Sorry, everyone, I took a little longer writing/posting this than what I had originally anticipated! Sorry! I got to reading a bunch of good fan fiction, and one thing led to another, and, well, here I am! Haha! Hope you like this chapter!A little shorter than what I had planned on, but it's still pretty long! Hopefully the next chapter will be up sometime tonight! Haha!I really ought to start writing more during school! I wish I had a laptop... sigh... Oh, well! Please remember to review and enjoy:) Happy Easter to anyone who celebrates it:)

I do not own FMA - but I did get a Roy keychain in my Easter basket! Roy! (drool...)...

Chapter 17: "Investigations"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione quickly made their way down the dirt path towards a large gate flanked by winged boars. Hermione, walking in the middle, quickly grasped Harry's right hand and Ron's left. Ron turned his head around to look back at Trisha, smiled, and held out his own right hand to hold onto Trisha's left hand – the human hand. Trisha blushed. 'What on earth is he doing?' she thought. She was soon distracted when she noticed Fawkes fly up ahead and suddenly burst into flame, disappearing.

"Hold on tight!" Ron told her as they passed through the gate.

"But wait, what about – ?"

Her unfinished sentence lingered in the air; in the blink of an eye, four teenagers suddenly disappeared from view.

…

So far their research had been fruitless. Military police had been deployed, phone calls had been made and files had read through, but there was still no lead on what had happened to the girl… It was turning out to be a long night…

Roy sighed again. He thought hard, 'flash of light… disappearing… transmutation circles… green light… laughing… Winry… Edward… Alphonse…'

"Aaaugh!" Roy cried out. "What does this all mean?"

"I don't know, chief," a weary Havoc responded, "but your wife is here – she wants to speak with you… in the hallway…"

Roy's face paled. His subordinates gave him sympathetic looks as he made his way out the door.

"Good luck, sir…"

"You'll be ok…"

"It ain't like she can do much, anyway…"

"I don't know about that; I did see her at the firing range a few weeks ago…"

"Oh, well, in that case, the General's toast…"

"WILL YOU ALL SHUT UP?" Mustang shouted as he stood in the doorway. "Humph!" he snorted as he turned on his heel and quickly closed the door behind him.

There was silence in the office – pure silence…

"Yeah, you're right, he's toast…"

And with that the men began to resume their work, lest the sharp-shooting Riza should decide to come in and "check on them"…

…

It was the middle of the afternoon on the outskirts of the busy city of London when four teenagers suddenly popped out of nowhere.

"All right, we're here!" Ron said, letting go of the two girls' hands and stretching.

"What… just happened?" Trisha said weakly, clutching at her throbbing head.

Ron laughed. "Sorry about that, mate – we just apparated. Why? You don't remember it from last night?"

"Ron! She fainted! Of course she wouldn't remember!" Hermione said crossly.

"Oh, right, sorry about that!" He said sheepishly as his face turned red to match his hair.

"That's ok," Trisha sighed. "Just two questions, though – where are we and where is Fawkes?"

Suddenly there was a burst of flame, and the magnificent crimson- and gold-plumed bird flew gently over to perch on Trisha's right shoulder.

"Well," she said, having blown her mind so many times already she didn't think anything could surprise her now, "that answers that question two – now, where are we?"

"London," Ron said simply.

"What?" Trisha shouted, incredulous. Maybe there were still some things that could surprise her… "London? Are you kidding me?"

"Why? Have you heard of it before?" Harry asked, sounding interested.

"I thought you had never been to this 'world' before?" Hermione questioned, sounding even more cross.

"I haven't!" Trisha quickly tried to explain, "It's just that I once read about a town called London in my father's journal!"

"Really?" Hermione asked. Her tone softened. She always did have a soft spot for journals and other recorded histories…

"Yeah! Look, I'll show you!" Trisha said excitedly, reaching into her coat pocket. "Huh? Wait! It – it's not here? Oh, no!"

"What, what is it?" Ron asked, concerned.

"My dad's journal! It's not here!"

"When was the last you had it?" Harry asked.

"Well… I did change into the clothes I'm wearing now when we were still at your school… but come to think of it, I didn't have it then either…"

"And you're just now realizing this?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

Fawkes nudged Trisha's cheek with his head, the golden feathers soft and velvety to the touch, startling the girl.

