A/N yeo readers, I want to thank everyone for the warm welcome. I hope the story is up to your standards. Kay so this is going to take place during the ministry visit in book 5, there's some OOC deal with it it's my story. Also, anything that happens from now on is not necessarily going to follow the HP books. It's a fan fiction, meaning I CHANGE what happens Kay? Kay.

Disclaimed until I rule the world with Vlad Masters and buy the rights to this stuff [not gonna happen soon]

Sweat dripped down the young man's face, his blond hair plastered to his face. Edward had been in Xing for a month now and finally he was traveling again. He had learned early on that overheating his automail caused severe pain and mild burns on his body and ever since had tried his best to cover his metal limbs with a wet towel. Scowling Ed leaned forward on the horse. The closest town was a half day's travel west and he desperately wanted to get there soon. His mood was sour after learning that the unique alchemy in Xing could not be used by him.

There was a void, where he had once felt the thrum of alchemical energy inside of him. He missed the feeling, but never mistake him about regretting his decision. His brother's life meant more than anything to him, and had he known all he had to do is give up alchemy he would have done it the moment the two awoke from that dreadful accident.

Sighing again the young alchemist scanned his surrounding, not noticing anything special in the desert landscape, "GAAh, this is so booring," the he cried. There was nothing to do! 'I want an adventure again' he thought. Many would call him an idiot, a fool for tempting fate, but a year of docile living was torture to the young man. Be careful what you wish for was a saying lost on a being such as Edward Elric. But then again, a domesticated Edward Elric was a disaster waiting to occur.

He set up camp under a couple sparse trees and went about tending his horse. From the corner of his eye he saw a speck of silver. Curiosity edging him further went to examine the sand around the metal. Grinning like a shark the older Elric brother started to clear the area. Coughing as the sand settled he examined the ruins in front of him. A large arch was melded into the ground, strange hieroglyphics engraved in it. The only thing that he could read was a rough Xingese text that said 'Veil'.

Now more curios than anything Ed sat next to it sketching the ruins on an old piece of paper. Accidentally his hand brushed the metal, and to his surprise it started to glow. Ed leaped to the side in surprise and growing excitement and vaguely thought that perhaps he was a masochist. 'I never could leave well enough alone,' was his last conscious thought.

Ed woke to familiar scenery, the expanse of white filled him with dread, and 'I can't be dead!'

"Oh Mr. Alchemist you are most definitely not dead, that would ruin the surprise," the white humanoid being grinned at the human.

"Bastard Truth! What's going on now, I owe you nothing!" Ed was slightly panicking; it was never a good thing to be here. What could have- "AL? Is he alright? What did you do, where is he?"

The truth only frowned at the alchemist. Really, the boys were entirely too obsessed with each other. "Your brother has nothing to do with this, and he is not here. On the other hand, I have a proposition for you," the truth smirked again, trying to get back on topic. The blond only narrowed his eyes but thankfully calmed down. He grunted, and stared at him in impatience.

Grinning again, Truth waved the young man over. "You are aware that there must always be equivalence, yes? What am I saying you are probably the most ironic case of it. As you have heard before, one is all, all is one. I am everything, and I am you." Truth stared at Edward, and went on with his monologue. "The gate leads to many places; your world is only one of them; albeit one of my favorites. I am in charge of many, many worlds. And occasionally, very occasionally, I have messengers, prophets you could say that do me services. They complete a quest and are granted a boon; one of my favorites you could say was a certain hobbit." The being chuckled at the memory, that world had been quite troublesome for Truth, and he had to think of an elaborate plan to create equivalence.

Suddenly behind Ed a large intricate and familiar gate appeared, "this is my proposition, go to one such world and assassinate a being for me. I hate cheaters and this man has found a couple loopholes in the law of equivalent exchange." Ed too had an angry vein throb against his forehead; no one was exempt from the law. "In exchange, you will get your gate of alchemy back. Of course you get to have some terms as well as obey mine."

They were both silent, Edward's mind was ringing. Things were going a bit fast, only twenty minutes ago he was in the desert, and only yesterday he was dining with Ling, "What are your terms if I agree." He was wary yes, but also slightly excited. Again 'Idiot' went through his mind.

"You kill this being thoroughly, for he has split his soul in 7, and you do not die for I will not help you if you do. Other than that you will regain your alchemy, and as always, the Truth"

Ed was thoughtful, a year had taught him to be slightly more political and he wanted an advantage in this other world, "Ok, but these are my terms. You bring me back home without payment, I get to retrieve my belongings in the desert and I get a trip between the two places once. There and back."

It seemed equivalent to Truth, he wanted this done with so he agreed. "Do try to hurry back Mr. Alchemist, the longer you wait the harder he will be to kill. The man I want you to assassinate is, Tom Riddle Marvalo."

There were spells flying everywhere, Deatheaters attacking the young wizards near the middle. Harry Potter, the-boy-who lived was panicking. They were outmatched and the order hadn't arrived. As soon as he thought it there were wisps of white and popping noises. In the chaos all he could see were bright flashes and then there- his godfather was laughing.

"Harry! Take cover!"

They ducked as a curse landed above their heads. This went on for a few precious minutes when Bellatrix cackling voice came near. Harry had just dodged another avada kedavra when he saw the strange Veil light up a luminous blue. He barely saw Bellatrix curse at them when a loud BANG surrounded the room. It was quite, no one moved; not the Deatheaters nor the order members. Serious stood protectively in front of Harry, and the saw the blue light expand then contract suddenly. There, where the gate formerly stood was an unconscious man. No one moved as he slowly raised his head and stared solemnly at everyone. His molten gold eyes almost glowed in the dim lighting. No one moved as he stood and faced the crowd and scowled. And no one definitely moved when the young man, only a couple years older than Harry himself started cursing, "Fuck Truth, some fucking warning could have been helpful!" He glared at the crowd when suddenly, Harry's scar burned and he passed out.

AN/ Heyy peeps, sorry for the wait, no excuse really. But I have to say CRAP! This title has been used before, and I can't think of another pun with fma and hp, grrrr what is one to dooo!