Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or Harry PotterChapter 2

Light filtered through the window, highlighting the dust particles that sifted through the air. Sun rays angled towards Edward's face, warming him, but also waking him. A frown started to form as Ed slowly woke from his sleep. Blocking the sun with his hand, Ed opened his eyes, glaring at the uncovered window letting the light in.

Sitting up, he let his eyes adjust to the dim light. Looking around he saw where he was; he saw that things hadn't changed.

"So it wasn't a dream…" Ed trailed off. He thought to himself for a minute, and then hopped out of bed. Striding to the window, he gazed outside. People had gathered and walked up and down the streets. Almost all of them wore robes of many different hues and colors, some even had matching hats.

"They're still in robes…" Ed observed, still wondering if these people really were witches and wizards, and pondering on if any of this was real. He sighed and turned around, looking over everything.

He didn't have any bags with him, so he didn't have any other clothes to change into. The money pouch that Dumbledore gave him sat on the nightstand beside his bed. His red traveling draped over the edged of his bed.

"At least I'll blend in." Ed said to himself as he pulled his cloak on and picked up the bag. At the moment, he had important matters to attend to; his stomach grumbled, hurrying him on.

He reached the bottom of the stairs and looked around. His eyes widened at what he saw. All around him he saw things he knew to be impossible, but he saw them all the same. A man in the back corner of the room twirled his finger in the air, and beside him a spoon was twirling in time with his finger in a cup of tea. Kids at a round table played an odd game that involved dice and sticks that floated and twirled in the air. What struck him the most as strange was the picture in a newspaper a woman was holding. The picture showed a team on broomsticks, but the picture wasn't still. Instead it showed the team on broomsticks floating in the air and dodging high-speed balls.

The old man in front of him, caught and held his attention. Ed recognized the old man as Dumbledore, the man who so kindly gave him a purse full of gold coins. Setting down his tea and newspaper, Dumbledore motioned for Ed to visit his table. Not wanting to be rude, Ed did as he ordered.

"I already ordered an egg and biscuit for you. I hope you don't mind," Dumbledore said turning towards Edward as he sat in his hard wooden chair. Ed stared at him for a moment confused.

"No, not at all…" Ed paused, "Um… Were you expecting me? Did I need to come earlier?"

Dumbledore smiled, "Oh no, not at all. I find the breakfast here to be very fulfilling, and thought that some company would be nice as well," Dumbledore paused as well, "Unless of course, you wish to eat alone?"

"No. I don't mind." Edward was silent, feeling slightly awkward in his situation. He continued to look around the room. Out of the corner of his eye, however, he noticed Dumbledore observing him over the rim of his blue teacup as he drank the brew.

Before Ed's observation was complete, the breakfast meal floated over to the table. It fell from the air, and landed safely with a slight 'thump!' causing Ed to jump in his seat.

"Jumpy this morning?" Dumbledore chuckled as he placed his napkin in his robed lap. Ed ignored him as he stared at his food, salivating. Picking up his fork, immediately broke into his egg.

The two were silent at the table as they began their meal. However halfway along Dumbledore started to break out the questions.

"How old are you, Edward? You seem much too young to be out of school," the old man asked politely. Ed choked on his swallow of orange juice. Mentally he was laughing at the comment. He seemed much too young to join the military, and that was four years ago!

"I'm sixteen," Ed replied when started to breathe again. Why does he care about my age?

"Oh really?" Dumbledore suddenly seemed intrigued, "Then I wonder why I haven't seen you as a student in school… You'd be starting your sixth year at the beginning of the year, I would have noticed you by now."

Edward placed his fork down and looked at the wrinkled man in front of him, confused. "You lost me."

"You see, I'm the Headmaster of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Edward looked at him, his brows furrowing together. He's mentioning that wizard stuff as well. Is it possible for both him and Harry to be crazy? But nevertheless, Ed saw the ploy in front of him.

"I'm not going to any school," he said defiantly. He couldn't afford it. Going to school cost time, and he needed as much of it to figure out where he was, and how he could get back home. He couldn't waste time doing homework, going to class, and possibly serving detention.

