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That night after everyone had gone to bed, Harry, Ron, and Hermione waited next to the fire for Sirius to appear.

"Sirius!" they said in unison.

"Hey guys, how're things?" he smiled

"Not good, Umbridge forced another decree on us disbanding teams and clubs and-"

"Secret Defense Against The Dark Arts groups?" Sirius said slyly.

"How did you know?" the three gasped.

"Mundungus overheard you, he was the witch in the veil."

"How did he?" wondered Hermione

"The space was nearly empty only you guys and a couple of other people, of course you were going to be overheard." he lightly scoffed

"Well, it was better than the three broomsticks right?" pressed Hermione. "That place is always crowded."

"Which is why you wouldn't have been overheard. You're smart Hermione, but you still have a lot to learn." As they quartet talked in the common room, about the group and where they could meet, something was at the back of Ron's mind and he struggled to remember it.

"Wait."he said at last, "Was Elric supposed to be there?" The three turned to Sirius who, to their dismay, frowned.

"No, as far as I know, he isn't even an Order member yet. He-" but at that instant, Sirius left, and the sight they beheld sent the trio running. There was a hand in the fire, grabbing where Sirius's head had been.

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Ed grumbled to himself. That stupid Fuhrer bastard. Making him stand outside in this weather, at night. Did he not know that Ed had automail? How would he like it if he had automail? "I should rip his arm off, see how he likes it." he mocked under his breath.

He, the headmaster, and the deputy headmistress, were standing by the lake waiting for Mustang to arrive. he was to arrive by carriage, Hawkeye would come as his escort, then Ed would take over bodyguard duty. The assessment would take place the next day during classes and Minerva and Dumbledore would take turn covering his morning classes, because then there would be less of a chance of someone coming onto the grounds and seeing the assessment take place. He hoped none of them would damage his classes outlook on Alchemy permanently.

As a carriage came into view, Ed wondered if the two could see the thestrals, then he started beating himself up because obviously they could. They were in the war of Ishval for fuck's sake.

The carriage stopped a few paces in front of them and both of them got out.

"Sir!" Ed saluted.

"At ease Fullmetal." Replied Roy walking towards the Hogwarts Professors as Riza and Ed exchanged salutes. "Hello Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Mcgonagall." He shook their hands, "Lovely to see you again."

"Sir!" saluted Riza, "I will return in a day for you. I am passing down my duties to Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist."

"I will ensure that bastard Fuhrer-" he coughed under Riza's glare "I mean Roy Mustang does not come to harm under my watch." He saluted.

"You're lucky too many people would notice you missing," growled Roy at his unruly subordinate. All of them stood in silence as the carriage faded into the distance, as soon as it was out of view, Mustang turned and said to the headmaster, "Very well then, should we head to your office? I understood from your letter that there was something you wished to speak of and tonight is better than tomorrow."

"Yes, of course, come along," the headmaster lead them to his study and after saying the password, he invited them inside.

"Draw up a chair" he said with a smile after pulling one from thin air.

"Don't mind if I do." said Roy as he sat down with Ed right at his shoulder.

"Firewhiskey?" Asked Dumbledore as he conjured glasses for everyone.

"No thank you." politely refused Mustang.

"Edward?"

"No thank you." The drink might be spiked, and anyways he wanted his wits about him.

"Very well." Dumbledore clapsed his hands on his desk. "We have a proposition for you. As I am quite sure you know, I represent the light side in the war against Voldemort. I am also the head of a group organized for the sole purpose of fighting him. I would like to know if you would join."

"By you, do you mean me, Fullmetal, or Amestris?" retorted Mustang.

"I beg your pardon."

"Your spy, no, your informant was not exactly subtle." smirked Mustang "All it took was a photo and asking a secretary, his records are still in the muggle world you know, it wasn't too hard to find him after that."

"How did you know?"

"Tourists asking about the Elric brothers are a dime a dozen, but actually looking for them? That merited investigation." There was a tense silence in the room.

"I suppose there was a better way to go about it, wasn't there?" sighed Dumbledore at last.

"Yes, not that it matters now. So, what do you want?"

"I would like young Edwards support, and yours as well if the time comes for it. I would also like Edward to stay with Harry Potter during the christmas break."

"Oh? And why is that? I doubt his family would appreciate a stranger staying with them during christmas time, besides, you probably secured the place he stays at ages ago, so why do you really want my subordinate?"

"I-" Dumbledore hesitated looking Edward who was just staring ahead impassively, "I was hoping for a positive answer to the invitation, the boy will spend Christmas in the hideout, by being there Edward could both be an active member, and guard Harry."

"No offense, Headmaster, but Potter has expressed extreme reluctance to be in my presence, I highly doubt your proposition would go over well." Ed stated.

"He is still growing and needs to figure out his path. If he stumbles along the way, we can only hope he does what's right."

"Or you could slap some sense into him." muttered Ed under his breath so that only Mustang could hear.

"Please, give him another chance." continued Dumbledore. "In the light of Voldemort's return, everyone needs to stick together."

"How dangerous is Voldemort?" asked Mustang.

"He is a very powerful wizard with many followers. He is the most evil Wizard to have ever existed."

" What is his goal?"

"Goal?"

"Yes, all villains have goals. Is he trying to get revenge? Is he aiming for world domination? Is he upset that his crush wouldn't go out with him? Does he just enjoy killing? What is his motive?"

"He wishes to purge to world of non-magicals."

"What are areas that he affects?"

"London mostly, generally Europe."

"How long has he been after this goal?"

"Around ten years."

"Is there something he's waiting for?" Frowned Mustang.

"Excuse me?"

"Well he's had ample time for killing, if he hasn't taken over everything or killed everyone yet, he's either inefficient or he's waiting for something." replied Mustang

"His followers have done unspeakable things, he has killed thousands."

"I see" But, thought Mustang, if we go by how many we state alchemists can kill in war, that's not really much.

"Would you help us?"

"Personally, I can not as I have a country to run."

"Would you lend us your support?" asked Dumbledore tentatively "it would benefit you immensely I promise you."

"Do tell."

"You will have wizards in your debt, and wizards never forget debts we will be bound to you by that. If you aid us, we will aid you."

"Hmm, I will consider these propositions, for now," Mustang said as he stood up, "My subordinate and I will retire, good night."

And he strode out of the room as if he owned the place with Ed opening and closing the door for him. Leaving both Professors to wonder, how did he know where to go?

This chapter is beyond crappy and I apologize in advance. I suck at writing intense battle of wits scene. If anyone has like suggestions in making it better, then please tell me, and I'll try to make it not as sucky. Follow, favorite and review!

edit: This has been edited and the new content is entirely due to GodofGreed's suggestions.