DISCLAIMER: I OWN NEITHER FMA NOR HARRY POTTER!

Chapter Twelve

A little boy of the age of five held something close to him as he tried to find his mother. The little boy had golden blond hair and eyes to match. His hair was short, but his bangs framed his little chubby face. He wore a white short-sleeved shirt with blue shorts and tan flip flops.

"Mom!" called out the five year old. "Mom, come look!"

He saw his mother and went to her. His mother, a woman with loving green eyes and chestnut brown hair, looked at him as she stopped picking tomatoes.

"What is it, Edward?" asked the mother, Trisha Elric.

She stooped down to his eye level as the boy, Ed, held out the object. It was a figurine of a horse.

"Hee! Hee!" laughed five year old Ed. "It's a present!"

Trisha, while holding her apron in one hand to keep the tomatoes from falling out of it, took the horse figurine.

"Oh, for me?" Trisha asked. "Where did you get this?"

"I transmuted it!" said Ed. "I put it together with alchemy!"

Trisha looked surprised.

"Y-you did?" Trisha asked. "I guess you do take after your father!"

Ed giggled happily as Trisha patted his head.

"Thank you, Edward," said Trisha. "You really are special. Being able to create something so wonderful…but it's too bad…"

Blood started coming down her face and onto her apron and dress and the tomatoes.

"…You couldn't put me back together too," Trisha said.

The tomatoes and horse dropped as Ed looked in fear.

Ed bolted up in bed. He looked around his surroundings, being a bit disoriented. Then he realized that he was in his bed at Hogwarts. He hugged his auto-mail leg close.

"It hurts…," Ed whispered to himself. "Al… Mom…"

After sitting up in bed for a few moments, he got out of bed and got his Hogwarts clothes on along with his gloves and shoes. He didn't like the shoes he had to wear with his uniform, but he had to deal with it. Ed brushed his hair out and put it into its usual braid. He got his stuff together for his and Winry's first two classes of the day and went down to the common room where he saw Harry writing a letter to someone.

"And I thought I was the only one to get up at this time," said Ed.

Harry looked up at Ed.

"Who you writing to?" asked Ed.

"My godfather," said Harry.

"Huh," said Ed. "Do you live with him since your parents died?"

"No, I live with my aunt and uncle and their son," said Harry.

"Why?" asked Ed.

"You really don't know about me or my godfather or my parents?" asked Harry.

"Sorry, but as Winry and I said earlier, we're from a very small village," said Ed. "But Moody said that you're the only survivor of the Killing Curse. Is that why you're famous?"

"Yeah," said Harry. "Voldemort wanted to kill me for some reason, and he killed my dad and then killed my mum when she wouldn't let Voldemort kill me. He tried to kill me, but it back-fired because of mum's sacrifice. I was a year old."

"How do you know how it happened?" asked Ed. "You're not supposed to -."

"The dementors," said Harry.

"They're the things that make you relive the worst moments, right?" asked Ed.

"Yeah, they were guarding the school last year since my godfather broke out of the wizard prison Azkaban," said Harry.

"What was he doing in prison?" asked Ed.

"He was accused of being a supporter for Voldemort and was convicted of killing thirteen people," said Harry. "He was framed for the murder by his traitor of a friend, Peter Pettigrew. Peter cut off his finger and blew the street up and turned into a rat and escaped."

"Oh," said Ed.

"Who do you live with at holidays since you and your brother don't have any parents?" asked Harry.

"With Winry and her grandmother," said Ed. "Well, see you."

Ed went towards the portrait hole.

"Where are you going?" asked Harry. "Breakfast isn't for another half an hour."

"I've some exploring to do," said Ed. "If you see Winry, tell her that I'll meet her at breakfast."

He waved and went through the portrait hole. Harry looked at the portrait hole for a moment. He wondered what Ed's problem was. Harry looked out the window. Could it have been the rain? Harry then went back to his letter and looked at it.

Dear Sirius,

I reckon I just imagined my scar hurting. I was half asleep

When I wrote to you last time. There's no point coming back,

Everything's fine here. Don't worry about me, my head feels

Completely normal.

Harry.

Harry sighed. Should he write Sirius about the two new transfer students, Ed and Winry? He then re-inked his quill and wrote a P.S.

P.S. There are two new transfer students here. Their names are Edward Elric and Winry Rockbell. They're supposed to be from Gesundheit Theoretical Wizarding Institute in Germany, but Hermione hasn't heard of it before and Ed and Winry don't have accents. Have you heard of either of them or their parents or grandparents?

Harry looked at it again and nodded in approval. He sealed it up and went to go mail it off. At breakfast, Winry was by herself. Ed was nowhere to be seen. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down by her. Of course, Hermione wouldn't talk to Winry.

"Where's Ed?" asked Ron.

"He's in the library," said Winry.

"But he told me to tell you that -," started Harry.

"Yeah, I know," said Winry. "He saw me before you did."

"What's wrong with him?" asked Harry. "He seemed a bit down."

"It's this weather," said Winry. "He doesn't like the rain. And this is the longest he's been away from his brother…since his brother can't travel outside the country."

"Is that why he punched Malfoy?" asked Ron.

"He's always like that when he's called short," said Winry.

"It's only been four days," said Hermione.

