Okay. Let's do the TIME WARP (rocky horror picture show!!!) and fast forward to the next class, shall we? Oh, and I was just watching the first Harry Potter movie today, so… that's inspiration. Can't remember the name of the mirror for the life of me, but… and let's pretend she needs it for her class. Okay? Thanks. And I know it's been lame lately, but please understand that I like to read to get inspired more than think and get writers block.

DISCLAIMER: I almost own the FMA movie! I'm… borrowing it from my friend

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"Alright everyone," Professor Umbridge calmly started. "We need to calm down now." The class, which she had never met before, wasn't paying attention. Although, she did notice the blonde, not uniformed boy sitting leaning on a wall next to the third row. He wasn't paying direct attention to her, but at least he was quiet. "CLASS!" she shouted, her voice treble and fluttery.

The class settled almost immediately and got focused. The one on the wall looked at her once, as if assessing her, then looked back to a watch he had in his pocket. Professor Umbridge cleared her throat.

"Now I know most of you are smart boys and girls, but I was able to get something fun today!" She pulled back a curtain. Ed leaned off his wall to get a better look. "This is a mirror! But not just any mirror. It shows you the deepest, most desperate desire of your heart."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, remembering their first year. It must be the same mirror. Harry recalled spending his nights staring at it, watching his parents inside the reflection. He knew it wasn't real, but oh, he'd loved looking at it. Apparently, so did s Hufflepuff in the first row.

"It's me!" he shouted, pointing towards the mirror. "I'm an interviewer! YES! And, look! There's Mum, she's takin' away all groundin's!" A few teens laughed. Ed gave both the mirror and the boy a skeptical glare. Umbridge saw it.

"You, Mr. Hold up the wall," a few teens giggled. "Come up and tell me what you see." She watched the 'not-annoyingly-tall' teen roll his eyes and take his hands out of his pockets. He took a few steps down the aisle of tables where the other students were sitting. He eventually came to the mirror.

Ed stared at it plainly. "I see me. Nothing more." He looked back to the teacher. "Was it supposed to do something exciting?" he asked, more sarcastic than curious. He turned around to go back to loitering.

"You have to stand directly in front of it, okay? Just right here." Umbridge pointed to a spot on the floor with her wand. Ed walked up, looking down, to the spot. "Now take a look." Ed gasped.

He wasn't alone. No, there was his mother a few feet behind him, smiling with tears of joy threatening to spill. He saw Al and his girlfriend, happily waving, though Al was also giving a thumbs up. He saw Hughes and Gracia and little Elysia, all smiling; Maes with a camera but not flashing it yet. As if waiting.

And Roy… Roy was on the ground, which had made Edward gasp. He was down on one knee, in a tuxedo, displaying a silver ring. It had a beautiful red ruby in it, with miniature rubies embedded near the large one. Everyone was waiting for Ed. He reached out to grab the ring. Ed's flesh hand hit the glass.

"No." he whispered. He was unaware of the people around him. He placed both gloved hands on the glass, as if it would transport him there. "The lies…" he whispered even softer than before. He then abruptly backed up, as if started. Ed faced the professor and pointed to the mirror. "That's a load of crap." He stated. Students gasped.

"Why?" asked the woman, her hair slightly bouncing. "What, exactly, do you see?" she leaned in to hear him, thinking it was a secret. He leaned in too.

"A lie." He whispered. Ed leaned back and turned back to the mirror. Roy was giving him pleading eyes, waiting for his answer. "Yes." He said, and then pulled the hair tie out of his hair. He began walking back to his spot on the wall, the red band in his mouth as he did his hair. Umbridge lost interest and let others look in the mirror.

Harry looked over at Ed, who seemed deep in though. So he poked Ron and asked him what he thought Ed had seen.

"Bloody 'ell, Harry. How should I know? But it didn't seem than good if he's all…sulky now. I mean, look at 'im." Ron wasn't much of a help, Harry decided. He reached around Ron and poked Hermione. She turned her head. He asked her the same question.

"Harry!" she hushed him. "It's private what he saw in there. Leave him be. I honestly don't know why you have such a problem with him. He's nice and quite smart, not to mention older." She turned back to the lesson. Umbridge had put the mirror behind the curtain.

'It's not a fortune teller, because they're dead.' Ed was contemplating his next move. He looked extremely depressed up against that wall, but he was only deep in thought. 'And it's a lie about Roy. He'd never… We've never talked about being more than…' His thoughts paused and he looked up for some reason. 'What are we?'

