A/N: Wow what a ride this has been. I've finally started by second fanfic. And this time I'm continuing it. On a note I do not own Kingdom Hearts, Fullmetal alchemist and Harry potter. They belong to their respective authors. I am just writing this fanfic for entertainment. Enjoy!

Chaos erupted within the brightly lit rooms of Malfoy Manor.

Servants hurried down the long winding hallways as smoke grenades were hurled out of broken windows. Most of them had gas masks on while others desperately tried to cover up their noses and mouths with pieces of table cloth. Looks of fear and shock were visible on their faces. One of them cowered as an explosion was heard at the other side of the mansion.

Edward Elric knew where the noise was coming from. He had just woken up and was still tired after a night of uneasy sleeping. Digging his hands into his trench coat pocket he made his way up the flight of stairs, avoiding any traces of smoke and flaming objects. A fire alarm sounded at the top of the staircase. Hushed voices of teenagers had been omitted and suddenly replaced by ear splitting screams and thunderous shouting.

The sounds were growing increasingly louder as Edward made his way to the top of the stairs. A door stood in front of him and he knew that behind it was where he would find the source of the catastrophe. Sighing deeply, he clutched the door knob and twisted it.

"Cid, when is he coming?"

"I told you he would be right here in a moment." The middle aged engineer was finding her rants very tiresome. It had been weeks before he was able to convince Yuffie to come to this place. He scratched his forehead and started knocking on an outsized door in front of him. He waited on the threshold and discovered that the door contained strange symbols. A triangle shaped one with a vertical line and a circle in the middle was what interested him the most. He knew he must have recognized it from somewhere.

The door creaked open and a middle aged dark haired, pale skinned man stepped out. His cloak was arranged in a way that it obscured all his clothing making it look like he was a mystical being driven from the depths of the underworld to the surface. His eyes darted from Cid to Yuffie and when he laid his eyes on to the latter, his expression began filling with lust. Yuffie scowled at him.

"Hello, you must be our new visitors," the man sneered. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Severus Snape, the protector of the mansion and potions teacher of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry."

"What is that, another name for hell? There's no way I'll feel happy in a crap school like that."

Disgust started showing on Snape's face. He knelt down in front of Yuffie and moved in towards her ear. "You may think it sounds like hell," he hissed. "But I can insure you that you would be delighted to live in that place. And if you are still not happy enough then I will make you."

Yuffie's face went quiet with anxiety and Cid stepped in to apologize. "Please excuse my daughter's ill-mannered behavior. She has been tormented many times at her previous school and she is worried about accessing another one."

Snape smiled evilly. "That is okay on my account. At Hogwarts tormenting, bullying and abuse are banned from the system and if she is place in Slytherin then her protected would be clearly justified. Please let us forgot all the troubles and let me give you a tour of the mansion. I have a feeling that would be simply overjoyed to have another visitor over for the holidays. And I expect his son would too."

"What in the name of Merlin are you doing?"

Edward's eyebrow raised as three teenage boys flew around the room on broomsticks. Every minute they hurled smoke grenades either out of the window or at the blond haired boy who was continuously ordering them to stop. He knew Malfoy would never succeed in stopping them and there was a chance that if he continued shouting, he could get hurt.

Suddenly the door behind him burst open and he was violently pushed aside by a boy who was seemingly three years older than him. He was dressed in blue overalls with sleek black hair and an expression of pride on his round face. He wore white gloves with a familiar symbol that Edward had seen countless times, imprinted on to the soft material.

"Don't worry ," he said. "These boys need to be taught a lesson and the only way for that to happen is if I heat up the room a little."

"Thank you Mustang," Malfoy replied, contently. "I knew I could count on you to deal with those mindless gits. Now would you excuse me, I have to go. Father is calling me."

"Go ahead," Mustang said. "But be warned. You'll miss the fireworks."

And with that, he snapped his finger. Orangey colored flames leapt out from his gloves and began launching into the air. It then divided itself into sparks and exploded, showering the broomstick riders with smoke. Coughing fits were heard as Malfoy sneaked out of the room. Mustang beamed at his work of art, but the three boys wouldn't stop.

"Guys, this is an order!" he shouted as more flames danced off his hands. "Get down from there this instant!"

The boys ignored him and resumed their flight. One of them made a rasping noise before dropping a smoke grenade on his head. It blew up within kilometers of his face and his attacker made an audible, startled squeak sound with threw Edward into a laughing fit. Mustang glared at him.

"Stop laughing Fullmetal!" he yelled as more grenades exploded against the ceiling. "Be useful and help me out for once!"

"Sorry Mustang but that's my job!"

Edward craned his neck around at the source of that voice. A girl about the same age as Mustang was leaning against the door. Her blond hair was tied into a pigtail and she was dressed in rather frail looking robes, making her appear as an old lady rather than a young student. There was a stern look on her face which almost made Mustang tremble in horror.

"R R Riza!" he stammered. "What are you doing here?"

"Taking care of some business!" the girl replied.

She snatched an object out of her trouser pocket. Edward saw that it looked like a blackened tennis ball with three holes on each side. She tossed it at the ceiling where it attached itself to the hardened, mahogany wood. As it desperately clanged on like a damsel in distress, it began to vibrate. It then started to glow a reddish light which attracted the attention of the boys who were now seated on their brooms in midair.

Suddenly it exploded showering Edward with pieces of debris and wood. His vision blurred as he rubbed his eyes, trying to sweep away all the flecks of dust that were blocking his sight. As the entire room came back into focus, he saw the three boys attempting to lift a load of roof debris off their backs. They began shivering when they saw Riza and made gestures of apology with their hands which were smeared with dirt and grime.

