Harry
"So, did you hear of the new subject?" Hermione asked, eagerly. I shook my head. Was this what all the excitement about?

"No. What's the new subject?" I asked, frowning. Ron shrugged.

"I haven't got a clue," He said. "It's just a rumor, after all, but everyone seems real excited 'bout it. Dunno why."

"Oh. So that's why everyone seems so...er, excited." I said. Hermione nodded.

"Well, who wouldn't be excited? I mean, it's a new subject!" She exclaimed. Ron snorted.

"Only youwould be excited at having more classes, 'Mione. For the rest of us, it's torture." He laughed. Hermione frowned and opened her mouth to say something, but there was a soft knock at the compartment door, and we all stopped talking as the door opened, revealing a rather handsome boy with eyes the color of molten gold. He was about our age. His golden blonde hair was up in a braid, and he wore a rather odd looking muggle outfit.

He wore black leather pants with something in one of the pockets, only the silver chain visible, a black jacket, the edges lined with white, black combat-looking boots with red soles, white gloves, and a long blood red hooded overcoat with some kind of strange symbol on the back. It looked like a snake was curled around a cross, a crown and what looked like wings or something above it. "Er, mind if I sit in this compartment with you guys?" He asked.

Hermione, who had been sitting there, staring, nodded, a blush making its' way to her cheeks. The boy closed the compartment door and sat next to Hermione, who was still blushing.

"Er...I'm Harry Potter." I said, awkwardly. If the boy was shocked, he didn't show it at all, which, honestly, surprised me quite a bit. Whenever I introduced myself, people would be shocked and ask to see my scar, which quickly got annoying.

"M' name's Ron Weasley," Ron said, giving him a small glare. The boy didn't seem to notice.

"I'm Hermione G-Granger." She stuttered.

"I'm Edward Elric," The boy , Edward, said. "But you can call me Ed." I frowned. Edward? I've never seen this guy at Hogwarts. Maybe he was a first year.

Ron squinted. "I haven't seen you around here..." He muttered, squinting. "You don't look like a first year..." Ed paused for a moment, then grinned.

"How old do you think I am?" He asked.

"I'd say either fourteen or fifteen." I said. Ed's grin grew wider.

"Finally! Someone doesn't think that I'm twelve or something!" He whooped. Hermione blinked.

"Why would they think that?" She asked. He shrugged.

"Well, see, I used to be really short..." He said with a small shudder. "Everyone'd think that I was, like, ten." Hermione smiled nervously, still blushing. I've never seen Hermione like this.

"So where do you come from, mate?" Ron asked. "You have a bloody weird accent and look-" Hermione elbowed him, and he glared at her. Ed shrugged.

"You guys probably haven't heard of it." He said, simply. Hermione cleared her throat.

"So you aren't a first year...but I haven't seen you around at all." She said. "Are you a transfer student, then?" Ed chuckled.

"Well-" He started, but was cut off when the compartment door slid open, revealing Malfoy and his goons. I felt my blood boil at the sight. Malfoy just loved pissing everyone off. I glared at him.

"What?" I spat. Malfoy smirked.

"Watch your mouth, Potter," He said. "Because I, unlike you, became a prefect, which means that I, unlike you, can give you detention." Ed snorted.

"Isn't that abusing your power?" He said, rolling his eyes. "Besides, what valid reason can you give detention to Harry for? I'm pretty sure 'I want to show off what I have that Potter doesn't and make his life miserable for my own entertainment' isn't one." Malfoy looked infuriated.

"Why- You- You filthy mudblood!" He sputtered. Ed raised his eyebrows.

"Mudblood, huh?" He mused. "That supposed to be an insult?"

"Of course it's a insult! What are you, stupid?" Crabbe said. Goyle grunted in agreement.

"Well, it's a very bad one. Why'd you even come here, Malfoy? Do you just enjoy pissing everyone off and making everybody hate you? Or did you just come to gloat because you were made a prefect?" Ed said, raising a eyebrow. Malfoy shot him a withering glare.

"Don't talk to me like that, mudblood!" He snapped. "When my father hears about-"

"I don't care about what your father will do," He interrupted, giving him a glare that would make a dragon cower. "Piss off." After quick, heated argument between a enraged, fuming Malfoy and a calm, teasing Ed, Malfoy left, slamming the compartment door behind him.

I looked at Ed, grateful and in awe at how well he managed Malfoy without resorting to threats or violence. "Thanks for sending him away." He cracked a smile.

"Don't mention it." He replied. "I just hate people who abuse their power." He said, stretching.

"Oh!" said Hermione, still staring at Ed with the lightest hint of pink on her cheeks, "You were saying something before Malfoy came." She said. Ed blinked.

"Oh, yeah," He said. "Well, I was going to say that I'm the new professor." He said. My eyes widened, and Ron looked skeptical. He couldn't be a professor! He was our age, for crying out loud! I finally managed to find my voice, and spoke.

"Y-You're a professor?" I asked. He nodded, and Hermione said, "W-Wow. You must be really smart." Ron snorted.

