Mission Codename: Project Magic

Operatives: The Flame Alchemist and the Fullmetal Alchemist

Duration: 1 year, subject to extension.

Starting Date: September 1st, 1995

Location: Wizarding Britain

Objective: Take stock of Wizarding Britain's weaknesses and their culture. Do so under the guise of establishing friendly diplomatic relations with Wizarding Britain.

Details: The operatives with infiltrate the wizarding world as Roy Mustang, a diplomat from Ameteris, and Edward Elric, his ward. The Flame Alchemist will infiltrate the government, and gain information on their military strength, their chain of command, the political atmosphere, and all other relevant information. The Fullmetal Alchemist will infiltrate the wizarding school known as Hogwarts and gain information on their culture, their youth, and their powers. Both will be sure to gain information on the rumored return of Tom Riddle (Aliases: Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord, He Who Must Not Be Named, You Know Who) a dark wizard whose reign of terror ended fourteen years ago. The Fullmetal Alchemist will report to the Flame Alchemist weekly and the Flame Alchemist will report to Fuhrer King Bradley monthly or when significant information has arisen.

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Snap!

The mission report disintegrated in Roy's hand. Ed glanced up at his superior officer. The train cabin was silent. The two soldiers were both dressed in casual clothing, brown trousers and white shirts; Roy also wore a long brown trench coat. Roy glanced at Ed.

"What do you make of this?" he asked the young blond.

"What do we need to invade a wizarding community for?"

In general, Amestrians thought little of wizards. They were considered lazy and weak, not worth the time.

"I'm going to be honest Fullmetal," smirked the flame alchemist, "I thought you would have been excited about the opportunity to study magic. After all, it may contain the secret to getting your bodies back."

Ed shook his head, "I already looked into it."

Roy raised an eyebrow, "oh?"

"There must be equivalence in all things, Mustang, and that is no different for magic, no matter what the wizards may claim. We just don't know what that equivalence is, and I will not use a method where I don't know what I am sacrificing."

"Any hunches?" Mustang asked

Ed shook his head again, but a dark look washed over his face, "let's just say that throughout history, muggles have seen magic as something dark and evil. I doubt they would have that opinion of something that could have alieved they suffering if it is as wonderful as the wizards believe."

Mustang frowned, he could see Ed's point.

The view outside of Germany's countryside was dull, just like Austria's. Mustang was about ready to burn the entire train to the ground after an afternoon of sitting there, doing nothing. He did not have Ed's gift for falling asleep. He glanced at the blonde, who was flipping through his brown leather book with an attentive look on his face.

"How do you feel about going back to school."

Ed shrugged

"Really, you aren't even angry that you have to be a civilian kid for this mission?"

Ed's eye twitched, but that was the only hint of annoyance the young alchemist let slide. Roy was impressed, a few months ago Ed would have exploded at the colonel's goading, but he had matured in that time.

Roy let lose an evil grin, ed may have matured, but not that much. "Not that it will be hard for you," he pressed on, "what with you being as small as a first year."

Ed's pocket watch bounced off the colonels head with a thwack! "Say that again, you perverted old colonel!" Ed dared.

"The truth hurts, beansprout." Roy grinned, rubbing his head.

The two disembarked their second train at Kin's Cross station in London, England. Waiting for them on the platform was a witched dressed almost entirely in pink. She immediately reminded Edward of a toad. He made a face at the colonel before they made their way through the crowd to meet her. She greeted Roy immediately and Ed was almost shocked at her total disregard of him.

"Mr. Mustang, so nice to finally meet you! Allow me to introduce myself, I am Delores Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic! We are pleased to welcome you to England!"

Roy smiled at her charmingly, "Thank you Mrs. Umbridge, we are looking forward to founding an alliance with your country. May I introduce you to my ward? This is Edward Elric." Ed returned her handshake with a neutral expression. "Your minister promised us that he could stay at Hogwarts while I am with the ministry. He is not magically inclined however he may find the theory to be very interesting."

"Of course! The minister had mentioned this to me! Please follow me, this evening we have booked you rooms at The Hog's Head, by Diagon Alley." She proclaimed, leading the way into a car. Once they had all settled in and the car had stated on its way through the streets of London, she continued. You will have today to equip Mr. Elric with what he needs for Hogwarts, one of the professors will be coming to aid Mr. Elric with this while yourself, myself, and the Minister discuss your stay here, Mr. Mustang."

Roy nodded while Ed fixed the passing buildings with a hard stare.

The car pulled up in front of a rundown building, and its three passengers disembarked. The woman lead the way through the door and Ed was surprised to see that the abandoned building actually contained a boisterous pub. Umbridge approached the counter and spoke with the bar tender for a moment. Ed couldn't help but snigger at the look of disgust on the barkeep's face as he spoke to the woman.

