{Disclaimer: I, sadly, don't own either of the two wonderuflly written stories (FMA or HP) but, i am the one responsible for the idea of combining the two in THIS way! hahahahahahahahaha!}

Ed spun slightly as he landed beside the two entrance trees. His garden was located in a crater very much like the other crater. He couldn't have just the one house, after all. What if something happened to it? He, obviously, needed a back up. The fact that he had gone through a decade combining and experimenting on plants and blood from various beasts.

Many of the plants he had altered were being introduced at Hogwarts, he had agreed when Albus had asked him to donate a few of his experiments. He had been going to see how Sprout took care of his plants, but things had distracted him.

Stepping forward, eager to see how things had gone over the year he had been gone, Ed reached up and placed his left hand on the tree to his right, a whomping willow. It creaked in greeting, satisfied Ed moved to his left and placed his right hand on the tree, a weeping willow. The low hanging branches sweeped and touched his hand.

Feeling that the two trees did remember him Ed walked forward, and neither tried to stop his entrance. He had raised both trees since they were saplings, having created the whomping willow from the seed of a weeping willow he had found in America. He had added a slight part of troll blood to it to make it stronger. It had taken a few tries, as most things did, but the end result, in Ed's opinion, was very worth it.

Entering his Garden Ed paused as the sun slowly rose above the hills surrounding the open field. It's rays highlighted the many flowers and few trees in the clearing, making Ed smile in satisfaction. Stepping forward he was about to walk through a red patch of Colmonara Wild Cats when he remembered something very important. Stopping at the edge he slowly knelt down and stretched out his hand. The few close to him stirred but didn't react. Needing to verify that the saplings had inherited his changes Ed placed his hand right in the center of the patch. Immediately the flowers grew fangs and cat ears and snapped at his fingers like angry cats, drawing blood.

Satisfied Ed pulled back his healing hand and stood. Walking around the patch he gazed around the field. There were Lilacs, Altrosmerias, Spring Beautys, Crocus, and Ladies Slippers all around this area. If he remember correctly, and he usually did, there were others in a different area. However, he hadn't slept in around 52 hours so he decided that he would sleep instead of checking the others. Turning towards the Ladies Slippers he looked around the area before spotting the entrance towards where he had planted his masterpieces. Stepping forward he made sure not to step on any of the...sleeping moon flowers. It took only a few moments to arrive at the center of the whole field, Ed yawning the whole time.

Stopping at the largest tree he gazed up at it before stepping closer. It was his pride, a Eucalyptus Gum Tree, with dragon blood, mated with a weeping sakura whit sphinx blood. It was a tall, strong tree, with sakura blossoms every other year, and this was one of those years. He clapped his hands before touching the trunk of the large tree. All the trees lit up red before combining into a small home for him, temporarily. The tree was still living, of course. Ed hadn't worked that hard to create it just for it to be killed because he wanted a safe place to sleep. He had used sphinx blood because sphyixs were immune to any poison, any poison or toxin in the air or water would be immunized when in the proximity of the sphinx. He had also chosen the dragon to make the bark tougher, and more flame resistant. In effect he had made the Eucalyptic trees attributes more potent.

He had created many plants that emitted a temporary poison into the air, the surrounding lunar flowers the most potent ones. Because of that, and because the dragons loved the aroma from the many plants, he had obviously chosen his masterpiece as his resting place until he had decided what was most important in the next few years. He assumed that the war would last for a while, but he wasn't positive just yet.

Stepping through his doorway he blinked tiredly before yawning loudly and stretching. "Right." Looking around he realized he had forgotten the most important part. Clapping his hands he touched the ground, making a bed. He needed a bed, of course. Not caring about wearing his dirty clothes Ed climbed into his bed just as the sun was reaching the part in the sky that said it was seven in the morning.

#$#

Albus sighed as the sun shined into his room, waking him from a very restful, if brief, slumber. A knock on the door made him open his closed eyes. Clearing his throat he acknowledged whoever was at the door. "Yes?"

