I should've mentioned this before, but I'm combining things from the first anime and the manga. So, if something confuses you and you have thought that they did 'this' when I wrote that 'that' happened, just ask, and I'll let you know if I made it up, or if it was in the anime/manga.

Also, because I can't write people falling in love (not well anyway) Roy and Ed would have gotten together before the start of my story and before the end of the first anime. So, we'll just have awkward meetings. XD

Also, I'm American, so anything about Europe in this story; I'm getting from Wikipedia and my parents…if they know the answer. Sorry if I screw things up, please tell me and I will go back and fix them.

Starting this chapter once someone is in London, all speech that is in German will be in italics. Any English will be normal.
Ex)
"English"
"German"
"French" (only this chap…prolly)
but it will also be emphasis and such, so use your judgment. If someone speaks English while in Amestris, it's in italics. Ed and Roy know English fluently. Everyone else doesn't.


Not What it Seems
Traveling

"Where are we?" Wrath asked. Envy was getting irritated. Wrath asked him that every five minutes and in truth he had no idea.

They had crossed into Belgium about five hours ago and they were hopelessly lost. He only hoped they were heading in the right direction.

Each time they crossed into a new country they had to steal a new car. They didn't have passports, so they had to sneak across the border, which wasn't as hard as they thought it would be.

So, this is the third car they took. One in Berlin, one in the Netherlands, and one in Belgium.

They had stolen a bright red convertible that had GPS. Of course, Envy couldn't figure out how to get it to work, so he ignored it.

They were driving down the highway with the top down, which Envy soon found out was a bad idea because his hair flew into his eyes. He shifted his hair into ponytail at the base of his neck.

Envy got off at the next exit that was coming up and pulled into the gas station. He parked and got out of the car.

"Stay here," he ordered Wrath.

"Why?" he whined.

"I'm going to go find which way France is, and it's easier to do that if you're not tagging along."

Wrath pouted in the passenger seat.

Envy walked into the small convenience store and walked up to the clerk with his map in his hand.

"Excuse me," Envy said.

"Oh, you speak German, do you?" the clerk, Océane, said. "My mother was German. Taught me the language, see. Father was born and bred here in Belgium. Then I lived in Germany for a few years. This is only a job until I can get something better."

"German?" Envy asked, confused.

"Yes, yes, German. Everyone speaks Dutch in this part of Belgium. Now, what can I help you with?" she said, popping her gum.

This girl was strange. She had spiky, bright pink hair with neon green streaks here and there. She had some band shirt on and jeans.

"I'm lost and—"

"Oh!" she shouted, cutting Envy off. "What a miraculous day! A man admitting that he's lost! The world needs more men like you." She paused. "You are a man, right?"

"Uhh, yes. I need to know how to get to Calais, France from here."

"Headed to London, are you?" Océane asked.

Envy could only nod. "Beautiful city, the palace is gorgeous. I had this cousin who said she went in it, but none of us believe her. Now, let's see, you are in the Gent area…I think. I was never good at locations, anyway, you're on the right path. Get onto the A10/E40, here," she pointed to the map. "Stay on that until uhh…the A18 shows up, and get on that road. While on that road, you cross over into France and it changes to the A16 right after that." She now had a highlighter out and was highlighting the way. "You get off at the 42-Tunnel-sous-la-Manche exit towards E15, then you go straight for a little bit, take two right turns and catch the Dover Folkestone - Calais Frethun train to Folkstone. You're going to have to ask someone up in the UK how to get to London. I don't know their streets that well."

"Thank you," Envy said, collecting his map.

"Oh, you may want to pick up an English-German dictionary and learn some English. I doubt you'll run into anyone up there at speaks German. We sell them over there."

Envy nodded and walked back out to the car. He handed Wrath the map and shuddered.

"What's wrong?" Wrath asked.

"The girl inside scares me. They speak a different language here, no wonder we didn't understand anything once we were out of Germany."

"But then how did you speak to the girl inside?"

"She knew German." Envy pulled out one hundred euro from the suitcase filled with money that was sitting in the trunk. "I'm going to go buy a translator book. They speak…English up in London."

Wrath nodded and Envy walked back into the store. Océane waved at him a little too happily. Envy ignored her and pulled an English-German dictionary out. He flipped through and made sure that he knew the German words. It turned out that Amestris and Germany have the same language—written and spoken.

