A/N: Here is my first crossover story! I hope you enjoy!

[Harry's POV]

(Intro)

Today was a pretty normal day. Well, by my standards any way. How could anything in my life be considered even a little mundane. I mean, how can a famous fifteen year-old guy who's only reliable family is a convicted murderer be normal? Oh, and there's that deranged evil guy without a nose that has my name on his list. So, it's pretty safe to say that my life isn't normal, but my life, besides the unconditional fame and murderers, is the same for a lot of kids. That's how it is at home. By home, I mean Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Just saying that name is like music to my ears. Hogwarts is filled with the best things in life. Security, friendship, support, education, the whole package. Well, I lied. The "security" benefit isn't necessarily part of the package, and I'm not too excited by the education aspect either, but it's home.

Hermione, Ron, and I were walking towards the Great Hall at the beginning of our fifth year at Hogwarts. As we walked, the night sky was freckled with stars, just like a certain redhead I know.

Hermione and Ron were arguing ever since we got off the train, when Ron revealed that he had not studied all summer. This was pretty common, considering them.

"Ron, you need to pay attention in class if you want to pass your O.W.L's! Seriously, what would you do without me to remind you?" Hermione stated, clearly annoyed by Ron's study habits.

"I would fail all of my tests, and me and Harry would be miserable." Ron replied, putting his arm over my shoulder

"That is true Hermione. You tend to come to our rescue a lot." I said, returning the brotherly embrace to Ron. Hermione just sighed, and giggles slightly. There wasn't a way for her to stay mad at us.

"Hurry, or we'll be late for the opening feast!" She said cheerily, starting to run towards the Great Hall.

When we walked into the Great Hall, my nose was bombarded by delicious smells. The tables were lined up according to house, like they always were, and the food looked heavenly. We went to our usual spot on the Gryffindor table, and sat down next to Neville, Dean, Seamus, and Luna. Of course, Ron immediately started scarfing his food as soon as he sat down on the bench.

"Ron, slow down! I swear, on of these days, you're going to choke!" Hermione declared, smacking the cover of her book on Ron's head.

"Mione, 'm nert goin' tuh choke." Ron said, with a piece of cornbread halfway in his mouth. Neville and Luna were laughing together, and I almost had no choice but to crack a smile.

After the food fiasco, Dumbledore stepped up to his podium, while the last of the teachers were sitting down at the Head Table. Hagrid, Professor Flitwick, and Professor sprout had already taken their seats. For some reason, The Defence Against the Dark Arts spot at the Head Table was empty. I wonder who has the honor of taking the cursed job this year. He stood there a moment, looking at the tables with a soft look, as if admiring the peace of the evening.

"Hello, students of Hogwarts. I see that you have all arrived here safely. Before the feast begins, i would like to welcome the first years with the annual Sorting Ceremony." Dumbledore announced.

Professor McGonagall carried a three-legged stool, and the raggedy sorting hat. The hat sang a new song, and the first years were sorted into their houses. Gryffindor gained thirteen new first years, and we cheered for every one of them.

"I have an important announcement to make. The Ministry of Magic has allowed me to bring back one of my teachers to fill the Defence Against the Dark Arts post. I have chosen wisely, and I have chosen to bring back a familiar face. Please welcome, once again, Professor R. J. Lupin." Dumbledore gestured to a space to the right of the Head Table, and revealed Lupin to the room.

Everybody in the room except for the Slytherins cheered in surprise and delight, including myself. Professor Lupin was the person that taught me how to produce a Patronus Charm, which saved my life last year during the TriWizard Tournament. I'll have to thank him for that later.

Lupin stepped up to the Head Table, and waved to the students. He spotted me, and smiled at me. I returned the favor with a grin, ear-to-ear.

"That's brilliant! He was probably the best teacher we ever had!" Ron exclaimed.

"Yeah, I'm really glad that he's coming back. I need to thank him for teaching me the Patronus Charm. The Ministry apparently doesn't have a problem with him teaching here again. That's awesome." I say to Ron, joy evident in my voice.

"I see that you are still popular among the students, Professor. Now, let's make sure to give Professor Lupin a-" Dumbledore was cut off by the enormous doors of the Great Hall being slammed open. Everybody in the Hall turned to face the doors, curious as to why Dumbledore was interrupted.

A small figure entered the hall frantically, as they were in a hurry. The figure, a boy who had looked to be about twelve years old, had long golden hair, tied back into a braid, and unruly bangs framing his face. He was wearing a long, red coat with a strange emblem on the back, that reached halfway down his shin, and a black tanktop underneath. He was wearing leather pants, and red and black elevator shoes, and white gloves on his hands.