"Dumbledore, breakfast is ready." He smiled a Molly's hesitant voice.

"Thank you Molly. I will be down in a moment." Standing from his bed Dumbledore walked into the bathroom to do his regular morning ritual of brushing his beard and hair before his teeth, washing his face, ect. Once he was done getting ready for the day he went to leave the room, but remember just in time to grab a small book from the dresser located in his room. He had placed the small book there many years ago, for just such an occasion.

Entering the kitchen he immediately noticed that most of the Order was present. Hagrid, of course, was gone. And Sirius was at grimmauld place. He smiled softly as he noticed that Remus, Alastar, and Kingsley were all still in the same clothes. Their pants were orange, their shirts were pink, and their hair were a combination of the two. Even Moody's magical eye had been altered to where the pupil was pink. All three were scowling angrily into their cups. Alastar, of course, was standing. He couldn't sit because of his older war injury.

Deciding to forestall any questions Albus led the discussion. "I'm sure you all are here in regards to Edward and what he did last night. Those of you who weren't there because of other matters have heard of it from the rest, I'm sure."

"How is he an old friend, Albus? He said that on the train, and you said it yesterday." Moody interrupted, stamping his cane on the ground in annoyance.

Albus sighed before finally sitting. "That is a long explanation. To make it to the point, as I am sure we all have many things to do today, I met Edward when I was 16 years old. I was studying with Nickolas Flamel, who had at that time been 125 years old from the use of his many devices. Nickolas and I had been searching for the perfect place to set up camp when we had heard a strange static sound, followed by weird words."

Moody narrowed his good eye while all the others paid special attention. Albus, getting into the story telling mood, went on dramatically. "We walked into a large bare clearing, only to see a man with a long blonde braid, torn clothes, and blood everywhere slit his throat." Gasps echoed around the table. "It was Edward, he had been trying to kill himself for some time."

"But...he's alive. And he's only in his twenties!"

"Who is Edward?" Molly's question made Arthur lean over to whisper in her ear. While he did that Albus looked around the table.

"Edward is immortal. He didn't want to live anymore, and that is why he was trying to kill himself." Before they could question that Albus continued. "Nickolas and I befriended him and talked him into living, and learning new things with us instead of wasting his time trying to die. He helped us create the sorcerers stone." He didn't mention that he was the main creator or the stone, because Ed had requested for the to not to be made common knowledge a long time ago. He also didn't mention that one of the new things Ed had to learn was magic, of all things.

"What did he mean by the Father?" Moody had asked that question.

'Of course he would ask that.' Albus thought, admiring and also annoyed by Moody's observational skills. Sighing Albus was about to answer when an idea occurred to him.

"That...explanation is for another time, Alastor. Meanwhile, I have a few things the require my attention." Quickly standing he grabbed a piece of toast and left the room, ignoring the whispers and murmurs the Order Members started to have as he left the room.

'Let's see...' Albus thought as he left the house, looking around the bright new day. The birds were singing, the grass was fresh, and he was pondering on if Ed would be awake or not. 'Probably not...yet'

#$# next day. harry and gang are still doing classes...yeah...#$#

Ed yawned before stretching. 'What woke me-' before he could even finish his thought a loud crash sounded outside the tree, making him jerk upright, instantly alert. Jumping out of his small bed Ed jerk open the door only for flames to shoot at his general vicinity. Yelling Ed tried to jump out of the way, and partly succeed. His left arm and leg were burnt, there was a slight sting to both of his limbs. Slowly peaking out of his door Ed blinked a few times before smirking.

"No way! What are the odds that you of all dragons would show up today!"

A bright red dragon blinked a large blue eye as Ed left his temporary house, which morphed back into its original form. Unlike the griffins, the dragons were unable to speak the human tongue. However, the large and 'smart' dragons were able to use mind speak, flashing pictures and sending feelings.

Ed smiled as the dragon touched his mind and sent warm feelings of greetings. "Yeah, I've missed you too, Rubinaro. But I'm not staying long. I'm expecting to leave soon."

