This is my first ever fanfic, so let me know what you all think of it! I'm not sure how active I'll be with this account outside of this story, but oh well lol. I'll try to upload a new chapter every week or so. No promises, though :P. Oh, and shoutout to my good friend Shannon for helping me edit ^_^. Anyways, enjoy!

Chapter One- The Newcomer

No one knew from where the strange Edward Elric had come. He had randomly appeared, out of thin air it seemed, in the middle of Sirius Black's kitchen, falling from the ceiling with a crash landing on top of Harry Potter's head.

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"Ow..." The green-eyed boy with round glasses, messy black hair and a lightning scar on his forehead muttered. "Hey- get off!"

Harry struggled under the other boy's ridiculous weight. He briefly wondered if the other teen was unconscious before he finally managed to shove the him off. Seconds later, with Harry sitting a few feet away from the arrival, staring wide eyed and open mouthed, Molly Weasley, Sirius, and Remus Lupin came rushing in from the dining room, having heard the crash. They were closely followed by red-headed siblings Ginny, Ron, and the twins- Fred and George Weasley, along with the bushy haired Hermione Granger.

The unexpected arrival wasn't what one would call tall, but he wasn't exactly short, either. He was thin, and had long blonde hair that was tied back in what once might have been considered a neat braid, but now had hair sticking out at all angles, and was wearing black leather pants, black combat boots, white gloves, a black over shirt and a long red cloak with a black design on the back that resembled a cross with a snake coiled around it and wings on either side.

Harry quickly scooted away from the boy, who couldn't possibly be older than 14 or 15, and stood up near the Weasleys, Sirius, and Lupin. The group stood at the bottom of the staircase leading in to the kitchen, which happened to be where the child had dropped on top of Harry while he was trying to wash the dishes, and simply watched. Mrs. Weasley, with her mothering nature and need to care for all things, sick or injured things especially, was being restrained by both Sirius and Lupin, trying to keep her away from a potential threat.

"But he's only a boy! A mere child!" She cried, clearly frustrated that she couldn't go and help the teen. "No older than Ron, Harry and Hermione are!"

Mrs. Weasley soon broke free of the two mens' grasps- after a considerable amount of struggling- and hurried over to where the unconscious boy lay flat on his stomach in the Blacks' kitchen.

Sitting with her legs crossed right above the boy's head, Mrs. Weasley rolled the boy over onto his back and gently placed his upper body in her lap, his head and neck leaned up against her plump mid-section, and felt his forehead for a fever. Finding nothing, she moved on to checking him over briefly for serious injuries. Once again coming up with nothing, she went into a more thorough check, looking for any cuts or scrapes, no matter how big or small, old or new.

As Mrs. Weasley began to pull the child's right glove off to check his arm for injuries, his whole body tensed and he ripped his hand away. "Alphonse...?" He asked after a couple of seconds, lips barely moving as he once again went slack, his right arm draped over his mid-section, left hand laying limply by his side.

Still wanting to check for wounds, now suspecting there was, in fact, something on the child's right arm, Mrs. Weasley once again made a move to remove the glove. However, before she had so much as touched the right gloved hand, the boy jumped up with a short yell of surprise and leaped away to the farthest corner of the kitchen, a good distance away from everyone, and set his body up into a right-handed defense stance, eyeing everyone suspiciously.

"Who are you? Where am I?" The boy growled threateningly, clearly clueless as to how he arrived at Sirius's home. To add to the oddities of this child, he was clutching the fabric of his clothing in the middle of his chest with his left hand, as if something there was hurting him. Molly hadn't felt a wound there, but it wasn't as if she'd taken his shirt off to check- the boy was still fully clothed. However, a severe wound was easy enough to feel through most fabric, as long as it wasn't ridiculously thick, which his wasn't. Plus, there wasn't any blood anywhere on him to prove there was, in fact, a wound.

It was then that Harry, along with everyone else, noticed the boy's eyes. They were golden; a similar color to his hair and tanned skin. Not a blinding yellow like the sun, but a gentle, yet stunning golden color, that shown with all sorts of emotion, the most evident ones at the moment being determination, fear, and... Was it... Pain?

"Wh- who... ARE you...?" Harry sputtered before anyone could answer the newcomer's questions.

The blonde haired, golden eyed boy looked each person up and down, as if studying them and trying to determine whether or not they were friend or foe. Ron, Ginny and all three adults began slowly moving their hands towards where their wands were located in their pockets just in case the kid attacked, but before anyone could speak and tell him they weren't going to hurt him unless he hurt them, he spoke.

"I believe I asked my questions first," the golden-haired boy snarled as he clapped his hands together. He hesitated for a moment, looking as if he was lost in thought as his eyes glazed over some, but then his gaze became sharp once more and he looked down and touched both hands to the tiled floor in front of him. Blue bolts of lightining crackled all around as the boy stood up, pulling a wicked looking spear out of the ground and leaving a small indent in the floor from where the spear had come. Before anyone could blink, the deadly weapon was pointed directly at Harry, as the blonde threatened darkly: "I suggest you answer them quickly."