I dunno, it just came to me on a whim. Yeah, a typical HarryPotterxoverfic. Forgive me, I didn't know what to cross it over with. Just tell me if you want it to continue. It is RoyEd, by the way, but it's rather descreet and.. uh, yeah. Just read&review.

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Roy Mustang casually rested his head on his right hand. He smirked as the young boy shifted uncomfortably beneath his gaze.

"So tell me, Fullmetal," he drawled, smirk broadening. "When were you planning on informing me of the damage you inflicted on 3 buildings of great importance to the military?"

"Shut it, Colonel Shit. Why did you call me here?" Edward spat the words rather rudely.

Edward Elric had decided when they first met that Roy Mustang could be quite a pain in the ass. Roy Mustang, however, took an immediate liking to the boy, though he would die before he admitted it. He couldn't quite depict what it was about the boy that he liked so much; he only knew that it was undeniably pleasurable to tease and pick at the younger boy's (lack of) height. This was one of the many reasons Edward Elric despised, loathed, detested reporting back to his smug-bastard-of-a-commanding-officer.

"Show respect to your superior officer,"the Colonel said, his smirk widening still. "As you may have already guessed, you have another mission. We leave in two days. I'll inform you of the details another time. I refuse to stay here late due to your tardiness. Go back to your dorm; I will call you back tomorrow. Come promptly. Dismissed."

Edward left, grumbling about the pointlessness of calling him there in the first place. Al joined him outside of the office and quietly followed.

15 hours or so later.

The next morning, the phone rang at a time much too bright and early for Edward. He groaned, turning over to pick up the source of the shrill, irritating ringing.

"WHAT." It came out more like an order than a question.

"Is that how you always answer the phone?" A rather egotistical voice sang brightly, "Come to my office. Now."

Edward could just see that damn smirk. "You knew," he growled, each word laced with venomous danger. "You knew I was still sleeping."

"Not anymore, since you're due in my office in…" the cheery voice paused, obviously looking at a clock. "Oh, look, 10 minutes. Not that it matters, eh, Fullmetal? You're always late anyway."

An hour or so later.

"Brother, he won't mind. You're always late anyway, just knock!" Al's hollow voice echoed through the armor. "He's been waiting for a while now."

Edward kicked the door open instead. "Yo," he greeted coolly.

"Oh yes, Fullmetal. Yo. I was going to say something about a certain new mission, but instead I think I'll teach you something called 'knocking'. It's when you- yes, you've got it, you just ball up your fists like that and shake them, just like how you're doing it now. Yes, and then you place one of them against the door and knock. It creates a sharp rapping noise which is meant to attract the attention of the one behind the door you are knocking. You see, barging in like that, using your foot… it's considered rude." The undaunted man with hair the color of charcoal folded his arms as he rose from his cluttered desk. "As glad as I am that you've finally decided to arrive (one hour late), I'll skip the merry greetings and inform you of our newest mission."

Edward sat grumpily on the couch. "Okay, shoot."

"Well," Roy said, raising an eyebrow. "I was surprised yesterday that you weren't surprised, and I'm surprised you're not surprised now as well."

"Surprised?" Edward repeated, eyeing his superior suspiciously."About what?"

The raven-haired man calmly closed the door in preparation for the much expected outburst. "Surprised," he said, bracing himself, "that I said 'our' newest mission. As in… you and me."

Um, skip another hour, I guess. Yeah, I can do that 'cause I'm the authoress here.

It had been almost an hour since his brother's deafening 'WHAT' had rang through the Central Headquarters and Alphonse was beginning to grow worried. He had heard continuous shouts of 'damn you' and 'you planned this, you evil bastard' throughout the time he'd waited outside of the wooden door.

The door slammed open (can a door 'slam' open?) and an enraged teenager stormed out, not bothering to close the door behind him. "C'mon, Al."

"What's our next mission? Where are we going to go?"

"I'm attending a place called Wart-hog Academy," he snarled viciously. "With that bastard. You can't come, Al." He turned towards his younger brother, expecting a distressed response of some sort, but instead, his younger brother was quite composed about the whole situation.

"Well, why?" Al asked, "Is there any reason I can't come along?"

Edward sneered at the open door behind them, and quoted the Colonel's words, "Armor would attract attention. I thought you'd know this, Edward. Still short of experience? You little being? That I can't even see behind this desk?"

Al stifled a giggle at the badly-done impression of the Colonel. (Wow, yeah. I've can't imagine Al 'giggling' either, no matter how feminine he acts.)

"If I finish the mission with no mistakes, I might get promoted. Two stars," he explained, pointing at his left shoulder. "Lieutenant Colonel. Not that I really care, but it's a bonus in salary, right? It's more for so we can search for the Philosopher's Stone. In fact, the place I'm going has a lead on the stone, which is why I'm going." He glanced uncertainly at his younger brother. "Are you really okay with this?"