There was a sense of understanding and disappointment while the dragon turned and drank from the water pool located behind the large tree.

Ed watched contentedly as the dragon shared what had happened while he had been gone. Soon, however, he felt a disturbance in the ground, the many flowers with poisons had started pollinating the air with the toxic fumes, making Ed cough. Rubinaro lifted his large blue veined wings and snorted before flying up with a few other Dragons that had been in the area, dissipating most of the pollen.

Ed squinted around as some of the pollen made his eyes watery. Walking through a patch of regular grass that reached his knees he made his way towards the only entrance, the one with the weeping willow and the whomping willow.

Hearing thrashing noises Ed was curious as to what, exactly, was going on. Coming into view of the two large trees he paused before sighing. 'Of course.' "Albus, what are you doing?"

He had just walked into a very strange, yet familiar, scene. Albus had tried to get past the two trees without touching them, thus making them angry. They were, afterall, the sentinels of the garden. Even if the plants were not able to communicate they could understand general emotions and instructions because of the blood he had added to them.

The whomping willow was trying to smash Albus, while the weeping willow was trying to grab him. Being the smart man he was Albus had moved back around 20 feet so neither tree could reach him making them angrier. Ed, tired of watching the whomping willow just hurt itself, walked forward and placed his left hand on its trunk. Immediately it calmed down. Stepping over to the weeping willow he did the same thing and placed his right hand on top of the trunk.

Albus, relieved Ed had been awake, walked forward now that the two trees weren't trying to kill or maim him anymore. "Edward." He greeted. "How are you-"

"I told you to send Fawkes if you needed me. And there's no way you need me already!" Ed interrupted, glaring angrily at Albus. "So what are you doing here?"

Albus smiled and made sure to completely enter the garden. "I needed to ask you what you want me to say the the Order."

Ed, confused and yet curious, followed Albus who had stared walking towards the center of the garden. "What do you mean?"

"You mentioned the Father, and Albus heard you. He, and now the others, want to know who the Feather is. I already did explain that you are immortal."

"Can't you just tell them it's none of their buisness?" Ed demanded, moving infront of Albus to intercept a hanging rose vine about to wrap around Albus's throat. All of his flowers knew him by touch, and they knew that they couldn't kill or hurt him, which made most of them not even try anything when he was near.

Albus cleared his throat awkwardly before answering. "They have a right to know, Ed."

"Not about that. It has nothing to do with them." Ed growled before leading the way between two rose bushes, entering the part of the garden most wouldn't go near. It was a hill covered area that had his most special flowers.

Albus, realizing where they were going, paused. "Um, Edward, would you mind if we don't-"

"I have to check on my flowers, Albus. And I still haven't decided on what I'm going to do."

Albus sighed before reluctantly entering the garden. "You can't take your time, Ed. If you don't leave for the giants soon I'll have to send someone else. And what are you going to give them as gifts?"

Facing away from Albus Ed grinned and laughed to himself. "This and that. Maybe a flower?" He joked, before turning around. "Look, Albus. I realize you think there's a time limit on this whole thing. But, there isn't. Wars can last years. Look at this worlds muggle wars. One lasted five, another eleven years. I will help because I don't really like how Voldemort's Death Eaters think they are better than everyone else. The wizards hide from the muggles, not the other way around. Wizards subconsciously know that muggles could wipe them out if they wanted to." Ed had noticed that early on, and when he mentioned it to Nickolas the man had just laughed at him and changed the subject.

Albus shook his head before smiling. "Well then, if you are set on helping me with this, when will you be leaving for the giants?"

Ed didn't answer but instead turned and walked up to the Crocus in the area. Bending down he allowed the flower to crawl up his arm. "Albus, perhaps you should leave. I'll see you when I return."

It wasn't the answer Albus had wanted, however, it did say Ed was leaving soon. Perhaps right away. He didn't argue and instead nodded and turned to leave. "Not that way, here." Albus looked again to see Ed holding up a flower.

"What is that?"