"Now don't say that when you haven't been there before!" Dumbledore leaned forward, putting on a persuasive smile and speaking with a salesman's voice. He did a decent job of it too. "The campus surrounding the school, and not to mention the school itself, is expansive and beautiful! Being a sixth year you can visit the exciting town of Hogsmeade. There are all sorts of shops there. Clothes shops, tea shops, candy shops, book shops, there is even a haunted mansion." Dumbledore paused here, trying to decipher Ed's expression.

Ed's attention was caught at the book store, and didn't go any further than that. He looked up at the mere mention of book, causing Dumbledore to mistake his sudden interest. But it didn't matter; a bookstore was a bookstore, no matter how you looked at it. And in that store: books! And with books came information, and with information a way to get home could be derived!

"And the school itself is fantastic! The class sizes aren't very big, and the teachers are masters in their work. Out of the whole Wizarding community, you couldn't find any better teachers. The resources available to the students are overwhelming! Potion equipment and ingredients; greenhouses filled to the brim with plants; an expansive library open to the students with almost every topic imaginable; a Quidditch pitch to have recreation-"

"Wait, wait, wait." Edward's attention was caught again. It didn't go much farther than the library this time, he didn't even know what Quidditch was, much less cared. "How big is this library?"

"I would have to say it's much larger than any bookstore you would find," Dumbledore boasted, unaware of how much his words affected Ed's decision.

"And it's all open for student use?" Ed asked even more intrigued.

"Well there is a section of books that are blocked off, unless the student as a professors permission of course."

"But you can still get in there?" Ed was leaning further into the table, absorbing every word the professor said.

"With permission, yes," Dumbledore emphasized the permission part. He still wasn't sure if it got through; Ed seemed lost in thought.

A library… almost exactly like a bookstore…but free! Edward thought on that fact, and was at a decision quickly. He didn't have the money to keep buying books, so why not go to school were its free and the selection is that much larger! He wasn't excited about spending most of his time in class and doing homework, but if it was the price to pay. Less time, bigger library. Equivalent Exchange.

"When does the term start?" Ed asked looking up at the professor. Dumbledore looked delighted, but also slightly confused at the news. Not many students were sold on going to school because of it library.

"September. I'm glad you've decided to come. I'll have an owl come and send your supply list and schedule. Of course, your schedule will be a little thinner than everyone else's at the moment. You still need to have your job decision. Regardless, you better hurry in getting your supplies, it's not going to be too much longer before school starts. I'll talk to the teachers and tell them not to worry about your summer assignment. Three weeks before school and having to do all of your summer assignments would be rather cruel don't you think?" Dumbledore laughed and stood up from the table. "The money I gave you yesterday should be enough for all of your books, with some left over I'm sure. That is, if you haven't spent it all already! But if you need anymore please feel free to owl me." Dumbledore started to walk away.

"No wait! I can't accept you money!" Ed said getting up from the table knocking it slightly on his way up. Dumbledore continued on waving his hand as if to say 'don't worry about'.

After being frightened by an owl pecking at him with a letter on its foot, Ed soon found himself in a bookstore. He browsed through the isles slowly and hesitantly. He found this year's book he needed, but it was the previous material he wasn't sure about. He couldn't buy all the books that prelude his sixth year book. He had a fixed budget; he couldn't afford to buy them all. Not only that, he didn't even know which books the teachers assigned!

The bell on the door jingled as another customer slid inside. Ed didn't look up from his position in the Beginner's Magic isle. In his hand he flipped through pages of an open book, reading bits and pieces. Step by step instructions littered each page, and each tutorial mentioned some different arm movement or pronunciation. But each one mentioned using a wand.

That was one device Edward wasn't sure about. Still being skeptical about the whole magic idea, Edward had his doubts on the authenticity of magic and how it was used. He had much less faith in the idea of a wand.

"What are you doing in the Beginner's Section? You're a sixth year now right? You don't need to look at first year books." Ed looked up realizing he was being addressed. Standing at the beginning of the isle was Ron Weasly.

Ed paused for a moment. "I'm just transferring in; I want to make sure I didn't miss any previous material."

"Trust us, you haven't missed anything. You're transferring into your sixth year, Dumbledore must have thought you knew something," Harry said stepping from behind a bookshelf with a pair of books in his hands.

"It never hurts to look over past materials," Hermione voice came from behind a row of books two aisles over.

