, smarter, and one day…." Ed trailed off. "And the milk?" Al said teasingly. "Milk?! Maybe a little…" Ed grumbled.

As the two brother lied in bed that night, Ed decided it was about time Al found about his little mission. "Hey Al, I got another assignment from colonel bastard."

"Really? What is it this time?" al asked. "I have to go to England for a year to investigate a technique they use, and possibly make an ally of them." Ed said. "What kind of technique?" al asked. "apparently they can teleport, create illusions, torture, kill, make chimeras, turn living things into objects, make absolute commands, or immobilize simply by waving sticks and say one or two words. They completely bypass equivalent exchange, all laws of physics, all without thought! Not to mention they don't even learn it. They're either born with it, or they're not. It's so weird! It shouldn't be possible, yet we have multiple sources who saw it all" Ed practically ranted. "Ed, this sounds too much like magic in a fairy tale, are these sources even reliable?" Al asked. "I think so, two were citizens, and one was a soldier on vacation" Ed reasoned. "Do you think that maybe they have stones?" Al suggest, practically whispering it. "I doubt it. There are millions of people who can do these things, way too many sacrifices would be needed to go unnoticed, or even to be possible. Remember, all of Xerxes was need, just to make one" Ed said, shivering at the thought of the stone.

"Good point... They sound really dangerous brother. Are you sure this is ok? Why didn't they send the colonel or someone of higher standing?" Al asked, clearly concerned. "Mustang said that I needed to get out of the country for a while, and that it could be beneficial to our search for a way to get our bodies back. For once I agree, if they can bypass equivalent exchange…" Ed trailed off, knowing that his brother understood well what that would mean. After a long silence, Al asked the question.

"I'm guessing I can't come?" Ed shook his head. "Mustang said you would stand out too much, but we should be able to contact each other, probably through mustang, since I have to give reports." Ed could just picture the disappointed look on Al's face, if he had a body. "So I won't see you for a whole year?" Ed stared at his brother, "yeah. I guess we'll both be pretty lonely. What are you planning on doing? Are you going to keep traveling?" Al shook his head. "I think I'll do more research in central, but I'll let you know if I decide to go somewhere" Ed nodded. "at least ill know where to contact you" As Ed fidgeted around to a comfortable position on his bed he muttered, just loud enough for Al to hear "I'll miss you Al" The younger Elric felt warmth, not physically, but internally. He wasn't sure why or how, only that he was truly glad Ed was his real brother, and that nothing Barry the Chopper said had been valid. The love he had for his brother was very real, and it was what kept him from losing hope.

Ed sat at the bench in the train station at Central. He was honestly dreading the train ride. Of course, he was used to trains, and grew to find them reasonably comfortable at times, though sitting on a train for 2 days was something entirely different. Al had packed him food, and Winry had given her speech on automail care, as well as taken the liberty of packing a care kit as she wouldn't be able to come to do repairs. When the train arrived, and started boarding, Ed turned to Al. "I guess this is goodbye for a while" he said. "good luck brother, be careful and watch who you anger" Al warned, knowing full well that his brother's temper would not stay in check. "yeah yeah. I'll contact you ASAP. You watch out too, those guys from the lab said some things that didn't sit right with me. Let me know if anything happens" Ed said. He then grinned, before turning to board the train, bracing himself for the long train ride.

Ed decided to flip through the unusually large packet, which he had neglected to do until now, providing himself with the excuse that it could be a good way of spending a small chunk of the train ride. His skepticism towards the entire mission only increased, as he read about the many claims made by the sources. There were things such as "being lifted into the air by the ankle" "flying broomsticks that people ride on" "flying balls that try to kill you" "ability to erase memories" or even something as outrageous as being able to "walk into fires, and come out in a completely different fireplace". He didn't know what to make of it, every theory he made in his mind was immediately shot down by different facts. What the hell have I gotten myself into? Ed thought to himself. There was a document that seemed to be ripped from a newspaper, and Ed was stunned to put it mildly.

The pictures were moving.

