This will probably only be an oneshot. I keep saying that I don't plan on righting anymore HP crossovers, but ideas keep coming to me! Now the idea behind this one, a crossover between HP and FMA is that I've seen plenty of stories where Harry is Ed, but never have I seen one where he is Al. So, in my want to see one, I decided to write one. Enjoy and please review!

HP/FMA

Memories had been appearing in his dreams, or at least that is what they felt like. The only problem was that he didn't remember these memories. They featured mainly two young boys, maybe only a year or two apart.

Some of these memories were painful, some happy. But, so many were painful, sad, heartbreaking. So many times he would wake, tears on his face and a whimper on his lips. "Brother…"

'We'll bring her back, Al.'

'No... it isn't what I wanted... it's all my fault... I'm sorry... Give him back... He's my brother... My leg, my arms, my heart... I'll give you whatever you want... just give him back... HE'S MY BROTHER!'

'Please, help him! He's gonna bleed to death!'

'This pain's nothing...compared to what he's given up...'

'WHO ARE YOU CALLING A RUNT SO TINY HE COULDN'T BE SEEN WITH A MAGNIFYING GLASS, YOU JERK!'

'35 liters of water, 25 kilograms of carbon, 4 liters of ammonia, 1.5 kilograms of lime, 800 grams of phosphorous, 250 grams of salt, 100 grams of saltpeter, 80 grams of sulfur, 7.5 grams of fluorine, 5 grams of iron, 3 grams of silicon, and a little bit of 15 other elements…'

'I don't want to be in this suit anymore. I want to feel things again. It's strange. We've been right beside each other all this time. But I can't remember what your skin feels like, or how you smell.'

''Cause we're not gods. We're humans. Tiny, insignificant humans...who couldn't even save a little girl.'

'I can't remember parts of my past because they never happened! My memories and my soul are fake! Something you created! Isn't that what you wanted to say!?'

'No! Please don't hurt him! He's my little brother! Please don't take him away! I'm begging you!'

'BROTHER!!'

The 15 year old boy bolted awake, tears streaming down his cheeks. Slowly calming, he stood and made his way to the bathroom. He splashed water on his face. Drying off his face, he studied his image in the mirror. It had started changing ever since the dreams had started.

Black hair had lightened to a light auburn almost a golden tone, and grew at an astonishing rate. Now, he would usually pull it up into a high ponytail, though bangs escaped from the tie to frame his face. His eyes, too, had changed. They no longer were emerald green, but instead a golden brown. He no longer needed his glasses as well. The only thing that didn't change was his height, always short; he only stood at around 5'4.

Sighing, he made his way back to his room. He kneeled down on the floor and grabbed a piece of chalk. With the dreams, the memories, came knowledge, the knowledge of Alchemy. He had been surprised to learn that Alchemy was possible to perform. So, he had taken to writing down all he suddenly knew and studying it. He was looking forward to returning to Hogwarts so he could search the library for more information. Alchemy was fascinating.

As he drew an alchemic circle on the wooden floor with the chalk, he mulled over his dream. He figured that he remember almost everything now. He wasn't Harry Potter. In fact, Harry had died when he was hit by the Avada Kedavra curse. When the baby's soul was forced out, his soul had entered having been ejected from the Gate. His memories had been locked away until the body, now his body, matured. When it did, he regained his memories and his body finally resembled his soul. He was Alphonse Elric.

As for why he was here on this side of the gate, he had, using the Philosopher's Stone, brought his brother back in exchange for his own life. The Gate had ejected him into the world on this side of the Gate. Now that he had his memories back, he was glad that Alchemy worked in this world. He needed it to find his brother!

The boy suddenly frowned. If it had taken him 15 years to regain his memories, did that same time pass for his brother? He certainly hoped not. It would be odd for him to save a 32 year old brother while he was 15.

