Okay, I know it has been a while. I really hope you guys haven't decided to drop this story! I'm gradually working through all of my stories and adding a new chapter to each. So please bear with me, I have no time anymore, and this is borrowed XP.

Disclaimer~~~ I don't own FMA or HP.I just really like the stories and they inspire me. What can I say, I like yaoi?

Okay, to clarify, some people think eww its RoyxQuirrel. No, this story is not that weirdo crack pairing, I just thought shaking things up from my norm would be interesting. Don't worry, we will get to the good stuff i.e., RoyxEd and HarryxDraco. Lurfles ya~!

recap!

Roy stared dumbly at the retreating back of Ed, and then mentally shook himself. He shouldn't care that he might have hurt him, or that it was possibly one of the most heart wrenching things he had seen, with the look of outright betrayal flitting across the younger alchemists face. But it did, and it hurt. He looked down at the shell-shocked wizard in his arms and sighed. Now what am I supposed to do?

Chapter 8

Edward looked through half lidded eyes that were filled with tears at his mess of a trunk, which all of the stuff had unceremoniously flown into. He heaved a sigh and sat down on the mess, his clothes becoming more rumpled than they were originally. "So, even with all the hints, Roy isn't interested in a kid like me. I guess Al was wrong…"

He picked himself up off his mess and looked at the trunk. It had clothes spilling out of it and everything. He sighed again, then clapped his hands and put them on the lid of the trunk. The trunk glowed bright blue and then sealed itself, the clothing molding itself into the inside of the suitcase.

"Now that that's taken care of…" He thought, then looked around at the room that he had been staying in. there were no traces of him being there previously, and he was glad. "Better for them not to remember me, I guess I just bring trouble to all who associate with me. Or at least I'm too much trouble for a certain someone.

He took the handle of the large brown trunk and started heaving it out the door to his rented room and down the winding stairs. He reached the bottom and looked around, searching for the tall, dark haired man that he just so happened to love. When he didn't see him, he walked up to the front desk and waited until a bald man walked out to the front.

"What can I do for you, young man?" Tom the bartender said, and almost blanched in shock when the blond alchemist started yelling and screaming in front of him, and he could only catch every third word. "Hm, something about not, shot, midget, don't, pipsqueak. I guess he doesn't like being called short."

"But, sir, I didn't call you short, merely young. Can I do something for you?" Tom asked, not missing a beat. Edward calmed slightly and looked at the man then nodded.
"Yes, have you seen a tall dark haired man with navy blue eyes around here? He was supposed to be taking me to Kings Cross station." Edward said in his politest voice, which, granted, wasn't very polite.

Tom looked him over and gave him a toothless grin. "Yea, I saw him. He left with the professor and told me to tell Mr. Elric that he arranged a ride to the station for him and that he would see him at Hogwarts."
Edward felt his heart fall. "So he really doesn't want anything to do with me, huh?" He thought sadly as he heaved his trunk out to the muggle curb outside. He sat on his trunk and ignored the dd looks and mutters about runaway kids that were going on around him.

Ed, in the monotony that was street life, decided to compile a list in his head of all the things that sucked ass in his life. 1. His mother died. 2. Alphonse was put into a metal body. 3. He had the worse possible choice for a commanding officer. And 4….

"4." He mused. "4 is that I fell in love with my commanding officer." He thought morosely. Edward was abruptly startled out of his thoughts when a loud beep interrupted his thoughts. He looked up from his folded hands and stared at the most atrocious car that seemed to be made for man.

The ford angela was a dirty, sea foam green that had peeling paint everywhere. Even as Edward looked on, some paint peeled off in front of his eyes. The brights were off and the glass for them was cracked and for some reason where the red light should have been, there was a purple light.

Ed looked incredulously at the car then turned to look at the driver. He was a relatively short red headed man and he was wearing black robes with MOM embossed on it. He got out and held his hand out for Ed to shake.

"Edward Elric, I presume? Are you the exchange student from Amestris?" The man asked. "I am Arthur Weasley, but you can just call me Mr. Weasley."

