I'm sorry if this isn't very good. I just write whatever feels right. I want to keep my updates daily (if not twice a day) but I won't promise anything

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"I'm gonna fall off"

Ron was clinging to Harry, who was in turn trying to keep them both on the broomstick, it wasn't made for two boys of their size but it worked

"For the millionth time, Ron: No you're not!"

The two boys were flying through the forest, Harry having much trouble steering since Ron kept moving his hands around, somehow managing to get them to hover Harry's face all the time

"Ron, I can't see, and if I can't see I can't steer correctly and we'll crash and die"

Ron sank some spit and then moved his hands down again

"I'm sorry Harry, I didn't mean to"

Ron looked down

"H-how high up are we anyway?"

"20-30 feet I'd say. Why? You're not going to tell me you're afraid of heights too, are you?"

Harry sighed and then stopped, motioning for Ron to be quiet. He had heard something

"Oi! I'm up 'ere. Up here I said! If I say up I don't men look down you moron. Noooh, not the pine tree, the one with the giant mushrooms sticking out. Yes, that one. Now LOOK THE FUCK UP AND GET ME DOWN!"

Harry stared wide-eyed. A person was clinging to a branch, a pretty fragile branch actually, and he was yelling down at him. He wanted to get down. The branch was going to break? Any minute now? Hurry? Oooooh, he wanted Harry to drop Ron off, and then come get him.

"Ron, jump off, will ya?"

Ron made a face even though Harry couldn't see

"Have you gone mental?"

"Ron, I don't have time to go down and drop you off, he's going to fall any second"

Ron frowned

"I don't care, I'm not jumping! You can't make me. Besides, there are those scary spiders crawling all over the forest"

Harry decided he'd better go down and drop Ron off, at least then he might stop ranting about how dangerous the forest was. Then he hurried up towards the tiny person on the branch. Too late.

A cracking noice. Then another one. And a yell of pain as the blonde kid... wait, he wasn't a kid, he was a teenager... oh well, same thing, had colided with a different branch, which broke from the impact.

"Heeeeelp"

Edward didn't want to die. He wanted to live. He wanted to see his brother and friends again. He wanted to say sorry to the colonel... wait, screw the colonel, this was all his fault, he should just go burn in hell.

Catch

Edward wasn't falling any more, instead he was... in the arms of...

"Colonel Mustang? Since when did you have glasses? And you're a teenager? How did that happe- wait, you're not the colonel"

Harry smiled

"No, I'm not. I'm Harry Potter. Perhaps you've heard of me? I mean, seriously, who hasn't heard of Harry Potter?"

Edward blinked and scratched his head, maybe he had hit his head falling from that tree

"I haven't. And just one question. How come we're hovering ten feet in the air with no support?"