Umbridge then led them upstairs to a small room. The room contained two twin beds and a small sitting area. A plump man with pale skin sat in one of the chairs wearing what appeared to be an emerald green dress. The man stood when they entered and once again Ed was snubbed in favour of his commanding officer. "Mr. Mustang! So nice to finally meet you! Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic, the ride here wasn't too dull, I trust. Come have a seat!"

The four adults sat down in the overstuffed armchairs. Ed Slouched, giving everyone a sulking glare.

"I would like to say before we get started, Mr. Mustang, that we here in wizarding Britain are excited to form a friendship with Ameteris! We are aware that your country has no contacts outside of the barrier that surrounds your cluster of countries and we are flattered that we are your first thought to contact!"

Mustang nodded politely and shot the Minister a trademark charming smile, "We are also excited to establish relations with you, the power and prowess of British wizards in legendary and since we are not a military country, we do prefer to make friends rather than enemies."

It took all of Ed's self-control not to snort at this statement. The benefit of the bubble that surrounded the Amestrian cluster was that nothing was known of Ameteris at all. These wizards would just have to trust what they were told.

Cornelius looked pleased with Mustang's flattery; he puffed out his chest slightly. "Yes well indeed." He cleared his throat, "however there is something you should know. About two months ago, Professor Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts, began claiming that a dark wizard has returned. I am taking this moment to assure you that there is no such problem. The old man has gone senile, tragically, and has dragged Harry Potter, an impressionable young, shall we say, celebrity, into his lies. Professor Minerva McGonagall will be coming any minute to assist your ward in getting his supplies for the upcoming year, and she, as well as many of the Hogwarts Staff, buys into Dumbledore's lies. I urge you not to let this sway you, He Who Must Not Be Named is not back."

The two alchemists nodded, but a quick glance between the two of them assured that they were on the same page, the minister seemed a bit desperate.

"Very good!" The minister proclaimed, reclining in his chair. "Mr. Elric, if you feel you are being pressured into believing these lies, Delores will be teaching at the school this year, you need only go to her. Anyways…" They were interrupted by a knocking at the door.

"Gone?" Professor McGonagall asked the grayed old may in front of her. "Gone where?"

"I sent him with Hagrid at the beginning of the summer; The Professor has always had a calming presence, after all." Dumbledore said, peering at Minerva over his half-moon spectacles.

"You sent the only person with any knowledge of Ameteris away just before we are stuck with a student from that very country? A prodigy no less! It's no wonder he's been placed under the supervision of a government official!"

"To be fair, Minerva, I didn't expect for the reclusive nation to open up now, of all times."

"Well, can't you send him an owl?"

The old man's eyes twinkled, "Perhaps, however my owls have not been able to find them since two weeks after they had departed."

"Well then what are we to do Albus!"

"Calm yourself, Minerva, if one knew what every step of their lives held, there would be little point in getting up in the morning. As little as we know of Ameteris, the Professor has shown that their alchemy is powerful, at the very least. Perhaps the young ward, were he to have the situation explained to him, could help us to gain the support of the Amesitrian government. Beside," Albus's eyes sparkled, "what possible harm could one little boy cause?"

"Come in!" Called the minister. The door swung open to reveal a tall, strict looking woman. Her hair was tied tightly back into a bun and she peered at the gathered officials over her glasses.

"Ah! Minerva!" the Minister didn't sound quite as pleased as he had when they had walked in. "Lovely to see you! Mr. Mustang, Mr. Elric, this is Professor Minerva McGonagall, the transfigurations professor at Hogwarts. She will be taking Young Mr. Elric around Diagon Alley today and tomorrow morning she will escort him to the Hogwarts express."

The woman shook Mustang's hand before turning her attention to Ed, he scowled at her, frustrated at how all these adults were treating him. Back home he was the Fullmetal Alchemist, already an adult, certainly not someone to overlook.

"Follow me, Mr. Elric." She said, "We have lots to do today."

Overall, Ed's day ended up going pretty well. The bookstore had been the highlight, and Ed had left with several more books than what was required of him. The robes were hardly fun but Ed planned on leaving them to accumulate dust in the corner rather than wearing the restrictive garment. McGonagall was indeed strict, but her demanding demeanor reminded Ed of the military. So by the end of the day, despite the fact that hardly a civil word had been spoken between them, Ed had decided he liked the woman. She dropped him off in the bar of the inn before leaving via fireplace. Ed headed upstairs into the room, ready to pass out.

Mustang was the only one there when he returned. His superior officer fixed him with a glare when he walked in. "Why were you so difficult all of today."

"I thought I was supposed to act like a teenager." The blond retorted.

"Difficult as it may be to believe Fullmetal, not all teenagers are brooding assholes!"

"No, but all the ones with friends are." Mustang fixed him with a puzzled look and Ed sighed. "Teens who suck up to authority alienate themselves from others, while those who are rebellious are admired by their peers. I'm here to figure out the culture, and that will be best done by being a kid."

"Also you want an excuse to mouth off to teacher."

Ed smirked at Mustang "Two birds, one stone."

Roy snorted, "Go to bed Fullmetal."