Authors note: Hi everybody! This is my first longer fanfic and my first crossover and I got the idea from my friend Canada. This is for you Canada even though no one will see you! HaHa ! (I'll probably be smacked for that latter). Anyways if you read this then thank you for your support! *low bow* This is probably a popular crossover so I'm sorry if it is similar to another story, I personally have not read any of the Harry Potter fics (Cross or otherwise). I'm also not the biggest HP fan in the world so I am sorry if I get something wrong (But I did try and do research by reading about half of the first book and watching the first movie one day when I was home sick from school). I'm open to peaceful suggestions but no flaming please. Enjoy!

I do not own FMA(B) or Harry Potter. If I owned Harry Potter Luna would have been the main character for the whole series.

Warnings: eventual shounen-ai (But not for a few chapters) so if you don't like/don't know don't read. Also bad language (Thanks Eddy-kun) and possible violence (I have no clue where I'm gonna take the story). Spoilers galore!

Universe: set in present day with slight background changes to fit (Will be explained in the story). Possibly set during the second year/book/movie of Harry Potter.

Chapter 1: The Odd Owl

Ed was in the kitchen reading a book at the small, worn table when he heard the front door open with a clatter of what sounded like a person with their hands full. The door creaked slowly closed as the person who opened it tried to silence it. The intruder tiptoed down the short hall and directly into the kitchen where Ed was. The 14-year-old intruder gave a small gasp when he discovered that he was not alone in the small apartment. Ed gave a small chuckle at his brother's surprise until he looked at what Al was holding.

"Alphonse what are you doing with that... that," he was at a loss of words as he tried to figure out what the brown bundle was. Ed let out a sharp gasp of his own when the bundle moved without Al moving. Al cradled the bundle protectively and he tensed at Ed's unfinished question.

"I found it on the street. Some older boys were throwing stones at it. I think it might have a broken wing. Please help it brother! I don't want it to die..." Al trailed off as he looked down at the bundle with a gloomy look. Ed then noticed that Al's eyes are red as if he had been crying, and his little brother's eyes were once again filling with tears. Ed stood up and walked over to his brother.

"Al, it'll be ok. We will take care of it." As he said that, Ed put a hand on his little brother's shoulder to show him that Ed would always be beside him to help. Al shifted into the reassuring touch and shifted the thing in his arms. Ed then saw that the front of Al's pale blue shirt was slowly turning red, as was the floor at his feet. "Come on, bring it to the bathroom so that we can bandage its wounds," Ed said as he turned away from Al.

Ed entered the bathroom and was shortly joined by Al who gently placed the brown creature in the small bathtub. Ed opened the medicine cabinet to grab some gauze, tape, and disinfectant. He placed the supplies on the side of the tub and left to get a fresh towel from the linen closet.

Ed returned to find that Al had already shed his bloody shirt. Al tried to turn away from Ed when he walked in, but Al was not fast enough. Ed was stunned by the sight of Al's body. "What the Hell, Al? Why didn't you tell me earlier?!" Ed yelled as he felt his face heat up with anger. He wasn't exactly angry at Al, just the people that had made his brother look like this. The younger man's upper body was covered in fresh bruises and scratches.

"I-I-It nothing," Al said as he tried to hide himself from his brother's angry stare. "I-It is more injured than I am. P-Please brother, I-I will explain later, w-w-we need to help it..." Al was cut off when Ed shoved him so that he sat on the closed toilet. "Please brother I'm fine!" Al swatted away his worried brother with unusual force. Ed just stood there stunned at Al's defiance. Ed then took a mental assessment of Al's injuries, and none of them were all that bad. Most of the scratches had even built up their own scabs. Al was right, the thing in the tub was in more of a critical condition than his brother was. A small smile played on Ed's lips as he realized something.

"You always put other's needs before your own, Al." Ed said and Al smiled as well, realizing Ed would not go against his judgement. Both brothers looked back at the thing lying in the tub. At that moment the creature suddenly woke up, and finding itself in a small room with two potential predators, it started to violently thrash. It managed to get up, but then it flopped back down miserably. While it tried to escape it was making an awful squawking noise that sounded as if a cat was playing with a half dead mouse. The animal tried to thrash again as Al approached it. The animal attempted to attack Al, but then Al calmed it down by showing it that they were not a threat. Bright green-gold animal eyes locked onto Ed's golden eyes, and Ed had a sudden feeling that he had seen the creature somewhere else before.

Al broke Ed's trance as he said, "Hey can you hand me that towel?" Ed stupidly looked down at the towel that was still in his hand. Ed slowly came closer to his brother's shoulder, still weary of the animal. Al was holding up a big wing gently to expose one of the bigger cuts.

Ed suddenly realized what the animal was, "Oh, it's an owl! You usually don't see them here..." he trailed off to think of the other strange things that the animal did, like act as if it was smarter than some random animal.

