"Hey Al! We should start looking for a good place to begin training!" Neville looked up from his book as Harry came strutting forward, his bag slung over his shoulder and a cocky grin on his face. He sighed, closing his book he stood to face his brother.
"Shouldn't we wait for the Colonel? He might want to join us." Harry's grin dropped, replaced by a scowl at the mention of Hermione.
"The bastard can train by himself, we don't need-"
"Need what shorty?" He jumped at the voice.
"Hello Colonel." Hermione waved at Neville before turning an eye at Harry.
"Was there something you were gonna say midget or did you short circuit?" The grin on her face caused him to growl.
"I was saying we don't need a useless bastard slowing us down."
"If I recall on the train you couldn't even perform a basic transmutation." Harry blushed in embarrassment before turning away.
"Just give it a rest Ed, you'll only pull a muscle." Neville, always the voice of reason, scolded his brother before smiling at the Colonel.
"Don't mind him Colonel, he's probably just tired."
"Tired of being short."
"That's it!" Harry launched himself at Hermione, who easily dodged him and pinned him to the ground.
"You're pretty rusty Fullmetal, have you been keeping in shape?" The smaller squirmed in her hold.
"There weren't any places near where I lived to train, damn it let go!" Neville sighed in defeat at the two.
"It's gonna be a long year."
"What the hell is this?!" Hermione sighed as Harry glared at the transfiguration teacher.
"Language , 10 points from Ravenclaw." The alchemist barely paid her any mind, his focus on the tea cup she transfigured from a cat.
"Where the hell is the equivalent exchange?" He ran hypothesis after hypothesis in his mind as the professor returned the cup back into a cat.
Once her demonstration was over they were all told to change their beetles into buttons. Harry scowled down at his own insect, not really in the mood to harm an innocent creature.
"Is there a problem over her ?" The stern woman from the sorting asked, eyes narrowed and a frown on her face.
The alchemist huffed as he picked up his wand, an unusual combination of blackthorn and fir wood with a thestral tail hair and phoenix feather core 11inches unyielding, and waved it over the beetle. The insect seemed to still for a second before becoming a shiny blue button.
Professor McGonagall gave the boy a smile and praised him for such quick spell work. Hermione rolled her eyes once the teacher turned her back to them and leaned over to inspect the beetle turned button.
"Seems normal enough." She picked up the button, seeing no signs of the beetle anywhere until she felt a soft thump against her finger.
Hermione hissed softly before casting the spell again, returning the beetle to it's natural state.
Professor McGonagall praised the two for picking up the spell so easily, not really seeing the pale looks the two were casting at each other.
Neville didn't bother asking the two why they were so quiet when he took the same class an hour later.
"Geez, this whole transfiguration shit is terrible." Harry frowned down at his lunch, mismatched green and gold eyes dazed.
Hermione merely grunted beside him, not in the mood to talk.
"There isn't equivalent exchange happening at all, it's like this magic crap is over-riding the laws." He exclaimed, waving his fork around.
Neville hummed as he added more meat to his brother's plate.
"You two haven't been in the wizarding world for to long, here it's normal to turn anything your mind desires into reality." The duo blinked, forgetting for a second that Al was born into the magical world and they were raised in the muggle world.
"Great, more shit to discover."
"Now now shorty, don't get your panties in a bunch." Harry growled at the smirking teen, rage swimming in his eyes.
"You asking for an ass whooping bastard?"
"With you? Ha, you could barely reach me if you tried." With a roar the boy leapt at the laughing girl, knocking the both of them to the ground. Neville sighed into his palm as the teachers came and separated them.
Harry was led off to his head of house while Hermione followed the greasy bat chimera reject out of the hall.
"A quiet year must be to hard to ask for huh?"
The first month of classes flew by like the wind, leaving Harry dizzy as the beginnings of October crept foreword.
"Damn, has is really been a month already? Time sure flies huh Alphonse?" Neville nodded as he scooped another helping of eggs onto the other's plate.
Hermione hummed from beside him, a steaming cup of black coffee in her hand and a newspaper in the other.
The trio were currently seated at the Ravenclaw table for the day, usually switching seating every week.
Harry had just finished his second helping when the owl-post came flying in.
"Great, more flying rats to shit on my day."
"Hush brother." Hermione eyed the owls with disdain as a black crow came and settled before her.
The bird cawed, lifting his leg up for her to remove the letter attached.
Neville blinked as a large bird came and crashed into Harry, causing the boy to fall backwards.
"Argh! Damnit Spike, you almost killed me." The bird crooned, large amber eyes sparkling with mirth.
"That's not an owl Fullmetal." Hermione called as Harry lifted himself up, the large bird nearly towering over him.
The pre-teen grinned, letting his pet climb onto his shoulders.
"I couldn't settle on just some boring old owl, I wanted something with style." Nevilled rubbed his nose as Hermione sighed.
"Even reincarnated you still have horrible taste."
"What'd you say bastard?!"
"Could you two not fight this early in the morning?" Harry huffed as he settled down, Spike preening his messy hair.
Hermione grinned smugly over her coffee before returning to the paper in her hands.
"Looks like the bank's been robbed." The alchemist perked up at the mention of Gringotts.
"It was? I wonder who the idiot was that stole from them." He rubbed his chin in thought before going back for another plate.
Neville looked over the muggleborn's shoulder to see the date. "It appears the bank's been robbed several months ago, why are they sending this out now?" The three shared a look before shrugging, unconcerned of the matter, to busy with classes to care about an event that happened before school started.
"What class do we have now?"
"Charms I believe."
"With the short professor? Sweet." Harry got along well with his head of house, seeing as the man was way shorter then him.
Neville sighed as the two stood from the table and headed off to class, leaving him behind.
"Those two,"
A sweat-drop appeared over his head.
"Will be the destruction of Hogwarts."