Due to the long authors note in the first chapter, I neglected to put any form of disclaimer up. I don't own these two, so here's the proper disclaimer...

Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape or form, do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own Fullmetal Alchemist. They belong to J.K. Rowling and Hiromu Arakawa respectively. I am doing this for recreational purposes and recreational purposes ALONE. That said, here comes the story!

Words: 1120

Chapter 2

Hagrid spared the eleven year old boy a confused glance before nodding in understanding. "Well, yeh go to Kings Cross Station in London. Few miles thataways-" he pointed to a random point behind them "-and to yer left. Then ya go ta Pla'form Nine'n Three Quarters."

Ed gave a nod. At least it was simple enough. They walked on in silence until they reached Madame Malkin's, a robe tailors. At this, Ed jumped back. He turned around, but just before he could get away, he felt Hagrid's beefy hand grab at his small greatcoat. He balked. "I'm not wearing a dress. At ALL. You'll have to hold a gun to my head."

Hagrid said nothing, pulling the eleven year old by the sleeves of his royal blue greatcoat. His constant manhandling caused one of the decorations to fall off of his breast pocket, and Ed frowned. He picked it up and looked at the shape. It was a salamander, signifying his ability to keep his cool when things got heated. This, among many other decorations and plaques, was awarded because of the war against Father.

As he got down on his knees to pick up the golden badge, he sighed. Being calm was boring. He wished Riza didn't know when he misbehaved. He sucked his teeth derisively as he glared at the store front.

Hagrid lead him through the door and they heard a jingle. Hagrid barely gave the bell-sound a passing thought. However, when Ed looked for the source, Hagrid grinned. "Magic," was his simple reasoning. It was grating on Edward's nerves, the constant dependance on magic. His eye twitched in annoyance, but he needed to stay calm.

"Oh, Hagrid! Back so soon? I thought Albus only sent you for Harry!" said a small, tubby woman. Her breast was emblazoned with small, delicate curliques of writing, spelling out 'Madame Malkin'.

"Yep. This 'ere is Edward Elric, Trisha's boy. Remember her? Nice lass, she was." Hagrid responded thoughtfully.

"Ah. Yes, I do remember her. She was very helpful - made me proud to be a Hufflepuff." With that statement, she smiled, puffing her chest out. "Though it is a shame she had to get hitched with such an evil man."

Hagrid grinned. "Well, this is her boy. He's going to school."

The woman smiled kindly. Her eyes twinkled, and she led him to a stool. Edward frowned. "I need my uniform on at all times. So I need another set. I can always transfer the badges." The woman tsked sadly. She shook her head.

"I suppose you only need the robes then. Very well. Mister Malfoy, an attendant will be seeing to you."

It was only then that Edward noticed the pale boy. He was lanky and slim, with white-blond hair and slate grey eyes. Pale eyelashes framed his eyes, currently staring at him with reckless abandon. "Hello. My name is Draco Malfoy. What's yours?"

Edward grinned. "Edward Elric."

Draco's eyes widenned comically, his mouth forming a silent 'O' of astonishment. He stuttered before relinquishing his hold on the conversation. Instead, he brought up a subject he was comfortable with - Hogwarts Houses. "... I'm probably going to be in Slytherin. It's where most of my family's gone since Salazar's time. I wouldn't mind Ravenclaw, though. It is where anyone with half a wit should end up. But I shudder to think that they'd even think about putting me in Hufflepuff. That house is for ninnies and pansies."

Edward knew only the barest information on the houses, and, though he was loathe to admit, he felt he'd very much like to go to Slytherin. It was the house for those of a cunning mind, the house for those who would go to no end to see their goals met - and goddammit, he'd travel dimensions if he needed to, just to achieve his goals.

"What house do you want to be in, Ed?"

He was jolted from his reverie by the question. He answered immediately, not even having to think. "Slytherin."

Almost immediately after his revelation, he was pricked in the side. He jumped up. "Ouch!" He looked at the woman - Madame Malkin... he needed to remember that. She knelt down, face frozen in shock. Ed touched her shoulder to get her attention, but instead of gaining said attention, he was whisked away into a torrent of thoughts.

'He's going to be just like his father evil evil evil man he's evil evil nononono he's touching me touching me nonononono!'

Ed immediately retracted his hand. He stepped off of the stool, backing away slowly. "Uh... Hagrid... I think we should go, the robe's done already."