"Now, I do believe you got to see one of these your third year, so let's see how you handle it. Line up, please." Umbridge had a thing that looked like a closet in the front of the large room. "Don't be shy. If you don't know what to do, after 45 seconds I'll intervene." Ed had to line up too, right in front of Harry to test it out. And the trio liked being first, but luckily a few other students went first. Umbridge opened the door.

Out popped a shark. It had razor-blade teeth and blood-lust in its eyes. The girl said an incantation and it became nothing more than a goldfish. The girl went to the back. As the next boy came up, the goldfish turned into a dog, snarling and growling and foaming at the mouth. The boy also said the incantation and the dog was on a skateboard. A girl then went, the dog became a mummy, with flies circling its body. The girl said the spell and it changed to being wrapped in toilet paper. Ed was up.

He stepped forward, expecting to see his worst fear, he had figured that much out. He felt he might see his family and friends dead and bloodied. He thought he would see Barry the Chopper. Ed was certain he'd see Sloth, or what she had first looked like. He expected to see Nina and Alexander. He thought he would see Roy with some whore or Riza or a tramp. He was expecting one of those. So he screamed and fell to his knees when the monster showed him them all.

The blood. The cries of failure. The tormented screams of pain. The pleas for help. The students watched, while 60 percent turned away, as the horrors of Ed's life sprang to life. There was a boy being sucked into some gate, blaming Ed. There was the same boy, but older, telling Ed he hated him. There was Professor Mustang with tons of girls, saying he was serious about cheating and being straight. There were military officers, bloodied and missing body parts.

And there was a creature, right up front, coming towards Edward on its one arm. It was organs, and skin, and blood. It called it Ed, asking why he didn't make it right. Some students looked at Ed; some didn't out of respect or pity. Those who did look saw him bawling, saying sorry through the sobs, telling most of the creatures he loved them, and begging for forgiveness.

It all happened in less than 30 seconds. Umbridge cast a spell to make the horror go back in the closet and stay there. The students shuffled back to their seats, and Ed sat on the floor, his head in his hands. Dolores Umbridge did not know what to do. She'd never seen such a reaction from the creature. She quietly asked Harry to take care of his friend. Harry nodded and went to Ed, couching down.

"Hey," He began nervously. "You… you okay?" The blonde stood slowly, took a look at Harry, and took out his watch once more. He put it back then gave Harry one more look over.

"I should be back soon." He whispered, his voice almost hoarse. "If I'm not here by the end of class, stay here. I don't care what they tell you, just stay here." He was not facing the class or teacher, but he was facing the door. Ed walked past Harry and out the door. He walked down a flight of stairs, swore when it moved, made three right turns, walked down a long corridor, and finally found what he was looking for.

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Ed knew he had to knock. It was only polite. But then, he didn't at home, he didn't at work, and he didn't at hotels. So…not at school either. He pushed the door open, causing a slight creak to come from the old hinges. A few bored Ravenclaws looked in his direction, but didn't pay much attention. Ed was glad; he only wanted the attention of one person right now.

"…With the basic elements understood," Ed heard the sweet voice echo through the room. "You can focus your energy on deconstruction. Then, you imagine your copper, magnesium, oxygen, or whatever you have as a different form. You must keep your focus on the elements of the object, and never try and create something that has a different element than what you have." Ed watched as Roy drew the circle on the board, just like he had done a few hours ago. These were 6th years, though, and a bit brighter.

Ed loudly cleared his throat. Roy looked to the place where he was standing with an angry look on his face. It then faded when he noticed the redness of Ed's eyes. "Create something impressive by the time I return or there will be points taken." Roy addressed the class then followed Ed out the door.

"Ed, you can't just barge in-"

"You're mad, right?" Ed interrupted Roy's personal lecture. Roy blinked. "That's why you agreed to this damn mission. So I'd stay out of your hair, right? RIGHT?" the tears fell again. Roy took Ed's hand and led him into the private study next to his classroom. (1)

They sat down on the couch, Ed on Roy's lap, almost cradled in his arms.

"What's this all about, love?" asked Roy while stoking the teen's hair. He'd taken the hair tie out already. "You know I love you. And all I do is for you. Why would I do anything to hurt you, physically or emotionally?"

"That's just it…it's the 'what if'."

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1. I have no idea if that's there or not, but it's convenient.

So it's five and I tried to write a lot, really. Hope the description is enough. I'll try and do a drabble or something in the morning… well, later, I guess. It is morning. SLEEP!!! ---dreams of getting reviews---