After long last, CHAPTER TWO! YAYAYAYAYAYAY! I was so surprised after writing Chapter One how many people had Favorited/Reviewed/Subscribed to it. T^T! THANKS TO ALL WHO DID SO! YOU DON'T KNOW HOW HAPPY YOU HAVE MADE ME!

I am currently on my brother's laptop, in the Cathedral of Learning, with my mom, so I am trying to do as much as I can, when I can. I tried going on Sunday after I posted the first chapter but my cousin invited me over the whole day. And all day yesterday we were cleaning. SO NAO I GOTS SOME TIME ON THE COMPUTER HUZZAH!

hopefully this chapter is as good as the first one...

Me: *drags in Harry* TIME FOR THE DISCLAIMER! :D

Harry: ?

Me: just say I own nothing in this story. Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it.

Harry: okayyy...DarkMousyRulezAll owns nothing in this fanfiction.

Me: *squee* Awww~~~ isn't little 11-year-old Harry just the cutest?

Harry: *backs away slowly*

Fullmetal Alchemist and the Sorcerer's(Philosopher's) Stone

Chapter Two

"Let the feast begin."

At the moment Albus Dumbledore said the words, the golden plates before all of the students magically filled themselves with piles and piles of delicious foods: roast chicken, roast beef, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roasted potatoes, fries, peas, carrots and so much more that Ed couldn't see. The young teen's mouth began to water. He and Harry alike began piling their plates with everything in sight. His peers around him began to eat, but Edward kept his eyes on the large mound of food he had piled in front of him. He slowly took a spoonful of the potatoes and put it into his mouth.

"OMYGO-" he marvelled with his mouth full. The food was undoubtedly the most delicious he'd ever tasted.

"That does look good..." a voice behind Edward said sadly. Ed turned around in shock, to find out the person who had spoken was a ghost, silvery and transparent, eyeing the steak Edward began to cut.

"You'-you're a-a ghost!" Ed managed to stutter. The ghost regarded hhim with an unamused stare, as his reaction was somewhat expected, from a Muggle. The red-haired prefect next to Harry, who Ed guessed was yet another Weasley, turned around and smiled politely at the ghost.

"Hello Sir Nicholas, have a nice summer?"

"Dismal, my request to join the Headless Hunt has been denied!" Ron turned around.

"Hey, I know you! You're Nearly-Headless Nick!" he exclaimed. Nearly headless? Is that even possible? Ed thought. Nick stared blankly at Ron.

"I prefer Sir Nicholas if you don't mind-"

"Nearly-Headless?" Ed interrupted. "How can you be nearly headless?" Nick gave Ed a glare of annoyance. This nosy child!

"Like this!" he said in an irritated tone. Nick grabbed the top of his head and pulled, his neck unattaching from his body, but only held on by a small flap of skin.

"EYaAAGUHH!"

Looking pleased at the disgusted and shocked look on everyone's faces, he reattatched his head and said casually, "So-new Gryffindors! I hope you're going to help us win the House championship this year. Gryffindors have never gone so long without winning. Slytherins have got the Cup six years in a row!"

After everyone had eaten their fill, the remains of the food faded away, leaving the golden plates as clean as they were when the banquet started. But just for a moment. Before long, desserts appeared! Blocks of ice cream in every flavor imaginable, apple pies, cherry pies, blueberry pies, chocolate eclairs, jelly doughnuts, Jell-O, pudding...Ed nearly fell backward on his seat in surprise. He paused before advancing his hands towards the sweets. He looked over once again to the coat of armor in the corner. He guiltily looked at his feet underneath the table.

"I wish you could taste this Al, it's delicious." Ed paused. "It might even be better than Mom's cooking.."

The conversations around the three friends quickly moved to families.

"I'm half-and-half," Seamus Finnigan started. "Me dad's a Muggle. Mam's a witch. Pretty nasty shock for him when she told him."

"What about you Neville?" Ron asked.

"My gran brought me up and she's a witch." Neville continued to talk about how his family thought he was all Muggle at first. Edward continued not to pay attention. He looked towards the staff table. His eyes gazed over Dumbledore and the tall witch ("That's Professor McGonagall, Transfiguration teacher and Head of Gryffindor House.") and he looked at a quivering man in a mauve turban and a hook-nosed man with greasy black hair next to him. The man turned his head and looked towards the Gryffindor table. At that moment, Harry groaned and clapped a hand to his head.

"Hey what's wrong?" Edward said, now more curious about the hook-nosed teacher.

"Nothing." Harry replied, and Ed could tell that he was curious as well. "Nothing, I'm fine."

After everyone had finished dessert, Dumbledore dissmissed the students and the prefects led everyone to their common room. Harry was dragging his feet, obviously full and tired from the feast, and was leaning against Ed slightly. Edward could swear that the pictures in the corridors were moving, and talking about them. The Weasely prefect, ("Oh, that's Percy. He's older than me, Fred, and George.") led the Gryffindors through doorways hidden through sliding panels and up and down staircases that moved themselves. Cautious not to be noticed, the blonde quietly slunk to the back of the line to greet the suit of armor tailing them.

"Just follow us to the common room and try not to be too conspicuous."

"I know, Brother!" Still walking in line, Edward grabbed the metal hand and clutched it, even if the soul attached couldn't feel the embrace.

"Don't worry Alphonse, I promise, I will get your body back. Albus said he might have something that could help us. If it's true, I swear, you'll be flesh and blood by the end of the year, and you'll get to taste how awesome the food is!"

The red glowing eyes inside the armor seemed to glow brighter in happiness. The group of Gryffindors stopped at the end of the corridor. Edward hushed silent and motioned for Alphonse to move to the corner. In the front of the line, Percy stood before a door with a large painting of a woman in a pink silk dress.

"Password?"

"Caput Draconis." The portrait opened to reveal a round hole in the wall. Everyone began to scramble through it, and Edward motioned for Al to move outside of the portrait. Once Ed went through, the door closed behind him. Inside was the Gryffindor common room, which had a large stone fireplace and was full of squashy armchairs. Percy directed the boys to one door to their dormitories and the girls to the door the opposite side. Though Ed was the last in line, he sprinted to the top of the spiral staircase leading to the beds. There were five four-posters hung with deep red velvet curtains. Edward passed out without even bothering to change clothes and fell asleep.

Chapter Two DONE! YUSHHHHHH! Heheheheheh Aru's a-stalkin' the Gryffindors! ^^

I always like to begin with dreams in the next chapter ! :D YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!

just for everyone's information, I will be basically inserting Ed into the regular plot of Harry Potter and adding little things here and there, but I will eventually form my own plot...maybe...I dont really know ^^;

now it's that time everyone knows about, REVIEWING! If you do iiiiitttt, I'll make Draco call Edward a shoorrrrtyyyyy! (Ed: NOT SHORT! *throws giant block* Me: *dodge*)

AND I KNOW WE ALL WANNA SEE THAT! (especially what will happen to Draco when he calls him a shorty!)

Ed: I AM NOT A PINT-SIZED SHORT FLEA! *aims wand at me*

Me: oooooo is wittle edo gonna try to curse meeee? *pulls out own wand*

Harry: wait, you don't have a wand!

Me: ... *wand disappears*

But Ed still doesn't know magic, RIGHT?

Ed: *evil smile*

Me: RIGHT?