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Chapter 1—the Offer

Alphonse Elric looked down at the letter in his hands. A few days prior, an owl had flown into the room at the inn he was staying at, nearly giving Jerso and Zampano heart attacks in the process. It was addressed from a man named Dumbledore. What was even weirder was that it was an offer to teach alchemy at a magic school. Alphonse wasn't sure if the letter was a hoax or not. There was no way magic could be real, obviously, but on the other hand, it seemed incredibly thought out to be a hoax. This Dumbledore guy described in great detail about the school of which he was headmaster, Hogwarts. It was a school to teach magic, divided into four houses in order to divide up the seven years' worth of students. There was even magical sports too. That was fine and all, but what he didn't get was why they would want to teach a non-magical science at school for magic. That didn't make any sense, and that was if magic turned out to be real after all. Jerso and Zampano had just laughed at the whole idea. Well, they were probably right.

So there he was, walking down the street to the nearest Xingese café. After having spent two years in the country, he had started to make friends, and people had gotten used to seeing the tall blond-haired golden-eyed man around the city. He and May had gotten pretty close as well, which was nice, though he hadn't seen his own brother in a while. He did get to see Lin occasionally, though it was pretty hard to talk to him now that he was going to be the next emperor. His research wasn't going so well either. He didn't understand alkahestry, mostly just the "dragons pulse" part of it. Once he got that down though, it couldn't be two hard, as the rest wasn't too far off from alchemy.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't see the uneven ground, and his cane slipped out of his grasp and he started to fall. Luckily for him, Jerso and Zampano were with him, and Jerso managed to catch him before he fell.

"Hey, be careful there Alphonse," he said, "It doesn't hurt to pay attention."

"Sorry Jerso," Alphonse apologized. "I guess I was just lost in my thoughts."

Jerso sighed. "I figured that out myself by the way you were looking up at the clouds," he laughed."

Alphonse rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

Zampano handed him back his cane. "Jerso can be right occasionally you know. Be careful or you'll hurt yourself. You need to keep that cane intact or you could find yourself in a bad situation. And anyway, my animal instincts are telling me that there's something fishy about what this so called Dumbledore is trying to do here. Magic isn't even real."

Alphonse frowned. "I don't believe magic exists either," he said, "but if you think about it, alchemy is highly improbable too. I mean, we draw alchemical energy from the movement of tectonic plates. That's all we know. Nobody knows how that is possible, just that it is. It's also a possibility, however unlikely, that magic exists."

Jerso laughed. "Yeah, we'll see about that I suppose."

Zampano frowned. "You never know Jerso, it could exist," he contemplated, "it's not like we know anything about this kind of stuff. We're just a couple of chimaera who are more brawns then brains."

"Hey," Jerso yelled angrily, "Are you calling me stupid you damn boar?"

Zampano raised his fist at Jerso and yelled, "No I'm not, frog, all I'm saying is that Alphonse is the expert on this kind of stuff, not us!"

The two chimaera glared at each other, and seemed about to get into a fist fight.

Alphonse sweat dropped. "Hey c'mon guys," he reasoned, "we're not here to fight. And we're here anyway." They just ignored them. He sighed and whacked them both on the head with his cane. "Listen guys," he growled, "we're here to check out what is going on with that letter I got, ok? If we start fighting now we'll never figure it out!" He hated to admit it, but he was pretty good at breaking up fights since he had traveled around with his brother for a long time.

Jerso and Zampano both rubbed the back of their heads in embarrassment. "Sorry Al," they said in unison, "I guess we just got a bit carried away." They had welts on their heads.

They entered the café, and sat at a table. "So…" began Zampano, "Do you have any idea what this guy looks like?"

Alphonse didn't look up from his menu. "No idea," he admitted.

"Well," said Jerso, "I myself was hoping to tell who he was by his name. You know, he walks in and he looks the way his name sounds."

"Dumbledore," Zampano sounded out, "well, by that name he would be easy to spot."

"It would be nice if it was that easy," Alphonse said, "but unfortunately it usually isn't. Hmm… Dumbledore. That is a strange name." He found what he was looking for on the menu.

