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Al walked close behind him as the brothers entered the wand store. McGonagall promptly sat on a small stool, meant for waiting friends and family, it would seem. After a moment's hesitation, Ed called out,

"Hello?" There was a rustling noise coming from the back, as if someone was untangling themselves from the merchandise. An old man, who's wild white hair made him look as if he'd recently been electrocuted, emerged. His eyes were as weird to Edward as his own were to most other people. They were very nearly colorless, but age and wisdom sparked behind them.

"Ah, another young Hogwarts student, I presume?" the older man asked him, looking him up and down, analyzing him with nothing more than a slightly creepy stare. Ed nodded slowly in response.

"Uh, yeah. I'm Edward Elric, and I-"

"Elric? Trisha Elric's son, then?" Ed was shocked.

"You… knew my mom?" he asked.

"Knew her? I sold her wand to her. I remember it so clearly. Yew, ten inches, with a core of unicorn tail hair. A good wand for a good woman. How is she?"

"She's dead."

An awkward pause hung in the air, so thick that Ed could almost taste it on his tongue. The man appeared to be at a loss for words. Then,

"I'm sorry. She was amazing, simply amazing. Got her wand on her second try. Well," he said, "let's not forget why we are here, shall we? Hold out your wand arm."

Ed figured that by 'wand arm', he meant his dominant hand. Obediently, he held out his right arm, and the old man - whom he now assumed was Olivander - got out a measuring tape, that began to take measurements all on its own.

Okay... So maybe magic was real. He could feel Alphonse's eyes watching him.

"Try this." A long stick - wand - was thrust into his hand, and he gave it a hesitant wave. Several boxes fell off of shelves, and the end of Olivander's robes caught fire.

"No, not quite," Olivander muttered to himself, putting out his robes. "Ah, perhaps this one?"

It went on for a while. Ed found himself counting the number of times he was given a wand, and how many times it was subsequently taken away. 5, 6, 7, 22, 23, 30…

He didn't like knowing that he was not able to get the wand right. He was always good at everything! He gritted his teeth in concentration. He would get this right.

After what felt like an eternity of wand testing, Edward was handed a long wand.

"Willow, demiguise hair core, twelve and a half inches. Wonderful for transfiguration." Olivander announced. As Ed took the wand from him, his entire arm tingled with warmth. A soft glow seemed to envelop his arm and hand.

"Ah, so that's the one," the old man said softly. "You will do great things with that wand, Mister Elric." Ed expanded the wand that he held in his hands. It was just a simple carved piece of wood, nothing spectacular, and yet it held this much power.

The wand was paid for, and the three traveled back to the Pinako's house, Ed lost in thought nearly the entire time. He barely listened when McGonagall told Granny the instructions to get to a train station on September first.

"The closest means of transportation to get to the school is in Muggle London," she explained, "but I can arrange a portkey to get you there."

"Thank you," Granny said. "I will be sure to have Edward ready by then."

They said their goodbyes, and the brothers were left with their neighbors and Den. Winry was excitedly asking the two of them numerous questions.

"How was it? Was it weird? We're there other creatures besides witches and wizards? Did you get a wand? Can I see your wand?"

"Jeeze, Winry," Ed said after enduring this for quite some time, "I don't know what to say! Yes, it was kinda weird, we saw some Goblins, and yes I got a wand." He procured the polished wood with a bit of an over dramatic flourish (as per Ed's usual style), and Winry's eyes grew wide.

"That is so cool!" She gushed. "I wonder how it works..," Ed pocketed it.

"It's like a conductor, or something, I wasn't really paying too much attention." He shrugged. "Let's go do something outside, I'm bored!"

The three blonde children raced outside, Den chasing after them barking loudly. Granny watched them go, smoking her pipe thoughtfully.

"You'd be proud, Trisha," She said to the empty room, gazing at the Elric's house on the hill.

The portkey was different from apparating. It felt like someone had yanked Ed, by the belly button, and he wasn't sure if he'd rather put up with that or the crushing pressure of apparating. He, Granny, and Al (Winry had to stay home to watch over the house) appeared at King's Cross Station in London about ten minutes before the train was scheduled to leave.

"Do you remember how to get to the platform, Edward?" Granny asked him, her arms crossed over her chest, staring up at the blonde boy. He grinned sheepishly, and Al sighed at his older brother.

"Hehe, I might've not been listening… at all." Ed admitted.

"You go through the barrier in between those two platforms there," Granny said, gesturing towards the brick wall. "And yes, I asked the professor. That is the way to get through."

Ed eyed it warily, but the three of them walked towards it none the less. As they did, he saw a pump, red haired woman showing a dark haired boy how to get through the barrier. Ed couldn't believe his eyes as all but one of the red headed children surrounding the woman ran through the bricks, leaving only a small girl behind with the mother. The young alchemist turned to face the elderly woman who had been so good to him and his brother.

"Thanks, Granny," he said, "I'll write to you guys sometime, okay?" Granny nodded, and Ed was pulled into a hug by his little brother.

"Brother! It's going to be so weird without you in Risembool." Alphonse said. "Try not to terrorize the teachers to much, okay." Ed squeezed his brother.

"Okay, Al, I'll try." He said with a smile.

"And drink your milk. You don't want to be a shrimp forever, do you?" Pinako smirked. Ed grit his teeth.

"You should talk, you old hag!" He growled. After a long moment of silence, he bid them a final farewell and stepped through the wall. It was truly a strange sensation.

Edward Elric boarded the train that would take him to his future.

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