Hagaren- Arakawa Hiromu and Square Enix. HP- JKRowling.

Ed was in a foul mood. He had banged his right knee on the boat to the castle, and he had been jabbed in the stomach by an eager first year. Not to mention the bruises and bumps on the barrier incident still hurt.

As soon as he got off the boat he couldn't risk any more injuries. He ran to the front of the line. He went past the threshold and looked around. Stairs. He ran up the steps and opened the large doors. A gigantic room glowed under the enchanted ceiling. Straight ahead was Professor Dumbledore, who looked up at him under his half-moon spectacles.

"Ah, Edward Elric, I presume. You're exactly 3 minutes and 27 seconds early. Enough time to sort you."

Sort? Some sort of ceremony?

"Come now, don't be afraid. Just put the hat on and it will decide." Dumbledore pointed to a three-legged stool and a raggety hat. Ed blinked. He could've sworn it moved. He shrugged and sprinted past the long tables. He sat down and put it on, unsure of what would happen.

Suddenly, the hat started talking in his head.

Hmm, it said. Not bad. You've got enough knowledge to be in Ravenclaw... but you're also a brave one. You have noble intentions, yes... this mind is so similar to the one I've looked at 5 years ago... except you're a lot smarter and having better street smarts and better build and actually interesting...

5 years ago?

But yes. I'm done rambling. You will be in the same house as him, I'm too lazy and I have about a thousand other kids to sort. Gryffindor!

Was that it? Ed gave a confused glance at the headmaster, who was suddenly busy filing his nails.

What was all that about the houses? He was in something with a G.

Suddenly, the doors swung open again and an enormous person with a shaggy beard said "First years, this way! C'mon now." It was like he had a built in loudspeaker. Ed cringed. First his head, now his ears?

ARRRRRGH.

The nervous 11-year olds jumped at Hagrid's voice. Harry Potter shook his head and grinned. He made his way to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Next to them sat a very pissed off blond who was already there before any of them had arrived.

"That's him," Ron whispered. "That's the bloke who shouted at us."

"Really?" Harry turned around to see his face. "I haven't seen him before."

"He did say he was new," Hermione shrugged. "But I wonder why he came in this late...He would fail all of the classes coming in now."

Ed grinned at the conversation, although his jaw started to hurt afterwords. He winced. But he had studied all the books they had used in 5 years. He was up to the challenge. After all, when he was 12, he had memorized complex alchemic circles and the elements of the human body. Piece of cake.

The feast was magnificent. Ed hadn't had this much food in years, except at the time in Aquaroya when he had about a thousand and one bowls of buckwheat noodles. There were plates of pudding (CHOCOLATE!!!) and pie (APPLE!!! Just like Winry's and Gracia's pies!) and lots of chicken and other stuff he didn't recognize, but still tasted great anyways. Suddenly, the table cleared and Ron and Hermione stood up. Ron shouted, "Oi! Midgets! Over here! Follow the prefects!" Hermione smacked him upside the head.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A SUPER HYPER MIDGET!!!!!!!" The voice echoed echoed echoed through the Great Hall. Ed stood up and glared at Ron, ready to transmute his automail. Then he stopped. Roy had specifically told him not to do stuff with his automail.

Kuso, he cursed. Ron blinked, then turned around.

"Alright... um.. First years..."

Ed was not ready to forgive that cursed red-head, but he had better things to do. He followed the rest of the sixth years to the dorms, where an extra four-post bed had been set up next to the window.

"Hey." Ed turned around and stood face to face with a raven-haired boy of a lanky stature. Well, more like face to chin.

"Going to make fun of my height now?"

The boy paled and wiped his glasses. "Well, no...I apologize on behalf of my friend here." He pointed to Ron, who sat on his bed and refused to look at them.

"You don't have to apologize. YOU didn't call me short, HE did." Ed glared at the red-head.

"My name's Harry. Harry Potter." He held a hand up.

"Yeah? I'm Edward Elric." He held his hand up as well. Both were shocked at each other's reactions.

"You...haven't heard of me?" They both said.

"No," replied the two in unison.

"Well. That's... okay." The two said, awkwardly.

"In fact, that's better for me," said the pair.

And a friendship was born.
Me: :wipes tears off face: That.. was..wonderful..

Ed: Shaddup.