"Well, you must be a bloody genius!" He said. "Maybe even smarter than 'Mione over here." She glared at him. We all knew how smart Hermione was, and never dared compare her to someone else. It was sure to end in disaster.

"Well, of course he is, Ronald!" She snapped. "He's a professor, for crying out loud!"

"Wait, why are you teaching, anyways?" Ron asked. Ed sighed, softly.

"Well, originally, he was looking for my good for nothing father-" He scowled at this- "But that bastard Colonel decided to blackmail me- of all people- to teach here because, apparently, I was 'talented and could get along with the students and I needed a break from research'! I mean, seriously! He wouldn't even let my brother come along because it'd be a 'distraction' and I'd blend in better!" He ranted. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Blackmail?" asked Hermione. He nodded.

"Mm-hm."

"Why? How? And what are you researching?" Ed froze for a moment, then turned back away.

"Can't tell, sorry. Shoulda kept my mouth shut." Ron cast a suspicious glance towards him, but said nothing. After a few moments of silence, I spoke up.

"Hey, Ed," I said. "What did you mean by 'Colonel'? Like, the military colonel?" I asked. He nodded.

"Yep." He said. I frowned.

"But what would a colonel have to do with you?" I asked, again, my face scrunched up in confusion. "I mean, why is a colonel even involved in this? Don't tell me you're in the-"

"Can't say." Ed said, sharply.

"Oh. But what about your eyes? I've never really seen a person with golden colored eyes," I said. Lupin's eyes weren't the intense shade of gold like Edward's. They were a simple, bright yellow color, and there was something in Edward's eyes that I couldn't quite place. Pain? Guilt? Anger? Frustration?

"Heritage," He said. "My dad had golden eyes, so I guess it was passed down to me."

"So you're not a bloody werewolf?" Ron blurted out. Ed raised his eyebrows, and snorted.

"Werewolf?" He chuckled. He shook his head. "No. I assure you, I'm 100% human." Ron looked at him suspiciously.

"Well, why are you wearing gloves?" Ron asked. For a moment, Ed's face darkened greatly, but it happened so fast, I was sure that I was just hallucinating. He cleared his throat.

"Reasons." He said, simply, looking away. However, Ron decided to press.

"What kind of reasons?" He asked, innocently. Ed squared his shoulders.

"Reasons that I'd prefer not to say." He said, sharply.

"Why not?"

"Because it has to do with something personal."

"Personal? What happened."

"Do you not know what 'personal' means?" He said. He sighed, then shook his head. "Let's just say that I made a dumb decision in the past and leave it at that, okay?"

"But-" Ron started. Ed sighed, and gave him a sharp look, looking a bit exhausted.

"Please drop it, alright?" He said. Ron frowned, but kept quiet. After that, everything fell into silence. For a while, it was quiet, until Hermione decided to speak.

"So what subject are you teaching?" She asked. Ed gave a small smile.

"I'm teaching Alchemy." He said, simply. Alchemy? The word sounded vaguely familiar, but I don't think I actually knew what it was. "You guys know what that is, right?" He asked. Ron and I shook our heads. Hermione looked deep in thought. She snapped her fingers.

"Ah! Alchemy!" She said. "Um, isn't that where you can turn lead into gold? And isn't it a dead form of magic?" She asked. Ed frowned.

"Well, you're kinda right," Ed said. "Alchemists can turn pebbles or lead into gold, but it's illegal. And alchemy is a science, not magic. It's the metaphysical art of manipulating and altering matter by using natural energy. It can be difficult to some people, since you need to know everything in the periodic table as well as what the object your transmuting is made up of, but it's still possible. I'd tell you more about it, but I've gotta go." He said, standing up.

"It was nice to meet you all," He said, grinning. "Er, I'll see you guys in class...or something." He said, awkwardly, as he opened the compartment door and walked out, closing it gently behind him. Hermione let out a small sigh, and Ron shot her a glare.

"He's a professor...at this age...he's a prodigy..." She whispered, dreamily. "I wonder if he noticed that I-"

"-Like him?" Ron cut off, angrily. "You made that bloody obvious as soon as he walked in! Seriously, what's your deal with him? We barely know the guy! He seems fishy to me! And he was wearing gloves, too! What if he's a bloody Death Eater?" Hermione glared.

"Ron, I doubt he's a Death Eater!" She snapped. "You're just jealous because he's- he's- he's better looking than you!" The tips of Ron's ears turned bright red.

"I- You- No- No way!" He sputtered, red-faced. Hermione turned away with a small "humph" and I couldn't help but be a little suspicious of the new professor as well. Why wouldn't he answer some of the questions? What were under his gloves? What 'dumb decision' did he make? Was that decision joining the Death Eaters?

I sighed and looked outside just in time to see Hogwarts come into view. I wondered how the students would react to Ed, and how Ed would react back.

So...first chapter . Sorry if anything seems off, by the way. Hopefully, future chapters will be better :) Please reviewt! I'm an attention whore, I love getting reviews xD Yes, I DO have another HPxFMA x-over. I'm such a bad person ;-;