But how would he explain things to his friends? He sighed. He could say that he got coloured contacts and decided to grow out his hair and dye it, tired of looking like the mirror image of James Potter. He supposed it could work. Well, either way, later today someone was coming to pick him up.

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Al sat on his trunk, his wand in his hand. He had bought himself some new clothes and was wearing it. He was wearing a similar outfit to what his brother used to wear, though he had forgone the red coat for the moment. Black pants were tucked into thick boots and a black tank top was tucked into his pants. A black jacket trimmed with white was worn over the tank top, so similar to his brother's but still different all the same. He also had a pair of white gloves on.

The Dursley's had left him here and he was calmly waiting to be picked up. Suddenly he heard a noise downstairs. He frowned. Was it the ones who were supposed to pick him up? Cautiously, he made his way down the stairs, wand in hand. A voice called out. "Harry, is that you?"

Al answered. "Who's there?"

A gruff voice spoke up. "Good, Potter. Constant Vigilance!"

The first voice spoke. "It's Remus and a few others. We've come to pick you up remember?"

Al nodded. "Can someone turn on the light?"

The light flickered on and they looked in shock at Al. Remus was the one to speak. "Harry! What happened to you?"

Al shifted nervously, he didn't like lying, but he didn't think he should tell them about himself. "I got tired of everyone always comparing me to my father, so I let my hair grow out and I dyed it. My glasses were also annoying so I got contacts."

"But the colour? I thought you liked your green eyes?"

"I don't like being recognized and my green eyes stood out too much. It will help if I want to go unnoticed."

Moody had an approving look on his face as he asked, "Where is your stuff, boy?"

"Upstairs. Everything's already packed. Where are we going?"

"You'll know when we get there."

Al sighed and helped get his trunk. They then waited around until they received a signal. Al was Disillusioned and he mounted a broom.

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Grimmauld Place, Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, and ancestral home of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. The place where he would be stuck at until school started. The upside was that the house had a large library in it. He hoped he could find some alchemy books there. In fact, that was where he was now. Trying to avoid all the sympathetic looks for the events from last year, he had secluded himself in the large library.

He had found some old alchemy books and was currently surrounded by these. There weren't many, only ten. One was more of a beginner's book and several of the others all contained information that he already knew. Yet, two of the one ones he skimmed through contained new information.

A pen in hand and a notebook already half filled with notes in front of him, Al flipped through the alchemy books. Pausing occasionally to write down a few words or sketch a diagram, he did not move from his spot for hours.

Some time later, Al looked up when he heard someone enter the room. It was Remus. "Hello, Harry. I wondered where I was going to find you. I didn't expect to find you in the library, I thought you would be having fun with your friends."

Al shrugged and flipped the page of the book in front of him. "I wanted some alone time, so I decided to explore the house. I found the library and found some interesting books."

"I can see that. What are you studying so hard?"

Al paused before giving a one word answer. "Alchemy."

Remus raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Alchemy? Not many wizards study the subject because it makes use of muggle science. Actually, I'm surprised that this library even has any books on the subject."

Al shrugged. "I was always good in science in the muggle world. It's interesting."

Remus smiled. "Whatever suits your tastes. It's time for dinner, by the way. It's the reason I came looking for you."

Al nodded and closed all the alchemy books. He put most of them back on the shelves, except for the two he had been studying. He gathered his notes and the books before following Remus out the door. Stopping at his room, he placed the books on his bedside table. That done, he made his way to the kitchen for dinner.

Al sat down between Ron and Hermione. Ron had a mouthful of food so he just waved at Al. Hermione frowned at Ron before smiling at Al. "Where have you been, Harry? We were looking all over for you."

Al shrugged. "You just didn't think to look in the library then, I guess."

Hermione blinked in surprise. "The library?" Al only nodded.

A new voice spoke up, oily and scathing. "What would Potter be doing in the library? His grades show just how much he avoids libraries."

Al frowned and looked up. "I found some interesting books and was studying them."