Grinning Ed handed a reluctant Albus the flower. "It is a combination I created a long time ago. It's like apparating, only there no motion sickness. And, all you have to do is tell the flower where to go. It has thestral blood, you see. In any case, tt bypasses any wards. I think you should go back to your Order and answer any questions except the ones about me."

Albus studied the flower before looking back at Ed. "These are powerful flowers, Ed."

Ed shrugged before smirking. "Not really. They wither and die once they leave the garden."

Albus smiled at the forethought before giving Ed a look. "I expect to see you soon."

"Yeah, yeah." Ed waved albus off before turning to walk further into the garden.

Albus looked down and whispered a place to the flower before disappearing in a small tornado of the flowers petals.

Ed looked up at the sun before sighing. "If I'm going to the giants, and getting back in time for the first quidditch game, I should probably leave soon." Turning he surveyed the area one more time before walking towards the northern most part of the garden where he kept a small chest.

Reaching it he took out his wand. "Lumos" the devil snare covering the chest slithered to the sides, allowing him to get into the chest. Opening it he took out a belt that strapped around his back, a long sword sheathed in it. He had made the sword himself, it had hints of every mineral (iron, metal, gold, wood, earth, and other such things...) so that if he needed a sword made of mostly copper than or if he wants to make it like Greeds armor then he needed the minerals.

After securing his sword onto his back he rolled up his sleeves before strapping on his wrist guards, for blocking. Looking back into the chest he eyed a book he had written a while back. 'I should take this. Might need it. I doubt they changed their language to any other one. They were very prideful back then...' He grabbed the book, which was a dictionary he had made years ago the was in amestrian -to- giant. This way no one else could use it but him. He was very possessive of his stuff.

Surveying the chest Ed pondered over grabbing a few possible gifts but decided to just give them what they like most, magic. Grabbing a smaller chest, only about the size of his head Ed shrunk it before placing it in his pocket. Backing away from the chest he closed the lid before saying "Knox" which doused the light. The devils snare immediately went back to its place, hiding the chest.

Standing Ed went over to the Crocus flowers again. Grabbing one he whispered softly, "North of Novopolotsk."

The flower petals blinded him as they spun around him quickly. It being nearly the opposite side of the earth it would be night time there. He was ready for it, so when he opened his eyes he waited for them to adjust to the moon blanketed landscape.

The flower turned to ash in his hand before blowing away in a stray wind. Ed turned to watch the ashes float away, it was a full moon so he had fairly good vision. There was a town to his right, he could see the many lights. But to his left, and much farther away, there were many mountains. From where he was they didn't look that big, but from experience and knowledge he knew they were hundreds of feet. This was the only giant camp he remembered that had mountains surrounding it. He knew that the population of giants had decreased greatly as the muggles had investigated and plotted the earth more effectively over the years. They had their scanners that showed heat, and a giants temperature was near the 130 mark. The muggle military had captured some for experimenting, and the wizard aurors had killed a lot in the last war. Ed, having been on a investigation in Australia, hadn't taken part in the war, and he hadn't heard about it until the instigator had died. By then there had been nothing he could do, so he had ignored it and just continued his research.

Starting forward Ed squinted before groaning. 'I really don't want to walk the whole way...' Looking around he made sure he was a lone before twisting and apparating to the base of the mountains. 'Much better. Magic can be damn handy sometimes.' He thought, grinning madly before looking up the mountain. The thought crossed his mind to just apparate to the top. But really, it would be a good workout, and get him ready in case the Gurg is a bastard. It could happen, and if it did he had a plan.

Reaching for the lowest leverage he pulled himself up before beginning a long, yet refreshing, climb to the top. No rope to secure him, no one else to help, just him and the mountain, and the night air. The moon was starting to set, and the sun was starting to rise behind him, yet he could still see very clearly. But, with the clear sight came a silence unique to dawn, and with the dawn he could hear the rumblings of giants waking up. "Knew it." He grunted, pulling himself up to the very top of the mountain, and over. Mountains are pointed, so he couldn't really stand on the very top. But he did get a good grip on it so he could look down from the top, un-noticed by any of the 20 to 25 foot giants lounging around the area, just waking with the mornings sun. "Looks like they have civilized quiet a bit since the last time I've been here." He said to himself before sliding down to a convenient ledge a distance below him.

