Heeyyaaa everybody! How are you all doing since the last chapter? :3 I hope you all have been well!

...and will not band together and try to kill me for how long it's been...

I hate to keep waiting such long gaps between posts, but life has just been life, and I'm sorry.

PLUS, my birthday passed (I'm 16 WOO) and CHRISTMAS and that took boulder sized chunks out of my schedule of writing, plus essays labeled "Les Miserables", "Things Fall Apart", "All Quiet on the Western Front", "Lord of the Flies" and "Julius Caesar" and then I had Latin essays and Musical and projects with tests AND FINALS then vacation and WORK and SAT prep and Summer AP homework! just AGGGHHH

I don't think I've actually taken the time to draw anything for weeks! And all of my other hiatus fanfics have to stay hiatus til I have time to revamp their plots. *sigh* plus my original ideas need to be cultured and plugged up and written. Remember that immortal inventor story idea I was talking about in an earlier chapter? Well, I went through with that. I'm calling it The Mysterious Inventor of Timeless Lane, and I'm trying to get drafts of chapters. I've already compiled a plot and character profiles.

Anyway...here you guys go! I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LATENESS!

Review replies from Chapter Nine:

TigerBox: huh? OOC? ...well...in the past chapter...I guess so. I didn't mean for him to be like that...there is a method to my madness. See, nobody knows besides Dumbles why Ed and Al are at Hogwarts, and that Ed and Al are brothers. And Al just pretty much fits in with the enchanted armor.(granted the other ones can't talk, but move) It's basically for me to keep in check because I do need him for later. And I only time jump last chapter a lot because I can't keep taking the time to explain every little detail. I'm just hoping that the readers assume that Ed continues to talk to Al every so often. And about Hermione, well, Ed kinda hated her guts for being such a bratty knowitall stalker who tried to rat out his information in chapter 6. So he didn't really care as much, but all three of the boys felt sorry. It was just Ron who was the most noticeably sorry, well, you know why XD And you weren't being rude, it actually helped. If it came across as OOC then I'll try to work to prevent that again. Thank you very much for the review!

Truth's Apprentice: Yes, the pole was very helpful, thank you! OOhhh~ Flames for Snape this should be funnnn! Thanks so much for the review!

reviewer74: I'm glad you think so! Thanks for the review!

roymustaang: aahh...yeah. I know I need to go into more detail between Ed and Al and their mysterious circumstances and reveal a bunch of stuff that is only still in its planning phase. And like I mentioned with Tigerbox, Ed really isn't ditching Al and I'm sorry if the way I write it comes across that way, but I mean you have to put it in perspective, how suspicious would it be if he were walking around with a giant suit of talking armor 24/7?(I know it is Hogwarts, but remember the suits of armor there don't talk, they just move) It's just a minor setback because of my plan for this story. Soon, I'm going to have Ed explain things to Harry and Ron(and of course eventually Hermione) once everything settles out. I appreciate your feedback and I will try to work on alleviating his OOC-ness with Al in the coming chapters. Thank you very much for taking the time to review.

BlueStrawberryIII- yeeaah update XD Yes, Ron is smooth, like Keith Stone XD and don't worry Hermione will be rid of the sadness and "antagonism" soon :D and it's ok that you don't know much, I mean that's what get people interested, right? Thanks so much for taking the time to review, it means a lot to me!

Llanonelson- AH I will try and update at a more reasonable pace! Thank you very much! Thanks also for taking the time to review!

theisdarkstar- ^^ arigatou! Thank you so very much, I'm glad you like it! Thanks for taking the time to review!

Guest: 1/31/13- ...EdxHermione...? hmm...ya know I've never actually thought about that before...hmmm...I'll have to keep that one on the backburner for now...

Guest: 2/16/13- ^^; was it not clear enough? sorry...he got his watch back in the beginning of the very chapter you reviewed! I made sure of that...but hmm...I'll try and be more clear next time! Thanks for taking the time to review!

Karyn Phantom- well, here it is! Your wait is over! Thanks a bunch for reviewing it means a lot to me!

and also In-The-Shadow-Of-The-Robot, who reviewed on chapter five- Thanks~ I love doing the disclaimers! Hope you keep reading and reviewing!

DISCLAIMER TIME! (whew!)

Straight from the Devil's Nest in Dublith, comes the carbon-covered figure of shadows, the believer of the impossible, the only homunculus to break away from Father twice, GREED THE AVARICIOUS!

Me: *shoves Lust into the closet with Gluttony* Greed! My man! What's up, how's life goin?