"Havoc, Falman, Breda!" she barked. "I'm gonna have to report this. Now get out, all of you!"

The boys fearfully scurried away like mice to the door. Mustang started laughing like a lunatic.

"Those idiots!" he said. "You did a great job there Riza, you really did.

"Thanks Roy," Riza said as she slung the rucksack over her shoulder. "But you're gonna have to buy me another one of those devices tomorrow. I may need them for… well you know."

She beamed at him and exited the room. Mustang wheeled around to face Edward.

"Fullmetal, you have to go downstairs ASAP. wants you to meet someone."

"Who is it?" Edward asked, curiously. "If it's some stupid prank like the last time you said that, I'm going to bash that pretty little face of yours with my automail."

Mustang didn't seem at all threatened by his attitude. "It's a chick if you wanna know. And a good one as well. Said her names Yuffie. Sounds pretty weird I know, but she's Asian and you know how much I crave for Asian girls. Especially those tiny miniskirt wearing ones."

"All right, whatever you pervert." Edward swept some dust off his trench coat and stepped out of the room. "I'm gonna see her alright and then you gotta do me a favor. And you better do it. So be careful, I'll talk with you later."

"Yeah whatever Fullmetal. Just make sure that I'm gonna be her future boyfriend and not you. So keep your hands off her and let me handle things around here."

Edward smirked and left the room, leaving Mustang to his own imaginations.

Draco Malfoy shifted nervously in his seat. The girl next to him; an Asian dressed in a blackened school uniform was twirling a pen in her hand, her eyes staring blankly into space. She was bored and he couldn't blame her. Who wouldn't after waiting so long for someone to arrive?

His hand began twitching and he tried to conceal its movement by hiding it under his jeans. Anxiety enveloped him as he began sipping a glass of pumpkin juice. The girl followed his example, but as she drank it, he could spot an iPod sticking out of her skirt. Mudblood, he thought. Her lips emerged from the glass, revolted at its taste. Slightly bored out of her mind she turned to him for help. He blushed and screwed up his face in thought.

"What is this stuff?" she asked pointing to the contents of the glass. "It tastes familiar."

"It's ummm… pumpkin juice," he replied.

She gaped at him in speculation. "You wizards use pumpkin in your drinks. That's kind of gross. I mean if you're a pumpkin hater like me."

Malfoy's lips widened a bit and he looked round for an answer. The staircase door opened and a boy his age stepped out, his blond hair flying wildly behind him.

"Edward, thank god you're here," Malfoy said desperately. "Father says you're the only one who hasn't met her yet and she's been waiting here for ages."

"I see." Edward observed her carefully. "Is she the new recruit?"

"Yep and professor Snape made sure she was to be placed into Slytherin."

"I hear you're the Fullmetal alchemist," the girl interrupted. "Your name's Edward Elric isn't it. I'm Yuffie Kisaragi, Cid's partner in crime and erm… flying stuff. I hear you're great at alchemy, would you rather teach me its arts."

Edward hesitated at her response. "Perhaps later. I'm pretty busy now."

"That's okay, it was just a request." Yuffie turned to Malfoy whose fingers were tapping tensely on the wooden coffee table. "He's a somewhat shy individual isn't he?"

Malfoy forced his head up. Edward stared at him. "Yeah, but he's very useful. A skilled wizard this guy is."

"Really?" Yuffie said. "That's great; he can teach me magic then."

Malfoy's cheeks turned a violent shade of crimson. Edward sniggered at his reaction.

"Well, these things are very complex so you'll take weeks to be able to learn them from us," Edward explained. "But if you go to Hogwarts you'll be able to learn it faster there."

Yuffie's smile vanished. "Why does everyone want me to go to that shitty school? I mean why me anyways. I could have learned magic back at where I lived. There are loads of wizards there. Although we call them mages."

"I don't know what Mr. Malfoy's plans are yet, I mean I'm enrolling this year as an exchange student. I have no idea on how to do magic."

"You do alchemy."

Edward gazed at her sternly. "Alchemy is in no form of magic. It is science and it's not the one that makes potions and gold."

Yuffie nodded to say that she understood and she rose up out of her seat to shake hands. She smiled at him contently and skipped merrily out of the living room. Edward stared after her and saw Snape standing beside her in the garden entrance, looking reluctant to do his duty.

"That was awkward," he said as Malfoy went to refill his glass with more pumpkin juice.

The clock struck twelve signaling that it was midnight. Edward yawned as he headed down the corridor, eager to find a bed to sleep in. He needed to find his room as quick as possible before anyone catches him wondering around after curfew. Suddenly he stopped and stared at the sight in front of him. Yuffie was in her pajamas and was trying to unlock the garden door which was out of bounds at nighttime. It creaked open and she raised her fist triumphantly in the air. Once she disappeared behind it, Edward wondered what type of mischief she would be up to.

Suddenly a muttering sound was heard and Edward immediately felt numb. He was unable to move and what's even worse is that he couldn't even speak. He was immobilized. A scream echoed in his mind as his body was moving; taking long steps towards a door. Then a hand he couldn't even control wretched it open and he immediately collapsed onto the floorboards. The door behind him slammed shut and was bolted from the outside.

"Well, well, well," someone was saying. "We're in trouble now."

Luckily the door had bars making it easy for him to see what was going on the other side. He peered outside and was staring into the face of Draco Malfoy. And he was grinning.

A/N: Well here it is, the first chapter. Sorry it had to end on a cliff-hanger though. Review please!