Author's Note: I do not own FMA, Harry Potter, or their characters. This is AU and set during the fifth book.

Explanations and Negotiations

Roy was doing his very best not to loose his temper. These people were clearly in need of serious psychiatric help. At least he had the answers to some of his questions. He and Hawkeye were currently in London, the capital of Britain. Roy had never heard of the country before, but at least they knew where they were. On the downside, these people who had found them were clearly insane, and the fact that he and Riza looked approximately seventeen years old wasn't helping things.

Especially since they were currently convinced that he and Hawkeye were not only seventeen but in need of supervision. Or at least that Roy was in need of supervision. They didn't seem to care about Riza one way or another. They had brought the two of them to an old house somewhere in a residential part of the city and were currently arguing over what to do with Roy. Apparently, there was some school they wanted to send him to.

"Excuse me."

Dumbledore and the man he was arguing with stopped to look at him. Roy slid his arm from around Riza's shoulders and considered his words carefully. "I have not agreed to any of this yet, and I'm not going to until I get some answers. Both Hawkeye and I are perfectly capable of caring for ourselves. I thank you for your hospitality, but I think we will be on our way."

Dumbledore frowned. "I'm afraid you don't understand your position. The Death Eaters will want to know how you managed to managed to injure two of their people without even raising a wand. Hogwarts is the only safe place for you."

Roy bit the inside of his mouth to keep from yelling at the man and replied as calmly as he could. "You have no idea who we are or what we are capable of. Unless we get some answers, we are--"

A vase shattered. Roy blinked. What in the world had caused that? The others in the room seemed just as startled. A rail thin man who reminded him too much of Ishbal whispered in Dumbledore's ear. Hawkeye shifted at his side, ready for a fight should one arise. Dumbledore was frowning and consulting with a few other people. Maybe they were finally going to get some answers.

"Would you accept a compromise? We will give you a full explanation of the situation in return for you attending Hogwarts for the time being. We will cover any school expenses you have and will keep you updated of the situation while you are there." Dumbledore offered.

"Us. Where I go, Hawkeye goes. That is not negotiable." There was no way in hell he was letting them separate him from her. "Any agreement we make will have to understand that."

The dark haired man with a large nose frowned. "I don't see why. It's not like she'll be of interest to them any more than any other muggle. Your talent is clear given the vase. Why you haven't received any instruction at your age is beyond me."

Roy frowned. That implied that he had caused the vase to shatter. He'd worry about that later. "I don't care. Either she goes with me, or we both leave."

"Why?" That came from the man who reminded him of Ishbal.

"Because that is the way we work," Hawkeye spoke for the first time, her voice firm. "You either deal with both of us or you deal with neither of us."

Dumbledore looked between them then sighed in defeat. "Agreed."

Theme: The problem with new experiences is that they're so rarely the ones you choose.