I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. In my defense I did say I would update when I could but still, it has been like a week and a half. I am in the process of rewriting chapter 2 because although it had the information I wanted , it kind of sucked. Yes, I know that this is short but I really wanted to get something out to you guys. Anyways, here you go!

I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or Harry Potter.

Ed barely had time to register Clarity's breath on his face before he was ripped away. For a split second he felt as if her were being pulled a million different ways at once. As suddenly as it started, it stopped and Ed was left with a clenching in his stomach, a tell tale sign that the contents of his stomach would soon be on display.

After he had finished his "artwork", he was collected enough to observe his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was the thick and toxic air that surrounded him. He knew that the inhabitants of this land were more technologically advanced, but at the cost of clean air? How could they stand it? Even the largest cities that Ed had been in had not been remotely close to now screwed up this place was. He was already hating this place. Ed took a deep breath to compose himself (which was a big mistake because it forced him to breathe more of the toxic air and continued) and continued to examine the rest of his surroundings.

He was in a small park about the size of a normal basketball court (if you could even call it a park, it was more of a large patch of grass with some trees and a weakly flowing fountain). Through the trees he could see the towering metal and glass buildings from his memories. As he could see Big Ben in the distance, he assumed that he was in London. It was night, though everything was strangely bright, and even the sky seemed tainted by the light. Yup, he hated this place.

He heard the snapping of a twig under someone's weight, and immediately spun around, his defenses up and his hands ready to clap and transmute his arm into a deadly blade. A man stepped from behind a tree. Ed cursed under his breath. He had almost forgotten about the fact that to a group of wizards out there he was an impossible dot on a radar. The man they sent wore a strange black cloak and a suit very similar to one that a man in his world would wear. Ed almost growled in frustration. Ed had never been good at lying or thinking creatively and now he was supposed to make up a whole new life story for himself in an instance? Impossible! Ed was on the verge of just knocking out the guy and running for it when an idea popped into his head. He almost smiled in triumph before her composed his face and put his plan into action

Shimon Abbot had always been a simple man who disliked change or surprises. That was the reason he took the job in the ministry as part of the group that calculates the magic population and detects under age magic use. It was simple. All he had to do was sit in front of the screen and look at dots and memorize what they meant. They did help Hogwarts send out entrance letters at the beginning of each school year, but that was the craziest it ever got, and it was just the way he liked it. That's why when a dot appeared out of nowhere in the middle of a park in London showed up during his shift he was not happy. After a few minutes of arguing with his colleagues he was finally bullied into going and inspecting the scene.

He apparated to the park making sure that he was behind a tree as not to startle the boy, only to step on a branch, immediately alerting him to the man's presence. John could hear the boy whip around to face the tree he currently stood behind. He thought about apparating back to the ministry but decided against it, as it would probably lead to him getting fired if he did not resolve this problem. He stepped out from behind the tree his hands up and-hopefully- harmless looking.

The boy in front of him was lean and muscular and had shoulder blade length golden hair that was pulled back in a braid. What startled him most about the boy were his golden eyes that seemed too old and tired. Closely watching the boys eye's he say frustration, contemplation, and triumph flash through them. All that was done so quickly that John wondered if they had even happened in the first place, and was quickly replaced with a look of confusion, fear and determination.

"who are you?" the boy demanded, his defenses doubling as John took a step closer to him.

"Hold on there, I am a friend. My name is John Smith. And you are?"

The boy look puzzled and worried as he seemed to rack his brain to answer the question asked of him.

"I… I don't know."

Again,sorry it is so short. I had a little time and wrote what I could. I will get the next chapter out as soon as possible but believe me when I say that your reviews, favorites, and follows really help to motivate me!

ANSWER TIME!

Mcat9905- I promise that me adding Clarity's fear was not just to make Ed seem hardcore. There is an actual plot point mixed into it, and a big one.- extra note for the name 'John Smith',- I usually go head on in choosing names for stories but for John Smith he was supposed to seem overly ordinary and stuff. I did decide to change it though because it was kind of annoying me too!

I have an awesome ending in mind but it is not exactly happy. How do you guys feel about this? happy and not as good or not as happy but cool?

See you next time!