So, yeah.

The elderly women knocked swiftly once and a light voice answered with a, "Come in."

The door was opened and Envy and I were led into large circular room filled with the oddest assortment of treasures I had ever seen. But what seemed to stand out the most was the man standing in front of a large desk, smiling happily with twinkling blue eyes that lied behind half-moon spectacles.

He had a long, wispy beard that reached his middle. He was wearing a fine set of blue robes that only seemed to enlighten his eyes even further. It feels like I'm look at a man from a children's storybook. I almost scoff, but I just manage to hold it back.

"Ah, hello Professor McGonagall," The old man spoke in a chipper but stern voice that called for a certain authority and respect that Colonel Mustang always seemed to lack. "I see you've brought some guests?" he continued.

"Yes, and they just insisted on seeing you. They seem quite desperate, Albus," She answered shortly after. So this is Dumbledore? He looks at us for a few good seconds before speaking again, "I see, well then I shall speak to them. Oh, and could you inform Professor Snape I would like to see him at the latest inconvenience?"

Professor McGonagall nodded solemnly and bowed herself out of the room, her emerald robes flowing close behind.

"So," The man directed towards us, "how may I help you young men?"

"Sir, I'm sorry this is so sudden and everything, but we were told to come here and ask you for assistance," I decide offhandedly that trusting this man is essential, so I figure I will tell him. "Have you ever heard of The Truth?" I straighten my back while asking officially in such a tone that he will take me seriously.

"I have heard tales of Truth, yes, but I never thought to take them seriously," he frowns as he replies. I nod understandingly.

"He sent us here, to you. My name is Edward Elric, and this is Envy," I say gesturing to the sin next to me who was quietly gazing out the window.

"And you don't belong here," Albus says bluntly.

I blink rapidly, "We don't. We're from a different world, and the only way to get back is to do the job he has for us, which is to come here and watch over a boy named Harry Potter. Do you happen to know him?"

"I do, he is a student here." I'm sure my face lights up because Dumbledore continues in a more grave tone, "But I can't just trust anyone with Harry."

"I don't expect you to trust me right away, sir, but this is something I have to do. I need to get home." I say practically begging, my eyes pleading like a hungry puppy.

"I see. Why is it you need to get home so quickly?" he asks out of what I guess is harmless curiousity.

I sigh, "In my world, we have alchemy instead of magic. I am an alchemist working for the state. If I don't get home soon, I'm sure my paperwork will be taller than I am..." He nods, and I hear Envy laugh beside me and mumble something along the lines of 'won't be a very big stack then.' I almost jump him and pound his face in, but I hold back my anger and manage to only grunt in held back frustrational anger. Envy giggles.

I straighten up again. "And my brother is back at home alone. He needs me," I finish sadly while strengthening my gaze on the old man. I need him to understand we have to do this, he has to trust me, or I'm fucking screwed.

"And him?" Dumbledore ask while turning his gaze to the quiet Envy.

Envy's head snaps up to meet his eyes, "I just want to go home." Envy shrugs and looks back out the window where a bird is skimming the horizon.

"Ah, well I don't see why you both can't pose at students," Dumbledore says while placing his index finger to his cheek thoughtfully. "But you need to understand a few things about Harry before you go off trying to protect him."

I grin and nod vigorously. He chuckles softly and goes to sit behind his desk. Once seated, he pulls out a long, slim stick of wood. I watch as he waves it once, and two plush chairs appear at the foot of his desk. My eyes widen, this is magic, eh? I shake my head and sit down.

Envy does not seem to notice what is going on around him, but he needs to hear whatever we are about to be told, so I inform him to come sit and listen as well.

"Now, you know our world is a magical one. There are wizards and witches. Where you are at right now is a school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and here is where we train students at magic," Dumbledore begins.

I, along with Envy, listen intently as he relays the past which included a number of things such as the dark wizard, Voldemort.

"12 years ago, Voldemort tried to kill Harry when he was merely a baby. He used a killing curse, but somehow it failed and he was vanquished instead. A man named Sirius Black was one of his many followers murdered a number of people and was sent to Azkaban, our wizard prison. Recently, Black escaped and it is believed he will try to kill Harry out of revenge for his defeated master. If you are being asked to protect Harry, I suspect it is from him."