The boy ran through the Great Hall, and then he noticed all the people. He was scanning the tables all around him, as everybody else sent him stares of shock. When he looked our direction, was able to depict that he had eyes the color of molten gold, filled with fear and panic. He also had a cut on his forehead, and a steady stream of blood was flowing down his face.

His attention snapped back to the entrance of the hall, where I saw the threat in which he was trying to escape from. In the entrance to the Hall were two dementors, and they seemed to be after the boy. What was strange was the dementors took no interest in me or the other students, and were completely focused on him. Usually the dementors are attracted to me the most since I have a really dark past. With that in mind, this kid must have a really miserable life if the dementors are after him.

By now, all the students were panicking, and Professor Fitwick told us to stand up, and retreat to the back of the room. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were advancing towards the dementors.

One of the dementors swooped down towards the boy, and was trying to suck out his soul. The boy let out a yell of pain, and the other dementor joined its twin, wanting a piece of his soul. The boy fell to his knees and clutched his his throat, as if he were being choked. I gazed at him with pity, as I knew what it was like to deal with dementors. It felt as if your very life force was being pulled into a vacuum. I wanted to get over there and help him, but the teachers wouldn't let me pass.

"Expecto Patronum!" Dumbledore screamed, as he cast the repelling spell on the creature. He was able to produce a shield-form Patronus, and was pushing the dementors away, while Professor McGonagall ran over to the boy, who had finally been able to take a breath.

Surprisingly, the dementors were still trying to find a way to get around the Patronus to the kid. However, Dumbledore wasn't about to give up. Professor McGonagall had reached the boy, and had a hand on his cack while he regained his breath.

"I won't let you take this child's soul! Begone!" Dumbledore screamed, and his Patronus exploded with white light. The dementors vanished, and Dumbledore stumbled backwards about a step. He then looked to the boy, as did all of the other people in the room. He was hunched over and trembling, while McGonagall still had a hand on his back, trying to calm him down. The teachers and students were slowly walking from the back of the room towards Dumbledore and McGonagall. Dumbledore walked calmly walked toward McGonagall and the boy.

"Hey, it's Ok. The dementors are gone. What is your name?" Dumbledore asked softly. The kid, apparently now realizing what was going on, slapped McGonagall's hand off of him, and he jumped back into a self defence position. His eyes snapped out of his shock, and switched to confusion and defiance. Dumbledore approached the boy slowly, trying to get him to calm down. He kept walking, and the kid seemed to be analyzing him, trying to decide if he is a threat or not.

Dumbledore was now about three feet away from him, and he reached his arm out to touch his shoulder. The kid saw this as a threat, and he quickly pressed his hands together, and formed a ring with his body. He then slid his left hand down his right forearm, blue sparks flying, and a steel blade extended from under his sleeve, also shredding his right glove in the process. A collective gasp spreads throughout the hall. Did this boy just use wandless magic? He quickly moved close to Dumbledore and pressed the blade against his throat. His golden eyes burned into Dumbledore's blue ones.

"Headmaster!" I heard several cries from the crowd of students and teachers. I was panicked too, until Dumbledore raised his hand up to silence them, signaling that could handle this on his own.

"You won't do it. I know that for a fact. I can see it in your eyes." Dumbledore said gently. The Boy's gaze wavered, before replacing it with a strong facade.

"You've never killed before, yet you've seen those around you die. Your eyes tell me that you carry more guilt than any adolescent should. Poor child, you've seen hell haven't you?" Dumbledore continued, and the child's blade faltered, and fell to his side, as his brave mask dropped. This man saw right through him.

The child stepped back a few steps, and fell to his knees. At that moment, his eyes became clouded, and he collapsed onto his side.

"Headmaster, is he alright?" McGonagall asked, stepping toward the child's limp form.

"Yes, Minerva. He's just exhausted. We don't know how long those dementors were chasing him for. His adrenaline wore off. Get Poppy. We'll take him to the hospital wing just in case."

I saw Hagrid run up to the boy, and looped his right arm under the boy's back, and his left was hooked under his knees. The boy's head was resting against Hagrid's chest. The boy's right arm fell, and was dangling down, and everybody could now see that the blade was attached to his arm, and his exposed hand seemed to made of metal as well.

"Harry, is that a metal arm?!" Hermione asked me in astonishment. And thus, my fifth year at Hogwarts was made very interesting.

OMG That was long! I do plan to continue this story, so don't worry! However, don't expect me to make every chapter this long. I have school to deal with. Anyway, what did you think? PLEASE REVIEW! Any and all flames will be given to Roy Mustang and Natsu Dragneel.

Until next time,

~HaganeNoWriter