A waiter came up to them and asked them, "What can we get for you guys?" in Xingese. Xingese wasn't actually too far off from Amestrian, the grammar and pronunciation of words were very close, but the writing system was anything but. He put in his order, as did Jerso and Zampano.

Half an hour later, they were finishing their meal, and Dumbledore was late. "He's late," Jerso said.

"Maybe he got lost," Alphonse guessed. "This is a pretty big city after all."

Just as he said that, a strange man walked in. He was old with his long gray hair and beard both pulled into pony tails. Even weirder than that was the fact that he was wearing long gray robes. He stepped in and seemed to be looking for something or someone.

"I bet you five dollars that's Dumbledore," Zampano whispered to Jerso.

"You're on," Jerso replied.

The man noticed them sitting at their table, waved at them, and walked over. "Hello, Mr. Elric, My name is Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," he said merrily.

Jerso handed Zampano five dollars.

"So…" began Alphonse. "You want me to teach at a magic school?"

"Precisely," beamed Dumbledore. "I want you to teach alchemy at my school."

"But…" Alphonse questioned "Alchemy isn't even magic."

"You are correct about that," Dumbledore nodded. "But, the Ministry of Magic changed the requirements for magic schools, and we have to have to add another muggle based class into the curriculum."

"What's a muggle?" Alphonse asked.

"A muggle," said Dumbledore, "is someone who cannot perform magic and was not born with magic parents."

"Okay," said Alphonse, "before we get into details here, I have one more question: Is magic even real?"

Dumbledore laughed. "Yes, I was wondering when you were going to ask that. Yes, Mr. Elric, it is real. Let me demonstrate." He pulled out a stick from his robes, pointed it at the ceiling, and some vines shot out of the tip of it and latched onto the ceiling. With a shake of the stick, the vines disappeared. Jerso and Zampano were staring at Dumbledore with their mouths hanging wide open.

"But, How!" exclaimed Alphonse. "Where is the equivalency in that?"

"Actually," Dumbledore frowned, "there isn't really any. Not that we are aware of anyway. Magic has no known source of power. That being said, the more one practices magic the stronger the spells they use are, similar to alchemy I'd imagine."

"Yeah," Alphonse frowned, "it is. But how do you not know about a power source for magic, I mean, alchemy and even alkahestry have their power sources known."

"Magic," explained Dumbledore "has so many intricacies that all we know about is that it runs in blood, along with a few other small things."

That didn't help Alphonse at all. "Could you demonstrate another spell?" he asked.

"Certainly," said Dumbledore. "Now when I do this I want you to watch my wand closely and tell me everything you can about what happened."

Alphonse nodded and Dumbledore pulled out his stick- wand, Alphonse supposed it was called – and pointed it at Zampano's half empty glass of water, gave it a little twirl, and the water rose out of the glass and followed where his wand was pointing. He gave his wand another little twirl and the water returned back to the glass. "Now give me an explanation," he said with a curious look in his eyes.

Alphonse thought for a second before giving his answer. "Well as I see it, there a couple of possible answers. One is that your wand is condensing the air around the water as well as simultaneously manipulating the air pressure in order to make it move. The other is that your wand is somehow bonding with the water molecules and manipulating them that way."

Dumbledore smiled. "The second answer isn't actually that far off. I heard correctly, you are a genius."

Alphonse blinked. "Wait, you were asking about me?"

Dumbledore nodded. "Actually," he said, "I was looking for an old acquaintance of mine, Van Hoenheim. But unfortunately I heard that he passed away about four years ago. Luckily I heard that he had children, which led me to you and your brother Edward. Again, not much luck in that category, as when I was asking about him, I heard that he had lost the ability to use alchemy, unfortunately. Then I set out for you. I had heard you were staying in Xing, so I sent that owl out beforehand. It found you and now we're here. Oh, and I am very sorry to hear about your father."

