Author's Note

First off, welcome to our story Magicae! Yay! Ok so this is a fanfic (as im hoping you read in the description) for FMA and HP. Ive read a lot of stories for this crossover and I don't know, there have been some rlly good ones, but a lot are unfinished:(. So we decided to try our hands at our very own FMA Hp crossover! Here are some things you need to know about our story before you read it.

1) It takes place during the triwizard tournament

2) Takes place after the promised day

3) Ed and Harry are around the same age...

...see the problem? At the end of the Anime, and after the promised day, Ed is clearly not 15 but seeing as this is an AU, and I can do want I want with it, Ed is gonna be whatever age I place on him... ok? Now that that's been addressed, im gonna let you skip the rest of this authors note bcs rlly (Who other than me reads these)?

Disclaimer:I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or Harry Potter (clearly). All rights are reserved to their authors. (Except for my added ideas of course)

So without further ado! Lets dive in!

Chapter 1

A boy could be seen stomping up the vast marble white stairs to the Central Capitol Building, each heavy step echoed with his rage of injustice. With all his might he shoved the heavy office door open, expecting it to fly off its hinges dramatically, but he had forgotten that his new.. Or old.. Or now, new/old flesh arm wasn't as strong as his automail one, and instead the door slammed into the wall behind it, making a pathetic little dent in the dry wall. Reluctantly, He curbed his disappointment at the door's pitiful display.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT NOW COLONEL BASTARD!" The outraged words were directed at the young boy's commanding officer. The fifteen year old's thick braid was flicked behind his head where it came to rest comfortably between his shoulder blades as he pointed an accusing finger at the smug officer before him.

He had received a phone call on some ungodly hour that morning demanding he come to Central on an urgent mission, but was given no further information.

"Ah, Fullmetal, I'm glad to see you arrived safely, how is your brother, and Winry?" The officer trailed off suggestively at the end. Edward ignored the seemingly polite gesture, still fuming and taking the comment as sarcasm, which it was. "What do you want! Last time I checked I didn't work for the military anymore?!"

The fuhrer however, didn't look fazed at all. Edward wondered if he could get across the room fast enough to slap the smug smile off of the Fuhrer's face before his ex-commanding officer had the time to snap.

The Fuhrer blinked slowly, his hands were still clasped loosely together.

"I don't recall getting a resignation," he grinned smugly as Edward stared with his jaw on the floor. He could almost feel the angry steam shooting out of his ears.

"I have a mission for you Fullmetal…" He began but Edward cut him off before he could even finish his sentence.

"Cut the crap Mustang, whether you like it or not I don't work for you anymore! Plus I have Al I need to take care of! Or did The fact that he just got his body back slip through your thick mind! Assign your stupid job to one of your other loyal dogs!"

"FullMet…." Mustang began in an uncompromising tone, but the younger boy was quick to cut him off.

"No! Don't you Fullmetal me! You had me wake up at an ungodly hour in the morning to make me come here and waste my time! I was planning on visiting Al in the hospital today an…."

"Fullmetal!" Ed stopped talking immediately, knowing a tone like that mean a snap sooner or

later, though a scowl remained etched into his face.

"If you'd stop your pointless rambling for a moment and let me explain," Ed opened his mouth to protest again, but quickly decided against it as he

felt an unfamiliar feeling, as could only be explained like deja vu, and his head snapped to the other direction, where he noticed a figure on the couch that he hadn't noticed before. He jumped in surprise, stifling a shout. On the couch perched a wizened old man, who at a glance looked like an ancient artifact with a pearl white beard that was so long he had it tucked into his belt. Underneath an almost comically large hat, a pair of half moon shaped specials perched on his long slightly crooked nose. Even with this appearance however, Ed thought he could almost feel an air of power and authority ratifying off of him.

"Alright what's the deal with Gramps?" He asked rudely as he finished his assessment of the old man, turning back to Mustang, a hint of uneasiness still twinging in his stomach.

"Fullmetal," Mustang warned, a hint of a threat laced his words.

"No no, it's quite alright! I suppose I am somewhat of a gramps as the boy so plainly put," the old man chuckled.

Edward narrowed his eyes suspiciously as the man stood up, but stubbornly didn't take the wrinkled old hand that he offered to him.

"I am the one who should apologize," He continued as though Edward hadn't outright disrespected him. "I'm terribly sorry, but I suppose I am the one who is the cause of all your trouble."

If it was possible, Edward's eyes narrowed even further into suspicion until they were tiny little slits.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Just as that lovely lady of your said Fuhrer, he is quite the curious one," Gramps commented, confusing Ed further. Did he mean Riza? Where was she anyway, Ed was surprised he didn't notice Mustang's shadow missing when he first barged into the room.

Mustang sighed, tapping his fingers together agitatedly, showing he was growing tired of the conversation. "Listen Fullmetal," he said, matching the blonde's glare evenly with his own. "Before we have any more interruptions, I would like to explain the situation to you,"

Edward nodded, he wanted the conversation to be over quickly too so that he could refuse Mustang's command and carry on with his life. Al was probably worrying anyway when Ed didn't show up at the hospital, and he of course couldn't disappoint his little brother…. Again…. Today they were going to see how far Al could walk without his crutches. For once, Edward was silent, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited to hear what the Fuhrer had to say.

"I think I may be better equipped to explain the predicament to young Mr. Elric here if you don't mind," Gramps said cheerily to Roy, raising his bushy eyebrows above his half moon spectacles.

"Yes of course," Mustang waved his hand impatiently. Gramps took that as a sign to go ahead and so he did just that.

"First where are my manners, I should introduce myself, I am Professor Albus Dumbledore, and…"

"Just cut to the chase Gramps I have somewhere to be!" Ed practically growled as his foot tapping became for insistent.

"Yes of course," Dumbledore cleared his throat, ignoring Ed's impossible rudeness.

"You see, Mr. Elric, it has come to my attention that one of my students are in grave danger…"

"Students? You a teacher or something?" Ed was growing angrier and angrier by the second.

What a waste of time! He could be at home right now! With Winry, curled up on the couch with a warm cup of coffee; twirling her thick, golden hair in his fingers as she read some automail book…

"Yes, as I explained before I am a Professor," Ed was snapped back into reality and he scowled.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and took Ed's silence as a sign to continue.

"It has come to my attention that one of my student's lives are being threatened, and it is of grave importance that he is protected at all costs. Especially With the… Uh.. Event for lack of a better term going on this year in my school,"

Ed barked a laugh.

"You want me to be a babysitter?" He chuckled.

"No way in hell"

"Hardly," Gramps said gravely, adjusting his spectacles.

"Bodyguard would be a more appropriate term," Edward scoffed again. "Sorry, but I already have someone I'm babysitting," He said, thinking of Al briefly, "I can't leave him him to take care of your problems,"

"Fullmetal!" Mustang snapped finally, in exhaustion. Then he sighed and sunk back into his chair, his eyes softening. "No one said you have to leave your brother, Alphonse can come with you. Anyway, now that you can't use alchemy you could use a bodyguard yourself,"

Edward felt his blood boil in rage again. "ARE YOU SUGGESTING I CAN'T TAKE CARE OF MYSELF? I CAN TAKE CARE OF AL AND THE LITTLE BRAT NO SWEAT," he cried, his older brother pride hurt at the thought of his little brother being able to do something he couldn't.

"Wait, what do you mean come with me where exactly are you expecting me to go?" He stopped and thought after he calmed down a bit.

"Well you see, the school the lad is attending is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and…"

Ed quickly stopped Dumbledore with a boisterous laugh.

"Witchcraft!? Your joking right,"

"I'm afraid not,"