Hello to my readers. I will continue with weekly updates. It's manageable, unless my parents are evil and take the laptop away. Lucky for you that rarely happens.

Bare with me on this chapter. There is a lot going on.

I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or Harry Potter, Hey Mustang do you have anything to add?

Mustang: Yeah, she doesn't own the song brothers sung by Vic Mignogna.

Me: I took that out. I figured Ed can't sing even though when his voice actor does its epic. Ed just doesn't seem like the singing type.

Mustang: Now I can't tease him about it.

Me: Shut up, you don't need to tease Ed about that. He's been through enough.

Mustang: It's your fault-

Me: Shut up, skirt obsessed freak. Now onto the story.

Chapter 3

HP POV

"Where is my son?" Hohenheim asked again.

"Currently he is in the living room but-" that was all it took; Hohenheim didn't wait for Dumbledore to finish. He ran straight out of the room.

'Ed made his way here? This is bad unless he chose to come here… No Truth probably did it' he thought.

He went straight in but paused at what he saw. Ed was being covered with a blanket by an order member, Remus Lupin, and an Amestrian Military officer. They both looked up when they heard him.

"Hello Hohenheim," Lupin greeted. He had been surprised to see him; the last time they met was when he was in power the first time. "This is Roy Mustang and Edward Elric. They say they're from Amestris." Hohenheim waved him off and saluted to the Flame Alchemist. "It's been a while."

"Weren't you the guy was chasing I was chasing a few years back? Then they cleared your name and we stopped. We didn't catch you but we came pretty damn close." Hohenheim nodded, "That wasn't a great year for me."

"I'd imagine. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding."

"That's alright no harm done. Now what's wrong with my son?"

"So that's the reason Ed didn't want to be a part of the investigation. You're his father."

"Why would he be a part of the investigation?"

"He's Major Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist. That's why. He's my subordinate, as for what's wrong with him; he's suffering from the flu. He's also depressed about Alphonse. I'm sorry for your loss." He mumbled the last part.

"Al is gone, Ed is in the military and has automale limbs. They tried to bring Trisha back didn't they?" He figured out quickly.

"Yes but that wasn't the reason Al died. Ed was being hunted by a state alchemist killer. He was about to kill Ed but Al jumped in the way."

"Oh so Ed tried to get him back, what was Truth's price?"

"To kill Voldemort."

"Oh, he's gotten nicer than the last time I saw him."Hohenheim laughed dryly.

"What the hell?" came a very confused voice.

"Did you drag me back here Mustang?" Ed asked, he turned and his eyes widened. "What the hell are you doing here?" venom was dripping from his voice.

"Ed, I was-"

"What," Ed interrupted. "Were you worried? Were you happy and thought that if you came and talked to me it would make it all better? You didn't even come to her funeral. You could at least written a letter or answered one of them. But you chose not to. She wanted you to come back. She died waiting for you." Ed said furiously.

"I told her why. I was going to come back when the problem was resolved but," he hesitated, "she died before I could do that."

"Well is it resolved now?" Ed asked sarcastically.

"Well, no that's part of the reason I'm here…" Hohenheim said sheepishly.

"Oh, so do you think that makes it okay to miss her funeral? How about abandoning us when we needed you?" Ed's anger was refueling.

"No I didn't find out until three years after the funeral."

"Where were you?"Ed was struggling out of the blanket and trying to stand. He was too weak though, and fell back.

"I was here on and off it wasn't so bad." Hohenheim said thoughtfully.

"Well that's nice you bastard, but while you were over on this side having fun I was at home, watching people get killed around me. I did things that no kid should do. I tried to bring back mom. I saw the gate. I joined the military. I killed (1). Do you think a kid should experience those things? Do you hate me?"

"No of course not Ed, I love you and your brother."

"Don't you dare even bring Al into this. You don't disserve him."

"Ed I'm sorry," he stepped forward.

Mustang was about to say something but, what the heck? He wanted to see someone else get slugged by Ed.

Seconds later Hohenheim was on the floor rubbing his head. "Your right hand Ed? Really?"

"You deserve worse. I can't stand to look at you anymore."

Hohenheim got up stiffly and walked out the door. Lupin, who had watched it all left thinking, 'whoa, messed up family.'

"Hey Mustang, do you think I was too… too… I don't know," Ed's anger seemed to leak away and realization of what he'd done.

"Well," he really didn't know how to respond to that. Personally Mustang had thought yes, but he didn't want to make Ed feel worse that he already did. "I think you should try to control your anger a little more but if that's what you felt you had to say to him, I'm not going to judge you." He sat down next to him. "Just try to get some sleep okay?"