"Oh," said Alphonse, not quite expecting that. "I'm sorry too. I never knew dad that well, but…"

"It's alright," Dumbledore assured him. "You don't have to continue. But, if you don't mind, I would like to hear a little bit about you. It would be reassuring to me and the rest of the staff if we knew a little bit about the new teacher. Of course, teachers are required to fill out an information sheet, so you don't have to tell anything you don't want to."

"Well, I guess a little information wouldn't hurt," Alphonse said, more to himself than to Dumbledore. "We grew up in the Southeast of Amestris, in a small town called Resembool. Not much ever happened there, and I spent most of my time with brother and Winry. Our father left us when we were little. We were there when it happened, but only because I woke brother up because I had to go to the bathroom. A couple years later our mother died due to sickness, and we stayed with Granny Pinako and Winry. We found an alchemy teacher, and she taught us for a while. It was terrifying, but we learned a lot. When we returned home, we made a mistake. I won't tell you what happened. Brother had to support us afterwards by getting a job in the military, becoming one of the youngest state alchemists ever. We traveled around a lot, and got into a lot of trouble, but we eventually managed to fix ourselves, though brother did give away his ability to use alchemy to do it. After two years, we decided to travel for research. Brother went West and I went East. We've been doing this for two years now, and haven't had much success. But, trying to establish a new principal for alchemy isn't going to be easy."

"You haven't had an easy life, have you, Mr. Elric?" asked Dumbledore. "But then again, it never is for even the best of people. And I was wondering, who are your two friends here?" He pointed to Jerso and Zampano who had been sitting quietly throughout the conversation.

Alphonse pointed to Jerso and then Zampano, "These are Jerso and Zampano," he said. "They're chimaera that are traveling with me to get their original bodies back."

"And what are chimaera, may I ask?" inquired Dumbledore.

"We're, military experiments," Jerso spat.

"Our original human bodies were forcibly bonded with those of animals," explained Zampano.

"Is that practice not illegal?!" exclaimed Dumbledore.

"Well," Alphonse muttered, "that's a part of the story I'm leaving out."

"Okay," Dumbledore sat back, unsatisfied. "On another note, will you accept my offer to teach, Mr. Elric?

Alphonse sat back in his chair. "I think I will, Mr. Dumbledore. And by the way, just call me Al."

Dumbledore smiled, a twinkle in his eyes. "Will do, Al." He pulled a letter out of his robes. "This contains all the information about what to do to get registered to teach, as well as how to get to the school itself. We've had to make special accommodations for having a muggle teacher at the school, but everything should work out fine. There was some trouble with the higher ups in the Ministry, as some of them are terribly racist against muggles, but we got through it. Now I expect to see you at the beginning of the year, Professor Elric. Oh, and you can just call me Albus.

Alphonse smiled. "I'll be there, don't worry, Albus."

Dumbledore nodded. "Good. Well then, I'll be taking my leave. I'm afraid that one of the precautions of having you here as a teacher requires that we hire some guards for you. There are dark wizards out there who will stop at nothing to kill muggles like yourself. I know you must be a very capable person, Alphonse, and that your friends here would like to help as much as possible, but we need someone who can rival the magic even that of a wizard. I think that the shinobi if the Elemental Nations would be the best choice."

Alphonse swallowed. "Of course, Albus, I understand. There are evil people who are willing to kill other people just because they can or because they want to prove their power. But is it necessary for guards beyond Jerso and Zampano?"

Dumbledore nodded gravely. "I'm afraid so. A certain dark wizard named Voldemort was defeated eleven years ago. Nearly everybody is afraid of even saying his name. They believe he died all those years ago, but some, such as myself, believe that he survived and is still out there."

"Okay, but how does that mean that we have to get more guards?" Alphonse asked.

"I do believe that Jerso and Zampano would be adequate guards under normal circumstances, as Hogwarts is one of the safest places to be," said Dumbledore, "however Voldemort had a cult, of sorts, known as Death Eaters. These Death Eaters, the most faithful ones anyway, would stop at nothing to kill a muggle who was at a magical place. Now it would be near impossible to sneak into Hogwarts, but one can never be too cautious."

"Okay," Alphonse sighed, "I understand."