"You probably look over them everyday, Herminone," Ron said turning his head towards the sound of Hermione's voice. His lips morphed into a smirk on his freckled face, and his eyes laughed.

Hermione started to remark on Ron's school performance, but Harry stepped forward causing Ed to focus his attention on him. Ed noted that Harry had his hand in his pocket like the day before.

"If you want, you can borrow my old books. I don't use them," He said it quietly and looked over his shoulder towards the cashier who was looking over in their direction.

Ed put his hand in his pocket and felt the coin purse. There wasn't much money left and he still had more supplies to get. "That'd be helpful. Thanks." Ed said quietly with sincerity. He didn't like that Harry didn't trust him, but he appreciated his help. He'd need as much as he could get in this world.

Putting away the first year book, Ed took the rest of his supplies and went to the counter. Without question, the young brown haired cashier checked out the books and asked for the money. Ed pulled out his coin purse and opened the draw string. He looked in and saw nothing but gold coins stacked upon each other. He stared into the bag and realized he had no idea what the money system was like.

"You do have enough money, right?" the cashier asked skeptically. Ed glared up and the man who had a protective hand on top of his books. He looked back down and the pulled out five of the gold coins. He reasoned that gold was worth a lot where he came from, why wouldn't it be the same? Placing the coins on the counter, he eyed the cashier. The man eyed him questionably. Pushing back three of the coins towards Edward, the cashier took the remaining two. Taking a cloth bag, he gently placed the book on top of each other and then handed the bag towards Edward. He opened the register and took out two silver coins and one bronze one. Placing them on top of the two gold coins that still lay on the counter, he said, "Your change, sir. Have a nice day." The cashier looked at Ed strangely, like he was some sort of walking disease. Ed swept the remaining coins into his purse and grabbed his bag. Swinging it over his shoulder, he made his way towards the door.

Harry was not very far behind Ed as he exited the shop. Ed stopped and turned to look at Harry. "Are you sure you don't mind me borrowing your books?" he asked.

"Not at all. I don't use them anymore. You can have them. If I ever need to look up an old spell, I'll just ask Herminone." Harry responded.

"Yeah, she's like a walking encyclopedia." Ron added as he stepped from the door. Ed looked through the shop window and saw that Hermione at the counter with a particularly large stack of books in front of her. Harry laughed.

"So where can I pick up your books?" Ed asked, unsure if he should laugh at Ron's comment. He looked between the two; both had their hands in their pocket.

"I can send a couple of owls over with the package. Where are you staying?"

"The Leaky Cauldron, Room 307." Ed said, still wondering how an Inn and pub could get such a name.

"Okay, I'll send it later on tonight. Just keep your windows open." Harry advised. He looked over Ed's shoulder as Hermione exited the shop with two extra bags than everyone else. Harry and Ron gave her a questionable look.

"What? It's not my fault that I'm taking more classes than you." Hermione defended herself.

"Or having a light read every now and then." Ron said eyeing the amount of books in each bag.

"What's wrong with that?" Ed butted in, feeling slightly insulted in this conversation.

"See! Thank you Edward," Hermione said, looking at Ed with an enlightened look in her eye.

It was not long after that Ed and the other three split up. Ed went off to find his other equipment. Harry, Ron, and Hermione found a table to sit on and conversed. They chose a table in a corner between two brick buildings. They sat facing out towards the passing crowd, keeping an eye on suspicious looking characters. They did not want anyone else sneaking up on them like last time.

"Ed certainly is a strange character." Ron said right off. He sat between Harry and Hermione and eyed a man with a deep green robe, taking a long gulp from his small cup of tea.

"Why do you think he was in the beginning magic section?" Harry asked. "Don't you think his teacher would've taught him everything?"

"His excuse is legitimate. There is a good chance that his teacher taught him different spells at a different rate than us." Hermione replied. She started to pull out a book from the cloth bag and pretended to read as she kept watch on the crowd.

"But then why wouldn't his teacher send a letter to Dumbledore asking about the material he missed?" Ron argued.

"Why wouldn't his teacher finish teaching him? Ed couldn't have finished his education there, if he's coming to Hogwarts." Harry wondered. He thought about all of the different possibilities.