Ed nodded and leaned back into the couch. Moments later he admitted a soft snore. Roy smiled, and left the kid to his much needed rest.

When Mustang got back in to the meeting room a conversation about him was finishing up.

"I think that's a wonderful idea. We could all benefit from his experience."Dumbledore was smiling widely. Moody sat across from him at the table. "You can't seriously be thinking of letting them stay. For all we know they're spies." Whatever the old man's idea was Moody disagreed. Strongly.

"Oh, nonsense," Molly spoke up. "He's just a boy. You-Know-Who wouldn't be letting a child work for him."

It was at this time Roy made his presence known.

"I don't work for this Voldemort person and neither does Ed. As we already told you we came from the other side of the Gate. I suggest you all start excepting the truth." With that he sat back down in his chair and crossed his arms. "Now if you're still uncomfortable with us staying here we don't have to, however we aren't leaving without all the information on Voldemort you can give us."

Moody looked ready to explode, "Why you-"

"Alastor," Dumbledore warned. Moody sat down and turned away from Mustang. "Now that that's settled. I would like you to come and teach at my school. In return I would give you and Edward all the information you wanted about Voldemort."

"You have a school for magic?" Roy asked.

"Why yes, it's been referred to by many as the finest in the nation. I would like you to teach alchemy to my students." Dumbledore said happily.

"What about Fullmetal?" Roy asked, still unsure that this school was real.

"Well, he would be a student," Mrs. Weasley beamed.

Roy looked at her a moment before he started laughing. "What?" she asked defensively.

"Well for one thing," he was still chuckling, "I still don't know this school actually exists."At this the four teenagers stood up and protested. Roy held up his hand, "I never said that it doesn't, I just said I couldn't be sure. Now, the second reason is because Ed would never be a student willingly. He hasn't been at school since he was six. Weren't you listening to my story? His exact words were 'if the food didn't kill me the curriculum would. This shit is so damn boring.' The Fuhrer, King Bradley, wanted him to finish his education but he tested all the way through high school with near perfect scores. The kids a genius, I can say that much. Where we come from he's considered an alchemic prodigy, he's probably better at it than me."

"Wonderful," Dumbledore clapped his hands, "Then he could teach it with you." Roy thought this over for a moment. Then he started nodding slowly, "I think that could work. Sir, you have got yourself two alchemy instructors."

"Thank you very much. I will send out the letters today."Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling. Then he left with a loud crack.

Ed recovered quickly with the aid of magic. The Golden Gang thought he was just shy, because he wouldn't talk to anyone except Mustang and he only came out of his room for meals or get a new book. Even Hermione was impressed about the amount of books he'd read. Finally, curiosity getting the better of her, she went to talk to him.

She knocked on the door and called out, "Um, Professor? I just had a question," she paused, "About alchemy."

She could hear grumbling inside the room, then finally, "Fine come in."

She opened the door to see paper scattered around the floor. An impressive stack of books were catching dust in a corner, and a small blonde boy was occupying the bed with his nose in a book.

"Um, Professor." She started hesitantly.

He sat up and looked at her with piercing golden eyes. "I haven't started my job yet you can call me Ed." He seemed tired, and kind of irritated.

"Right, um, Ed. I was reading a book on alchemy I got from a store and it contradicts everything Professor Mustang said about it." She explained.

"Well it might be different. Our form of alchemy is science. It's steps are analysis, figuring out what chemicals it's made out of, deconstruction, breaking it down, and reconstruction, forming the same elements as something else. We have laws, unlike your magic. Out first law is equivalent exchange. Humankind cannot give anything without first giving something in return. That is the law of equivalent exchange. The next one is about human transmutation. Before you ask, human transmutation is the art of bringing the dead back to life. It is strictly forbidden, it's alchemy's highest crime, or taboo. People always loose more than they gain, and-" he broke off. "Unless you know how to deal with Truth." His golden eyes turned blazing with rage. "I'm dealing with Truth. I know what the price of one life is. My life is equal to his life, just like Voldemort's life will be equal." He seemed like he was trying to convince himself, rather than her. "He will come back, he has to." He whispered. "Could you please go?" Silently Hermione left, and left Ed to his thoughts.

