Hey all, this is my second fic to actually be posted and hopefully this one will actually get updated regularly. Its a crossover with the fist FMA anime and the Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone book. I got inspiration from a couple of fics on here, most notably the fairly new fic from AngelicAlchemist93 called The Boy with the Lightning Scar and Whispers in the Rain by Sora Livana. Still, I'm pretty sure this fic will end up being pretty original, so stay tuned.

Oh, and I don't own Harry Potter or FMA, or any characters from them. This is produced for non-comercial purposes and all that other stuff.

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Chapter I: To Make Angels Cry

"No! Alphonse! Al! Where are you?! You can't be gone too!" yelled 11-year-old Edward Elric. His golden eyes were frantic, searching over the floor upon which an enormous and intricate array of geometric patterns and runes, in the overall shape of a circle, was drawn. There was smoke everywhere. He clutched his head, which hurt so much he was rather surprised he had not passed out. He heard only the sounds of his pained breathing as he continued to scan the scene, intent on only one thing – finding where his younger brother had gotten. Then there was a rasp and it had not come from the small blonde boy with the headache from hell.

"E… Eh… Edward…" The boy turned his head towards the sound, a hopeful gleam shining through the panic in his eyes.

"Mom… Is that you? T-then it w-worked?!" but just as he said that, he spotted the blood and heard the gargled, raspy breathing and his eyes locked onto a mangled, fleshy something. Limbs stuck out at odd angles, muscles and organs hung from bones without skin to hold them in. It was definitely not his beautiful, dearest mother.

"Aahhh! No! NO!" cried the blond boy. "It can't be for nothing, Al can't be gone for… THAT!" Ed could not think straight, stricken with grief and furious with himself. And damn-it, his head felt like someone had cut a hole in his skull, stuck their hand in and was squeezing his brain. Hard. What could he do? He had to protect his little brother, that was his duty but he had just killed him to create some kind of monster. What had gone wrong with the transmutation? They had all the right materials for a body, the circle array was perfect – he had worked it out himself so it had to be. And they had had some of their own blood for the…

"That's it. We didn't h-have e-enough for the soul. But then, how do I get Al b-back?" He cast his gaze back on the circle and he got it, he knew what he had to do. He could not really explain how he knew or how he had thought of it. After all, he could barely stay conscious from the pain in his head but it had just appeared in his mind's eye – clear as one of those sunny days in Risembool when Mom had still been alive.

He removed his shirt shakily and pulled himself onto trembling legs. He bit the tip of his thumb, drawing blood. He painted some arrays on his chest, his forearms and his head. He stepped into the circle he had used only moments before to try to resurrect his dead mother and that had taken his little brother instead. He placed his hands to the array on his chest. Suddenly his mind was clear and his body no longer shook. He just knew this would work.

"Hey, whatever you are up there. Bring Al back! Take me, all of me – mind, body and soul – instead. Just, please, let Al be alive again!"

There was light. Blue and white tendrils of electricity and a swirl of wind filled the room. Ed saw white, then giant stone doors, then black and then his head hurt again, only it was even worse – there were images now, so many Ed could not sort them out. His vision was a kaleidoscope of scenes, of human actions, statements and knowledge. Then he hit something hard, like the ground and all was black.

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Lieutenant Colonel Roy Mustang ran a hand through his medium-cropped black hair, a habit of his when nervous or anxious. His onyx eyes took in the scene before him and, despite the hard-heartedness he had had to develop to stay sane while fighting in the Eastern Rebellion, his chest ached. He knew what that transmutation circle had to be. He saw the mangled whatever it was undulating and gargling in the corner in a pool of blood. And there, in the center of the circle was an unconscious kid, no older than 10, with short, dirty-blond hair.

"God and he's still breathing, and there aren't any marks or bruises and no blood on him... How? No way someone should have survived a human transmutation like this without a…"

The smoke in the basement workroom had cleared up a little while the officer had been thinking out loud, so that he was able to get a better look at the ground by the circle. There were two sets of small handprints and indentations made by four small shins pressed against the ground in front of the circle.

"So you weren't alone, huh kid? It took whoever helped you. Well nothing I can do now but get you some medical attention and, well, make sure the MPs don't come and haul you off to some state alchemy lab for questioning." Mustang pulled his other hand out of his pocket. He had a glove on, with an elaborate circle array stitched into it in scarlet thread. He snapped his fingers, orange electricity sparked from the gloved hand in the direction of the thing in the corner, which suddenly burst into flames. Mustang watched it smolder for several minutes until it was reduced into ash. He walked over to the kid in the circle and picked him up bridal style.

"Come-on kid, let's get you looked at," said Mustang as he headed up the stairs and out of the cellar. Reaching the surface outside, he heard the rain clearly again but was dry. His aid, 1st Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, had an umbrella open over the threshold in front of the cellar doors. She looked at the kid.

"So, what happened in there? Is that kid hurt?" she said, a slight note of concern slipping into her usually cold, emotionless voice. Roy breathed heavily.

"I don't think so but based on what I saw there's probably another kid, maybe this one's sibling, who's probably dead." Lt. Hawkeye's eyes widened slightly but only momentarily.

"Well, that house over there has a sign for automail supply and repair," said the blonde woman, who was using her free hand to point at a large yellow farmhouse on a hill. "Usually, automail mechanics have some basic medical training, so we can get the kid some attention over there."

"Good observation Lieutenant," said Roy matter-of-factly. "Let's get going."

The two set off towards the yellow house at a slow walk, so as not to jostle the kid in case he had wounds they could not see. Lt. Hawkeye glanced at Lt. Col. Mustang.

"Sir, you never said what went on in there…"

"I'm not sure of the details but in general terms this kid and another seem to have attempted human transmutation." A barely perceptible look of unease drifted onto Hawkeye's face.

"And it failed…"

"Of course it failed, no one has ever done it successfully and I doubt two kids would be the first. Actually, this kid and the other must have been some real geniuses to even get as far as they did. They actually got a, well a thing in there."

"Forgive me sir, but well, isn't human transmutation illegal?"

"It's very illegal, it's the ultimate taboo in alchemy. But if I'm right, I doubt this kid will need anymore punishment than he's gotten, if you get my drift," said the Lieutenant Colonel, a grave look on his face. The 1st Lieutenant nodded curtly, all business again.

"Yes sir, whatever happened in that cellar, there wasn't enough evidence to tell, is what you're saying."

"Precisely, Lieutenant Hawkeye." Said Mustang, a slight, sad smile creeping onto his face. As they trudged the rest of the way to the automail mechanics' house, Mustang noticed that the rain, while quite heavy, was not falling in sheets or an undefined spray; instead the drops were all quite distinct, a million little "plops" resounding in the night. If Mustang had been a religious man, instead of the alchemist and scientist he was, he supposed he might have thought the angels were crying over this boy's fate.

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So that's the first chapter, the next one will actually have some Harry Potter stuff in it. FYI, the fic will mostly follow Ed, Harry and Al but will probably have a couple of other character pov's in it from time-to-time. And in case you can't tell, I'm going to be deviating from the original anime canon a lot, so if you don't like that well, don't say I didn't warn you. I've got the plot fairly well thought out so updates should be reasonably frequent.