(Note from the author: This is a fan-fiction containing characters and settings from Harry Potter, Fruits Basket, and Full Metal Alchemist. Fair warning: this is an extremely crazy story from an extremely crazy and slightly unstable person. I do not own any of the characters.)

Chapter 1: The Owl

Colonel Roy Mustang sat nervously in his office, his head resting on his arms, staring fixedly at the phone. He was expecting a very important phone call- one that, if he was not mistaken, would cause a major advance in their research. But he had been waiting three weeks, and the call had not come.

The Colonel stood up suddenly and began to pace the floor, his brow furrowed in concentration. What is something had gone wrong? How could he ever explain to his superiors that after months of work and assurances that they were inches away from the scientific discovery of the century, he had failed to obtain the much-desired information on the fabled Philosopher's stone? We can't afford to lose this.

Suddenly, his mind was racing. Why was it taking so long for a reply? He was sure he had left the number to call…he had covered every detail. Perhaps he had sent a messenger instead? Had something happened to him? The Colonel could almost hear his promotion slipping away.

Just then, his thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the window. In his flustered state, Mustang had already opened the window when he realized that he was on a top floor, and the thought of someone waiting outside for him was absurd. Before he could think about this, however, he was knocked to the ground by a large tawny owl, who dropped something on his desk before perching atop a chair and fixing him with it's wide-eyed gaze. The Colonel hesitated, and then rose to his feet. Glancing uneasily at the feathered visitor, he turned his attention to the desk, and whatever the owl had left there. It was a letter, addressed to him.

Colonel mustang had seen some strange things in his life. He was a state alchemist, after all! But this was a little too much- since when do owls deliver mail to military officers? It had to be a joke. Yes, that was it, just a ridiculous prank one of his inferiors had no doubt found amusing. Laughing now, he opened the letter.

To Colonel Roy Mustang:

I have received your correspondence and will confirm that I did indeed work with Mr. Nicholas Flamel in the creation of the Philosopher's stone. I am afraid that Nicholas, a dear friend of mine, passed away five years ago. However, I would be happy to receive you at a convenient time, and discuss any matters of great importance. I can be reached at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where I serve as Headmaster.

I am, Most Sincerely Yours,

Albus Dumbledore

And with that, Colonel Mustang glanced once more at the owl, looked back at the letter, and promptly fainted.