"Then we will do everything we can to protect him from Black," I reply with a jerk of my head that resembles a stern nod.

"Well then I will supply you with the necessary needs to stay here at Hogwarts and to pose as students. I trust you are both trained well enough to watch over Harry. I will have to drop you off at the Leakey Cauldron until the start of term."

"What if we can't do magic," Envy asks with a slight annoyed frown. I hadn't even thought of that and suddenly, I am frowning too. "I don't think Truth would send us here, a magic school of all places, if we couldn't," I say trying to sound less hopeful, and more like sure that my words are true. I figure we are in silent agreement, because no more is said on the matter.

Dumbledore is twiddling his wand in his fingers which makes me slightly nervous, and now I get why. I, all of a sudden, feel nauseous. Like someone is trying to dig a tunnel straight through the center of my forehead to my complex mind. Envy shifts uncomfortably next to me as well. An invasive force shoves its way through any walls I try to create. It claws its way deeper into my mind. Thoughts and memories that were locked away try to resurface. I push them back with a dizzying force and slam whatever is in my mind straight out. I glare hard at Dumbledore, shooting him a look from my eyes that says, 'I know what you're doing, so fucking quit it before I shove my foot up your ass.'

I stand, which makes my vision slightly swim, "we better head off to wherever," I say abruptly, making him have to stop his feeble attempts. I chance a glance at Envy, which tells me he didn't get too far in his mind either. Good.

Dumbledore facial expression does not give away whatever he is feeling when he realizes whatever stupid trick he was pulling fails. "Then let us be off," he said.

And so we went. Floo-ing to the Leaky Cauldron, which I dislike instantly as soon as I know it is by fireplace. The flames lick my skin like a lapdog as feel like I am swirling down a toilet.

Once there, Dumbledore books us a 2 bed room to stay on until we have to board the train to Hogwarts in a week. I'm not looking forward to that, I hate trains rides.

The Leakey Cauldron is dim and rickety and the caretaker, Tom, is nice but creepy. I've stayed in worse places though, so I do not complain.

Dumbledore provides us with enough money for supplies, and a list of the actual supplies themselves. He smiles before disappearing with a pop, back to Hogwarts I suppose.

I am now sitting on a comfortable bed in a dingy room, having just eaten a nice dinner that was served by Tom who had on a toothless smile the whole time. Our room is an alright size, with two beds, side by side, with only a small night stand separating the two. A dark wood wardrobe is in the corner of the room. Inside it is empty, since we obviously have no clothes at all. Sometime this week, we'll have to purchase some…

I notice Envy staring at me with interest held in his bright purple eyes. He is lying contently on his side while propping himself up on his elbow and resting his cheek in his palm. "What?" I ask while stifling a rather vicious growl that tries to escape my throat.

He smirks, "Calm down, runt, I was just wondering if you noticed what that old guy did."

All anger leaves, for I'm curious too, "Yeah, it was pretty fucking weird."

"I think he was trying to read our minds…" Envy says with an edgy bitterness on his tongue.

"So that's why my brain felt like it was being invaded by aliens. He didn't get very far."

"I figured. What a dumb old fucker," he says while rolling his eyes and grinning.

I can't help but laugh and shake my head. I sink down into the bed with a sigh. This was an extremely long, tedious day.

Envy rolls over, facing away from me. I flick off the lamp on the nightstand and crawl under the covers. Finally, I have time to think.

I wonder about Al, and how he is doing. I can't remember what was happening before we got here, which I find a bit worry some. I hope the Colonel is looking after him. That's all I can do for now, is hope. And there's the fact that there is a crazy sin five feet away that has caused me physical harm on more than one occasion. I find how hard it is to breathe when I keep thinking about how close he is. Why did it have to be him? Calm down, I can't think about this now. I push thought of Envy to the back of my mind and attempt to count sheep to help me go to sleep faster.

Eventually I begin to slowly drift off, but before I do I hear soft voice call out through the bleak darkness of the heavily aired room, "Goodnight Edo."

I smile and curiously wonder where the voice is coming from before I fall asleep fully.

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