Here is the first chapter of a new story. I really need to be finishing up my other stories first. I have a really bad habit of starting a story and not finishing it. I pray I can finish this one. It probably won't be very long. A chapter or two or three.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist. They belong to their respective Authors. This story is with the 2003 anime cast for Fullmetal Alchemist however, Ling and Mei will be in the story. Enjoy.

A/N: Sorry about the grammatical errors from the first chapter. Here is the actual chapter. The first one was a rough draft that I accidently posted. Special thanks to Susan M. M for pointed out the mistakes and helping me realize that I posted the wrong thing.

Twenty-five year old Harry Potter's day was pretty normal for the young wizard. He was doing most of the house chores because Ginny was at work, like normal, hiding from his crazy in-laws( AKA the Weasley's, Ok maybe they weren't crazy but they were fun to avoid), like normal, and almost having to run to get Ron out of trouble again, again like normal. The only non-normal thing that happened in Harry Potter's day was the random short blond walking down Godrick's Hollow. The boy looked no older than 11 from where Harry had been standing at the flower bed of his and his wife, Ginny's, first house.

His hair was falling out of the long braid that flowed down his back. His outfit was one Harry had seen once in a hospital. It was a long white gown that tied in the back. Thankfully, the boy was wearing loose white pants. The outfit looked like it contained no warmth what so ever. Judging by the way the boy was shivering, Harry assumed it wasn't. What really got Harry's attention was his right arm and left leg. They were both made out of a metal of some sort and looked to be attached to his shoulder and right above the knee cap of his leg. Another thing that Harry noticed was the fact that the boy would turn to his right as if talking to someone.

One minute the strange blond would be mumbling to himself then the next he would be shouting at someone who wasn't there. From what Harry could hear, it was something about being short and how a "curtain Colonel needed to mind his own business". Where that came from, Harry wasn't sure. Knowing he shouldn't and against his better judgment, Harry put the small handheld shovel he was using for the garden down and headed over to the petite blond. As he got closer, Harry could hear more of the conversation that the blond was having with the air next to him.

"No, Al. We are not stopping for directions. We are not lost, just heading in the wrong direction."

Here the blond paused as if listening to an answer from someone who wasn't there.

"Alphonse, we are not going to call the Colonel. That idiot can go to hell for all I care. He makes me so pissed off that I could run up a wall. WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT YOU COULDN'T SEE HIM FROM THE TOP OF A DAISY!"

Harry couldn't help but laugh to himself as he heard the last part. Sadly for Harry, the blond heard him laughing and turned towards him. Now that Harry could see the blond clearly, he noticed that his hair was more unruly than his own. It was as if he had been sleeping outside for a long time. His hair had twigs, leaves, and other objects from the ground sticking out of his hair. His eye were what Harry found most intriguing. They were a bright gold color but they seemed slightly crazed to Harry. He could tell that this boy wasn't all there and wasn't using a Bluetooth as if he were talking to someone. This boy probably believed that there was someone next to him as he talked. Harry wondered what the boy had gone through to make him believe that someone was next to him.

"Can I help you?" asked the boy as he turned fully towards Harry, crossing his arms over his chest in a manner that screams arrogances.

"That should be my line. You seem lost."

"We're fine. We are just trying to find a train station to get a train back to Resembool. Thanks for the offer."

"We? If you're looking for the train station, you're going the wrong way. It's in the opposite direction, about 20 miles. You won't be able to walk there in the winter dressed like that." Harry spoke as he motioned towards the blonde's clothes.

The short boy's eye started twitching when Harry emphasized the "we" part of the sentence. He couldn't understand why people were ignoring Al as if he wasn't there. Ed could see Al clearly, looking just as confused as Ed when the black haired stranger didn't mention Al.

"Yes, We. My brother and I are trying to get home. If you can't help us that is fine, however, don't act like he's not there." Spat Ed as he turned away from Harry.

Dumbfounded, Harry watched the short blond stalk off in the direction that he came from. Feeling bad for making him mad, Harry jogged to catch up to the blond. He paid close attention to which way the blond was looking while talking to this Al person. He didn't want him getting angry for walking into 'Al'.

"I didn't mean it like that. Al was hidden behind you and I couldn't see him. You shouldn't be out here in the cold anyways. Why don't you and Al come to my house and change clothes? I could take you to the train station after you get warm, eat something, and get some rest. How does that sound?"

For a long moment, Harry or the small blond didn't speak. The blond seemed to be debating whether or not he should go with the stranger. First, the stranger ignored Al, then he invites them to his house. Turning to Al, Ed asked him if he wanted to go. Unsurprisingly, Al said yes.

"If it's not too much trouble, we could come to your house for a little while. But only for a little while. After that, we are heading home. And don't you even think about calling that bastard, Al. He's the one who got us into this mess in the first place."

Nodding, Harry motioned for the blond, and his invisible friend, to follow him. Realizing something, Harry turned around and extended his hand towards the short blond.

"I'm Harry by the way. Harry Potter. You'll get to meet my wife, Ginny, when she comes home from work later if you are still at the house."

The blond took a few seconds to stare at the offered hand, almost as if it would bit him. After a minute or so, he must have decided it wouldn't because he took the offered hand and introduced himself.

"I'm Edward Elric. This" here he pointed over his left shoulder to the empty space next to him, "is Alphonse Elric. He's my little brother. Thanks for letting us come to your house. However, like I told Al, we are only staying for a little while. Once we are done, and after we have repaid you, we will leave."

Nodding but keeping quiet, Harry briefly peered over Edward's shoulder to see if there was someone using an invisibility cloak. There was no shimmering of the air or any indication of someone under a cloak or magical item. Motioning for the brothers to follow him, Harry turned and walked towards his house. He wondered what this meeting would lead to. Nothing happened in his life without there being a reason or consequences. Judging by the soft whispers coming from Ed, Harry wondered, again, what had led to this young boy believing that his brother was standing next to him when there was no one there at all. This caused many questions to fly around Harry's head as he opened the door to his house and motioned for the 'boy's' to go in first. One main question popped into his head.

'Who was this Colonel and what did he do to this boy?'

There that is the first chapter of Hollow Truth. Please read and review and tell me what you think. This is one story that I plan on finishing but the update days are unknown because of school. I'm a college student and am majoring in Education. This causes me to have a lot of homework. Until next time.