He walked back up to the counter.

"Find everything you need, alright?" Océane asked. Envy nodded. "I've always wanted to go to Paris. When I get married I want my honeymoon to be in Paris, what about you?"

"I'm gay," Envy lied. He didn't need some stupid mortal hitting on him.

"Oh, that's too bad," she said and scanned the barcode of the book. "We could've had so much fun together, if you know what I mean."

"I'm sorry. I have no desire to be with a woman."

She sighed, but then was bight and bubbly again.

"Oh well, I'll just have to find someone else! I should have guessed by your outfit, I guess." What was wrong with his outfit? It was what he normally wore. "I love your hair by the way. How did you get it like that?" She leaned over the counter and stuck to face very close to his, looking at his hair.

"It's natural," Envy said.

She looked at him. "Sure it is. So is mine," she said. "That'll be twenty-eight, thirty-seven."

Envy handed her the banknote and she gave him the change.

"Thank you, come again," she smiled. Envy grabbed his bag and walked out of the store as fast as he could. He hoped he never came back again.

Envy reached the car and climbed into the front seat and started the car. It was starting to get dark out and he wanted to be on his way.

"Start learning English, brat," Envy said, tossing the book to Wrath. "And don't ruin that book; I have to look at it, too."

"Blah, blah, blah," Wrath said, flipping the book open.

Envy pulled out of the parking lot and sped onto the highway once again. They would get to London and then find a hotel.


Roy gazed at his loyal subordinates slash friends.

Brenda, Falman, Havoc, Feury, Armstrong, Brosh, Ross, Sheska, and Hawkeye were all lined up in his office. He had risen to the top with all their help.

The only one missing was Hughes. He had promised that he would help him climb to the top: he died before his time was up.

Roy took a deep breath and made eye contact with each one of the people standing in front of him.

"I trust all of you. Probably more than I should, but you've all helped me and what I'm about to tell you is to be kept in complete secrecy and only to be discussed in private when you are entirely positive that no one is listening," he paused to let that sink in. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," they all chorused.

"Tomorrow, Hawkeye and I will be going on an extended mission to London to deal with one of our problems that seemed to travel over there."

"Boss," Havoc said, "what's London?"

"Let me explain, then you can ask any questions you like." They nodded. "Amestris is protected by a very powerful charm that has been in effect since the countries' founding that keeps us hidden from the rest of the world." Roy saw that the group got confused by his use of the word 'charm'. "Magic exists." He cut them off before they could protest. "Not in Amestris, but outside its borders. The charm prevents all citizens of Amestris from leaving the country without previous knowledge of the charm and it also prevents any unwanted visitors from entering."

Roy could tell that they were still confused. "I'm not completely sure about the details either, but I know it's true. Now, for the next reason I called you all here. While Hawkeye and I are gone, someone will need to forward our paperwork. I will contact you within the first week of arriving in London with how you will do that.

"Also, you all will keep us updated with the going-ons inside Central and our contacts in the other cities. If any Homunculi show up, send for us immediately. If we get too in over our heads, you eight may be called in to aid us."

"Boss," Havoc said, "are you sure that it's wise to just leave like this?"

Roy sighed and looked back down at the small stack of paperwork he put together for his trip. "The less people know that I'll be out of the country, the better it will be for all."

"Sir," Armstrong said, "where exactly is this 'London'? If we need to come assist you, we will need to know the location."

Roy shuffled through some of the papers on his desk. "I have talked with the headmaster of the school we will be staying at and he said that if help was needed he would give me a…" Roy looked down at the sheet in his hand. "portkey? I don't know what that means, but I'm assuming it's a way of travel for these…wizards."

"I don't mean to be rude, sir," Ross said, "but how do you know someone isn't playing a trick on you?"

"I don't really know, but it was delivered by an owl, and I'm positive that a world exists outside of the border surrounding Amestris."

Falman stepped forward. "Sir, where is the exact location that you and Hawkeye are going?"

"We are going to a school called Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. It's located in Britain, somewhere in Scotland. I don't know the exact location of the school. The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, didn't tell me that information.

"Any more questions?" No one stepped forward. "Alright, get back to your posts. Hawkeye, go finish packing, we leave at 0900 hours tomorrow."

"Yes, sir," they all chorused and filed out of Roy's office.