"Now where is this Hagrid Dumbledore mentioned?" He was talking to himself, more like mumbling to himself, but since he was alone he didn't see the point in just thinking to himself. Because really, thinking to himself really is like talking to himself, only its in his head...yeah... Looking around the very large mountain range, it was at least five football fields long and wide(1800 sq ft). The reason why no muggles had found it was because he, Albus, and Nickolas had cast a very large spell to make it look like it was a semi active volcano, and any muggle who got near it would feel tremors and freak out, or get attacked by wolves, bears, or other such wild life.

Deciding he had looked around enough, and he still hadn't found this negotiator, Ed was about to descend further when a small ripple occurred below. Looking down he watched as two much smaller beings walked through the giants. "They look about the size of kids...wait..." Squinting Ed tried to get a better look, because the two beings walked much more...balanced than baby giants, or floogs as the giants called them. "That's gotta be Hagrid and his backup. If they are that large, then they must be either part troll or part giant. But, seeing as they aren't grey like the part trolls, I'm going with giants." Ed was impressed with Albus's choice in liaisons. He obviously remembered that giants weren't fond of regular wizards.

He watched as they walked forwards with a large helmet held in the man's, obviously Hagrid's, hands. They had been smart enough to wait until the giants had started eating their meals. By the way the Gurg was sitting Ed figured it wasn't the first gift. "They might not need my help, after all..." He decided to just sit back and watch, unsheathing his sword carefully so the *ping* wouldn't be heard. While giants weren't very good bilinguals, they had excellent hearing. And, it being as quiet as it was down there as the giants watched the two approach they would have heard it, easily.

He watched silently as the Gurg accepted the gift with a happy face, his yellow teeth easy for Ed to see. He murmered happily in the giant's language, which to wizards and muggles would sound like "Floon gar parlun, goringar yawlsin helmargn!" But, having spent five years with giants a long time ago, and having translated it himself, Ed was able to tell that what he said was: Look at this, it is a new goblin helmet!" As he watched, Hagrid and his backup looked to another giant, who bent down and translated for them.

"The giant language can be hard to translate." Ed acknowledged, not faulting the two half giants for not knowing their ancestral language. Because really, the giants were like cavemen, in a way, so they were directly related to muggles and wizards, just they hadn't matured in the thinking department. But, to make up for lack of knowledge, they grew enormously large to crush their prey. Bigger the better. They were still growing, by Ed's reckoning, because when he last encountered a giant it had only been around 18 or 20 feet. These ones were easily 22 to 25 feet tall.

Watching the two sat as the Gurg, or Chief in the giant tongue, placed the helmet on his head. Realizing he would have a long wait, Ed leaned back himself to watch the Gurg reactions. He seemed fairly interested in what the two were saying, but they didn't really have his attention. The language barrier made it hard for him to truly appreciate what they were telling him. Ed, already knowing their mission, knew what they were probably saying. Albus Dumbledore will help save the giant race, he will give you land and protection. But, the giants truly didn't care about their race. Anyone who knew giants even the slightest would know that. Albus never really liked giants, or trolls. He thought studying them a waste of time, and when Ed had done his research Albus had been busy looking for his stupid story book objects.

Ed sat up straight as, after the noon time, the two finally left the Gurg to wallow in the food gifts the other giants brought him and his mate. Giants only mate twice in their life times. As with the two part giants, the females can choose which to have, a giant or a smaller partner. Generally they chose giant. But, the occasional giantess would choose a smaller partner for her own reasons. Ed, himself, had been approached once by a young giantess with all her teeth. But he had, ahem, turned her down rather awkwardly.

