Oh god! I'm sorry, I forgot the disclaimer last time! Please excuse my forgetfulness. Also, apparently my underline feature is not working right now, so excuse me if you were confused at the memory bit. So now, if there is a part in between line breaks that is all italics, it's a memory. Sorry for the confusion. Also, thank you to everyone who favorited, followed, and reviewed! You make my day so much better. No, seriously. When I saw your Favorites, Follows, and Reviews, I was crying happy tears. So thank you, again. Now on with the story.

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Who was he? That was the question rolling around in Harry's head as he walked down to potions. He had studied his potions book and the herbology book he bought on a whim, so he knew what was what and combined with this other thing would make what. Hopefully. So when he got down to potions, he was ready.

The potions professor, he thought, looked like an overgrown bat. He wasn't about to voice that opinion, though, if he wanted to avoid making enemies. Which he did, since he never really avoided it in past experiences, and that got him into a lot of trouble. At least that's what he saw in the new memories/dreams.

He ignored half the roll call until Professor Snape got to his name. Then, apparently, he made another enemy.

"Harry Potter, our new…celebrity." Snape said. "Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"It would make a sleeping potion so powerful, it is known as the draught of the living death." Harry answered, annoyance clear in his voice. He really hated people picking on him. Snape frowned as if he wanted Harry to get it wrong.

"Hmmm, and where would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" Snape asked. Harry looked very annoyed now.

"It comes from the stomach of a goat, and can save you from most poisons. However, as a potions master, you should have one in your cupboard." He said, annoyed, yet his voice was calm. Snape was looking more and more frustrated, as though he was looking for something Harry would mess up on.

"Hmmm, and what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" He obviously thought he could trip Harry up with a trick question.

"Why stoop so low as to ask a trick question. There is no difference, and it also goes by aconite." Harry said coolly, trying to tone down his annoyance. That annoyance, however, was conveyed in the beginning of his answer. Snape was fuming at the answer. Partly because he got it right, but also because he was told that he used a very low move.

Potions passed quickly after that, and by the time the class was over, he had a perfect potion. He was still wondering why Snape was picking only on him. He was still very annoyed at Snape, though his annoyance had dissipated some. It was after potions that Malfoy tried to worm his way into his life again. Calling him a midget wasn't the best way to do it, though.

-Flashback-

"So, Midget, I've got a proposition for you: you be friends with me and I'll…."

He, of course, was cut off by Harry, who had only heard the word 'midget'. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING SMALLER THAN ROY MUSTANG'S PAYCHECK?!" Malfoy backed off, remembering something of a small paycheck he had once gotten. He shook it off, and simply said. "You"

Harry's eyes turned gold, and he yelled "DON'T CALL ME SMALL! I'LL BREAK DOWN YOUR FEET AND STICK THEM TO YOUR HEAD!" Needless to say, Malfoy turned tail and ran.

-End Flashback-

When he walked into the Great Hall, he was surprised to see Winry floating by the Gryffindor table. He walked up to her, to politely ask her to move so he could take his seat. He didn't want to walk through her, after all. Even if she is the only ghost in the school who can actually touch things when she wants to. Besides Peeves, that is. However, when he got to the table, she gasped.

"What's wrong, Winry?" He asked. Winry looked at him again, smiling. He was about to ignore it when she said, "You look exactly, exactly like Ed. He looked at the mirror she was holding. His eyes were gold, and his hair was growing at a rapid pace, turning a golden blond as it grew. Winry grabbed him a plate of food and led him to the hospital wing.

"We'll have to see Dumbledore after this. Where's Ron, by the way?" She inquired. Harry shook his head.

"I don't know, last I saw, he was headed for the bathrooms. Said something about being embarrassed. But somehow, I don't think he's in there. Is there a river near here?" Harry said, almost all in one breath. Winry smiled, almost knowingly.

"Like Al would be" she breathed. "There's a river leading to the black lake. Everyone overlooks it, but it's there. Let's go." Winry floated off hurriedly in that direction. Harry grabbed a roll of the plate and followed her, knowing Ron would be there.

He was right, of course. Ron was sitting near the river, but instead of having red hair and blue eyes, he now had dirty blond hair and golden-brown eyes. Winry commented that he "looked a lot like Al" and off they went, to find Dumbledore. He would know what to do.