"This book is appalling," Edward Elric said from his place at the register in Flourish and Blotts bookstore in Diagon Alley.

"Ed!" Jamal, his boss, yelled over the customers. Ed looked up from the alchemy book he found. "I have a new shipment of books for Hogwarts that need to be put away."

"Alright. By author or title?" Ed asked.

"Author," said Jamal.

Ed nodded and walked towards the back room.

He dropped the alchemy—if it could even be called that—book onto the table and took out his wand. He flicked it and the box levitated and followed him as he walked over to the correct section of the book store that had books organized by author.

It had been a year since he had arrived in this world. He learned English from the gate when he went to London when he died by Envy's hand.

The gate told him a little about magic, so he got used to it quickly; although it took some to get used to the idea of no equivalent exchange.

The gate had sent him to Hogwarts, thankfully inside of the castle where someone could find him. He spent a short amount of time learning basic magic, but since he was legal in the wizarding community soon after arriving, he left and started to work in the bookstore.

A while after that, Ed ventured out into modern London to go find some oil for his automail. The wizarding community didn't have any for machines. He met up with his father when there. It wasn't a pleasant meeting, but Hohenheim informed Ed that alchemy worked when he was around this magic.

Ed left his father later that night and managed to intercept a Death Eater attack on a muggle street, placing him on the top of their hit list. He used magic, but by instinct (and recalling his father's words) used alchemy to fight them back. They left when Dumbledore and a couple other people from the Order of the Phoenix arrived. No one was hurt but the street was pretty torn up.

Dumbledore offered a place in the Order, and Ed accepted only because he didn't like to remain uninformed and the newspapers were doing a pretty good job of covering everything up. Mrs. Weasley had a fit every time he is at a meeting. She's always complaining that he shouldn't need to know this information, but since Ed was legal she won't win. He had yet to meet the twins or her youngest two for the very reason that he was barely older than any of them.

While working at Flourish and Blotts, he learned new spells—far faster and more numerous than any Hogwarts student, except maybe Hermione. He was constantly trying to find a new way home. He didn't want to open the gate and lose everything.

It was only a few months ago that he grew out of his automail and Hohenheim had to make him a new set. Ed didn't want to risk trying to enlarge it and accidently screw it up with magic or alchemy. Although, now he had a crappy plastic one that he would rather not have, but there wasn't much he could do.

Ed set the box down at the front of the section. Ed took the pocket knife out of his pocket and sliced the box open. Sometimes muggle inventions were the best things. The pocket knife was one of the handiest things he had in his arsenal—besides his alchemy.

Magic had its perks, but some of the spells taught and that are in the books are worthless. Most of them took the same amount of time to do by hand as doing it by waving the useless stick around. Take summoning for instance. Wouldn't it be easier to get off your lazy ass, walk across the room, get the object and walk back instead of waving a stick and most likely getting an eye poked out? Yeah, thought so.

But, as the saying goes: when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Ed opened the flap of the box and pulled out the first book and almost died of shock—almost.

In his hand was the Basics of Alchemy book that used to be in his father's study in his old house. This book was only available in Amestris; he had checked.

How in the world did at least fifty copies end up in the wizarding world?

Ed flipped through the book and was faced with all the words he had read all those years ago with his brother beside him.

"Excuse me."

Ed turned around and saw a tall blond haired girl that looked to be only a couple years younger than him. She was at least sixth or seventh year, not much younger than that.

"Yes?" Ed asked, closing the book. "Can I help you?"

"Are those the new alchemy books?" she asked.

Ed nodded. "You need one?"

"Yes, please. My father got me interested at a young age and the manager said they were getting in a shipment of new alchemy books today, so I stopped by. My father said it was a fascinating subject, and I completely agree with him," she gushed. "He studied ancient sciences when he was in college. He's a muggle, my mum's a witch. She works in the education department of the Ministry, so she knows about and authorizes all the teachers so they can teach at Hogwarts and the like.

"She said the new Alchemy professor is from a different country. Not so strange with such a prestigious school such as Hogwarts, but then she said she's never even heard of where he's from." She picked a book out of the box and set it on the top of her pile. She leaned towards Ed, and said in a whisper as to not be overheard, "I shouldn't know this, but I heard my mum talking to one of her friends, and she heard that the professor was in the military of his country. Didn't say how high up, but I hope he isn't too strict a teacher. I have tons of those already." She leaned back and laughed. "Well, I have to get going before my mum gets worried. Bye!" She walked away.