Hermione interrupted, her voice showing her excitement. "What were they about, Harry? Maybe I've read them before."

Al smiled at the girl's excitement. "They were on alchemy. I only found a few books though."

Hermione looked surprised. "Really? I've read a few books on alchemy. It's absolutely fascinating! Some of the alchemic circles are so complex; I couldn't understand half of them! And the subject as a whole is so complex, as well. I mean, there are different arrays that are needed for specific reactions, and one needs to know how the makeup and uses of the different elements to make the whole thing work. Equivalent Exchange is an interesting concept as well!"

Ron interrupted suddenly, "Equivalent Exchange?"

It was Al that answered. "Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's first law of Equivalent Exchange."

Hermione nodded. "Harry, do you know any circles?" Al nodded slowly. Hermione squealed in excitement. "Can you do a demonstration of alchemy?"

Al sighed and looked over at Sirius. "Do you have any silver objects that you wouldn't mind if I transmuted?"

Sirius nodded and stood up. He retrieved a silver spoon and handed it to his godson wordlessly. He was interested in what Harry would do.

Al took the spoon and did some quick calculations in his head. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of chalk. He always had it with him. He stood up from the table and knelt down on the floor. He slowly drew a circle so the others could see what he was doing. It was a fairly simple array.

When he was done, he placed the spoon in the middle of the array. He placed his hands on the edge of the circle and blue energy swirled around the array, marking an alchemic reaction. When it cleared, a small pendant laid where the spoon used to be. Al picked up the small silver chain and handed it to Hermione. She stared at it in awe before hugging Al. "Thank you, Harry! That was brilliant!"

Al smiled and sat down at his spot again. Returning to his food, Al glanced at the pendant around Hermione's neck. He had alchemy, and with it he would find a way to return to his brother. He grasped at the pendant around his own neck, the engraved image the same as what his blood seal had been. He wanted to find his brother, needed to find him.

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Al, Ron, and Hermione sat in their own compartment on the train. Hermione had a book on Transfiguration open in her lap. She was reading fervently, ignoring the two boys. Ron and Al were playing chess. They were on their third game. Ron called out triumphantly after a few moments of studying the board. "Checkmate! I win again, Harry!"

Al sighed. "Yeah. Good job, Ron. I don't think I'll ever beat you in chess. I'm going to read, if you don't mind."

Ron looked a little put out that Harry didn't want to play chess anymore but he nodded.

Al pulled out his alchemy notes and one of the alchemy books he had taken from the Black library. The train ride was a long one and he might as well spend it in a productive fashion. He was almost done analyzing the information in the book and it was possible that he could finish before they reached Hogwarts.

Yet, as time passed, he found himself gazing out the window instead of on the tome open in his lap. Staring at the passing scenery, all he could think about was his brother, Ed. The last he had seen of his brother was the young alchemist laying a large pool of his own blood, a gaping hole in his chest. He had given his own life for his brother, life pointless without him anyways. He knew in his heart that Ed was alive. Yet, still he shuddered at the memory of Ed's lifeless eyes.

Al sighed and looked back down at the tome. No matter how long it took, he was going to find a way to get back to his brother.

HP/FMA

Al, Ron, and Hermione made their way into the Great Hall for the start of the year feast. Seating themselves in the middle of the table, they calmly waited for the sorting to start. As he waited, Al looked over the staff table to see who the new DADA teacher was. His gaze stopped on a large woman dressed in pink. He grimaced in disgust. The woman resembled the toad and he had a bad feeling about her.

When the first years entered the Hall, Al started to turn his gaze away from the staff table when something caught his eye. There were two empty seats. One was for Hagrid, who was noticeably missing, but there was one extra. Perhaps they had a new subject that was going to be taught? His thoughts were interrupted as the sorting started.