Greed: Pretty swell, actually, thanks for askin. You mind if I take that? *reaches for FMA manga, located on top of my purse*

Me: NO! ...not now at least...I need it to keep Edo in character, which is very hard to do whilst keeping little Potter in character with little Weasley and Granger.

Greed: whew I didn't need the whole story of it...*grabs a cookie* So...what am I here for again?

Me: the disclaimer...for my fanfic? Remember?

Greed: ...oh...yeah right, that. Sure. Hey if I do the disclaimer, can I have that?

Me: If you get on with it, can I spare your sanity?

Greed: ...oooohh fiesty! Fine. DarkMousyRulezAll owns nothing in this fanfiction except for the crazy idea that Edward the midget Elric somehow winds up in the Wizarding world and then needs the Philosopher's Stone and then meets Dumbledore and makes a plan-

Me: HEY NO SPOILERS! *censors Greed's mouth*

Me: ...enjoy the chapter! ^^;

Chapter Ten

"TROOOLLLLLLLL! IN THE DUNGEON! TROLLL IN THE DUNGEON!" Professor Quirrell yelled at the top of his lungs, any color he had left in his face draining. Professor Dumbledore stood up from his chair, and all eyes were on the trembling man. "I thought you ought to know." And with that Quirrell collapsed like a rag doll on the stone floor. The Great Hall erupted into chaos. Everyone was screaming at the sight of the Defense Against the Arts teacher, and frankly, because of the Troll...in the dungeons.

"SILENCE!" Dumbledore roared, quieting the mass of students running about in the Hall. "Everyone will please, not panic!" Edward took a shaky breath, glancing around at his classmates, then back to Albus. "Now, prefects, lead the students back to their dormitories. Teachers, will follow me to the dungeons."

The students of each House followed their respective prefects; Harry, Ron, and Ed were lagging behind the Gryffindor group.

Percy Weasley made his voice clear among the clamoring students, "Gryffindors follow me, please, and stay alert!"

All of a sudden, Harry grabbed Ed's and Ron's arm.

"What?" Ron asked, glancing quizzically at his friend.

"It's Hermione! She doesn't know!" he whispered frantically, slightly continuing to pull on their arms. Edward and Ron exchanged glances before breaking away from the crowd of students and running down the corridors to warn their former stalker.

Somehow, the blonde had gotten in front of the other two, and upon turning the corner to the girl's bathroom, he froze, and turned around to stop Harry and Ron. For walking into said bathroom was none other than the troll itself.

"I thought the troll was in the dungeon..." Ron moaned. Suddenly, there was a high-pitched scream, and the boys burst into the bathrooms, to find the bushy haired know-it-all, paralyzed with fear underneath a broken stall in front of a six foot tall, ugly mountain troll with a very large club.

"Granger! Get outta there!" Ed yelled as he instinctively clapped his hands together to make his hand-sword.

He ran over to the troll and slashed its legs, leaving little mark, but caused the monster to howl in pain. The troll turned around to face the teen. Edward gulped quickly then ran over to where Hermione was moving: underneath the sinks. The troll aimed his club towards her and swung it down, but before it could hit the sink above her, Edward intercepted the club with his arm. He braced himself with one knee on the ground, panting. His automail got horribly crushed, but it didn't burst apart like Scar had made it before.

"Accck!" he let out forcefully, collapsing onto both knees. Harry's face became glowed in determination and he jumped up onto the troll's head, wand in hand, before it could hit again.

"Whoaaa-!" Harry held on tight as the troll shook him around, before his wand got stuck up in the troll's nose.

"Eggh!" Ron and Hermione both groaned, Ed, grimacing in disgust, but holding his arm. All of a sudden, the troll grabbed Harry by the foot and dangled him in front of its club, and began to swing blindly at Harry's head.

"DO SOMETHING!" he shouted at Ron, barely dodging the club. Ron looked around wildly.

"WHAT?!"

"ANYTHING!" Another dodge, this one even more scarcely avoided. Ron got out his wand. "Hurry up!"

Ron aimed his wand and said the first spell that came to his mind, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The club slipped out of the troll's hands, to its surprise, and it looked up slowly. The club came down and conked its head with a resounding THUD! dropping Harry to the ground, and toppling over. With help from Hermione, Edward stood up and walked over to Harry and Ron. The four of them stood in silence before Hermione coughed.

"Is it...dead?" she asked, glancing warily at the unconscious monster. Harry shook his head, taking a few breaths.

"No, just knocked out," he replied, stepping over the broken wooden planks to go next to the others. Carefully, he removed his wand from the troll's nose and groaned. "Ughh, troll bogies..." he muttered disdainfully.