"Wow," Ed said after a couple seconds. "She talked a lot." Ed shook his head and started to shelve the books.

Ed saw Josh walk into the section he was occupying a few minutes later. He was the new employee, just out of school a few weeks ago.

"Ed," he said.

"What?" Ed asked, absentmindedly, still mechanically shelving books.

"An owl dropped off a letter for you."

"Who's it from?" Ed asked.

Josh flipped over the envelope. "It just says your name, but it has the Hogwarts seal."

Grumbling, Ed shelved another book and took the letter. "What's the old coot want now?" He popped the seal and scanned through the letter. He frowned. Couldn't he just have one break that wasn't a meeting or that had people yelling at him? "Can you finish shelving those?" Ed asked Josh.

"Yeah, sure," he said.

"Thanks." He walked away from the section and towards the front. "Jamal!" Ed yelled.

"What did I tell you about yelling in my store?" Jamal asked, walking back to the register. "There's already enough of that. Now, what do you want?"

"I'm going to take my break now." Ed took off his apron and set it behind the counter.

"Go, go. Leave me here all alone.'

"But you aren't alone," Ed protested jokingly. "You have Josh and I know that he'll never leave you."

"Fuck off."

"Not to you," Ed retorted as he walked out the door and into the busy streets of Diagon Alley.

He was at the Leaky Cauldron a few minutes later and ordered a drink for himself, then took a seat in the back of the bar.

"Well, hello, Edward," Dumbledore said, sitting down across from the alchemist with a drink of his own.

"Let's get this over with. I have to be back at work in twenty minutes," Ed stated and took a sip of his drink.

"Yes," Dumbledore agreed. "Some members of the Order are worried for the children's safety in the coming school year."

"And your point is? They'll have you, McGonagall, and Snape at the school. What do you need one more person? I also hear that you'll have someone teaching Alchemy that's in the military. If any crisis happens, they'll be able to take control of the situation."

"How did you find out about that?"

"Some student was buying the Alchemy book and she knew things because her mom was in the ministry."

"Yes, well, Molly would like it if you would pose as a student and attend school as a transfer. Just to keep an eye on the children along with gathering information that we could not gather on our own."

Ed was silent. He was four years older than Harry and co., but he was just a little taller than them. He could pose as a fifth year: as much as he hated to admit it.

"I'll do it on one condition," Ed said finally.

"What?" Dumbledore asked.

"Give me the name of the Alchemy teacher coming to teach. Am I right to assume that they're going to be staying at headquarters?"

Dumbledore nodded. "His name is Roy Mustang and he is the leader of the military where he is from. He's bringing one other person with him and picking up two students on his way over."

Ed barely heard anything the old man said after the name 'Roy Mustang' came out of his mouth.

"Heh," Ed said. "So the bastard finally got up to the position where he wanted to be after all these years."

"Do you know him?" Dumbledore asked. Ed never did explain much of his past before he landed in Hogwarts. The Order really only knew that he knew Alchemy and that he came from a different world. They didn't even know he had fake limbs. Well, Ed was pretty sure Mad-Eye knew, but he wasn't telling anyone.

"I've met him a couple of times. How in the world is he able to come to London?"

Dumbledore looked nervous. "I haven't completely honest with you, Edward." Ed looked up from his drink and glared at the man in front of him. "Amestris is protected by a powerful Fidelius Charm."

Ed stood up so fast he knocked his chair over backwards and slammed his hands on the table. "Why didn't you tell me sooner, old man?" the entire bar was staring at them.

"Edward, sit down." Ed glared, but did as he was told. Dumbledore waited for everyone to go back to their own conversations. "Even if you would've known, you wouldn't have been able to get into the country. The Fuhrer himself is the only one with the power to grant people access in and out of the country."

Ed was confused. Was the Gate just a cruel joke? Did he really bring Al back or was that just another lie and false hope? He could have tried to contact Amestris for an entire year and the old coot hadn't told him.

"Listen, old man," Ed said, downing the rest of his drink. "I'll still pretend to be a student, but I don't appreciate that you kept this from me. Even if I couldn't have gotten back into my country, it would have been nice to know that I could write letters and find out how my family and friends were. I have to get back to work; I'll see you at the meeting tonight." Ed walked out of the Leaky Cauldron and back to his job.


