Edit: I'm too frightened to read even one word. Ladies and gents, are you aware that this was my very first story on this website? No joke! It's filled to the brim with fail! The characters are OOC, the grammar is enough to blind all who dare to glance upon it, the plot is thin on the ground (assuming it's even there at all), and, above all, IT'S A HARRY POTTER CROSSOVER. If 'HPxFMA' doesn't spell 'fail', then I don't know what does. Please don't judge my writing by this. I've improved a lot since this was written. I'm still not as good as I want to be, but I've come a long way.

Chapter 1

Ed finished drawing a large transmutation circle on the floor and stepped back to survey his work. "Does this look right to you?" He asked his younger brother.

"Uh-huh, the circle looks fine. But....What about the price?" Al asked for the millionth time.

"I already told you, it's all taken care of." Ed reassured. He had made up his mind. He would give whatever price he had to; no matter what, he was going to get his brother's body back. Ed threw the red coat he always wore onto the floor to get it out of the way. "Okay, let's get started!"

The two brothers kneeled on opposite sides of the circle. They had spent over an hour drawing it exactly right. Nothing could go wrong, or it would all be for nothing. "Ready?" Asked Ed. Al nodded. They both clapped there hands and placed them on the ground in front of them.

Immediately light erupted from the middle of the circle. Al was frightened, but Ed felt only determination. He looked up at his brother and said only one word before he was taken to the truth.

"Goodbye."

Ed found himself in a pure white space with the gate rising up high above his head in front of him. In between him and the gate sat Truth, faceless and barely there.

"So, another arrogant fool thought they could perform a miracle?" It said. "I believe I've met you before. What do you want this time?"

"My Brother." Said Ed in a strangely commanding voice. "Give my brother back. I don't care what the price is, just give his body back. I know it's in here."

"So that's what you want, hmm? Well. This could be quite fun after all..." The Truth grinned and faded into nothing.

The gate, the truth, everything was gone and there was only black. He was suspended in it. It felt like being in water only it was all dark and filled with a deep deep silence that seems louder than the loudest noise in the world. Suddenly, the darkness was lit up with the faces of everyone he had ever seen dead. There were dozens of people, too many for him to count. There was Nina, Alexander, his mother....He felt dizzy, like his head was going to explode. He wanted the faces to just go away. He tried to close his eyes, but they were still there, taunting him in the darkness.

Then there was only one face, one that looked a lot like his own. The eyes were both angry and sad at once as the mouth opened and yelled at him. "How could you, brother? How could you just leave? This isn't what I wanted! It's not worth it!" Ed flinched. Was this really Al? No, it had to be one of the Truth's tricks...."Edward, I hate you!" And with that, Al vanished.

It was near the end of August. The air was hot and sticky and there were very few clouds in the sky. Most people were inside on this day, enjoying one of the last times they could sit lazily inside and relax before autumn. Because of this, no one was outside at the moment that an extra house appeared out of nowhere on Grimmauld place with a group of teenagers coming out the door.

"Well, this is it!" Said a small, blond girl. "The last time we go outside before term starts next week. You'd better enjoy it because there's no way Mrs. Weasley will allow us to leave the house again until then."

"Yeah, yeah, we know Tonks." Said Ron. "Come on Harry, let's look around." With that, he grabbed his friend's hand and walked off in the direction of a park.

"Wait for me!" Said Ginny angrily, running behind them. "You'd better wait for me Ron!" They two boys that she was following broke into a run.

"Oh dear, I'd better follow them too...Knowing those three, they'll somehow manage to make trouble if I don't. Where'll you be Hermione?" Tonks asked hurriedly.

"I'll just be at the library. Don't worry, I'll be fine alone!" She added quickly. "I doubt they'll have any magic books, but it's still worth it to check." Tonks gave a quick smile and the two went their separate ways.

Hermione walked at a quick pace to the local library. She marched up the three stone steps and into the musty interior. It was a small, under furnished library filled with rather old books that had definitely seen better days. It wasn't a town that was incredibly interested in good literature.

It took her less than half an hour to look through every book in the building. Even so, by the time she left the sun had set and the sky was beginning to darken. She set off quickly back towards number 12, taking a short cut through a dark alley. Her footsteps echoed eerily against the walls. She kept her face forward, watching where she stepped. Suddenly, she stopped walking and looked in horror at what lay on the ground in front of her.

