A/N: This will be the last chapter I can get written before I leave. On my profile I will post the dates of the closed weekends, which is when it should be safe to expect one or more new chapters, since I don't have a laptop to bring with me to college.

Oh, I forgot to mention this after the previous chapter. It might have been obvious, but 'Ori'haat' is the word for 'Truth.' Technically it's just 'haat' but the 'ori' prefix is kinda like the '-kun' or '-san' suffixes in japanese, depending on context (I think, I don't know much about japanese, hence me using mando'a instead).

And just to clarify, Ed and Ling only knew Harry's name, not his face.

Sora the Taske: Ah, thank you, I never actually caught that. I heard "golden hair and eyes" and thought Hohenheim, I forgot that Father looks just like him. As for how it could work out... heh, heh, heh *evil grin*

"If the train is supposed to add more compartments whenever needed," grumbled Ron, "Why are none of them empty?"

"This one doesn't look to have too many people," said Hermione, opening a compartment door. A shabby-looking man was asleep in the corner, and two teenagers were sitting across from him. The Asian one was removing rust from a short, slightly curved sword, and occasionally peeking over the shoulder of the golden-haired boy next to him, who had his nose buried in a geography book. "Is it alright if we sit here?" she asked.

The Asian boy flashed her a grin. "Sure, there's plenty of room. Don't worry about waking him up," he motioned to the sleeping man, "Trust me, we've already tried."

The trio sat down and Ron looked quizzically at the blonde boy. "Er, why are you reading an atlas?"

"Not atlas, geography textbook," the boy replied, without looking up, "Our first time in England."

"You're leaving out words again," said the Asian patiently.

"Don't care," snapped the blonde.

Hermione suddenly looked very curious. "It's your first time in England? Where are you from? Are you some kind of exchange students?"

Harry felt a pang of sympathy for the strangers being subjected to a full force Hermione Interrogation.

'Asian,' as Harry had mentally dubbed him for lack of a name, chuckled at Blondie's pained expression. "We're from Israel," he said, "And we're not exchange students. More like late starters."

Hermione was about to let loose another barrage of questions, but cut herself off. "Hang on, we don't even know each other's names! I'm Hermione Granger, you?"

"I'm Ling Yao; the bookworm here is Edward Elric."

"Ron Weasley."

"Harry Potter." Harry braced himself for the usual reaction to hearing his name, hoping that maybe, just maybe, these foreigners hadn't heard of him, but he wasn't prepared for the reaction that actually happened.

Edward looked away, and Ling's previously cheerful demeanor turned steely as he fingered the hilt of his sword. Harry suddenly realized that the sword he had thought a decorative piece now looked very very sharp. Ed suddenly stood up, his book falling to the floor, forgotten. "Ling, dayn, jii."

Ling looked at Ed sharply. "Tion?"

"Mhi ke'baslan!"

The two left the compartment, though not before Ling shot Harry a glance which made him feel as if he were being analyzed.

"What the hell was that?" asked Ron incredulously.

"Something to do with me, it looks like," said Harry glumly, "They were alright until they heard my name."

Words from an argumant between the two foreigners were floating back to the compartmant. Harry assumed it was an argument, anyway, from their raised voices. He couldn't understand anything, but words that sounded like 'kee-ra-moo' and 'yaym' were repeated quite a bit.

"I mean, Hermione, you saw the look that Yao guy was giving him? Scary..."

Hermione, meanwhile, was fiddling with the straps on Crookshanks's basket.

Too late, Ron yelled, "Oy! Don't let that monster out!"

A previously unnoticed occupant took issue with the ensuing commotion, and the trio were all startled by an irritated cawing from the luggage rack.

"A crow?" said Hermione, bemused, while Crookshanks temporarily lost interest in trying to eat Scabbers.

The ginger cat leapt up onto the rack; There was something new and interesting and he had to investigate, evil-smelling not-rat be damned. He sniffed at the crow, who seemed just as inquisitive about him. He pawed at the crow's tail feathers and the crow tapped Crookshanks's head with his beak. Feeling satisfied, Crookshanks leapt back down to Hermione's lap. The crow was a crow, and no threat. His work here was done.

"Bloody cats..." said Ron, shaking his head.

Just then, the train rattled to a stop, and to make it worse, the lights died.

"Did we break down?" asked Hermione.

Ron was peering out the window. "Guys," he said, paling, "There's something moving out there..."

The compartment door opened, causing all three of them to jump, but it was just Ed. "Left my stuff," he muttered, avoiding looking at Harry. "Miles," he called, holding his right arm up to the luggage rack. The crow hopped onto his waiting wrist. Until, naturally, someone else tripped into the compartment and caused him to tumble to the floor. "Shabla-"

"Sorry," came Neville's voice from the floor.

Harry was feeling very cold, and he could see the window frosting over. Below him, he heard someone groan in pain, and he could just barely make out the shape of Ed trying to clutch his shoulder and knee at the same time.

Something large, black, and billowing had made it's way to their compartment, and Harry could hear a woman screaming. As the thing came closer, the screaming became louder, and Ed's voice was mixed in.

"Nayc, nayc, buir, ni ceta. Ni ceta, buir. Ni ceta!"

Harry briefly saw a burst of silvery light, then it all went black.

A/N: It's ten at night when I'm posting this, and tomorrow I leave to move into my dorm. Hopefully there'll be plenty of reviews when I check my e-mail before I leave (hint, hint, for all you late readers and those in different time zones. Now's your chance to review and send me off with warm fuzzy feelings).

I should probably do some translating, huh?
dayn, jii= out, now.
Tion?= doesn't really translate to an english word, essentially a verbal question mark.
Mhi ke'baslan!= Let's go! (commanding)
Shabla= *insert your favorite cuss word here*
nayc= no
buir= mother (technically parent, there's no gender distiction)
ni ceta= a groveling apology