Just as he was about to wipe it off on his robes however, McGonagall, Snape, and Quirrell burst in the room, aghast at the sight of the four tattered students and the unconscious troll. McGonagall looked to Ron, Ed, and Harry, exasperated.

"Explain yourselves immediately!" she scolded at the boys, who sheepishly looked at each other.

"Well-"

"Uh-"

"You see, professor-"

"It's my fault." Hermione spoke up, eyes down, hands behind her back. All three boys' mouths dropped open.

Granger?! Telling an outright lie...to a TEACHER?!

"Miss Granger?" McGonagall sounded as surprised as the boys were. Hermione nodded.

"I went looking for the troll. I'd read about them and thought I could handle it," she said quietly. "But I was wrong...If Harry, Edward, and Ron hadn't found me...I'd probably be dead." None of them had anything to say for a minute.

"Well then, Miss Granger, I am very, very disappointed in you." Hermione hung her head. "Five points will be deducted for your foolish decision." The professor turned to the boys. "As for you three gentlemen I hope you know how fortunate you are. Not many first years go up against a full-grown mountain troll and lived to tell the tale!" Ed smirked at Ron and Harry, who both smirked back. "Ten points, will be awarded to you for your bravery." She turned around to Snape, with a dull frown on her face. "For shared dumb luck!" The professor led the four students out, but not before Harry had shot a glance at Snape's bloodied leg.

Back at the dormitory entrance, Edward lingered back.

"I'll come in, in a minute," he said, scratching the back of his head with his flesh hand.

"Sure mate, but be quick ok?" Ron, Harry, and Hermione clambered into the dormitory, leaving the blonde alchemist behind. Turning around, he shot a relieved smile at his younger brother.

"You wouldn't believe what just happened, Al!" he started in an excited whisper. Al's eyes glowed brightly.

"Tell me, Brother!" Al protested, and Edward sheepishly laughed.

"Alright, alright!" Alphonse sat down, hugging his legs as per usual, reminiscent of a child hearing an adventure tale. "So we were at the Halloween banquet, right? The food was awesome, as usual, and me and Ron and Harry were having fun, then all of a sudden, that weird teacher with the turban I was telling you about came bursting in and started screaming about a troll in the dungeon!" Al oohed in surprise. "So we all start panicking, cause the guy fainted right after screaming his lungs out, then Albus calmed everyone down and told all the prefects to escort the students back to the dormitory."

"It's a good thing Mr. Albus was so calm!" Al piped, interrupting his Nii-san. Ed twitched just the slightest bit and nodded his head. Al let out an, "OH!" then it was as if a sweat drop formed on his head. "Sorry Brother! Keep going!" Ed cleared his throat.

"Anyway...so we all left the Great Hall, when Harry remembered that Granger didn't know about the troll, so we left the line of the others and went to the girl's bathroom to warn her, only we ran into the troll instead!" Al gasped fearfully. "It was headed straight into the bathroom, and we heard Granger screaming, so we ran in there." The blonde alchemist puffed up his chest. "I started attacking that beast but then it went after her so...I kinda..." His chest sagged as he showed his younger brother his smashed arm.

"Brother...Winry's going to kill you, isn't she?" he commented, patting his brother, who shook out of fear, holding the image of the Wrench Assassin Mechanic in his mind.

"Not done yet though Al..." he muttered, continuing. "So then, Harry tackled the troll and stuck his wand up its nose, and Ron used that Levitation spell to knock the troll out with its own club! Thennn, after that, Granger got us out of trouble with McGonagall, and we wound up back here! The End!" Alphonse clapped as his brother haughtily bowed as if giving an elaborate performance.

"That sounds awesome, Brother!" Al exclaimed. Edward nodded, then realized he left the three waiting.

"Yeah, speaking of them, I promised I'd be quick, so, I'll see you later, eh Bro?"

"Mm!"

Edward opened the portrait hole, giving a large smile to his armored brother before clambering inside. In the dormitory, the feast was continuing. The Gryffindors crowded together, eating and shouting, Fred and George horsing around in the corner. Ed noticed that Harry, Ron, and Hermione had gathered together, awkwardly glancing around. As the blonde teen approached, he smiled at them, to which a very embarrassed pause ensued. Then, without looking at one another, they said, "Thanks," and all hurried to get plates of food themselves. Edward noticed that Hermione was staring at his arm, which was now hidden under his sleeve.

Bringing out her wand, she tapped his revealed metal hand and whispered, "Reparo," magically fixing the damage to his arm. She then gave him a glance, which the young teen returned gratefully, then returned to eating. The four all ate quietly, and looking at his raven and flaming haired friends, Edward could tell that they were all thinking similarly.