"Alphonse!" exclaimed Jerso, "You can't be serious about still serious. It's way too damn dangerous! Think about your research, think about your brother. Hell, my animal instincts are telling me to keep the hell away from this."

"C'mon, kid," Zampano growled. "You need to stay the hell away from this. I don't need any damn animal instincts to tell me the risks are way too high."

"That's why we're going to have more guards isn't it?" Alphonse asked them. "Hogwarts is a school, it should be safe. Besides, I think that going there will increase our odds of finding research that will increase our odds of getting your two original bodies back safely."

Jerso and Zampano glared at him. "Fine," they both muttered under their breath.

"But don't come running to us when things go wrong," they snapped.

Dumbledore was watching the conversation with mild interest. "I assure the both of you that Alphonse will be safe at the school. No harm shall befall anyone whilst they are inside Hogwarts walls."

Jerso and Zampano seemed unconvinced, but they let up. "All right, fine," they sighed.

"Now Al, I will leave. I hope you tell your friends and family where you are going, as I am quite sure that they would appreciate the information. Just follow the instructions on the note and everything will be in order," Dumbledore informed. "Now I believe that the only country to have contact with the Elemental Nations is Japan," he muttered to himself as he walked out the door.

"You're in Idiot Al," Jerso told him. "You've lived through a lot of dangerous stuff before, yes, but still this sounds like a bad idea."

"Who knows what magic is capable of," Zampano added.

"C'mon guys," Alphonse pleaded, "It's only a school, and students shouldn't be capable of extremely powerful magic."

"It's not the students we're worried about," said Zampano. "Dumbledore said you needed guards for dark wizards' tha-"

"Besides," Jerso interrupted, "I hope we don't have to remind you what you and your brother did while you were both students."

"I know what we did," said Alphonse. "If they have any sense of humanity at all at that school, they'll stay far away from any sort of subject like that. I'm going to go because I believe that this is an opportunity that we cannot pass up. Anyway, we only have a week before I have to go register for teaching. I have to make some calls before I go. I wish Dumbledore had given me more time," he finished sadly."

"Yeah, you should do that you that while you still can," said Jerso melancholy.

"Yep," Zampano added. "Everyone we were close too thinks we're dead. I won't let the same thing happen to you."

On that note, they paid for their meal and left for the inn they were staying at. It was a very nice place, complements of Lin. It was right in the middle of the city, close to the library, which was nice for Alphonse, since he didn't have to walk very far. They walked into the building, and the old door man gave them a greeting. He was very fond of Alphonse since he'd helped the old guy fix things with his alchemy. They went to the room that they had on the first floor, a large four room with four beds, only to find Lin sitting on one of the chairs, eating a sandwich.

"Hiyaa Al," the Prince exclaimed in his overly cheerful voice.

"Lin," exclaimed Alphonse. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, nothing really," Lin said in a bored voice. "It was kinda boring being with my guards all the time, so I decided to sneak off to have a conversation with an old minion, I mean friend. You weren't here so I decided to eat a sandwich or five to pass the time."

"What?!" exclaimed Jerso and Zampano simultaneously. "You ate five whole sandwiches?"

Alphonse just sweat dropped. "So, you escaped your guards again? And you went to the same hiding place again?"

As if right on cue, a voice said "I was worried you were kidnapped, Master Lin."

"Oh, Lan Fan," said Lin, "you've always had such excellent timing."

"Master Lin," Lan Fan scolded, "you can't just abandon your guards like that. You have duties to do."

"But, they're so boring," Lin whined.

Lan Fan slapped his head. "Yes that's true," she said. "But you're going to be the next emperor, so you need to be able to handle the responsibility."

"Okay, okay," Lin reasoned. "But can we late till later for that? I have a feeling Alphonse was going to say something."

Lan Fan blinked, just noticing him and the two chimaera next to him. "Hello, Mister Alphonse," she said "I didn't notice you and your friends there."

"It's fine, really," Alphonse said. "It's just that this situation usually seems to be getting out of hand by now."

"Yes it does," said Lan Fan, glaring at Lin, "but hopefully somebody has learned his lesson this time."