As he almost fell out of his seat I shock, some people looked at him strangely. He recovered slightly, as his mind raced. It was in English, but thankfully Ed had studied the language before leaving. He did have an idea of basic phrases in English, mostly though translating research notes, but now, he could read and speak the language somewhat fluently. As he skimmed the paper, he only grew more confused. Is it a video? No, this is regular paper, no way this could be video. A projection? From where? Being carried around? No, that doesn't make much sense either. What the hell s this crap anyway? Triwizard tournament? Quidditch World Cup? Death Eater. Who is You-Know-Who? Does everyone call him that? surely he has a name. Ministry of Magic?! As his mind flew from one thought to the next, he continued to skim the odd document. None of this was even relative to England. Nowhere in England was there a place called Diagon Alley, nor was there a school called Hogwarts as his memory served.

Then he remembered something the colonel had told him.

"What's even stranger is that people who use the technique don't learn it. They are either born with it or they're not, though there are schools that help these people hone their skills."

Hogwarts was probably one of those schools, which would probably not be listed in the normal media. As Ed continued to read and think, hours passed in which he was absorbed in the current task. There were several similar documents, all of which had the seemingly unexplainable moving pictures. Ed soon found that the people in the pictures even reacted to touch. When he had placed a gloved finger on a person's face, they acted like they had been punched. Ed didn't know what to make of it. Were these people alive in the photo? Was there some sort of sensory device? But why go through all the trouble? His next surprise came when the man in one photo, an escaped convict with shaggy hair and a feral grin, simply walked out of the photo, and into another one of what Ed assumed was their minister.

Was this an example of what these people called "magic"?

Ed decided to leave the enigmatic document, and continued to flip through the file. There were a few handwritten files, concerning certain people. He read names such as Albus Dumbledore, Cornelius Fudge(Ed couldn't help but snort when he read that. what kind of name was that?) Sirius Black, Harry Potter, and to Ed's great surprise, Nicholas Flamel. Upon seeing the name of the famous alchemist, Ed immediately went on to read the information. None of it seemed correct to him.

….Nicholas Flamel is a well known Alchemist, and the only known creator of the philosophers stone. Originally working in partnership with Albus Perciville Wilfrick Brian Dumbledore, as well as the well known Auroleus Phillipus Theostratus Bombastus von Hohenheim, AKA Paracelsus. Due to use of the elixir of life provided by the stone, Flamel lived until the age of 665, when he ran out of elixir, after decideing to stop using the stone…

Ed didn't know what to make of it. Flamel made a philosophers stone? He worked with Hohenheim? The stone was destroyed? Millions of thoughts went through Ed's mind, though a dominating thought was accompanied by a feeling of absolute loathing. That bastard of a father left them, to go gallivanting around with these "wizards", and helped create a philosophers stone? Ed felt sick, thinking of Xerxes.

Nothing made sense to the young alchemist. Everything was becoming a jumble of thoughts, and the words were becoming blurred out. Ed wasn't even sure what he felt anymore. Anger? Confusion? Frustration? Or maybe he was just tired, which would explain why his mind simply refused to work. Come to think of it, I didn't get much sleep last due to that wrench induced headache. Dammit. Noting nothing else that stuck out in the informational packet, Ed closed it, before laying his head against the window, and almost immediately falling asleep.

When the train finally reached the stop, Ed was beyond ecstatic. He jumped up, and stretched his flesh leg still adjusting to the weight. He grabbed his brief case and walked out of the train, looking around. Mustang had told him that once he got off the train someone would come to pick him up, though Ed didn't really understand why here. Either way he would be taking a ship right? Wouldn't it be easier if they picked him off there? Ed shuddered at the thought of the boat ride. He could already feel his ports ache from the thought. Ed thought back to what Mustang had told him.

"There will be someone at the station waiting for. You'll know him when you see him, trust me. He's a "wizard" apparently"

Keeping these words in mind, Ed looked around and saw an old man, wearing a midnight blue dress like garment, and a pointy hat. He was sitting on a bench, and Ed noticed most people giving him a wide birth. Ed mentally groaned. This is the guy isn't it? Mustang you bastard.

Ed walked up to the man cautiously. "are you the one who the colonel told to meet me?" he asked. The man gave a kind smile, saying ""why yes I am. Edward Elric, correct?" Ed nodded.

"Very well. I am Albus Dumbledore, it is a pleasure to meet you Edward." The man replied, eyes twinkling.

Well that's it! I apologize this was rather short (hopefully not as short as Ed.) I promise the chapters will get longer and better soon! Next chapter we will have a lot more HP characters to look forward to! Until then, whether you like it, hate it, or really don't care, feedback is always a wonderful thing!

Thank you for reading.

- SevenBlazingSkies