Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or Harry Potter.

This is just a random thing that popped into my head. I don't know why I wrote it, because there are so many of these out there, but I hope this one is different. That's the main goal here, different.

Darkness's Creation

By Serenity0066

Chapter 1

It was a school, Ed mused as he reread the letter for the second time. Hogwarts was a school, and had he doubted this before, it was made clear by the list of books needed to study there.

"You're planning on going then?" Mustang asked. It was a rare thing that he was being civil to Ed, and this was one of those rare occasions.

"Yeah." Ed shrugged, "Who knows, it could be interesting." He handed Mustang the letter. Mustang smirked.

"Well, if they can find you in this massive stack of books, I'm sure they'll enjoy teaching you." He got up and walked across the tiled floor to the door. Ed watched him, wondering if the previous comment was meant to be an insult or a compliment. Shrugging it off, he asked, "So you're just going to let me leave just like that? You'll be short two people."

"Two people?" Mustang asked, "Oh. You mean you and that heap of armor." Ed glared at him.

"My brother is not a heap of armor," he growled.

"Anyway, Fullmetal, you'll need to hurry up. It's not an easy trip crossing through to London."

"London?" Mustang sighed again.

"That's where the school is, nitwit."

"Is the name calling included in the job description?" Ed asked.

"No, Fullmetal, it's just an added bonus." Ed frowned and looked down at the letter again.

"How do you know so much about this school anyway?"

"Easy. I am surprised you did not figure it out yourself. Aren't you supposed to be a genius?" Ed growled, trying to restrain his temper. "I went there myself." Shocked, Ed shortly forgot Mustang's insult.

"So you can do… magic?"

"No. I am disappointed, Fullmetal. I dropped out. However, I did hear a rumor that a friend of the headmaster has created a perfect Philosopher's Stone. If that's not incentive enough to get the hell out of my office, and the hell onto that train then I don't know what is."

"Fine," Ed replied shortly. "Is there some specific way I'm suppose to get there?" Mustang held out a small bag.

"Inside here you'll find what is known as Floo powder. Just take a little pinch and yell out DIAGON ALLEY." Ed took the bag uncertainly.
"By the way, you might need a little… flame." Mustang smirked and left the office with a snap of his fingers. Ed turned and noticed there was now a fire roaring in the grate. Thinking that this must have been what Mustang was talking about he walked over to the fire.

"So how'd it go, brother?" a suit of armor asked, pushing the door open.

"Fine. I'm apparently supposed to strap you to my back and jump into the fireplace, yell DIAGON ALLEY, and hope I don't get burned up."

"But, brother, if you really wanted to get burned up, wouldn't it be easier to go by yourself?" Al joked, trying to be funny.

"It's not funny, Al." Ed replied, his braid swinging across his back. "Mustang wants me to go to this school. Apparently, there were rumors that the headmaster's friend had created a perfect Philosopher's Stone. If we could maybe come up with a way to barrow it, or if he could tell me how it was done," Ed's face lit up, "we could finally get our bodies back to normal."

"That's great, Brother!" Al exclaimed. "What are we waiting for?" In response, Ed threw a pinch of the Floo Powder into the fireplace, where the flames promptly turned an emerald green color.

"Well, here it goes. Let's just hope Mustang wasn't playing some sick trick on me." Ed stepped into the flames. "DIAGON ALLEY!" He yelled, vanishing.

"Severus?" a voice hissed through the darkness.

"Yes, M'Lord?" a greasy voice answered. There was a swish of a cloak as the man walked closer.

"Is this information correct?" the voice asked. Red eyes peered through the darkness, yet the man on the receiving end of the gaze did not flinch.

"I have relayed much information to you, M'Lord. I do not know of which bit you speak."

"Yet you are confident that it is correct?" the red slits glared through the darkness. "One would generally assume that all information relayed to me is correct, and you should not need to know of which piece I am speaking of. Am I correct?" The man shrunk slightly. He was confident he would be able to talk his way out of this one, or perhaps lay the blame on someone else, but he did not want to risk enraging his master for fear of the consequences. Severus bowed his head.

"That is correct. You are always right, M'Lord."

"Then, my loyal servant, why did you question your information?" There it was the dreaded question.

"My Lord," Severus said, bowing though his master could not see through the darkness. "The information may have come through less than reliable sources. Before assuring you, it was correct, I would have liked to know what piece of information it was. If for some reason it was correct at the time and not anymore, or if something changed, I would not like to assure you it was correct and put you in danger."

The man smiled, if you could call it that. Severus could not see that through the darkness. All he could see through the darkness was the unwavering gaze of the red eyes.

"I appreciate your concern for me. It far surpasses that of my other servants." Severus blinked in surprise.

"We all care deeply for you, My Lord," the man sighed.

"Some more deeply than others, Severus. Now, the information on the transfer students to Hogwarts?"

"That information, M'Lord is correct. Edward and Alphonse Elric are transferring into their 7th year at Hogwarts."

"That seems a little bit unusual," the man sneered. "They only have one year left. What is the point of the transfer?"

"I will find out for you, M'Lord."

"Good. I will expect you reporting back to me soon."

Severus bowed, and with a swish of his cloak, left the room.

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