Ed smiled at the man and took his hand into his in a firm handshake. He gave it three shakes then released it, noticing how even though the man was by no means the tallest man, he still towered over him.

"DAMMMMMNNNN!" he screamed in his mind. But outwardly he gave a strained smile. "So you are taking me to Kings Cross station, Mr. Weasley?" Edward asked almost sweetly. MR. Weasley looked down at the young alchemist and smiled.
"Yes I am, you and my wife and children. My daughter Ginny can't go yet due to not being of age, but she will be going next year." He said proudly puffing his chest out at the statement of him being a father.

"So I am not going to be in this car alone. I wonder just how many kids Mr. Weasley has" Ed mused, then went into the door that was opened for him by Mr. Weasley. He almost gasped at how spacious it was inside and almost started off on a rant about how it should be scientifically possible.

Inside there were 6 people sitting comfortably inside as if it were a limo with plenty of room in between them to put their trunks. There was an empty space at the end near the window and Edward started for it. The lady sitting nearest the door said, "Oh, no my dear, here, we can all move down for you. My name is Molly Weasley, and these are my children: Fred and George "here she waves vaguely at the two twins with identical evil grins plastered on their faces, "Ginny, my daughter, and to her left is Ron, my youngest son." The girl looked at Ed and blushed while the boy merely nodded his head.

Ed nodded at them and put hi trunk on the seat next to his seat and sat down. He turned towards the window and moodily stared out. The scenery went by quicker than a real car and he hardly noticed as he contemplated why Roy seemed to be avoiding him. Alphonse had told him that his feelings were returned, but he shouldn't have put all of his hopes on his younger brother.

"I mean, what does he know? He's too innocent to start thinking about relationships yet." Ed thought angrily, unconsciously glaring at his reflection in the window.

"Edward, sweetie, we're here." Mrs. Weasleys voice drifted into his inner ranting and he looked out of the car window. In front of him was a massive train station and thousands of people milling about, hurrying to catch their train or to say goodbye.

"Kinda reminds me of Central Station in a way" He thought as he got out of the car and went to get a trolley. He got one for himself and met the family near the doors. They all went into the station and Ed started to look around in wonder at all of the different types of people around him. No matter where he went, train stations still amazed him.

"Now, what was the platform number again?" Mrs. Weasley asked her children, her face honestly scrunched up in confusion. Ginny looked at her mother and giggled. "Its 9 ¾, mum. Pay more attention!." She said, giggling at her mothers indignant look upon her face.

Edward looked around and spotted platform 9 and platform 10. No platform 9 ¾ was to be seen. Then a person leaned against the wall in between and just fell through. Ed gaped at the seemingly solid wall then grinned. He then looked to the Weasleys and sighed. "If being wizards is so much of a secret, then why are they just announcing to the world the platform number that doesn't seem to exist?" He wondered.

A skinny, malnourished looking boy came up to Mrs. Weasley and asked her how to get onto the platform. He had black, untidy hair and the most forlorn green eyes hidden behind rounded glasses that Ed had ever seen. He followed after the boy when he went through the not-wall and saw a scarlet train, billowing smoke into the station.

Ed looked through the crowd and spotted the boy that asked Mrs. Weasley for help. Something in him called out to the boy, as in a kinship. The boy had the same feel to him as Alphonse has, even in the armor.

The boy went into the train and sat in a compartment, all alone. Ed followed and put his trunk up on the racks, then sat down in the seat across from the boy. The boy eyed him warily, then just smiled. Ed smiled at him, then stuck his flesh arm out. "My name is Edward Elric, what's your name?" Ed asked, smiling brighter when the boy tentatively reached out and shook his hand once.

"My name is Harry Potter." He looked at Ed, as if expecting some sort of reaction. When it didn't happen, Harry settled back into his seat, comfortably reclining. Ed settled back as well and thought about whom he had just met. The person he was supposed to be protecting is a small, lonely boy. He thought with a frown. What happened, and why does he look like he needed protection before now?

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*okay, im sorry, but I need to end it here because I still have to update on 1 more story, but ill try not to take so long this time because it actually pissed me off that I had writers block… and it takes a lot to piss me off nowadays. Oyasumi~3*