Ed POV

What if everything I'm about to work for is a lie? What if Truth gives me the same thing he gave me last time? What if I dragged Mustang here for no reason? How could I forgive myself for doing what I did to Mom to him? He died as a suit of armor that had a soul attached to it. Does he hate me for it? Does he hate me for what I did to him? I was too afraid to ask him and now… now it's too late! I don't deserve all these people's care. I don't deserve the life have. All I do is screw up and make other's suffer.

I was clapping my hands without even realizing what I was doing. A small knife formed out the floor. I deserve to live. I slowly brought the knife to my throat. If I do this, Mustang will be happy he doesn't have to deal with me anymore. I can see Mom and Al and Nina. We can all live happily, in a world without pain, and suffering. The cool blade was pressing against my skin. My heart was pounding. I need to do this.

The door swung open loudly, "Hey Ed. It's time for," the deep voice cut off. I looked up to see jet black hair and matching eyes. "Edward!" He dove for my knife and pulled it away from my throat. "NO," I shouted. Tears started falling, "Give it back damn it!"

"Did I give you permission to do this Fullmetal?" Mustang's voice was furious.

"I don't care! Why should you?" I curled up on the floor.

"We have a plan Fullmetal. WE kill this baldy shorts guy and you and your brother can live and we go back to our world. We all live and we all go home. In the military, we're the dogs. That means we're loyal, not only to the Fuher but to ourselves and each other as well. No man gets left behind. You have two good legs Ed, get up and use them."

I stopped crying and listened to the words he said for once. It was just like the first time we met. I was down and needed someone to pick me back up. His words could be took many ways if you knew him and his motives to Fhuer. He could be telling me I am part of his path to success and he was only using me to get to the top. But I chose to take it as the, I'm your father now, you should do what I tell you and military terms is the only way I know how to give you a speech.

I nodded, and looked back at him. He looked scared, the fear in his eyes was real. Maybe he does care. Maybe I could keep living for him. "I'm sorry," I said quietly. I won't try that again, I swear. It's just, I got thinking about my last attempt at human transmutation and I was worried that," I trailed of,

"That it would happen again?" Finished Mustang. I nodded and buried my head in my hands. "Ed, it won't happen again. You know what you're up against this time and you told Truth exactly what you wanted. This won't go wrong, but first we need to do our part by killing this guy. Now from what I heard so far he split his soul to become immortal but if we find all the pieces we can kill him. We will do this Ed. They don't call us the Fullmetal and Flame alchemists for nothing now do they?"

I looked up and smiled, "Yeah, I'm. I must be a pain. I drag you into my problems and now this."

Mustang shook his head, "You have nothing to be sorry about. It's only natural to feel this way after… what happened. Now, are you up to some dinner?"

I smirked, "What do you think?"

Roy laughed, "Come on Molly's making stew."

Normal POV

The Hogwarts Express was completely packed, just like always. But it probably didn't help that there were two additions this year. Ed was sitting next to Mustang along with Harry and two other Hogwarts students. Ed and Roy were reading some kind of history books, while Harry, Luna and Neville were trying to have a friendly conversation. It was kind of hard because Luna was spouting nonsense about 'nargals.'

The door opened to reveal a pale bleach blonde boy.

"What do you want Malfoy." Harry growled. The Amestrians didn't even look up from their books.

"Manners Potter, or I'll give you detention." Malfoy sneered. "You see, I unlike you have been made a prefect, which means, I unlike you, have the power to give punishments. And why do you hang out with such losers, huh, Potter? I mean a mudblood is one thing but a first year too?" He starred at Ed while he said this. Roy was about to step in but didn't have to.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL THAT HE COULD ONLY BE SEEN WITH A MAGNIFINED GLASS YOU JERK?" Ed shouted. Malfoy and his goons looked slightly taken back.

"And who are you to say that, my Father-" Malfoy couldn't finish though.

"I DON'T CARE WHO YOUR STUCK UP FATHER IS, RIGHT NOW WE ARE TALKING ABOUT YOU!" Ed sat back down in his seat and looked expectantly at Malfoy.

"I'm the prefect which means I can give you detention, so that's it. I'm giving you detention." Malfoy said confidently. His goons were smirking behind him.

"Well I hate to break it to you but the only one who can give detention is me, and the only reason I'm not giving it to you is because I don't want to but the one who has to deal with a whiney brat like you." Ed said coolly.

"What? No you can't! Who are you? What house are you from?" Malfoy was panicking.

"Hello, my name is Edward Elric. I will be your new alchemy professor." Ed smirked at the panic that established on his face. He looked about ready to shit his pants. The others in the car were only barely holding their laughter in, except for Mustang who just rolled his eyes.