"Oh, yeah! That's right! That was when Fawkes here appeared out of nowhere! The fire scared me so bad, I forgot all about the journal being missing!"

"So, where do you think you left it?" Ron prompted.

Trisha thought for a minute. "Oh, no!" she groaned.

"What?" Harry and Ron asked together.

Hermione just snorted. 'Boys,' she thought, 'They always make fools out of themselves whenever some pretty girl is around…'

"The journal," Trisha said somewhat down-heartedly, "It's on the other side of the Gate! I think it fell out of my pocket when I came over! And there were things in there that I really had hoped would give me some clues as to how to get home!"

"I hope no one took it…" Ron said thoughtfully.

"Hey – that's right!" Trisha said, snapping her fingers as the lightbulb in her head came on, "Mustang! He probably found it! That's great! He can probably figure out a way to get me back!"

"… Mustang…?" Ron and Harry asked as they looked at each other.

…

"Roy, please – tell me what happened," Riza asked her husband as he walked alongside her down the fluorescent-lit hallways. Everything was quiet… no one except people working on Trisha's missing-person case was in the building this late at night…

"Well," he started, absent-mindedly brushing his hand over his eye-patch until Riza gently pulled his hand away, "we were coming back to the house, and we were talking… there was a great big flash and she was swallowed into the stone wall when I stopped to give her…" he trailed off, giving a pre-emptive wince at the comments that were about to come.

"You didn't!" Riza shouted at her husband, "Did you really give her Ed's old watch? And you gave her his name, too, didn't you? Damn it, Roy, I told you that was a bad idea!"

"I know you did, I know!" he shouted back, trying to regain control of the conversation, "But do you really think it would have made any difference if I hadn't? Hadn't giver her that name, hadn't given her Ed's watch?"

"You make it sound like whoever did this was waiting for her on purpose!"

"Maybe… I don't know!" Roy gave an exasperated sigh as they headed towards the front doors of headquarters. "Come on," he told her, "I'll show you where we were then I'll walk you back home…"

"Roy, I already saw," she said seriously.

"Huh?" Roy stopped, hand on the door, "But how? How did you know where it was? Nothing's been roped off yet or anything!"

"Because I found this," she said, holding up a leather-bound notebook with the military crest on it.

"Ed's journal…" Roy whispered as he took it from his wife's hands. "Ed's journal... Riza, that's it!" he cried as he kissed her on the cheek and quickly ran back down the hallway to his office, clutching the notebook.

Riza smiled wisely. "Who says I still don't keep an eye out for him?" she said to no one in particular as she leisurely made her way back down to the office. Just because she was no longer a soldier didn't mean that she couldn't offer any valuable help to the investigation…

…

"Why are we in London?" Trisha cautiously asked Hermione as they headed in towards the busy city. Harry and Ron both sulked behind them. They felt that it was injustice to have to compete with a man with such a strong-sounding name as "Roy Mustang"…

Hermione looked over her shoulder. "They weren't listening when you told them that that man Mustang was your commanding officer and not your boyfriend, were they?" Trisha laughed. "No, I guess not!" she said, smiling at Hermione.

Hermione smiled back. This girl wasn't all that bad, after all… "Well, there are many of the greatest libraries in the world located in Europe, and London has a fantastic one."

"May I ask why we're going to a library?" Trisha asked politely, knowing full well that Hermione still didn't completely trust – or like – her.

"As part of an investigation," Hermione said importantly, looking at the girl walking next to her.

Trisha only stared. 'An investigation…' she thought. 'Maybe this will be a good opportunity to conduct an investigation of my own…'

The two girls walked and thought while the two boys slowly grumbled behind them, all the way to London…

Well, what did you all think? I'm really trying to develop the characters of HP more to my liking, that and set up some lovely little revelations for the next couple of chapters! Mwahaha! The next one will be dropping a couple of hints, some more obvious than the others; I just hope that the ones that are supposed to make you think aren't too easy to guess at! Ah, well! Next chapter should be up relatively soon! Thanks for reading! Hey, and if you guys like this, go to my profile and check out the C2 community I am now a part of - it's devoted entirely to FMA/HP crossovers! It rocks! Thanks again! Please review:)