"Well, you're not in there arguing with the Colonel anymore, so I'm guessing you're okay with the situation too. Why is Colonel Mustang going with you, anyway?"

"He said something about teaching and co-worker and stuff. How I'd blown up enough buildings and the military wasn't seriously going to leave me without supervision." He snorted. "He was acting like you were my parent, Al. But what's important is that you're okay with being alone while I'm gone." Edward looked directly at the (empty) helm's eye-holes.

"If you're okay with it, Brother, I'll be fine. I'll stay with Granny and Winry."

Edward straightened up. "You mean it? Well, I'm fine with going if you're okay with it, Al!"

Edward was in an exceptionally better mood for the remainder of the day.

An hour ago; what happened in the office that the authoress never wrote about. By the way, this starts from the middle of their conversation-- some things have already been explained.

"WHAT?" Edward's earsplitting screech echoed through Central Headquarters.

"I don't think they heard you over in Xing, Fullmetal."

"That's insane! Why you?!" He gaped at the smirking man.

"A soldier should always be prepared for unexpected—"

"Don't give me that! Damn you! Damn you, damn you, damn you! Why? It's none of your business! It's a personal matter, and you shouldn't bother us when we look for the Philosopher's Stone! You have no reason to come! I need it to restore Al's body!"

"Oh, about that…" Roy tried to give Ed a comforting smile (though it just looked like the standard smirk). "Al can't come either. I'm sorry."

"Wh—wha--?" Ed sputtered. "Why? It has everything to do with Al, yet it's none of your business!"

"Au contraire, Fullmetal, the State is very interested in the Philosopher's Stone, as is the Fuhrer, in case you have failed to notice. The stone was the key for our victory during the Ishbalan War; State Alchemists were given—" He stopped himself. "My point is that it is very important to the military, Fullmetal."

"So…" Edward's eyes widened as he processed the information. "S-so I'm stuck. I'm stuck ALONE with you! ALONE! You planned this, you evil bastard! For how long? How long will the mission be?"

"I have no idea. Perhaps a year."

He gaped at the Colonel incredulously. "And you expect me to just accept this mission?"

"Actually," Roy said, sitting himself down on his chair. "Yes. If the mission goes smoothly, with no destruction of any buildings of any sort, you may be promoted one rank higher. A Lieutenant Colonel's funds are pleasantly generous compared to that of a Major's, considering the military's normal stingy standards."

"B-but we leave in two days!" Ed's eye twitched at the thought. "When did you find out about this! You could've told me yesterday! Why didn't you tell me?" Question after question, Roy's smirk grew wider. "We—we have to go shopping! For the supplies! Money! What is the currency there? And the exchange rate? What about their military? Will they be informed? How—"

"Fullmetal."

"How—how…" Edward's voice faltered. "Well, answer me!"

"I found out most of this information this morning, that being the reason why I called you in so abruptly. We'll go shopping (Roy paused, his smirk growing impossibly wide) when we get there. It's all been taken care of. Worry about packing your clothes. Pack lightly, they have uniforms."

Edward grunted irritably.

"Oh, and speaking of uniforms," the Colonel continued, "bring yours. You know, the one for the military. You haven't lost it, have you?" He narrowed his eyes accusingly.

"No!" Ed automatically denied. He scratched his head thoughtfully. "Uh, um,I retract my previous statement. I might've lost the uniform, but I'm pretty sure I still have the badge. Why do I need it?"

"You'll need to get another one then," Roy said flatly, ignoring his subordinate's question. "You are dismissed. You may leave now."

Ed growled. "Answer the damned question!"

"May I remind you that I am the one thatgives the orders, and… no." The Colonel smiled complacently, waving Edward out of his office.

"WHY NOT! JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION!"

"Well," Roy said, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "I don't feel like answering it. Your hints are "teacher and co-workership", if you guess right, I'll tell you."

Ed howled in rage and frustration, kicking the door of his superior's office open, leaving a very satisfied Roy Mustang behind.

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So how was it? Liked it? Hated it? Review anyways, please. Actually, I take that back. If you hated it, don't tell me. Just say something stupid like, "Z0Mgg, th4Tt was S0O0oo g00d! i L0v3dd itT! fangirl RAGEEE."

I'd prefer that to a dignified flame, seriously. I don't like it when people are like, "Well, it was okay, but I really didn't like the fact that you (blank) and (blank) with Edward and the character's are totally OOC, so please just go and die." It's no fun to read at all, whereas that "zomgg" thing up there is very fun to read and toreply to. Well, why are you still reading this? REVIEW!