I would like to note, frankly, I'm trying to make it a little funny, or at least what I think is funny. So at times this story will be stupid and/or the characters will be OOC. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter or Full Metal Alchemist characters, sadly sniff
Well anyways... ON WITH THE STORY!!

"Password?", asked the old lady in the painting suddenly coming to life.
"Hippogriff", the woman escorting said. Suddenly the portrait swung open revealing a hole behind it that led to a room with three kids, one a boy with red hair, who was way too tall, with freckles and very slender, a boy with messy raven hair who too was tall and very skinny, and third a girl who had light brown, should length busy hair with a very attractive body. All of them looked to be about eighteen maybe nineteen.
"Potter! Weasley! Granger!" the older woman demanded. The three children who weren't paying attention suddenly jolted around looking at the duo. "Meet your new bodyguard, Riza Hawkeye. She will be protect you with her life and anything less will-"
"What? I never agreed to anything like that!" Riza interjected.
"Have Her Fired", she said forcefully, emphasizing her last three words, sound rather angry. She left bidding the four goodnight and exiting back through the hole.
"Hi, I'm Riza, but you will address me as Ms. Hawkeye or ma'am. Got it?" She said as she extended her hand.
The girl met Riza's hand. "Hermione Granger. And these two are..." She gave them both a dirty look and nudged the dark haired boy in the ribs.
"Harry Potter...This is Ron." He pointed to the red haired boy beside him. He sat there almost emotionless, staring at something.
So...THIS is Harry Potter. She thought. The so called God? The apparent prat. I see nothing wrong with him. He's actually..kinda...cut-BAD THOUGHTS! BAD THOUGHTS! BAD THOUGHTS! Don't go there. She suddenly came back to reality.
"Uhh, miss Hawkeye? You there?" The girl called Hermione asked.
"Ohh, yeah, sorry. What?"
"We asked if you were alright...You seemed kind of...spaced out." Harry said.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Well better then you think a woman who apparently traveled across dimensions to another world, with living photographs and birds that burst into flames." She recounted.
"Well yeah, that's to be expected. Were wizards-" Harry pointed out.
"Ahem" Hermione cleared her throat
"in Hermione's case, a witch" he finished.
"What?" She asked in disbelief.
"Well you see... we can do magic. We make things happen with these" Harry held up a straight piece of wood. "And when we say the right words things happen. This thing is called magic." He finished.
"Engorgio" He said as he pointed a the stick at a pillow which grew in size.
"Wow... That's kind of like we do. Except we have to pay for it. See, we draw circles on something and use it to change it's appearance. What we do though is we take the minerals and substances in the environment around it and manipulate it. We call it alchemy. Where everything you do has a consequence." She said in a monotonous voice.
"Wow...could you demonstrate?" Hermione asked.
"Uhh...Sorry...Not my specialty..." She holds up a gun and shoots the centre of a flier hanging in the room. "Mines guns...AND WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT?" Infuriated by Ron's insufferable staring.
"Uhh...Uhhh...sorry" Suddenly turning bright in the face.
"I was just..."
"Nevermind...seems like everywhere I go there are perverted men who just want to stare at women...damn Roy..."
"Wh-Wh-Who?"Ron studdered.
"Someone I work with back home..."