It was a person! He was small with strangely long blond hair that was worn in a short braid and was starting to come undone. His black clothing was ripped and torn and soaked with his blood. He lay sprawled on the cold stone ground, unconscious. Before a single thought passed through her mind, the boy was up in Hermione's arms. She ran as fast as she could, arms straining, skidding on the slippery ground. She didn't wonder who he was or where he came from; all she knew was that he needed help. She didn't stop until she got to number 12 Grimmauld place where the others were waiting for her. When they saw what she was carrying, their eyes widened and Ginny opened her mouth to ask a question, but Hermione spoke first.

"Someone help! Please!"

Edward woke up in a bed, in a house, in a place where he had never been before. His head felt lighter, like some weight that had been holding it down had suddenly been lifted. "What am I doing here?" He wondered out loud. One word popped into his head: Price. He didn't know what it meant.

Ed sat up further in his bed and looked around the room. It was gray and made of stone. There wasn't much in it at all, just the bed he was in and a painting of a rather severe looking woman on the wall. The eyes in the painting seemed to move. Ed shuddered and looked away.

There were no windows in this room, but he located the door easily. He stood up and flinched. His injuries hadn't even started healing yet. he couldn't even remember how he had gotten them.

Ed walked over to the door and shook the handle. It wasn't locked. He stepped out into a short, dark hallway that ended in a flight of stairs. Ed stepped carefully down the stairs, knowing that something disastorous could happen at any moment and he wouldn't be prepared.

At the bottom of the stairs was another hallway. The difference about this one, though, was that it wasn't empty.

"Oh!" Exclaimed the large red-headed woman that was standing with Ed in the hallway. "You're awake! I'm so glad you're able to walk, but you really shouldn't be up yet. Afetr all, you're hurt very badly...Well, come downstairs and have something to eat, dinner's almost ready!" Mrs. Weasley grabbed Ed by the arm and dragged him down the stairs to the kitchen where the twins were helping set the table. Ed was furious with himself for getting found so easily by this woman while he ws trying to figure out where he was.

The table was set and the occupants of the house were seating themselves around it. "Looks like that kid you found is awake, Hermione!" Said a red-headed girl who was a little taller than Ed.

"Oh!" Said a bushy-haired girl. "I'm so glad you're awake! I was worried that you were..." Her voice trailed off.

"Well, I'm not dead, so there's no need to worry about that." Ed replied. "So, who are you people and what am I doing here?"

A ragged-looking man with black hair barked out a laugh that sounded kind of like a dog's. "You certainly like to get right to the point. Hermione here found you half dead on the street." The man pointed at the bushy-haired girl. "She brought you back here. Figure we could try fixing you up a bit after dinner. Might want to keep a little blood IN your body, not all over the street, don't you think?" He took his place at the table in between Ed and a boy with glasses and a scar on his forehead.

"My name's Sirius Black, by the way. And you are?" Said the man.

"I'm Edward Elric." He replied.

"Enough talk!" Said the woman that had brought Ed down to the kitchen earlier. "Let's eat!"

Over the course of dinner, Edward met everyone in the Black household. He mat Harry, Hermione, Tonks, Sirius, Lupin, all six Weasleys, even the creepy house elf, Kreacher. The food was delicious and he felt a million times better after eating it. Afetr the meal was finished and the dishes were cleared away, they got to work on figuring out how badly Ed was hurt.

Most of his cuts were cleaned out and bandaged and they gave him a strange medicine to stop him from bleeding more. (It was really a potion, but Ed doesn't need to know that.)

It was when he completely took off his jacket, instead of just slipping his left arm out to be looked at, that there was any surprise. A stunned silence filled the room.

"Ed..."Said Hermione worriedly. "What happened to...Where....Where is your arm?"

Out of all the people in the room, it was Ed who was most surprised. 'What happened to my arm? Why is it metal? Wouldn't I remember if I lost an arm?' He thought hard, trying to remember what had happened to him. The memory was there, he was sure of it. But it seemed like it was covered by fog, and he couldn't see it.

He stood up abruptly and left the room, walking as fast as he could without running up the stairs and into the room where he had first woken up in. He sat down on the bed and tried as hard as he could to remember something, anything, but he realized with horror that there were many memories like the one he had experienced downstairs; still there, but clouded over, unable to be seen.

He remembered what he had learned in school as well as what he had been taught by his alchemy teacher. But about this teacher, he remembered nothing. He knew there was someone he worked for that he hated, but he couldn't remember their name or anything about them. He remembered a feeling of horror as something he needed was taken away from him, but counldn't recall what it was. Most importantly, he remembered that there was someone he cared about more than anything else and would give anything for. But that was all he knew.

He didn't remember Alphonse.