There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.

As the months passed to November, the weather became very cold. The mountains around the school became an icy steel and the lake turned a chilled gray. Every morning, the grounds were covered in frost. The half-giant Hagrid could be seen from the upstairs windows defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch field, bundled up in heavy layers of animal skin clothing. The Quidditch season had started. On Saturday, Harry would be playing his very first match after the weeks of training: Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Hardly anyone besides Ron, Ed, and Hermione had seen Harry play (which was hard enough for them as it was) because Wood had decided that, as the team's secret weapon, he should stay secret.

But of course, the fact that Harry was Seeker leaked out eventually, and Ed and Ron literally almost had to shove to keep the swarms of excited students away from their friend. They all seemed to range from calling him extremely talented and that he'd be brilliant to telling him that they'd be running underneath holding a mattress. Of course if they said that, Ron would tell them to shove off.

Edward was surprised by how much Hermione helped in the past month; she'd lent Harry a Quidditch book and helped him with homework when he'd have last-minute practice; she also managed to teach Ed an effective way to remember wand movements so he wouldn't fail Transfiguration or Charms; overall, she just became extremely more nice to them after the incident with the troll, including not being pushy about the blonde's alchemy or metal arm.

The day before the match the four were out in the frigid courtyard during break and Hermione had conjured them up a bright blue flame that she held in a jar. As they sat closer to it getting warmer, Ed noticed Snape limping by. Harry noticed the Potions master's limp as well, and narrowed his eyes. The four moved in a way, blocking the fire from view so Snape couldn't reprimand them for it, but something about the four caught his eye and he limped over. Snape leered over Harry and Edward, eyes piercing.

"What's that you've got there, Potter?" Snape demanded coldly, gesturing at Harry's Quidditch book. Harry held it up begrudgingly. Snape smirked, then snatched it out of the boy's hand. Ed stood up suddenly.

"You can't just take that away!" he yelled, temper flaring. Snape glared at the alchemist.

"Library books are not to be taken outside of school, Elric," he sneered, causing the teen's gold eyes to flash dangerously. "Five points will be taken from Gryffindor."

"I'll bet he just made that rule up," Harry muttered under his breath as Snape limped away. "Wonder what's up with his leg?"

"Dunno," Ron commented bitterly, standing up. "But whatever it is, I hope it's really hurting him!"

That night in the dormitory, Ed stayed up late, laying in his four-poster bed, staring at the Chocolate Frog card he'd found months earlier.

"his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicholas Flamel..." he read for the umpteenth time over. "Nicholas Flamel...Flamel..."

Where have I heard that name before? Flamel...

Ed's thoughts circled around, until his eyes landed on the patch of red fabric peeking out from inside his pack. Slowly, he got out of bed and pulled his signature red coat out and placed it beside him, turning it over. Brazen in black smack in the center was an image of a cross with a snake coiled around it, with a winged crown hovering above. The Flamel symbol.

Of course! Nicholas Flamel was that famous alchemist who was rumored to have created...a Philosopher's Stone...

"And...Albus was his partner..." the alchemist whispered to himself, glancing around to his peers asleep in their beds. "Hmm...I'll have to tell Al about this in the morning." And with that, Edward climbed back into bed and closed his eyes, silently hoping not to have another nightmare.

Thankfully, the night passed quickly and morning came, cold and very bright. All of the students seemed ecstatic for the day's Quidditch match; all but Harry Potter, that is. It took both Edward and Ron, and eventually Hermione's sensibility, to drag him out of the dormitory to have breakfast down at the Great Hall. Ed lagged behind and whispered to his younger brother, before hurrying to join the three others. At the table, Harry wouldn't touch any of his breakfast.

"Come on, mate, you've gotta have something!" Ron prodded.

"I don't want anything."

"Just a bit of toast or sausage, or even juice! Believe me, Harry, you need to be prepared when it comes to things like this," Edward added.

"I'm not hungry."

From behind, Snape limped down the aisle, and stopped, smirking at Harry, to all's disdain.

"Good luck today, Potter. Even if the match is against Slytherin," he commented snidely, limping away. Harry stared at his leg for a second before turning back to Ed, Hermione, and Ron.

By eleven, the whole school minus the teams were crammed in the stands around the Quidditch field. Ron, Hermione, and Edward joined the fellow Gryffindors up in the top row. Ed peered over the crowd of cheering students to see the main stands, where all of the teachers and the announcer ("Lee Jordan. He gets a bit off sometimes, really strong Slytherin hater, 'specially in Quidditch.") were sitting.