"Maybe his teacher his sick, or died?" Ron bluntly offered. It was a sad thought to think, but very plausible. Hermione shook her head.

"Unless it was by some sort of sudden attack or disease, then I find that hard to believe. If his teacher knew he was sick and would die, then the responsible thing to do is mail Dumbledore and then he sends Ed there."

"Perhaps he ran away?" Harry asked quietly. He didn't trust Edward, but he felt a common bond. He didn't know, but he had a feeling that Ed didn't have any family around. If the only place that took him in and treated him poorly, then Harry could understand wanting to leave. It was kind of like him and the Drusely.

"I don't think we'll know just by guessing," Hermione sighed. She put down her book and placed it back in her bag. "We'll just have to keep an eye on him," she said this, as if it would be easy.

Later that night, the wand making shop known as Ollivander's door opened, letting in a short blonde male. A cool breeze rushed into the musty room, causing some of the dust to stir around Ed's boots, only just slightly. Shutting the door, Ed looked around the empty room in hopes of finding the shop owner. Lining the walls, thin boxes stacked upon each other reached the ceiling. Ed assumed wands lay inside.

After dinner, two owls, one snowy owl and one small brown one, carried a large package. Opening the package, Ed found the promised books. Looking through them, he noticed the recurring mentioning of a wand. Thinking back to the childhood stories, Ed remembered how the wizards had staffs and wands in order to channel their magic.

Now, here Ed was, looking for his own wand in order to make "magic".

Behind the counter, a tall thin man appeared. He looked at Ed curiously as he greeted him, "Welcome to Ollivander's, how may I help you?" Before Ed could reply, the old man continued on.

"Looking for a wand I presume?" In a quick flowing motion Ollivander met Edward as he walked across the wooden floor. Holding out his hand, Ollivander asked, "I am Ollivander, and you are?" The old man eyed Edward as they shook hands, almost as if he was some sort of oddity.

"Edward Elric," Ed replied, giving the same look at the wand maker.

"Elric? I don't believe I have ever given a wand to an Elric before." Ollivander now looked at Edward with curiosity, "Hmmm… No matter." Ed gave the man an even stranger look, and one filled with skepticism as Ollivander started to circle around Ed.

"You see Mr. Elric, I remember everything about the wands I make, including the people who buy them. I remember it all." Here Ollivander made a full circle; he had a smile on his face. "Your wand arm please."

Not sure what arm that would be, Ed raised up his dominant arm.

Ollivander pulled out a long tape measure from his pocket and started to measure the arm. Unsure of what was going on, Ed watched the man intently as he walked a circle around him. It wasn't until Ed saw a quick yellow movement from the corner of his eye did he realize that Ollivander had left behind his device as he strolled around. This sudden distraction kept him from watching Ollivander as he started to pull off his white glove, until it was almost too late.

"What are you doing?" Ed asked, turning his attention to old man beside him, giving him a warning stare.

"The glove needs to come off. The extra millimeters in the cloth will throw off all of the calculations need to provide you with a wand."

"Then take off a few millimeters from the result," Ed responded gravely. He had a sure feeling that automail was not something wizards saw everyday. In fact he did not even know if it existed in this wizarding world or not. He didn't want to take the chance.

"Relax Mr. Elric. I already know that your hand isn't made of flesh and bone," Here Edward grew even tenser. He didn't like how this man already knew about his automail, or how calmly he was reacting to it. People in Amestris acted surprised when they see someone with automail, and it was more common there than here. Seeing Ed tense up, Ollivander continued, "Your handshake gave it away. Many people might not notice it, but your hand is much stiffer."

Ed relaxed a bit and allowed Ollivander to take off his glove, though he kept his attention on him, and eyed the tape measure warily. Here however, Ollivander started to react to the automail.

His eyes grew wider as he saw the metal and the many intricacies involved. They grew even more when he saw how the metal continued from his hand all the way up underneath his sleeve. With two hands, Ollivander bent the arm back and forth, one hand on the shoulder, where he felt the metal ended, and the other on the wrist. It was obvious that he did not suspect this much metal.

"It moves just like a regular arm, old man," Ed said, slightly annoyed at how this felt like he was at an automail convention.