"We're lost aren't we?" Wrath asked. They had arrived in France and now were trying to figure out where to go from there.

"No, I know exactly where we are," Envy replied.

"I told you to turn right at the stop sign, didn't I?"

"Shut the hell up, Wrath," Envy snapped.

"No, you're the one that got us lost, get out of the stupid car and ask for directions," Wrath snarled.

"I know where we are," Envy said defiantly.

"Really," Wrath asked, surprised, "then please, Envy, tell me, where are we?"

"We're in France."

"That narrows it down," Wrath mumbled.

"Okay," Envy said. "If you're so knowledgeable, why don't you tell me where we are?"

"Because you get us lost! And we're not even in a country that speaks English!"

Envy turned in his seat and glared at the young homunculi. He grabbed the younger one's shirt. "Listen to me, you little brat. I may put up with you now, but I will desert you here and find my own way."

Wrath narrowed his eyes and ripped his shirt from Envy's grasp. He stomped out of the car towards the gas station whose parking lot they were parked in. He would find out where to go himself.

"Damn, Envy. The fucking bastard doesn't even know where we are."

Some guy bumped into Wrath when he walked past. "Excuse you, brat," he said. Wrath sort of understood what he said, but English was a strange language to learn, no matter how close it was to Amestrisian (German).

Wrath ignored the rude guy in a suit and stared at the drinks in the cooler.

"Petit garçon, avez-vous besoin d'aide?" a blond middle aged lady said. Wrath didn't understand a word that came out of her mouth. It wasn't English that was for sure.

"Umm," Wrath said. He pulled the translation dictionary from his back pocket and started flipping through it. "Di-dire-recsheions?" Wrath sounded out.

"Directions?" the woman asked. Wrath sighed in relief; she spoke English.

Wrath nodded. The woman beckoned him to come to the counter with her.

"Do you know where you are going?" she asked slowly so Wrath could try and understand.

Wrath bit his lip. English was an annoying language. It was hard to understand the words being said and find the matching word in the book. He looked up the word for write, so maybe the woman would write out her sentence.

"Wr-rite, please," Wrath said, hoping he said that right.

"Désolé," she said. She grabbed a pen and wrote out her sentence. He looked up all the words and wrote the translations underneath. The result was, 'do you know where you are going'.

Wrath nodded. "London."

"D'accord." She wrote out the directions on a piece of paper and handed them to Wrath. He looked down at the paper. It told the two how to get back to the underground train thing they had to take.

"Thank you," Wrath said in his native tongue. Wrath left the convenience store and went back to the car. He found Envy asleep on top of the steering wheel. He wasn't gone that long was he?

Wrath had still not gotten back at Envy for what he did back in Rush Valley. Wrath smiled evilly and leaned over and pushed in the steering wheel to set off the horn. Envy jumped away and looked around the car with wide eyes.

He sent a glare in Wrath's direction, who just sat in the passenger seat innocently.

"Just drive, Envy. I need to figure out these words."

"In what direction? If we get even more lost it won't help us at all."

Wrath looked at Envy surprised. "So, you admit that you got us lost?"

Envy narrowed his purple eyes. "Yes," he ground out, "now tell me where to go or I'll punch your face in."

"Your temper has gotten better, Envy. If this happened last year, you would've punched me a long time ago."

"Which. Way?" Envy growled, putting his face really close to Wraths', making Wrath have to sink into the seat.

"Umm…" Wrath flipped through the book. "Left…I think."

Envy pulled back and shifted the car back into Drive, pulling out of the parking lot.

Wrath breathed a sigh of relief; he had survived another day. He started working on translating the rest of the directions.


READ PLEASE....I hope you liked this chapter. I was writing it instead of doing my homework. XD

I wasn't planning on having Ed show up till later, but that part worked for here. And Harry Potter people finally showed up lol.

Envy and Wrath have a German-English Dictionary, not a guide book thing, so there are no phrases in it, just words. Sorry if Wrath is OOC at the end, but he is smart, he just acts stupid most of the time. lol

Edward is 18/19ish. Roy and Ed were in a relationship before he got taken to the other side of the gate. They both also know English fluently.

Until next chapter,
Rebecca
aka Lord Rebecca-Sama