Roy Mustang considered himself a very level-headed and logical person. He held himself with confidence and radiated authority even when he had only been a Major. As a Major General that confidence had only increased. Therefore he wasn't scared of things like public speaking or meeting new people. As a soldier he was completely sure of his combat abilities so he feared neither death on the battle field or being unable to complete his mission. As an alchemist he knew everything could be explained with science, which eliminated his fears of imaginary things like ghosts and demons. In fact (even if it did make him sound a…little conceited) there was hardly anything Mustang was afraid of.

Yep, it took quite a bit too even startle Roy Mustang.

However, having someone he thought was dead, disappear and then reappear in front of him could do it.

Everyone jumped as a loud CRACK! echoed through the room. Then a second one joined it and Ed appeared on the desk behind Mustang, smirking smugly.

Mustang's eyes widened. He opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to come up with a response. Someone else beat him too it.

"Oh my gosh! He's a ghost! And he's come to seek his horrible vengeance on Mustang!" Breda yelled jumping onto one of the shelves.

"I'm not a gho-"

"Oh please, spirit of Edward Elric, don't take our commanding officer from us!" Fuery yelled.

"I'm not a ghost!" Ed yelled.

"Great job Fuery you pissed the ghost off," Havoc said.

"That's enough!" Mustang said recovering from his shock. "Haven't we all learned from past experiences that ghost aren't real! Need I remind you all about warehouse 13?"

"Well then what's your explanation?" Breda yelled from on top of the shelf.

"I don't know. Fullmetal care to enlighten us?" Mustang asked.

"No," Ed said jumping off the desk and putting the piece of metal back on his belt.

"What do you mean no?" Mustang yelled.

"What part of, 'let's wait until Alphonse gets here' do you not understand?"

"You can't do something like that and then not explain it."

"Sure I can."

"He just doesn't want to admit that he's a ghost."

"Shut up Breda, ghosts don't exist."

"Yeah they do," Ed said pausing. "Some of them are quite pleasant actually."

"SEE PROOF! HE ADMITS!" Breda yelled.

"He's just being a brat," Mustang said. "Don't listen to him"

"What did you just-"

"Enough," Hawkeye said. "Ed, where are you staying tonight? Alphonse won't be here until tomorrow."

"Huh, I hadn't thought that-"

They all paused as a soft knock was heard. The door opened slowly and a young man peaked in. He had short brown hair and large green eyes. He walked hesitantly in.

"I'm a bit early, sir. But I figured I'd drop my report off," Alphonse said looking around the room. His eyes landed on Ed. They widened. "Brother?"

"Al."

Ed knew he was in another universe/dimension or whatever you want to call it. So he supposed that if alternate dimensions could exist, then it was possible that magic could too. That didn't mean he had to like it.

At times he could even see the uses magic had. Being able to levitate books towards yourself or instantly warm up food might make people lazy, but it was definitely convenient at times. However there were times when he could also see how twisted magic was.

For example, animal transmutations, er transfigurations. It was wrong. It made no sense to Ed that they were willing to turn living things into inanimate objects for no other reason than to do it. He had…made his concerns known, to the professor. And that was why he was serving detention.

"It just feels wrong to me. I care if it doesn't hurt them or if you can reverse the process or whatever. I still don't feel comfortable transfiguring living things," he said to McGonagall.

"What if you were to transfigure yourself first? Would that help you feel more comfortable?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's very advanced magic, but I think you're talented enough to accomplish it. You could become an animagus."

…

"Come on Ed, you've been having private lessons with McGonagall for months now. You've got to show us the results," Hermione said.

"No."

"Come on mate why not?" Ron said.

"Because, it's humiliating, all that time and effort and this is the result."

"What's this,"

"About something humiliating?" Fred said as he and George walked into Ron's room at the burrow.

"Nothing, go mind your own business," Ed said.

"But if someone humiliated you,"

"Then we need you to tell us what they did,"

"So that we know what,"

"We're up against." George finished.

"It wasn't anyone," Harry said. "He's been training with McGonagall to become an animagus and he refuses to show us his transformation."

"You're an animagus?" Fred asked.

"Yeah."

George whistled. "That's pretty impressive."

"Well come on then! Show us your transformation," Fred said.

"No."

"Why?" George whined.

"I already told you why. It's humiliating."

"You know, if you don't tell us we could just always go and look it up at the ministry. They keep records of all registered animagus," Fred said.

Ed narrowed his eyes. "You wouldn't dare."

"Sure we would."

Ed cursed loudly. "Fine, but what I'm about to show you never leaves this room, got it?"

"Sure, sure."

Ed sighed and transformed.

They all looked at him with shock and then burst out laughing. Sitting where Ed had been sitting was a small golden Chihuahua. He had small ears and large gold eyes. He couldn't have been taller than Ron's ankle. He was glaring at them, which looked ridiculous on a tiny dog.

"Look at him, he's tiny!" Fred said.

Ed turned to him and began barking, in the very high pitched way that all Chihuahua's do.

"Aw don't antagonize him Gred, he's adorable." George said sarcastically.

Ed growled at him. George bent down and began petting him. Ed tried to bite his fingers.

In a condescending sing-song voice George continued, "Look at you. You're even shorter than you usually are."

Ed snapped. Everyone in the room could have sworn his eyes turned red. With a murderous expression Ed lunged at him and sank his teeth into his leg.

"Get it off me!" George yelled.

The next few minutes consisted of everyone trying to pull Ed's teeth out of George's leg. After several unsuccessful attempts they managed to pry his teeth off.

Ed transformed back. "You taste awful," he said.

George glared vowing to get revenge.

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