"What were you going to say Al?" Lin said meekly.

"I got a job as a teacher," Alphonse said.

"Interesting, go on," said Lin.

"Well," Alphonse said, "It's sort of in another country."

"Huh?!" Lin exclaimed. "Are you okay Al? Why would you go teach at some random faraway place?"

Before he could say anything, Jerso said, "Well, that's what we were wondering too. And the school's in some place called England or something like that."

"That's pretty far up North, if I remember correctly," said Lin. "Actually it was Greed who knew, I just have some of that random knowledge still in my head," he admitted.

"Are you sure you'll be alright," Lan Fan asked.

"About that," Zampano said, "my animal instincts are telling me not to go, but that might be because normally animals that aren't birds stay in a relatively the same place for most of their lives, and wouldn't go into unfamiliar territory."

"Well I suppose you have some calls to make," said Lin. "We'll leave you to that."

After they closed the door behind them Lan Fan turned to Lin and asked, "You could tell they weren't telling us about something right?"

Lin nodded. "Of course I could," he said. "But it must have been pretty important if they weren't telling. I'm not going to pressure, but I do hope Al is okay. It must have been pretty important if they weren't telling. However, lying about something can end up hurting more people than you want it too."

…

"I think we should have told them about the truth of that school," Jerso said as their two guests left."

"They could tell I was lying for sure," Zampano put in.

"I wanted to tell them everything too," said Alphonse. "But U got the feeling that magic is something that the general people aren't supposed to know about."

"They're not normal people," Jerso said. "Lin is a prince, very close to becoming the emperor too, I might add, and he was a homunculus for a while. Who knows what Greed could've known about magic?"

"I do agree," Alphonse sighed. "But I don't want them to get hurt. You heard what Dumbledore said about dark wizards. I wouldn't hesitate for a second to believe that there are people who would kill them simply for knowing too much. That's what happened to Hughes, and I don't want it to happen to anybody else."

"You have a very fair point," Zampano admitted. "I guess we'll leave you to make your calls." The two chimaera walked into another room.

Alphonse stared at the phone. This was going to be tough. He picked up the phone and dialed the first number written down on the piece of paper next to it. The phone rang for several seconds before the person on the other side picked it up and answered with a slightly muffled "Hey Al."

Alphonse took a deep breath before speaking. "Hey Ed, I just thought that I should tell you that I got a job as a teacher."

"Hey that's pretty good," Edward sounded surprised. "I'm proud of you Al."

Alphonse's heart smiled at that. "Well, the thing is," he stuttered, "It's in a very far away country, and I won't be able to see you for a while."

"Well," said Edward, "I'll guess I'll just have to come and visit you there when I can."

"You can't," Alphonse replied.

"Well, it's because, umm," Alphonse didn't want to admit, "it's not safe. There are some people who don't want me there, and will probably try to kill me… so… But, they're going to bring in guards for me so it'll be safer."

"Al," said Edward. "You're my brother, and as long as I'm around nobody will hurt you, you hear me? I won't let them okay? We've been through a lot, and we've both nearly died, so you'll be fine. However bad this place is, you've been through worse. You will have to tell me where this place is though, so I can come visit you when I have the chance."

"Will do," Alphonse smiled. "I should also tell you that'll be a good place to research for our theory."

"Really?" Edward asked, intrigued. "Is it some kind of alchemy school?"

"No," Alphonse hesitated, "but I am going to teach alchemy there. It apparently has such a wide range of subjects there that I thought I could find some information there."

"That sounds like a great opportunity. Just don't be as scary as Teacher was to us as you'll be to your students," Edward urged.

"I won't be, don't worry," Alphonse assured him.

"Call me later, okay Al?" Edward asked him. "I want to know how it is there."

"Sure thing brother," Al said.

There was a tone as his brother hung up. That didn't go as bad as he had thought it would. But he still had two more calls to make. He dialed the second number, and it barely rung for a second before it was answered with an "Alphonse!"

"Hi May," he said, "It's been a while.