-This time skip bids you a good day-

When they got to the headmaster's office, Dumbledore was sitting in a chair. Harry saw Winry try to get his attention, but when it wasn't working, she reached for something. Knowing what she was reaching for, somehow, Ron tried to stop her.

"Winry, he's the headmaster. Don't throw things at him!" he said. She sighed and instead went to tap him on the shoulder. Getting his attention, Winry told him of their predicament. Dumbledore hummed quietly and took them to the hospital wing.

In the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey didn't know what had happened, and thus fell back on her usual. Bed rest. Which, apparently, was the perfect time and way to do legitimacy without anyone knowing. So, when everyone was asleep, Dumbledore attempted to get into their minds.

First, he performed legitimacy on Harry. Harry's mind appeared to be a white void of sorts, with 2 figures sitting in front of a stone gate, which bore a tree of sorts with words in a forgotten language carved in the leaves. One of the figures looked a great deal like what Harry now looks like, sharing as they did the same long golden hair and eyes, though this boy wore a smirk. The second figure, however, was completely white, and would have been indistinguishable from the void if not for the black aura around it. The boy stood up and walked forward, drawing attention from the white figure.

"What are you doing in our" here he gestured to the void and the white figure, "mind?" Dumbledore smiled, deciding on how to answer that.

"Something happened and I needed to know what so that I could help Harry. Now, if you could please move so that I can access his mind, I could help him." The boy smirked again and let him through, saying,

"Sure, but beware the Truth." Dumbledore didn't know what that meant, but proceeded anyway, brushing aside the warning as just something to scare him. He tried to open the huge gates of Harry's mind but was stopped by the white figure.

"You cannot enter. You haven't paid the toll."

"What toll? Who are you?" The white figure had an amused smile that was the only feature on its face.

"Who am I? One name you might have for me is the world, or you might call me the universe, or perhaps God, or perhaps the Truth. I am All, and I am One. So, of course, this also means that I am you."

The boy turned around and smiled. "I told you to beware the truth!" he said. "We, well, kinda are one of Truth's own. We have been since the day I turned 10. This boy is no weakling, and if he has a problem, he can deal with it himself!"

Suddenly he was kicked out of Harry's mind. Not wanting to go back in, he turned to Ron. His mind couldn't be that well defended. So he Preformed legitimacy.

Ron's mind seemed to house the same void, the same gate, and the same white figure. Only the second figure, another boy, was different. This boy seemed quieter, with dark golden blond hair and golden-brown eyes. He wasn't smirking, like the other boy was, but seemed to have a kind smile on his face.

The boy got up and walked over to him, kindly posing the same question the other boy did. He responded in turn, saying "There was a problem, and I need to know how to help Ron"

The boy smiled warmly, and Dumbledore thought this might be easier. That is, until the youth spoke.

"Ok, I'll let you through. However, be warned that the Truth isn't so kind."

Dumbledore fled Ron's mind faster than should be humanly possible.

And somewhere deep in the boys' minds, the two blond youths decided it was time. Time to let the boys remember fully. Time to merge with the boys.

-This time skip wants to create a Philosopher's Stone. -

When Harry and Ron finally awoke, they felt….different somehow. Not that they hadn't always felt different, what with the thoughts that they had known some of these people before they met. Now, though, it was like their lives had been a lie. Like they were different people entirely.

Winry was shouting at Professor Dumbledore, though they didn't really pay attention. Harry was busy putting his now-long-and-golden hair back in a braid. He didn't know why, but it felt….better like that. Ron looked at him, struggling with the black hair tie. Seeing Harry like that, a memory flashed before both their eyes. "Brother, let me help with that". Ron looked up from his hands. "Brother, let me help you with that." He said. His voice held a lighter, childish quality to it now. Harry looked up, his hands still working on his braid. Hearing the word "brother" come from Ron was not surprising now, and he felt himself smile. "Yeah, ok." He said.

Winry looked over, smiling with tears in her eyes. Because now she knows, just as Ron and Harry now know, that she has her old friends back. And because Harry and Ron aren't actually Harry and Ron. No, they are Edward and Alphonse Elric.