Later, after the sorting and the feast were over, Dumbledore stood up to give his usual announcements. However, he was interrupted by the woman dressed in the pink. She was the new DADA professor set up by the Ministry. Al grimaced and tuned her out.

When the woman was finally sat back down, Dumbledore stood back up and cleared his throat. "One last announcement before you go off to bed! Hogwarts is gaining a new subject this year! However, the new professor won't be here until tomorrow. The new class and new professor will be announced tomorrow during breakfast. The professor is quite young, but don't let that fool you. He knows what he is teaching. Now, off to bed!"

Al made his way towards the Gryffindor common room while Ron and Hermione gathered all the first years. They had been made prefects.

When he reached the portrait, he muttered the password. He climbed the stairs to his dorm and entering the common room. There, he changed into his pajamas. Then, getting into bed, he closed the curtains and curled into a ball beneath the covers.

HP/FMA

The next morning, Al walked down to the Great Hall with one of the Alchemy books beneath his arm. He sat down at the Gryffindor Table opposite of a bickering Ron and Hermione. He smiled at their antics and loaded his plate with food. He, then, opened his book and started eating as he read. Immersed in his reading, he inadvertently tuned everything else out. It was for this reason that he didn't hear Dumbledore start speaking. What he didn't hear was the following: "Now, I'm sure that everyone is curious to find out what the new class and new professor are. This year, Hogwarts will have the new subject of Alchemy. All those who are interested will have to be tested to see if they will be able to perform alchemy. Now, may I introduce your new teacher, Professor Edward Elric!"

A short blond haired teen walked from a side chamber. He looked to be only 17 years old. He was maybe only 5'4" tall. He had bright golden blond hair that was pulled up into a high ponytail. Golden eyes surveyed the room with a grin. He gave a little bow.

Al was jarred from his reading when Hermione gave a little squeal. He looked over to her. "What's wrong, Hermione?"

"Didn't you hear, Harry? The new subject will be Alchemy!" Al blinked. Hermione continued in excitement. "The professor looks really young, but his name is-"

She was interrupted by Malfoy's loud comment. "He's our professor? He's so short!"

Al's expression turned sad when he was reminded of his brother. Being so sensitive about his height, if it was his brother there would be an outrageous exclamation any second now.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A SHRIMP SO SMALL HE COULD RIDE ON THE BACK OF A GRASSHOPPER!?"

And there it was. Al's eyes widened and he froze. Hermione did not notice the change in her friend and carried on with what she had been going to say before the little outburst. "His name is Edward Elric." It was then that Hermione noticed that the boy had frozen in his seat. "Harry? What's wrong?"

As if he couldn't hear her, Al turned to look at the new professor. He was trembling slightly as he took in the sight of the blonde haired figure he knew so much. The boy looked a little older than he remembered and his hair was in a ponytail instead of a braid, but it was undoubtedly his older brother. He staggered to his feet and called out softly. "Brother?"

Ed whipped around to find the person who sounded so much like his missing younger brother. It wasn't possible was it? Could it really be Al? He spotted a young teen standing next to one of the tables. The boy had long brown hair pulled up into a ponytail, though bangs framed his face. The boy eyes were wide and staring at him in stunned disbelief. Ed called out in a whisper, afraid that this was all a dream in his head. "Al?"

Al couldn't answer. Instead, he ran down the space between the tables and threw himself at Ed. The stunned blonde could only wrap his arms tightly around the other boy. Al clutched at Ed's robes and whimpered into his shoulder. "Don't ever leave me again, brother! You scared me… the big gaping hole in your chest… I couldn't bear to think of living without you. Don't ever leave me again!"

Ed clutched the boy tighter to him, whispering Al's name over and over again.

HP/FMA

Ok… I had to end it here… that part was so emotional and the perfect spot to end this chapter. But, tell me… what do you think of this? I think I will continue this, but the question is do you the readers want me to make this a two shot or a longer story? PLEASE review! The review button is starved for reviews! Feed it!