"Yeah. It's also bigger than any normal owls, at least from what I've read in books," Al replied as he started to work on cleaning the wounds. The owl tensed and let out another odd squeak when Al touched it with the disinfectant, but then Al calmed it again as he continued to work quickly.

"It looks like you have this taken care of, so I'm going to go cook dinner," Ed said before Al gave a short grunt of response as Ed left the bathroom. Ed closed the bathroom door and slumped onto it with a sigh. Too many odd things had happened lately to count. The odd things happened so frequently that it was almost normal for the brothers. Ed released another long sigh before pushing off of the door and moving to the kitchen.

Ed had a simple stew brewing when Al entered the room in a new change of clothes on. Two sets of golden eyes met and Al looked at Ed with a slightly confused and curious look. "What is it?" Asked Ed.

Al held out a normal looking envelope and Ed took it out of Al's grasp. The paper looked high quality on closer inspection. "It was strapped on the owl's leg, and I tried to open it but I couldn't get it open." Al said as Ed flipped it to the side that had 'To Mr. E. Elric' written in green ink on it.

"Its addressed to me," Ed said, "let me try it." He flipped the envelope over again to the side that had a wax seal on it. Imprinted in the wax was a coat of arms with what looked like four different animals around a fancy 'H'. He easily broke the seal and lifted the flap up. Inside of the envelope were three pieces of high quality paper, the same paper that the envelope was made out of. He slipped out the first paper. Written in green ink, the letter head had the same coat of arms as the wax seal and under it, in fancy letters was:

Dear Mr. Edward Elric,

Due to your outstanding performance on the Wizards' Ordinary Magic and Basic Aptitude Test (W.O.M.B.A.T) we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please send back your reply on this complimentary owl service. Enclosed is a list of all the supplies you will need and your certificate for passing the W.O.M.B.A.T..

Once you reach the school grounds please come directly to my office to discuss your class options and future plans.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

The envelope had two more pieces of paper inside it just like the letter said, a list of what looked like confusing things he had never heard of, and a thick, official looking document. There was nothing addressed to, or even mentioning Al, which means he probably had not been accepted for what ever reason. He couldn't tell Al because he would probably force his older brother to go, even if it left him alone in the apartment. Al could not work to pay the rent or for food, so without Ed, Al would be in trouble. The money that their mother had left them was long gone, and the only way they stayed afloat was that Ed worked illegally for a friend of the family who knew their basic situation.

Al noticed his brother's face become gloomy and closed off before Ed dropped his head. Golden bangs fell to shelter the growing wetness of Ed's sad eyes. "Brother?" Al asked carefully. "Is it dad?" Even through the golden Al could see a forced looking smirk play on his brother's lips before it quickly faded.

"That bastard would never write us..." Ed trailed off, his voice to weak to continue. Ed then took a deep breath as he straightened up and looked at Al. A smile formed Ed's face as he continued, his voice stronger "Its nothing, Al. Just some kid having fun, or something." Al could tell that his brother's smile didn't reach his eyes, but he dropped it along with the hollow lie. Ed stuffed the letter into his overused pocket.

"Is dinner ready yet?" Al asked.

"Yeah. Sit down and I'll serve it." Ed said as he turned back to the stew on the stove. Al shuffled over to the cabinet to get out bowls, and he placed them down on the counter beside his brother.

What the Hell is a 'Wizard School' Thought Ed. There are no such things as wizards. They are just myth. And what is a W.O.M.B.A.T. test anyways? I never took any wizard tests that I know of. Maybe this is just a prank from the guys at work. Mr. Armstrong probably set this thing up to pay me back for the boxes I broke last week. Yeah, that's it. But knowing him, he will burst in tears as soon as I even give him a hint that I know his plan. I really don't want to flood the warehouse, so I'll just 'forget' it. I'm gonna just pretend nothing happened. I won't even have to tell Al if he doesn't push it. Maybe I could hide the letter away in my journal...

He was pulled away from his thoughts when he heard Al give a short yelp of surprise. Ed looked down to where he was absent-mindedly pouring the hot stew to see the thick sauce covering his right hand. He jumped and cursed his stupidity before he caught the look in Al's eyes. Al probably had thought Ed had burned his hand. "Al, it's ok. It was just the fake hand." Ed said to his brother. Al always forgot which hand and leg was fake mainly because Ed always covered them up, even if it was super hot out.

Ed shrugged off the now stained glove and threw into the trash. Al visibly relaxed when he saw the metal catch the light. The fake arm was annoying and sometimes it hurt like hell, but it had its uses.

"I'm gonna go clean the gunk out of it." Ed said as he looked from his hands up into Al's big eyes. "Go ahead and eat, I'm not hungry today. I have something to work on in my room. Goodnight Al!" Ed retreated to his small bedroom that doubled as his small personal study. He closed and locked the wooden door quickly before Al could react.