"So it does. Quite fascinating in fact. It will prove to be a challenge," Ollivander said, letting go of his arm and turning towards the wall. The tape measurer took its place and started to measure him. The first measurement it took was Ed's height; instinctively Ed straightened his back and tried to seem taller. He wasn't going to be told by a tape measurer that he was short.

Ollivander turned his back and walked towards the shelves of wands on the opposite wall. Ed turned his head to see if he could figure out the measurement of how tall he was. Upset by the sudden shift of movement, the tape measure snapped at him, much like how someone would snap a towel at someone else. "Keep still, Mr. Elric, this will be difficult enough with your metal arm, let alone you moving around…" Ollivander trailed off has he reached up for a wand box just out of his reach. Ed was still trying to figure out how the old man got the box down without touching it.

"Oak nine inches dragon heartstring, good for charms, though flimsy," Ollivander said pulling the wand from its box and sticking it front of Edward. "Just give it a wave," He said making a swooshing motion with his arms. Ed was about to do as he was told, but Ollivander quickly took it away.

"No, no, not that one. Hm, yes this one, Maple twelve inches, phoenix feather, particularly good for transfiguration," He handed it to Ed, but quickly took it back.

"I can already tell that one wasn't for you. This one, might do it," He held up another wand, but without saying a word placed it back into its box and rummaged around for another wand box.

Minutes were ticking by, and Ed was wondering if he would ever get what he came in for. Coming back from the back wall, this time, Ollivander had only one box in his hand. "Your metal arm has made this quite difficult, but I am never one to back down from a challenge. Try this wand." Ollivander opened the box, and held it out for Edward to pick up the stick.

Reaching for it, Edward paused before he picked up the wood. Tired of having what was offered to him, being taken away, the young man eyed the aging one who was smiling confidently. "Eleven inches, Unicorn hair, very good at transfiguration," Ollivander said as he watched Ed pick up the wand. He noticed a light tingling going up his metal arm that otherwise felt nothing. He dimly thought about it as he waved his arm in an over-exaggerated swooshing motion. The wand sparked out a beautiful array of gold, and red sparks. Ed's eyes widened at what he saw.

"Beautiful," Ollivander said, quite happy he finally found a wand for Edward.

Ed lowered his arm and looked over the wood in his hands, having a hard time comprehending what he had just done.

"We finally found a wand that chose you, Mr. Elric," Ollivander said, sounding quite pleased with his work.

"So how much do I owe you?" Ed asked quietly still eyeing the wood. He would have to take a closer look at it later.

"Ten Galleons," Ollivander said. Ed took out ten of the round gold pieces, and handed them to Mr. Ollivander. Ed was about to leave when Mr. Ollivander started to talk to him again.

"Your not from around here are you Mr. Elric?" Ollivander asked. Ed turned around and saw him standing in the middle of the room once again empty room.

"What do you mean?" Ed asked not sure if he was referring to the city or this world.

"Your not from around London are you? And maybe not even Europe. Please tell me Mr. Elric where are you from?" Ollivander asked.

"I live in the country, right outside of London," Ed said hoping London was a city and not a continent.

"How many miles? North, south, east, or west?" Ollivander continued to ask.

"Why does it matter?" Ed asked.

"Because I think you're lying to me. I don't think you live outside of London, or in Europe,"

"Why do you say that?" Ed asked, he was starting to wonder if it was that obvious that he wasn't around here.

"Your accent. And your arm," Ollivander said, "The technology in your arm hasn't been invented yet in this world. I think it would be best if you keep it covered," Ollivander warned. "And there is one other reason as well: you didn't wait for your change." Taking two strides, he caught up with Edward who had reached the door. Ollivander handed him his change, but didn't bother explaining the monetary system. The metal currency pinged as they hit Ed's automail.

"Thanks for the warning," Ed said, as he put his hand back into his pocket. He put on his glove as he walked out of the store. He stopped a few steps outside of the store. He looked back and saw Mr. Ollivander hidden somewhere within the store. So someone knows I'm not from here. Would he tell anyone? Would anyone believe him? Ed sighed. I guess I'll find out. Ed turned and started to walk towards the Leaky Cauldron. He would have to do a lot of studying tonight.

Author's Note: Well I finally finished revising the second chapter. The original third chapter has now been combined with this one. I wouldn't expect the next chapter to be redone anytime soon.