He could see Dumbledore sitting up front behind McGonagall, and in the back he could pick out a glum-looking Snape and the teacher-with-the-turban-that-he-couldn't-ever-reme mber- ("Ed, that's Professor Quirrell...remember? He's the one that stutters all the time?" "...right..."). Madame Hooch was referee, and stood in the middle of the field, hawk eyes piercing, reminding the alchemist of a certain first lieutenant's gaze.

In a short moment, Ed could see the two teams walk out with their broomsticks in hand, before mounting them and flying around in a circle surrounding Madame Hooch. She had a wooden and metal chest beside her and she gazed harshly at all of the Quidditch players.

"Now I want a nice, clean game!" she barked heatedly. "From all of you!" Madame Hooch leaned over and opened the chest.

"The Bludgers are out!" Lee Jordan announced. "Followed by the Golden Snitch, it's worth 150 points! The Seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game!" Finally, she threw up the red ball, "The Quaffle is released," and the players all scrambled to it, "And the game begins!" Students cheered in the stands as the broomsticks whizzed across the Quidditch field. Edward nearly covered his ears at the ballistic yelling of his own House's screaming, although he did join in the cheers for Harry, who was glancing around for the golden winged orb.

One of the Gryffindor - Chasers, was it? - flew across the field, Quaffle in hand and threw it with might into one of the hoops.

"Angelina Johnson scores! Ten points for Gryffindor!" Lee crowed enthusiastically. Hagrid was standing behind Ed with binoculars and raised his fist with vigor.

"Well done!" he cheered, before looking back in his scopes. The alchemist watched the stands carefully, his gold-coin eyes having been caught on that mug-faced professor with the turban, Quirrell. He had a smirky snark on his face and Ed couldn't shake the odd feeling it gave him. His thoughts were torn however when Gryffindor won another ten points , but the Slytherin team captain hit Wood ("He's the Keeper, guards the hoops! Stop asking and just watch!") out of the air and onto the sand below. Ed looked up at Harry who was clenching his teeth in anger and empathized.

Suddenly focus flitted on the raven-haired boy's face and a smile crept on Edward's face.

"Look, he found the Snitch!" he cried to Ron and Hermione, who sharply arced their heads to watch their friend. All of a sudden, however, the sleek and shiny Nimbus Two-Thousand began bucking like a horse and swerving Harry around, to the trio's horror.

"What's wrong with his broomstick?!" Ron asked Hermione, who grabbed Hagrid's binoculars.

"Snape's jinxing the broom!" she cried in a terrified whisper.

"Jinxing the broom?! Whaddo we do?" the ginger pleaded. Ed's eyes brightened.

"I got it! Leave it to me!" the blonde assured, turning around and ducking through the crowd of hyped-up Gryffindors. As he left, the crowd gasped as Harry was thrown off, holding on by only one hand. Ron and Hermione exchanged glances before worriedly staring at their helpless lightning-scarred companion.

"Come on Ed!" they whispered fearfully.

AND CLIFFIE HANGER THERE YES YES I CAN'T WRITE ANY MORE MY ARMS AND HANDS HURT I NEED TO FREAKIN WATCH THIS MOVIE AGAIN DANGIT!

Now you all need to review for your liiivveeeesssssss and keep watching this because it'll keeep coming, it just might take a bit longer than expected!

Ed: I cannot believe you started Sin of Innocence with this still going. And you haven't even touched that draft in TWO MONTHS!

Me: ...*whimpers in corner*

Please review please please please, and don't kill meh pleaseee!

Oh yeah, if any of you put there like the Marvel Cinematic Universe aka Avengers and Iron Man and stuff, I started a new fic called Avenger'd that's just on Chapter Six (it's going faster than this...*sob*) and I'd really love it if more people could see it, so if you all wanna take a gander to my profile after reviewing on this chapter and check out the other story, I'd really like that. REALLY.

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~DarkMousyRulezAll, signing out!

~Next Time, on Fullmetal Alchemist and the Philosopher's Stone~

Hey everybody, Alphonse Elric here to give you the scoop on the next chapter!

Woo! Harry way to go, I thought you were sick but noooo you had the Snitch lucky kid you!

Who's this Nicholas Flamel guy brother, and what does he have to do with that three-headed dog in the third floor?

You know what I love about winter the most, brother? :3

Next time on Fullmetal Alchemist and the Sorcerer's(Philosopher's) Stone: Chapter Eleven- Flamel in the Holiday Frost

See you then!