Through the wall Ed could hear his brother's surprised "G-Goodnight brother! Don't stay up too late. Oh! And remember you have an appointment tomorrow!" Ed let out an exasperated sigh. His 'doctor' was an old lady that he considered his god-grandmother and a girl his age that loved to throw wrenches. They were annoying, but they were like his family, and the helped him a lot after the accident. The girl was even the one who came up with the crazy machine attached to him. She had called the lumps of metal 'auto-mail' for some odd reason and they actually allowed for a normal full range of motion as if the metal was someone's missing limb. Ed didn't know how it worked, but after the excruciating sugary that must have attached his nerves to wires, this machine obeyed his brain's signals and moved.

Ed took a small box off of the cluttered desk and placed it on the bed. He then took off his many layers to reveal the metal that reached up to his right shoulder. He vigorously cleaned the fake arm, especially the wrist where most of the stew fell onto, until it shined. He then took off his leather pants to reveal the fake leg that connected to flesh right above the left knee. He shivered and tried to shrink against the cold hitting his skin. The boxers that he wore did not protect him from the cold. Ed cleaned the leg faster than the arm and he then quickly pulled the covers over his body.

Once he was warm again he reached for the abandoned coat that had fallen onto one of the many piles on the ground. He pulled out the strange letter and re-read it again. It makes no sense. Why me and not Al, or why not both of us?

His thoughts turned back to Al. What will he do without me? He is too young to work, and even if that bastard of a dad came back he probably would not recognize him. He thought back to one of his first memories. He always remembered looking at his dad's back as he exited the front door for the last time. Mom said that he went on a trip, but it's not to hard to figure out that he abandoned us. Who would go on a trip for years leaving your two young children and girlfriend behind like that? Their father had not even married their mother for whatever reason, but that was not too uncommon then.

A few years after their father had left their mother 'caught' some sort of deadly disease that the doctors couldn't identify or cure. The research I did said that it was probably cancer, Ed thought. After her death they lived in the empty house for a while, but it brought back too many bad memories, so they abandoned it. Their father had left some money behind, and Ed and Al used that to find their current apartment and stay afloat for a while.

Even if he was old enough to remember, he would not remember that bastard now, he thought. He thought back to the accident as his vision blurred. It's all m fault. Al's memories, our money, everything...Ed got into an accident and the surgery basically wiped them out of money. After he recovered, Ed found work with a family friend that was willing to 'employ' him under the table. All Ed did all day was move heavy boxes around the giant warehouse, but it helped him build up muscle and recover after the surgery.

Ed returned to the present as his gaze focused on the paper in his hands. This was not the first weird thing that happened to him, but it was defiantly one of the weirdest. Ed grabbed one of his least favorite and boring books off of the shelves. It was a giant atlas from ten years ago, to out of date to be useful but to young to be valuable. He flipped open the cover and carefully found page number 13. The pages after page 13 had been cut out to make room for the secret compartment that held his journal. Even though he usually wrote in code, the hiding place was just another precaution to prevent Al reading it and worrying about him. In the cutout he also had another, deeper hidden compartment where he stored more important things. Inside it there was his mother's locket that had a picture of the three of them shortly before she got sick. There was also another older photograph in the compartment that was of all four of them, Al as a baby, Ed as a toddler, and both of their parents. According to the date on the back it was only a few days before he had left them. Strangely enough their father was crying like a little kid. Ed did not remember that day, so he did not know why he was crying, and mom never told them why. The picture was old and frayed from people handling it.

The last object was an old pocket watch with a weird design on the outside. On the inside of the cover there was Don't Forget .11. It was made of silver, so it must have taken a lot of effort to carve it. It was their dad's watch, but Ed still couldn't figure out why he carved a date that was so old (he assumed it was 1911). The watch did not work, but it was one of the few things he had from his dad, and even though he didn't want to admit it, the watch was precious.

Ed put the letter in the compartment next to the other objects, and he closed the smaller compartment. He took his journal and wrote about the odd event's of the day. Eventually he could barely keep his eyes open, let alone write, so he put the journal and atlas back and flicked off the light. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

After note: End of the first chapter! FINALLY! I've had this written and sitting for a few weeks, but I never had time to check it over and fix it, so I just finished that tonight, and I'm going to post it in a few seconds...Sorry it kind of cuts off, but the next thing I want to happen is a whole chapter...This is my first multi-chapter fic, so I'm not sure how often I will be able to update it... I will try for once a week at least, unless something comes up. I hope you enjoyed and keep reading. If you don't like wips and you are reading this sometime in the future I hope my future self has found a good ending because truthfully I have no idea where this will lead! XD. Oh well. All good stories are spontaneous, they are never pre-planned 20 million ways. And besides I hate pre-planning. Hopefully I'll see you next chapter! Bye for now everyone!

If anyone has any suggestions please review/PM me. I am open to nearly everything.

Minor fix 16 Aug 2013