Hagrid nodded. They left their money on the seat, leaving behind a mortified seamstress and potential friend.

The duo found themselves standing outside of Ollivander's. The sign was worn and whithered with age. "Well, in yeh go."

Edward stared at the giant man. "Aren't you coming with me?" he asked, face betraying worry. The unheard message was clear - 'What if he acts like Madame Malkin did?'

Hagrid waved his worry away with a swat of his beefy hand. "Git'n there." He ushered the boy inside and before he shut the door, he said "Yeh need yer wand, boyo."

Ed was left in the dark shop. He stood stock still before a man came up to him. His electric blue eyes seemed to stare daggers into his soul. "You're here for a wand, I presume?"

Ed nodded, golden eyes watching the man warily. "Wand arm?"

Ed look quizzically at the man. Ollivander stared back. He sighed. "Writing arm?"

"Oh. I'm ambidextrious."

Ollivander seemed to think on this before ordering him to lift up the arm he wrote better with. Ed raised his left arm, and a yellow measuring tape snapped out of the air. It began to take measurements of the strangest parts of his body - his nostrils, the width between his toes. Finally, with a snap, it disappeared into thin air. The man nodded and waved his wand in the air. Three boxes lifted themselves into the air before landing on a stool. He opened one delicately, reverently handing the golden boy a light)brown wand. "Yew, 10 inches, unicorn hair. Just give it a wave." Before he could, Ollivander snatched it from his hands. "No, no good. Try this."

He handed him another one. "Holly, 8 inches, pheonix-tail feather."

Thus was the routine until Ollivander handed him a worn box. "I will not touch this. Maple, 13 inches, Thestral hair. It was made for death."

Edward gasped as he picked up the wand. He caught glimpses of green, and of his father. "May I ask... who owned this wand before me?"

A/N: next chapter, we learn why Hoho is taboo. We also meet Harry and Hermione. Next chapter also brings some surprises.
Many people have asked about my last chapter AN. Err... it was a typo (I am typing on my cellular :O). Winry is 4 YEARS OLDER than Ed.

Review Response time!

Guest - First off, thanks for the lengthy review! I like 'em long. ;-). Ok, I think some may be alive, but I don't know how it will go, seeing how I am typing as I go. Ed will now be a slow burning candle rather than an immediate spitfire of anger. Also... Envy will probably attack him... I think. And yeah, hehe, he probably is.

ClawsofLust (Guest) - please read the authors note. And Lust may be alive. Greed is Ling, so yeah... he's alive. Thanks for reading.

BulletWitch1985 (Guest) - Quite alright. Yeah, it was fairly obvious than Henohemm was Hohenheim. But Ed seems to know. And also hehe, bad neighbors. I live in the ghettos of Jersey City, and deal with cat calls when I walk to the bus stop. Unconfortable at best. /nods/ I feel your pain ono. And yes, it is rather disjointed. But Ed is 11 and still impressionable.

Faliara - hehehe ... /scratches head/ i know. Lol, my writing style hasn't changed much since I started. It has been nearly 3 years. Hopefully this one... isn't as rocky? My writing style has barely changed though, so I've no idea.

Sam's Laptop - hehehe... can't tell. You'll find out pretty soon.

Guest - I explained this discrepancy earlier. And no pairings... unless you squint. Edward and Winry's relationship is purely platonic. In this story, Edward is like a younger brother to Winry. Also, it is noted that Hagrid has travelled (at least once) by Floo in the books. He' as big as you think, and remember, Central HQ fireplaces - from what I've seen - are bigger than average. And I figured it was as clear as could be. He needs to do desk work, assign troops, et cetera. He is a Colonel at this point - he has troops and needs to go on missions other than those relating to the Philosophers Stone. Yes indeed. Pinako explained about Hohenheim. However, Trisha wished to be excluded from the Wizard World. It's explained in a spinoff titled "Our Secret." So... yeah... that's a spoiler.

ReginalDC21 (Guest) - thanks! Envy will probably develop a platonic, older brother relationship with Ed later throughout the story. Some are alive, some aren't. I believe Ed will indeed be a hellraiser. :3 in a different way, though. Also, Hoho has a valid reason for not being there in the story, so their relationship becomes more Fatherly. And yes, parental!royed will be here because I am a sucker for that. ;-)

To anyone I missed: thanks for the reviews! I certainly read them all. :3 Thanks!