Hey guys! This chapter may have come out a it latter that the previous due to the fact that I spent some of the time making a cover for the story. Hope ya like it. If anything else is wrong with the story... blame the others.

Ala! It's not my fault! I practicly copied the notes! Blame Ica!

Fine! I see how it is. Blame the brother!

Yup!

On to other news...

We decribe a uniform in this chapter so...

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Yeah! Now that that's out of the way... ENJOY!


Chapter 3

A Tournament, and Strange Classes

Unlike the usual tradition for welcoming new teachers, only the Headmaster and the overly large man at the staff table clapped. The only other sound in the hall was mutterings coming from the student tables.

"Moody?" asked Ron in surprise and shock, "As in Mad-Eye Moody? The guy that dad had to help this morning?"

"Must be," said Harry, who was also surprised. Harry decided to give the teacher the benefit of the doubt since it seemed like Dumbledore trust him.

"I wonder what he's done?" Hermione wondered aloud. "You don't get those kinds of scars without doing something."

"He lost his leg too," noted Harry as he remembered the uneven 'cluck' noises that he had heard when the new teacher had walked up to the staff table.

"Just leave it alone," Ed said with a surprisingly sharp voice. "You shouldn't pry into other's pasts. You won't always like what you find." Any reply was cut off by the Headmaster.

"This year," continued the Headmaster, "Hogwarts will be hosting the Triwizard Tournament."

"You're Joking!" said Fred quite loudly.

"I assure you Mr. Weasley, I am not joking." Fred's comment and Dumbledore's reassurance seemed to break the dam. The entire hall filled with excited whispers. The Headmaster quickly took back his control over the situation.

"Well, some of you will not know what happens during the tournament, so I shall give a short explanation. The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago..."

Ed was only half listening. No one had told him that he had to sit through a history lesson on his first night. He wasn't too good at paying attention unless something piqued his interest. Just like something he had just heard.

"-until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued." Now Ed was interested. Death toll? That means that something, at least, mildly interesting had to happen.

"Death toll?" Hermione was looking alarmed. None of the other students seemed to be sharing in Hermione's anxiety. The short blonde thought that something that was dangerous to die from was perfectly acceptable in a school. Then again... these children didn't have the same blood-chilling teacher that Ed and his brother had. Edward jerked his mind out of his thoughts as he realized that Dumbledore had started talking again.

"- Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time, no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger." Dumbledore announced that the Heads of the competing schools, along with their possible champions would be arriving in October. After that he mentioned something about an impartial judge and glory.

"I'm going for it!" said Fred eagerly. Fred wasn't the only one. Most of the students seemed to be imaging the prospect of winning. Hermione still had a frown on her face, though.

"Maybe we should listen to what else Dumbledore has to say before we talk about winning," said Harry as he noticed that the Headmaster still hadn't finished speaking. Edward tuned back in from listening to whispered conversation that had been taking place around the hall.

"-of Magic, have agreed to impose an age limit this year. Only students of the seventeen or older will be allowed to enter their names for consideration."

Edward tried to hear what the Headmaster was saying as continued talking, but was distracted by the sudden burst of noise from those who were obviously under seventeen and had been looking forward to entering. From the bits and pieces of Dumbledore's explanation that Ed could hear, the age restriction sounded logical enough. The blonde heard the dismissal for bedtime and stood up with his newfound friends.

"They can't do this!" said George loudly.

"We're close enough to the age limit!" his twin protested with him.

"One thousand galleons..." Ron said wistfully.

"I'm sure that we can find some way around it!" George added hopefully.

"Weren't you two listening?" asked an angered Hermione. "Dumbledore himself is adding protection to make sure no one under age get's in. You don't really think that you two could get past him, do you?"

"Well you can't spell life without if, Hermione!" said the twins simultaneously.

"Well it's on your own backs. I tried to warn you!" said Hermione in a huff. Harry, trying to avoid the argument that was forming in front of him, turned to Ed.

"So, what do you think of the tournament?" he asked the blonde as they walked up the stairs. The question jerked Ed's attention away from his surroundings.

"Not much. You can't tell how interesting these type of things are until they actually happen. Besides, I' not old enough so that's that. Now, are those paintings really moving?" Harry laughed as he remembered that Ed was new to Hogwarts.

"Yes, they are really moving. I think that Hermione mentioned a potion that made it possible before." With this Ed continued to ask Harry questions about Hogwarts until they reached the large portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Password?" she asked.

"Balderdas," replied George before turning to Ed, "Make sure you remember it or you won't be able to get in."

"Will do," was Ed's only response. The group stepped through the large hole that had appeared when the painting had swung forward.

The room that they found themselves in was a large circular room with comfortable looking chairs and tables scattered around a lit fireplace. Harry, Ron, Fred, George, and Neville walked towards one of staircases while Ginny and Hermione headed up the other. "Come on Ed," said Harry as he noticed that the blonde hadn't been following them. "We'll show you to our room." The group climbed the staircase until they got to their respective rooms.

Dean and Seamus were already in the room when Ron, Neville, and Harry walked in with their new roommate. "Hey guys!" greeted Harry as he walked over to his trunk. "We have a new roommate. Dean, Seamus, meet Ed. Ed, meet Dean and Seamus." Edward nodded his head at the two and walked over to the only beed without a trunk next to it.

"So," the new boy said calmly, "who's that?" He pointed his head towards a poster that that had a guy flying around on a broom.

"It's Viktor Krum," said the owner of the poster, Seamus.

"Who?"

"Viktor Krum. You know, the famous Quidditch player!" replied Dean.