"Yeah it has," May said. "Is something the matter?"

"It's just that I got a teaching job, in another country," Alphonse explained.

"Oh," was all May said. She sounded disappointed.

"I won't be able to see you for a while, but I will try to call as often as I can," he said.

"Won't I be able to come and visit?" asked May.

"Yes you could, but it's very far away, and…" he hesitated "it's not very safe."

The other end was silent.

"May?" Alphonse asked.

May burst into tears. "Why would you go someplace that you know is dangerous after all you've been through and had to do?" she exclaimed.

"I'll be okay," Alphonse tried to assure her. "Jerso and Zampano will be there, as well as some other guards."

"Why do you need guards?" May sniffled.

"There are people in the world who don't want me to teach there, and will try to get me out by any means necessary," Alphonse said. "But that doesn't matter. I'll be safe no matter what. For you, for brother, and for Winry. I'll be okay. Nothing will happen to me, I promise."

"You sound like your brother," said May. "I'm going to come visit you there Al. Shou Mei misses you too."

"May please," Alphonse tried to reason, "It won't be safe there. I know I won't be able to change your mind, so at please go along with Ed to stay safe."

"Fine," May said. "I'll see you later Al." She hung up.

Al had to sit for a minute to dry his tears. He didn't want anybody to get hurt, and yet, they still cared too much for him to care about their own safety. It made him happy but sad at the same time. It was hard to hold tears back after spending so long in a body that wasn't able to cry. He took a deep breath, and dialed the last number. It rang for a minute before a voice answered "Garfiel's automail, how may I be of service."

"Hi mister Garfiel," said Alphonse. "Is Winry their?"

"Sure thing Alphonse," said Garfiel. "She has a couple of visitors from the military, but I'll get her im just a second."

A couple of seconds later, Winry said "Hi Al, what's going on?"

"Oh, well," said Alphonse, "I got a job as a teacher."

"That's really good, what are you teaching?"

"I'm going to teach alchemy, but the thing is it's in a faraway country, and it isn't going to be very safe."

Winry sounded upset. "Well, you better stay safe Alphonse, I don't want to have to give another one of you Elric brothers automail."

"You won't have to, don't worry," Alphonse said. "I'll be as careful as possible. I'm not a loud mouth like Ed."

"That is true," Winry giggled. "But still stay safe. I worry about the two of you more than I should since you're both always travelling, trying to do your alchemy stuff."

"It could be ground breaking you know," said Alphonse. "And I'll be back home as soon as I can."

"You better," said Winry. "Oh, and Hawkeye and Mustang want to talk to you." There was a bit of a shuffling sound as the phone was passed around.

"So Al," said the voice of Roy Mustang, "you're going to a teacher huh, good luck with the paper work."

"It couldn't be that big of a deal if I get all done on time," said Alphonse.

Roy sighed. "Yeah, you're probably right about one thing there. Just good luck and stay safe and sane. Going to be a teacher won't be easy. I know I wouldn't be able to able to."

"I will, and thanks," said Alphonse. He heard some more shuffling as the phone was passed around again.

"You're going to be a teacher Al?" asked Riza Hawkeye.

"Yep," Alphonse confirmed. "It's faraway, nut I think that it'll be beneficial for our research."

"Good," Riza said. "Stay safe Al, and don't slack off as much as the General."

"So Mustang's a General now?" asked Al.

"Yes, though he has a long way to go before he becomes Fuhrer," said Riza. "Now stay safe Alphonse, when you get back you better be in one piece."

"Yes ma'am," said Alphonse. The phone was hung up on him again.

Al sat back in his chair and began to think. How would he get others to visit him at a magic school? That would have to wait till later. He pulled out the note Dumbledore had given him and examined it closely. The steps for registering as a teacher were long and confusing.

"Jerso, Zampano," he called out. "Let's get our stuff packed, we're headed to London."

A/N:

So I really hope you enjoyed this. I enjoyed writing it at least. So please review! I want to know what you guys think. Tell me what I can do better, but don't hate please. Fanfiction is for our enjoyment. Also review some more, it's much appreciated.