I got a good bit of feedback from you guys, so thanks, I appreciate it. Well, here's chapter two. Please enjoy! And once again, please try and ignore any spelling mistakes, though if they're truly horrible, please point them out. Oh, and there are Roy x Ed hints, but it's up to you decide if you think it's parental, friendship, relationship, whatever. The birthday and height I got off the official site.

I do not own FMA or Harry Potter.

Chapter Two

After six excruciatingly uncomfortable train rides and a ferry, Ed found himself standing in a rather large room, surrounded by other teachers, only one of which was shorter than him. Flitwick, he believed his name was, and the man didn't even come up to his shoulder. And for one of the first times in his life, he felt uncomfortable around adults. The others, much like himself, hadn't known who was coming. They were probably expecting the man who appeared on their doorstep to be older and, well, taller (though he only admitted that to himself and no one else). And though the attention was currently on another new teacher, he knew that any minute it would be on him. He pulled Roy's jacket closer around himself. By regulation, he had to come in his uniform and teach in it. He'd forgotten the jacket though (Stupid, you're so goddamn stupid, he thought), which Mustang noticed at the last minute, throwing his own at him right before his train boarded. And he'd been planning to take it off the moment everyone saw the fact that yes, he did wear it, but it turned out to be too cold to do so. It almost went to his knees. He always lied when he said he was five five. At most, he was five two, something Winry liked to point out whenever they fought.

"Thank you, Horace," said Dumbledore, clapping politely. He looked exactly the same Edward remember. Talked the same way, too. "I speak for the whole staff when I'm delighted to have you with us again. I'm sure you will teach your students many useful and wonderful things." The other teachers nodded. "And now to introduce the new State Alchemist."

Ed awkwardly unfolded his arms and stood up, much the same as Slughorn had. "Hi," he said, words sticking in his throat. "I'm Edward Elric, Fullmetal Alchemist. Nice to meet you." He sat back down quickly.

"Last time I saw you, you were only twelve," Dumbledore said. "You've grown quite a bit, now that it's been five years." He gave him a warm smile that Ed returned out of instinct. Someone said he grew.

"You're only seventeen?" someone said in surprise. Sprout was her name, something Sprout.

"Sixteen," he corrected. "I'll be seventeen on February third." And this was where the questions would start. Well, the old man would finally get that question answered.

"How are you teaching at such an age?" said McGonagall. Oh yeah, she hadn't believed him the last time she saw him.

"I became a State Alchemist at the age of twelve," he answered. "I've been in the military long enough for a job like this to be open to me." He shrugged. There was pause.

"You must be very skilled then," said someone else, voice like oil. He didn't like it. Severus Snape? That was his name, right? Maybe he should've paid more attention. Roy was always telling him to anyway.

"One of the best there is." It was true; no need to deny it, though part of it was arrogance talking.

"And for that we are all very thankful to have you with us," said Dumbledore, cutting off all other questions. Ed felt slightly grateful. It was better to just end them before they started accidently getting into subjects he'd rather not talk about. They all stood up. Over all, it was one of the quickest meetings he'd ever been to. Everyone seemed to need to prepare something in a sudden burst of hurried activity. Ed stood up as well. "And Edward, I would like to speak to you about what textbook we will be using. The owls go out tomorrow and the book must be on list." With a sigh, Ed followed.

"What book did the others use?" he asked. He hadn't exactly looked into that. And the book he used when he was younger was probably too advanced for people who grew up not knowing the Laws. Here people could just make things out of thin air. It wasn't right.

"There was one published two years ago, Edward. It's the new version." He pulled it off the shelf. A Wizard's Guide to Alchemy, it read, by Bridgette Stevens. Never heard of her. "Well, flip through it and see if it's satisfactory."

All he did was skim, really, but the information seemed accurate enough. It had all the most basic forms of arrays, before getting into slightly harder ones. It was just an information book, luckily, meaning that he'd probably only have to give demonstrations himself and not have to watch the kids have no idea what they were doing. One less annoyance. There were thirty-six chapters in all. Information, information, something about Amestris, infor--what?

Chapter 35: Illegal Alchemy. Subtext: Turing Lead to Gold. Next Subtext: Chimeras Without Supervision of the State. Final Subtext: Human Transmutation. Why would that be in there? He flipped onto the next chapter. Chapter 36: Famous State Alchemists of Amestris. Subtext: Colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist (made sense). Subtext: Major Solf J. Kimblee, the Crimson Alchemist (oh how he hated that guy). Subtext:

"Major Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist!" he half yelled, staring at the page in shock. Dumbledore chuckled. Ed lowered his voice slightly. "I knew I was well known in Amestris, but enough to get into a school textbook taught to wizards in England?" After him was Tucker and the Iron Blood Alchemist.

"Would you like to order another book?" Ed shook his head, still staring at the page as he held it at arms length. Probably the book before this was too outdated and he didn't have time to look for others. He felt oddly embarrassed.

"All the information is correct, except for Human Transmutation, but there's almost no one who get their hands on that subject. The only other inaccurate thing is that I'm not just a Major anymore and Mustang's not just a Colonel." Dumbledore nodded.

Some guy named Filch came and led him off to his room. It was big, and clean, and fine. Ed walked over to the bed and flopped down on it. Next thing he knew, the birds were chirping and pale sunlight was pouring through the window.