"Quidditch? Didn't the Headmaster say something about that? What is it anyways?"

"You don't know what Quidditch is!?" bust a startled Ron. "He doesn't know what Quidditch is! How can you NOT know what QUIDDITCH is!"

"I wasn't aware that my country even had any sports," Ed said while yawning. "Well, goodnight!" He took off his red coat, leaving it on a chair, but left his black jacket, black tank top, pants, and gloves on as he climbed into bed. He didn't even take off his shoes.

After staring at him for a few seconds, the others followed his example.

"I call NOT waking him up in the morning!" Ron made his point clear as he climbed into his own bed.

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The next morning, Harry, Ron, and Hermione found seats in the Great Hall next to Edward. It was still quite early, and not too many people were in the hall yet. "Where'd you go this morning?" asked Harry as he filled his plate with food. Ed shrugged.

"I'm an early riser." Today Ed had on, most of, the standard Hogwarts uniform, which he had found folded on the same chair that his coat was hanging had the same exact uniform except he had ditched the robe and had on his own leather pants, shoes, and white gloves that he had been wearing last night. He was wearing the white button up shirt with a vest and tie that was apart of the normal student uniform. The old lady, whom's name the blonde learned after, handed the group their schedules before moving on to the othr early risers.

"Not bad today... outside all morning," said Ron as he ran finger down the column for that day. "Herbology with the Hufflepuffs and Care of Magical Creatures... man, we're still with Slytherins!"

"What's Divination this afternoon?" asked Ed, who had the same schedule as Ron and Harry. Before his question could be answered, they were interrupted by the sound of hundreds of owls flying overhead. A large package landed none too gently in front of Ed, who was thankful that he had finished breakfast and his plate was empty. The owls who had been carrying it looked exhausted. After freeing the birds, they took off in the direction of the owlery. Ed looked down at the package.

To:Edward Elric

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Ed quickly opened the package as he recognized the handwriting. The slightly beat up cardboard box contained two letters sealed in envelopes, a messenger bag filled with books, parchment, quills, ink, pens, and a wand. Ed opened the first letter which was written in a code, which he quickly read through.

Dear Fullmetal,

This package contains all the books and other supplies that you should need for the year. This includes a wand. Listen closely pipsqueak. You better take good care of that thing. It cost a pretty penny and I won't be replacing it. Also, don't cause any trouble. I don't need more paperwork. Good luck.

-Mustang

The 'Good luck.' looked sloppy and Ed guessed that Mustang had been forced into writing it by the Lt. He put the letter down and opened the second one. When he saw the code that this one was written in, he smiled.

Hello Brother,

I hope that everything is going well. I got the full story from the colonel. You know, you could have said goodbye before you left! Just think of how worried I was to finally come back to the room only to find that you still hadn't returned only to find out that you went so far away for so long. Never do that even again! I'm already worried enough with all of your enemies. On another note, I took this opportunity to get a cat! It's orange and black and extremely cute! I named it Tiny because it's so small and did I mention cute? You better write soon! If you don't I might be forced to tell Winry!

-Alphonse

PS: I sent a suitcase with clothes and books for you. I decided to send it to the headmaster with your name on it after the colonel explained how the mail worked there.

PPS: DON'T GET INTO TROUBLE!

Ed folded up the letter and put it in his pocket. Meanwhile, the trio was looking curiously at the letter from Mustang.

"This is a very complicated code. It would take a long time to crack. Can you really read this, Ed?" asked Hermione as she studied the letter without touching it. The blonde quickly took the letter and shoved it in his pocket as well.

"It's easy enough. Do we have time to take a trip back up to the dorm before Herbology?"

"Yeah," said Harry.

"We still need to get our books too," said Ron as he finished his food.

The group walked up to their rooms, retrieved their supplies for the day, and headed down to the greenhouses. They spent the entire class period collecting the pus of the bubotubers, which made an excellent cure for stubborn acne. Edward, for one, found the plants interesting, in some not creepy, but the class period boring and slightly gross.

After the booming bell signaled the end of the class, the Gryffindors walked down the lawn to the caretaker's wooden cabin at the edge of the forest. The giant teacher and caretaker was standing amidst several open crates with his hand restraining a large black dog from inspecting them. A rattling and explosion sound caused the students to look at the crates with suspicion.

"Be'er wait for the Slytherins. They won't want to miss this- Blast-Ended Skrewts!" said the teacher proudly.

"Come again?" said Ron. The teacher pointed at the crates. A girl who had worked up the courage to look into one of them jumped back in disgust. Being used to strange animals, Ed approached one of the crates and looked inside.

The creatures inside looked like deformed, shell-less lobsters. They were slimy, had legs sticking out in odd places, and had no visible shell. In each box was about a hundred dead fish smelling skrewts that occasionally let out a spark from their ends. They looked a little too close to failed chimers for Ed's liking.

The teacher was boasting about the newly hatched animals and how they would be able to raise them when Edward's attention was drawn to Malfoy who had arrived with the rest of the Slytherins. Ed had a feeling that this boy was going to do something to try and mess up the class.


Geuss we forgot to mention this earlier but all writing will be italicized. I blame Ica!

What! Kile! Don't blame me!

Why shouldn't she blame you Ica?

Because I didn't do anything wrong!

Really? What about when you-

SHHHHH! They don't need to know about that!

Please ecuse my siblings arguing in the background. Well on to a few more important things. It might take a bit longer to update since all of our pre-written material is used up. But we shall get it up as soon as possible!

Wait, what! But that means that you're going to work us harder!

Yup! So start thinking of ideas! (evil laugh)

Stupid controlling sister!

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