The Bluebirds outside were singing their greetings to the morning waking up Alphonse Elric. Al yawned and stretched. Leaning over to his brother's bed he shook his Elder brother gently.

"Ed... Ed wake up... I have to make sure you wake up so I can get your food ready."

In response the golden haired boy opened his eyes revealing a dull empty look.

Al grimaced ever so slightly before regaining his composure.

After all... It had been like this for a year. He had to quit getting his hopes up every morning.

Ed wasn't going to magically wake up from the state he was in.

Winry and Pinako had already suggested that he... should put Ed 'out of his misery'

Al scowled at the memory. It was horrible that they even think about something like that.

Ed wasn't in any misery. He'd wake up eventually, he knew it. Somewhere in that empty shell was his brother. He was just... sleeping.

Al nodded to himself as he got up, heading down the stairs for the food preparation he had promised.

'That's right. He's just sleeping is all. Heck... Maybe his soul just got separated like m-'

Alphonse suddenly stopped mid step 'Just like me...M-maybe his soul is on the other side of the gate?!'

Al's eyes grew as the thought grew, swirling around his head. 'So... maybe there was a way to retrieve it!'

Al ran right back up the stairs while momentarily forgetting about the food. He was far too busy being excited by the thought that there was something that he could do to help his older brother.

For Ed, Al was willing to give anything. Ed had sacrificed so much for him and now it was Al's turn to do the same.

Al smiled happily, his eyes glowing, at the boy that was laying on the bed. There was something filling him up to the brim. He hadn't felt it in awhile, hope.

"Just wait for me brother! I'll get your soul back from the Gate no matter what!"

And Al could have sworn that for a second just for a fleeting second, He saw his brother smile at him.


Harry Potter was not a very happy student. In fact as of right now he was a very angry one.

The one to blame for his anger was the new teacher from the Ministry.

The teacher was rather toad-like and had an obsession with kittens.

It was rather disturbing quite honestly.

Her name is Professor Umbrige.

Harry might not hate her as much if it wasn't for the fact that she had an extraordinarily annoying habit of coughing in an obviously fake and rude manner whenever she wanted to get a word in about something. Which.. was a lot.

Although more often than not it was just insulting the other Teacher that she was interrupting.

She was an evil little witch as well as an agitating one; And Harry had scars on his hand from her detentions to prove it.

His friends Ron and Hermione helped with the scars and pain afterwords but otherwise couldn't do much.

The main reason was because the little...Toad had back up in the Ministry.

Many students resented her deeply and would love to do many nasty things to her but were forced to restrain themselves.

Harry was currently mumbling about his annoyance with the subject while wandering the halls under his invisibility cloak.

Suddenly he heard a soft moaning sound.

Harry did a complete one eighty to see if he had been caught.

However, He was surprised to see nothing. Harry walked in the direction that the sound had come from.

His curiosity reached its peak when he realized that the sound had come from the library.

He entered the room quietly and smiled in spite of himself due to being reminded of past years.

He walked cautiously around the rows of books.

"...Who's there...?" A voice suddenly asked.

Harry jumped about a foot in the air thinking that the infamous librarian had found him instead of him finding the noise source.

But, when Harry turned he was rewarded with a ghost instead of the suspected Teacher.

Harry stared at the boy with confusion.

The ghost boy was looking around with a confused expression. Which didn't really surprise Harry, he'd be confused as well in his position.

However, Harry was bothered because he had never heard of a golden haired ghost boy here at Hogwarts.

Harry decided to be a bit reckless and slid the cloak off causing the ghosts eyes to widen and if possible turn even paler.

"How'd you do that?"The boy asked in a hushed tone.

'Is he a muggle..?' The question crossed Harry's mind idly but he shook it off.

There's no way that a muggle would be here.

Harry answered with a question of his own.

"Who are you?"

The ghost boy smirked "If you answer me I'll answer you.

Harry sighed at the boy.

"I'll tell you in a minute alright? Just... Come with me. I don't want to get caught in here. I'll get in trouble with the librarian."

The boy nodded and trailed after Harry to the best of his ability.

'Which' Harry noted 'was pretty well done if he is- was a muggle.'

Harry thought, reminding himself that the boy was dead.

Or at least He should be. Since his ghost was wandering about and all.

After a few minutes Harry reached his desired destination, the common rooms.

It was deserted this late at night and no one would come down and interrupt the twosome here for awhile.

"Now... we can talk." Harry said smiling breathlessly.

The ghost nodded his head suddenly looking very solemn and awaited his answer.

Having gotten only silence Harry sighed knowing the boy was waiting on him.

"I was using an Invisibility Cloak to hide myself from the teachers. I felt like taking a midnight walk."

The boy bent his head to the side in a confused silence.

"Invisibility Cloak..?"

Harry sighed again.

'This...is going to be a handful...' He noted in his head.

"What would you say if I said Magic was real?"

The boy shrugged and Harry noted that the smirk was back.

"It depends...What would you say if I said Alchemy was real?"

Harry raised an eyebrow at the question.

"Alchemy..? But...that art has been long gone."

The boy shrugged.

"Well...where I come from... It a very much alive art while magic is something in fairy tales and bed time stories. It cannot be proven in science, so...to me...It doesn't exist."

The boy shrugged at the expression on Harry's face.

"It may sound narrow minded but that's just the way I grew up learning."

Harry ran a hand through his hair exasperated.

This boy was odd. He didn't even seem to recognize who he was talking to.

Now don't get Harry wrong, this was like a breath of fresh air, not having to answer twenty questions about Voldemort for once but he wasn't used to people not knowing.

"Anyway...I'm Harry Potter. Now will you tell me your name? I don't want to have to call you The Ghost all the time."

The Golden boy had the smirk that Harry was starting to think a normal thing for him.

"Of course. I'm Edward Elric."