Malfoy took that moment to push past his goons and run out of the compartment.

The car was filled with laughter while Ed just grumbled and went back to reading his book.

The Great Hall was bustling with life. Everyone was asking about summer and murmuring about the two handsome, excuse me, 'new' professors.

The sorting took place, the alchemy professors had been told about it beforehand and tried their best not to look surprised. If you hadn't been looking for their reactions you wouldn't have noticed.

Dumbledore walked to the front. The noise stopped and everyone listened to what the Headmaster had to say.

"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. As you have probably noticed we have, not one, but three new professors. We actually have another coming, but for now I will introduce our new Alchemy Professors. Professor Mustang, he will be teaching first through third year." Roy stood up and gave a seductive smile.

"And Professor Elric, who will be teaching fourth through sixth year and helping with seventh" Ed looked like he had something better to do and really, REALLY, wanted to leave. "And this year's new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Umbridge." The woman was about to stand but the Great Hall's doors blew open. A man with blonde hair, golden eyes and glasses walked in.

"Sorry I'm late Albus. I missed the train."

"That is quite all right, ladies and gentlemen, the new seventh year alchemy instructor, Von Hohenheim."

A ripple of excitement went through the crowd. 'The Von Hohenheim?' Was what was mostly said.

"Let the feast begin!"

And Umbridge never got to make her time wasting speech, pity…

The first alchemy class was for the fifth year Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Ed really didn't want to do this, he would rather be fighting Voldemort. But, if this was the way to get information, so be it.

"So, what do you guys know about alchemy?" he asked in a board tone.

Hermione flung her hand in the air, "Go ahead Miss Granger."

"Alchemy is wandless magic that can make gold and philosophers' stones."

"Firstly, alchemy is a science. Anyone who calls it magic in the future will be booted out of my class. Secondly you can make gold but that is illegal, and thirdly, we are not going to be discussing the stone so please do not bring it up again." It brings back, to many memories…

"Now, I have some rules for you. One, no one is allowed to transmute anything unless supervised by me, Mustang or Hohenheim, is that clear?"

There was a lot of murmuring about this.

"The reason for that rule will be explained when the time comes. Two, you are not to imply in any way that I am short. I'm fifteen and the best alchemist in this school. If you fail to follow this rule, you will get detention. Three, you cannot transmute gold. Four, do not use animals in your transmutations, and lastly. Do not attempt human transmutation."

"What is that, sir?" A Slytherin asked.

"Human Transmutation is the art of bringing the dead back to life, it doesn't work and it never will. If you try and the transmutation doesn't kill you I will. It would be the kindest option."

"What do you mean kindest?" Draco sneered.

Ed shrugged his coat off, then continued with his black overcoat. His tank top revealed a metal arm. Everyone gasped, even the golden trio who had seen it before. "Do not try human transmutation. My leg is like this too. I attempted it. I tried to bring my mother back. I failed. I lost my arm and leg. I know another who lost her internals. Another lost his entire body. Do not attempt human transmutation, for what could be equal to a human soul? Ask yourself that. Don't forget it. Now are there anymore questions before the topic is dead?"

A brave hearted Gryffindor raised her hand.

"Sir, what do you get, when you try to, well-" she trailed off.

Ed nodded in understanding, "A monster. The hardest part is knowing that you killed them twice. The first time they die, they are meant to, it's their time. The second time shouldn't have ever happened. One is all, all is one. Respect the flow."

He turned to his stunned class. "That is your homework. Figure it out, one is all and all is one. I refuse to teach you until you know what it means. You are dismissed."

Under Central Amestris….

"So our sacrifices thought they could leave did they? Well it won't be so easy."

Five homunculi stepped forward. "We will go for you father, we will bring them back."

"Yes but not all of you. Pride, Wrath you will stay behind. Sloth is working. Lust, Envy, Gluttony, you will cross the Gate and get our pieces back."

"Yes Father,"

A large transmutation circle formed. The homunculi stepped inside. Alchemic lights flashed,

"Wait for me, I'm commin' too." Greed raced into the circle and disappeared before father could do anything about it.

The plot thickens.

Wow, that took a while.

I'm sooooooooo sore because I was figure skating, yes I am wonderful at it, snow tubing and skiing all in the course off 48 hours and I still had time to pump this out. I know I'm seriously amazing.

A lot goes on in this chapter. Mostly about Ed.

1) When Ed says I killed while talking to Hohenheim, I meant after Al was dead he went on a mission (stupid Mustang) and killed out of anger. If you want tell me and I can write more on it.

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