Harry sat at the breakfast table with Ron and Hermione, looking at the timetables they were given only moments before. He felt relieved. Potions was still on the list of subjects, meaning he still had the requirements to become an Aurour. But he didn't have Slughorn until tomorrow. Today he had Defense Against the Dark Arts with Snape (goddamn it), Charms, Transfiguration, and the class he had to be in sometime within the next ten minutes.

Alchemy.

"Why did you convince us to take this class with you again, Hermione?" Ron complained. "None of us even need the class. All it's doing is taking up free periods." They started heading off, Harry still chewing a piece of toast.

"Even if you weren't taking the class, you would need those free periods for studying, not relaxation," she said in her usual studying-is-everything voice. Harry smiled a little. "And I've been taking Alchemy since third year, and I always found it fun. I just didn't want to take it alone this time, that's all. Besides, you won't be that far behind. Since there's a new teacher every year, we also go over the basics again."

"And you find reviewing the same information every year fun?" Harry and Ron exchanged a look. Sometimes Hermione seemed a little insane. But before she could find something to retort with, they reached the classroom where she feel completely silent and ushered them into three seats next to each other. The teacher turned around, his name written above him on the chalkboard.

Professor Elric, it read.

"Welcome to sixth year Alchemy," he said, wiping the dust off his hands. All eyes were fixed on him. He looked different than most of the teachers around Hogwarts. Younger, much younger. He looked like he was probably their age, though even that was probably pushing it. That couldn't be right though, because by the time most teachers joined, they were around thirty or something he heard. But in all honesty there was really one word to describe him and that was tiny. It was something he normally wouldn't use, but it was true. Not only was he tiny height wise, but he was pretty tiny the other way too. Was this really the teacher? When he was introduced, it was hard to see exactly what he looked like because of the distance between the tables. "I'm Professor Edward Elric from Amestris. Unlike last year's teacher, I'm an actual State Alchemist and not just a military personal. Nice to meet you."

There was a moment of silence. Professor Elric picked up the attendance sheet. "Just call out 'here' when I say your name. I'll probably pronounce half of them wrong." The first name was said, a Slytherin.

"Here." The list continued.

"Hermione Granger."

"Here!" More names. Harry just waned to put his head down.

"Draco Malfoy."

"Here." More names. Harry's head went down. It was too early in the morning; he wanted to sleep.

"Parvati Patil." His head went up again. He was next, so he mine-as-well prepare to get another 'the Boy Who Lived' thing that he hated so much.

"Harry Potter."

"Here." And so the list continued. He felt amazed. Professor Elric's head didn't even look up from the paper.

"Ronald--I can't say you're last name."

"Here."

"And something Zanbini."

"Here."

"Good, so no one's absent." The teacher put the paper back on the desk and leaned back against the chalkboard. Some girl behind him whispered that he was cute. Harry felt disturbed. "Once you're in this room, forget that magic even exists. What I'm about to teach you here has Laws that must be followed or alchemy isn't possible. But don't worry; I won't make you do much. Just listen to everything I say, do all of the homework, and if I do a demonstration, just pay attention because there will be quite a bit of tests in this class. Take out your textbook and flip to the first chapter." There was flurry of books being pulled from bags and pages turning. Was this going to be another class where all they had to do was read? Like Umbridge's without the bitchy teacher added in? "Equivalent Exchange. That governs the eighty minutes of you life that you spend here every Monday and Thursday.

"Human kind cannot gain anything without giving up something in return. This is the basic principal of alchemy. Nothing just comes out of thin air. For example, you can change grass--" He took some grass out of his pocket and put it on his desk. "--into bread." There was a flash of what looked like blue lightning and what was once grass was now, like he said, a loaf of bread. Shocked silence followed. That wasn't magic? "But you can't change this bread or grass into another substance like soft sand or metal or water because the components don't match up. Alchemy is created by the world and how it works, what makes it turn. My brother and I began practicing when I was only five, and he was four, so we've had quite a bit of experience in the field. This is science, just pure science and manipulation of what allows life on this earth be the way it is. There's only one true way to break the Law of Equivalency, but we won't get into that this early into term. For your homework tonight, begin memorizing the Periodic Table of Elements. Any good alchemist can not only name them, but also sense them. Because of that we have the ability to sense how much material something has to the point that you can turn a human being into a bomb, change air into the deadliest fire, or create a sword out of metal while repeatedly changing that metal's properties. And all of this can be done with knowledge, a bit of talent, determination, and the thing that makes it all possible: a transmutation circle. You can't use it without one." He drew one on the board. "Before I start explaining this, any questions." Immediately, half the class' hands went up. He pointed to one of them.

"Were you really in the military?" they asked.

"I still am in the military," he answered. "That's why I'm in uniform. Any actual questions regarding what I just said?" The hands stayed up, Harry's included. "You, Harry, or whatever you name is." Wow, so he really didn't know who he was.

"How did you do that without that circle?"

"I'd drawn it already before you came into the room." The answer came without even missing a beat. He shrugged and went to the next person. Harry raised himself in his seat slightly. There was no circle on the desk, just bread. The Professor lied. He sat back down.

Something wasn't right.