Heh, guess I have a few things to explain.
Baka Neko and the Y group: I'm sorry, I feel kinda stupid now for making the weird chapter titles, especially since I ran out of interjections --;
To all the people who have just started getting into the FMA mainstream: This series is awesome, and it doesn't take a genious alchemist to think so. I've been watching episodes 1-40 again and I realize I'm really obsessed XD since I watched it already like 6 other times, props to Steve who let me borrow 'em. It's only now that I actually have ideas to incorporate into this fanfic. And I'm sorry to all those people who think that I'm making Ed a bit too much like Harry, but that's just the way I write. Which I don't. Write, I mean.
But I have a question: Should this be a funny fic, a more serious fic, or is it fine the way it is? Because I have a few funny AND serious things in mind. XD
ANYWAYS- Back to the story. FMA- Arakawa Hiromu and Square Enix, and HP- JKRowling.
Ed looked down as Harry bit his lip, apprehensive about what he was going to say.
"I-I'm an alchemist."
"What? You mean..."
"Look, I'm not used to this world. I've based my whole life on the Principle of Equivalent Trade. People cannot gain anything without sacrificing something. You must present something of equal value to gain something." Ed closed his eyes. "I had to learn the hard way."
He held up his metal arm. "This is automail."
"A-Auto-what?" Harry stammered.
Ed sighed. "I tried human transmutation. I attempted to bring my dead mother to life. I lost my left leg, and my little brother Alphonse lost his entire body."
"Your brother...you mean he's..."
"I managed to attach his soul to a suit of armor. But I had to sacrifice my right arm in the process. We're searching for the 'Kenja no Ishi-' The Philosopher's Stone- to restore our original bodies."
"Wait, wait- what's transmutation?"
"It's when you understand the elements of an object, break it down, and rebuild it." Ed replied. "Give me something to transmute."
Harry, confused as ever, looked around and finally pointed to a glass vase. Ed took it and smashed it into pieces. He clapped his hands and placed them over the glass. Suddenly, blue sparks appeared as the shards reshaped into the vessel again, perfect as ever. Harry stared at Ed's hands, puzzled.
"Usually you would use a transmutation circle but..." Ed got up. "I've been through a lot of things."
"What does the circle do? Why do you clap your hands?" Harry's mind was swimming with questions.
"Look, you look like you don't exactly have the mind of an alchemist. You won't learn this and you shouldn't. That's final." Ed crossed his hands, tired of the round of questions.
Harry sat back on his bed in disbelief of all the things the blond had said in the past ten minutes.
Wait. He said something about the Philosopher's Stone, right?
"The Philosopher's Stone..." Harry scratched his head. "But it was destroyed five years ago..."
"Eh. WHAT?" Ed stood up abruptly, the rest of the students groaning from the loud noise.
"Well..."
"WHO CREATED IT?"
"Ah, it was someone called... Flamel...?"
"Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone." Ed and Harry looked towards the entrance. Hermione was at the door, arms crossed. She sat down at Harry's bed and looked at them.
"Ed."
He didn't respond. He sat on his bed and petted his little kitten, Orenji. (He's not that great in naming.) He looked up.
"Tell me your story."
"What?" Harry was flabbergasted.
"I've seen people around you. Why do they act that way?"
Hermione thought for a second, then left the room.
Harry sighed.
"You know of Voldemort, right? The guy whose name no one says?" Ron cringed in his sleep.
Ed nodded. In some of the textbooks he had read, there was always a reference to "He-who-must-not-be-named." What did it have to do with him?
"When I was one...he killed my parents."
Harry recalled the bright green flash that had appeared that night.
"Then he tried to kill me. But all he left was this scar."
He pushed up his bangs and revealed a lightning-bolt-shaped scar.
"Since then, he's had a personal agenda against me. Ever since I came to Hogwarts, year after year, he's always tried to kill me, but failed." Harry bit his lip.
"A student died because of me." He looked up, expecting at least a reaction.
None.
"I killed a few people. Whether it was by accident or not, the feeling just doesn't die. You know that feeling, right?"
Harry slowly nodded. The scene when Cedric Diggory died replayed over and over again in his dreams, haunting him.
There was a moment when they looked at each other, seeing pain in their eyes.
Ed broke the silence as he muttered, "We should go to bed."
He leaned his head on his pillow. Harry followed suit, wondering what was to come in the morning when they recollected the conversation.
Ed woke up first, wondering why he was so tired in the first place. He rubbed his forehead as he groaned and sat up. The light streaming in from the window stung his eyes, and as he buried his face in his pillow again he made contact with parchment. Frowning and wincing, he picked up the parchment and discovered that the neat cursive handwriting belonged to Hermione. He covered his bruised eye and read:
Ed,
I'm really sorry for being jealous of you. I didn't know what you were going through.
I hope you can forgive me.
Ed smiled. Maybe she wasn't as bad as he thought.
And PLEASE forgive me for telling Snape and Dumbledore about the potion incident.
He took that back. Maybe she was.
Ed rolled his eyes ('Ow!') and suddenly remembered the previous night. He looked at Harry, who was still fast asleep. Ed smiled again. They had a lot more in common than what he thought when they first met.
"Mmm...Mum...I don't wanna wear that pink sweater..." Ron mumbled. He groggily got up and yawned. He opened his eyes and spotted Ed, who was staring at Harry.
"Ed?" Ed jumped, and changed his clothes quickly.
"Today's a Saturday." Ed stopped, and quickly changed into a casual long-sleeved shirt and pants. Digging for socks, he spotted a small letter. Pfth. A permission slip. Ed frowned.
"Do you know what this is for?"
Ed handed it over to the half-asleep red-head, who was still in his pajamas and ready for another five hours of sleep.
Squinting, Ron yawned again and muttered, "It gives you permission to go outside the castle to a nearby village. Hogsmeade, it's called. Who's Roy Mustang?"
Ed rolled his eyes, ignoring the pain. "He's...my guardian." How he hated saying that. He didn't NEED a guardian, and that stupid taisa wasn't one of them anyways.
Ron chuckled. "Seems like you don't like him."
"You have no idea."
Ed waited as Harry, Hermione, and eventually Ron dressed up. Harry looked smaller and lankier than usual, with his oversized clothing. Hermione wore a jumper and skirt, and Ron wore a handknitted sweater. He gave the permission slip to Professor McGonagall, who promptly nodded and allowed them to leave the school. Ed breathed a sigh of relief as they walked the path to Hogsmeade Village.
How was that? XD Don't say Ed should be wearing the red cloak and leather clothing, he has normal clothes too. Look at the manga. XD He looks quite sexy in that black top XD Okay, I have to get off the caffeine. I mean soup. I don't drink coffee or soda.