"Well, for your information, Hermione, Edward and I have been in the U.K. for a month so we could get accustomed to the things here," said Winry. "And I wouldn't expect you to understand since you don't know the half of what Ed and Al have gone through."

Before Hermione could say anything, the post came. Owl came to Winry since he couldn't find Ed.

"Here, let me take the envelope," said Winry.

Winry held her hands out, and Owl dropped the envelope into Winry's hands. Owl took a drink of Winry's juice and then left to the Owlery. Winry picked up her bag and left for the library.

"I wonder who put grumpy potion in her pumpkin juice," said Ron, watching Winry leave the Great Hall.

"Hmph!" said Hermione. "I don't really care! And are you going to stare at her backside until she leaves?"

Ron's ears turned red as he stopped looking at Winry. To prevent an argument from forming, Harry told them what he wrote to Sirius.

Winry went to the library and found Ed sleeping at one of the tables. She gently shook his shoulder to wake him up. Ed woke up and looked at Winry.

"Is it time for class yet?" asked Ed.

"No, you've got mail," said Winry.

"Oh," said Ed.

He cracked his neck and then got the envelope from Winry. He broke the seal and got out the first letter, which was from Mustang, and read it. He frowned.

"What is it, Ed?" asked Winry.

"Colonel Bastard being Colonel Bastard," said Ed, crumpling up the letter.

"Edward, just tell me!" said Winry.

Ed sighed.

"He said for me to try my damnedest to be a Triwizard Champion," said Ed. "Stupid jackass. He said for me to stay the Christmas holiday too. Fuhrer's orders."

"But you were going to see Al!" said Winry.

"I know, Winry!" said Ed. "But I can't disobey a direct order from the Fuhrer or I'll get -!"

"That's just not fair!" said Winry. "He's the one who made us come here!"

"I know that, Winry!" said Ed. "And the Fuhrer probably won't care if I drown if one of the tasks includes swimming since I can't swim with this arm and leg!"

"And that's another reason he had me come here," said Winry. "So I can make you an ultra-light model."

"Which would probably break under the water pressure," said Ed.

"Not necessarily," said Winry. "I'd just have to use the right combination."

"Great," said Ed. "I'm not goin' to try anyway. Bumblebore might just have a trick up his sleeve."

"For the last time, Ed, his name is Dumbledore," Winry corrected.

"I don't care," said Ed. "Besides, he said he likes the name, so the name will stay."

Winry sighed and rolled her eyes. Then Ed took out the second letter and read it. It was from Al.

Hi Big Brother,

Colonel Mustang said that you couldn't come

Home for Christmas. I wanted to see you, but I

Guess it will be okay. I mean, you are part of the

Military and you have to do what they tell you

To do. I'll be fine, Ed, don't worry about me,

Okay? Anyway, do you really not want me to

Go to Hogwarts? Yes, it's terrible what Mr.

Moody did to those spiders, but it was only

To show what the curses were about, right?

And you did say he was only going to stay that

One year… I haven't told teacher about

You going to Hogwarts, so you don't have to

Worry. I've got to go, Brother, Colonel Mustang

Wants to send the report off.

Love,

Al.

Ed sighed as he put the letter back into the envelope and put the envelope into his bag. Ed put the report from Mustang into his bag as well.

"What is it, Edward?" asked Winry.

"Al's upset," said Ed.

"It's not your fault," said Winry.

"I know," said Ed. "But it still doesn't change the fact that…"

Ed sighed again as he rubbed his neck.

"Is your auto-mail bothering you?" asked Winry.

"Rain always does this," said Ed. "It's the change in the atmosphere or something or other. I'll be fine."

"Oh, Edward," said Winry.

Then Winry went to stand behind Ed and started to rub the area where the metal and flesh met at his right shoulder.

"Winry, we're in -," started Ed. "That feels nice."

"Of course," said Winry. "Since I'm here with you, I can help you more. So, please, if you need any help, tell me, okay?"

Ed didn't say anything. He was enjoying the massage to respond. A few moments later, the bell rang. Winry stopped rubbing. Ed was sorry that she did. They got their bags and went to go to class, which was Potions.

When they got to Potions, they were only a moment late.

"Ten points, each, from Gryffindor," said Snape. "Do not let it happen again."

"Ah, keep your robes on, Professor Snake," said Ed. "We were only a few seconds late."

"Professor Snape, not Snake, Elric," said Snape. "Tardiness, no matter how long or…short," Ed's temple ticked, "is not accepted. Nor is your disrespect."

"I'm not trying to be disrespectful," said Ed. "I just think Professor Snake suits you."

"Detention, Elric, tonight," said Snape. "My office at five o'clock."

Ed snapped his fingers.

"Oh, darn, and when I wanted to listen to the radio for discounts on shampoo," said Ed, grinning. "Hey, maybe you can do that for me! I'm sure you'll be able to find great deals so your hair won't be greasy anymore."

The whole room, it seemed, held its breath as Snape looked dangerously at Ed.

"Detention, Elric, for one week," said Snape. "Now, not another word out of your mouth, Elric, or it will be two weeks."

Ed shrugged. Snape turned to go back to his desk so that he could collect the homework when Ed did it again.

"Greasy haired bastard," said Ed.

Snape whirled around and glared at Ed as Winry put a hand over her face.

"Two weeks detention," said Snape.