H'OKAY YA'LL! Hai there. This is my first fanfic and it's a FMA HP CO. (well duh. Isn't that like everyones first fanfic?) ive decided to make the amestris language German. Because. Its just such a friggin funny accent and it makes ed sound exotic. ENJOY. OR ELSE. I have never owned and never will own HP or FMA. If I did, do you really think I would be writing fanfics?

The door basically exploded open from the force exerted on it. Roy's smirk widened when he saw the red faced teen standing in the doorway. The short alchemist stormed in and asked immediately, "MUSTANG, WHAT IS THIS?" and slammed the file down on the desk.

"Why, exactly what it looks like Fullmetal. Those are indeed your orders, assigned by the Fuehrer himself. If you look down at the bottom is clearly has his signature. You have been ordered to take the post of Alchemy teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and gain Intel on how magic works. You must also protect a very special person. Harry Potter. As return for that, the Wizards have agreed to try and let us understand magic"

"No way. There is simply no plausible explanation for magic, I'm an alchemist too, you idiot. And why would I get sent to protect some snotty kid?" Suddenly there was a loud crack, and a man burst into being in the middle of the room. Edward and Roy didn't even hesitate, there was an audible snap and clap and the man was trapped in an intricate cage that was made from the tiles on the floor, and very nearly fried from Mustang's attack. Ed thought he had heard him say something like 'protego' while waving a funny looking stick. He guessed that he had used some sort of alchemy and that was why he wasn't just a pile of ash right now. Chuckling softly, the man said, "My apologies. I should have used the door."

A few moments later after the alchemists had calmed down and the newly arrived man assured them that he was there not to harm them and gave Mustang a kind of password, and was out of his "cage", he introduced himself as Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbledore. Ed scoffed a little at the name and his superior gave him a sharp glance. Ed looked at him as if to say, 'Come on, you and I both know that's a ridiculous name.'

Mustang soothed his growing headache by rubbing his fingertips on his temples and felt a need to apologize. "Mr. Albus Brian …Percy Wolfy..erm…."

The old man chuckled heartily and said, "Please, call me Dumbledore."

"Ok, Mr.…. Dumbledore, I am extremely sorry for my subordinate's rude behavior. It won't happen again, now WILL IT, Fullmetal?" and Ed was treated to another sharp glare that he met with a smirk. It said many things, such as, 'it would not be good if you screwed this up right now, Fullmetal. If you be really rude, the whole mission could be jeopardized. You must respect this man.' Ed, for once, was compliant. He had to admit, if this magic thing was real he was a bit intrigued by it. Dumbledore cleared his throat slightly to get their attention.

"Well, Major Edward, I believe it is time to be off to the school. I shall be taking you by side-along apparition, and-",

Ed interjected here. "Wait a minute. I'm still not convinced. How do I know that magic really does exist and your not just pulling my leg?" he said testily. The man's eyes widened slightly in surprise as he looked at both of their untrusting glares.

"Why, I can prove it to you. Think back on when I first appeared into this room. That itself was a type of magic, called apparation. And when I very nearly escaped being torched by the Colonel, that was a simple spell to ward off attacks, called 'Protego'."

Edward was staring owlishly at the old man and started a bit as he finally began to take in how he looked. He had floor length –wait-were those robes?- on made of shimmering blue fabric speckled with shooting stars that seemed to be moving, a floor length beard, white as snow, a ridiculously pointy hat, and a nose that seemed to have been broken at least twice. He had a kind and wise aura around him, and twinkling blue eyes that made it seem like he was laughing about some inside joke only he knew about.

"-and I can demonstrate for you right now if you wish." Ed blinked and nearly said, 'what?' but before he could, the man twirled his stick and the Colonels paperwork burst into flames.

Ed gave in and let out a gasp, as did the Colonel, though his was one of joy. He thought happily to himself, 'YES! YESYESYES! That old coot just burnt a month's worth of paperwork! And I didn't do it this time, so Riza cant blame me for it! YES!'

Mustang stood up, walked over to Dumbledore, and was about to thank him. But then the paper stopped flaming, and everything was back to normal. Not a single burn mark anywhere on them. Roy stopped in surprise and looked through them. Nothing was burnt.

Then Dumbledore spoke up. "Well, there you have it, you have just seen me burn the Colonels paperwork and restore them fully. After all, I wouldn't want to destroy any important documents!"

Roy returned looking completely crestfallen and depressed and proceeded to bang his head on his desk. Dumbledore cast a worried glance at him and looked at Ed.

He explained, "Don't worry Dumbledore, this happens all the time. He's always looking for an excuse to get out of paperwork, so this is nothing unusual."

"Ah, I see" Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. Well then, shall we be off?"

"Wait! Can my brother come along?"

"Sadly, Major Elric, no. You see, you also have to protect Harry Potter, and an empty suit of armor walking around would be too conspicuous."

"Well atleast let me say goodbye to him."

"Very well, but we must get there soon. You have to get accommodated to the school and seeing term starts in about half a month, that would be a good to get to..ehh..know how it WORKS." "Ok. I'll be back in about half an hour."

And there you have it! The first chapter of my cross over. Plz to stay tuned for the next one!1!

CIAO! I think. Well. Whatavar! REVIEW OR EDO WILL BASH YO FACE IN.