Okay so, thank you to the two reviewers I've already got! :) Yeah I know that this fic need some work, I found it in a jar of old stories but it was all broken up, I slapped it back together and wanted something to post. I didn't realize how much work it needed until after a reviewer mentioned it so. SORRY. Probably I already know about the plot holes so please be nice if you must comment on them because in actuality I am a much better writer than some of what I post on the site. Just bear with me and let Benji the Plothole Monster wipe away your worries. (Thank you Junodog) At least until I have the time to redo it.

Dumbledore came into the room, leading an irate Winry. "Hi Winry…" Alphonse waved at her slightly.

She stopped in her tracks, staring at the partially destroyed armor. "What happened? Were you two doing something dangerous again? When I get a hold of him…" She muttered glaring at the ceiling.

"I'll take you to see him." Dumbledore said and lifted Al into the air with a charm. Winry stared as they were taken out of the room.

Everyone looked at one another. "That is quite a way to make an entrance." Said Fred at last, taking a seat. Harry, George, Ron and Sirius laughed nervously.

Winry opened the door to the room stridently. She walked over to where Edward was lying still under the covers quickly, and, rushing to inspect the damage, yanked back the covers.

"Oh my god." She gasped, putting a hand to her mouth. "The port, the, he. Oh no." Dumbledore walked over to her, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"We'll make sure we have all you need, you can do the surgery when he wakes up." Winry managed a nod, staring up at the kind face.

"Could you get my grandmother?" she squeaked, staring down at the empty shoulder, "I have never done a surgery on my own." Dumbledore nodded and swiftly left the room.

…

Harry, Hermione, and Ron were all sitting in Ron's room the next morning talking. "That was some excitement last night." Ron said, stretching out lazily on one of the beds.

Hermione glared at him, "That poor boy! Do you think he'll be okay?" She was clutching a book to her chest and staring out the door.

Harry didn't say anything. He was remembering his own experience with the cruciatus curse. Hours of that… you'd go mad. The parents of one of his friends had lost their minds that way when death eaters had interrogated them for information about Voldemort.

Alphonse walked in, now fully repaired. "Is it all right if I sit in here with you? I can't just sit out in the hall alone this time."

Hermione leapt to her feet, making room for him, "Of course, that's fine. How did you get fixed?" She sat down next to Ron.

"Ron's mom fixed me up with a charm. It surprised me; Brother's the only one who…" Alphonse trailed off staring at the ceiling.

"When does his surgery start?" Harry asked, looking over at him reassuringly. Alphonse drew his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them.

"It started about an hour ago." Ron and Hermione glanced at each other and then back at Harry.

"But Dumbledore said it was like the cruciatus curse, it is impossible to suffer that amount of pain without screaming." Al winced, curling up tighter.

"He was silent for most of the surgery last time too; and he was only eleven. But it deals with nerves so he has to be awake and not anaesthetized. They have to connect each of his nerves to a synthesized connection." Alphonse whimpered as a low groan filtered through the wall.

Edward grimaced, biting down on his tongue hard as he struggled to keep from making noise. Even that small motion made Winry wince. Grandma Pinako looked at him sympathetically, "You don't have to be strong for us Ed. It's alright to feel pain." Edward shook his head, clenching his hand on the covers; his knuckles turned white.

They sighed, recoiling as a single moan escaped his lips. Edward felt as if he was being electrocuted, pain followed the line of his shoulder, tracing the old scars into his chest. Finally his world faded into one impulse in the waves of pain. Don't cry out.

…

A circle of yellow light stabbed his eyes and he shut them tight. Agony was spurting down his back and his shoulder. His right arm was missing, destroyed in battle. He levered himself up into a sitting position, glancing around the room.

"Ow. Hello?" Ed moaned, putting a hand to his shoulder and looked around. The room was empty, and unfamiliar. He was lying in a surprisingly comfortable bed. Surprising, because the last thing he remembered was Scar shattering his arm.

"Brother?" cried Alphonse, bursting into the room. He dashed over, crushing Ed in a tight hug. "You're alright!"

"Yeah… I just can't breathe…" He spluttered, pushing against the armor. Al released him, and sat on the end of his bed. "What happened, Al? Where's Scar? Where are we?"

"You're awake!" This voice was Winry's multiple sets of footsteps hurried down the hall, bursting into the solemn room. Winry was followed by Pinako and a whole heard of red-heads that he had never seen before; behind them trailed a tall black haired teenager and a mousy girl around the same age who had bushy brown hair.

"Hi…" Edward's voice trailed off as he was overwhelmed by the number of people that were now crowded around him.

One of the red-heads, a plump kind looking woman with a smiling face, stepped forward saying, "Oh dear, I am so glad you are awake! Everyone was so worried!" She rushed over, also hugging him.

Ed froze, tensing under her, but she didn't notice. When she released him, he asked, "I'm sorry but, who are you people?" A chuckle roamed around the room.

Dumbledore came into the room, "Hello, Mr. Elric. My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Ed squinted at the familiar man, "Wait, were you that bloke that came to visit our teacher?" He asked, recalling a particularly memorable day when their alchemy teacher had unceremoniously thrown an elderly visitor out of the house and chased him down the street with her alchemy.

Dumbledore chuckled again, "Yes, Mrs. Curtis always was opinionated when it came to magic. She said it was a crutch for people who were too stupid to learn alchemy."

"That sounds like her." Alphonse laughed. After quite a few introductions and an unfortunate incident of Fred calling Ed short (WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT HE'S TWO DIMMENSIONAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Winry helped Ed attach the arm she had repaired for him and walked him down into the kitchen for breakfast.

The next few weeks went quickly, spent cleaning up the house. Sirius, who Edward had taken quite a liking to, got moodier and moodier as summer drew to a close.

On the very last day of the holidays Harry was sweeping out Hedwig's cage as Edward flipped through one of the books he had had to read in order to start in the fifth year as he was supposed to, when Ron entered the bedroom they all shared carrying three thick envelopes.

"Booklists have arrived," he said, tossing Ed his. Harry climbed down from the chair he was on and took his own. "About time too, I thought they'd forgotten they usually come much earlier than this." Ed who had no frame of reference, shrugged.

Edward opened his letter, inside were three sheets of paper. The first one was a letter from Dumbledore.

Hello Mr. Elric, I am truly pleased that you have chosen

To come to Hogwarts despite your teachers disapproval.

To help you avoid unnecessary embarrassment Professor McGonagall

Will be arriving at number twelve at five 0' clock on August 31st

To sort you into your school house. She will explain what this is if you

Do not already know. Your lessons will begin this Saturday, if you are prepared.

Yours truly

Albus Dumbledore