Ed shook his head to get rid of the awkward memory of the very tall giantess that had cornered him during one of their many battle parties. Strength is how giants party. The stronger, the more popular. Turning he watched to see where the two would leave to bed down. They chose a cave far enough away to be safe, but close enough to hear any commotion.

He was just about to turn to leave when the sound of voices reached him from to his right. There was a giant just below him, one with dark hair and a necklace of bones. His hair was probably caked with mud and blood... And there was two smaller people, obviously not giants or part giants, with him. Leaning over the ledge Ed turned so his ear was closer to them.

"You understand?" It was the wizard speaking, in a very slow manner.

"Gah. Ou mash Mey" Here the giant pointed to himself, "Gurg, of awll" he gestured to the whole area, meaning the giants, "an gaver Mey" he pointed to himself again, "laend?"

The ending sounded very much like a question to Ed. But from what he could decipher, the two wizards had promised to help the giant become Gurg, and then when he does they would give him more land. "What do they want though..." It was Ed's experience that wizards don't associate with the giants unless they want something from them, Albus being a keen example.

The two wizards looked at each other for a moment. Mumbling could be heard, and the silence dragged on for the giant, making him antsy. Shifting his weight the giants eyes moved around, his focus no longer on the two wizards. Coughing one of the wizards caught his attention back. "Yes. You challenge the Gurg tonight. Win, and you will be the new Gurg of all." The wizard was speaking slowly, making sure he motioned with his hands. The giant nodded, grinning and showing off his black teeth. Ed couldn't tell what the wizards reactions to that were, their faces were too small to see from his height. "When you win you will make the other giants help the dark lord." Ed frowned as he heard that. 'So Voldemort is after the giants, just like Albus...' "In exch- um..." Whispering from his colleage made the wizards pause. "In return you will get more land."

The giant grinned wider before nodding. "Gah. Golgo will." He agreed, pounding his chest in the signature agreement. It was a lot like shaking hands to giants, when agreeing on something.

Their meeting through the two wizards turned and apparated away, Ed spotted their smoke on a far side of the mountain. 'Probably to watch the blood bath later tonight, but I think the current Gurg will win.'

Sitting back, making sure to make no noise that a mountain mouse wouldn't make, Ed thought about what he had learned, and formed two seperate plans. Depending on how the battle tonight turned out, he would use one. He was looking forward to plan B, more than plan A. 'Plan A is so dull...but most plan As' are!' He folded his arms behind his head to wait out the coming evening, not really hungry. He had tons of energy, and he couldn't wait for an excuse to use it!

{AN: Okay, i know this is a slightly shorter chapter, but this is where i wanted to end it, so there! lol, that and its the perfect spot to end it! So, just so everyone is on the same page.

In regards to where we are in the HP order of events, Its before trelawny gets sacked. Umbridge is going on her Decree spree, i think she gets up to 40? Anyways, when she is doing that Albus doesn't show up at all, for at least a month. so, this is the 3rd day of that month. Its also before Ron's first quidditch experience (don't know if ill include that, Ed wont be there soo...) and before Hagrid returns, obviously.

So, thats that. There were some very good flower ideas, i mentioned them all, but i only used a few for the magical examples...

reviews! i do understand the hardness to find your names...

Panda yup, i have today off! :D

Dov5e i hope you liked my use of your flowers? and he did

Sapphire i wish i had a spinny chair! hope this is better?

hasohpd Liked the flower, very good name for it lol, hope you liked my use of it?

Joker Oak awesome tree! thanks! i hope you liked the description?

I hope everyone liked it!

Please review! maybe...7 again?}

~~QUESTION: Okay, this has nothing to do with current chapters, or story, but is very Very Very important. As many of us know by now, Dumbledore dies in book six. This does not, i repeat, DOES NOT mean i will make another story... but I merely want to know: If i made him live, would you guys be okay with that?

Also, if there is a character that is suposed to die, and does die in the book/movie, and i made them live in my story (it doesn't matter the character...fred/george, hedwig, sirius, snape...you get the idea) would you guys care? Does anyone not like it when authors do that? That is my question!

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