Hello! I am back with another chapter! Thank you so much for the good reviews on chapter 1, it means a lot.

I also apologize for the little issue in the last chapter with the underlined italics. When I switched it over to here they seem to have disappeared… oh well! For future notice,

Thoughts

"memories"

I DO NOT OWN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST, FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST BROTHERHOOD, OR ANY PART OF THE HARY POTTER SERIES!

Onto the story!

Ed walked up to the man cautiously. "are you the one who the colonel told to meet me?" he asked. The man gave a kind smile, saying "why yes I am. Edward Elric, correct?" Ed nodded.

"Very well. I am Albus Dumbledore, it is a pleasure to meet you Edward." The man replied, eyes twinkling.

Chapter 2- The Order

"Dumbledore?!" Ed said loudly, causing several people to stare oddly at him. Dumbledore chuckled, "Yes, Edward. I am Dumbledore, though I would appreciate it if you didn't say my name so loudly in these parts, for the sake of unwanted attention" Ed snorted. "Too late for that old man, you stick out like a sore thumb in that getup" giving a light chuckle, Dumbledore said "yes, very true, though that is not the type of attention I was talking about. Times have changed, and precautions are becoming necessary." Ed huffed, still unsatisfied, but accepting that now was neither the time nor the place for that conversation.

"if that is sorted out, then I would like you to come with me" he said, motioning for Ed to start walking. As they walked Ed asked "where are you taking me? The docks are in the opposite direction" Ed said, trying to keep up with the wizard's long strides. "We aren't taking a boat, Edward. As for where we are going, simply somewhere less public" he responded, sending Edward into more thoughts. What does he mean 'not taking a boat?' how the hell else are we supposed to travel across the damn sea?! Then a thought occurred to him. The file Mustang had given him had said something about these people having "flying broomsticks that people ride on" and could "walk into fires, and come out in a completely different fireplace". He also remembered the colonel saying something about them being able to teleport. Ed wasn't exactly ready to believe it, but he knew that with these people, he had to keep an open mind, else he wouldn't find any answers. If he wanted to make sense of what was going on, he had no choice but to get involved in it, as much as he hated the prospect of defying the teachings which had been drilled into him by a certain housewife.

The two walked into an almost completely empty pub, it was dirty and unused. As a matter of fact, to the untrained eye, the door to the pub could go completely unnoticed, but that wasn't the odd part. Despite the fact they were in Xing, absolutely no one in the pub looked or seemed to speak Xingese. "Hey old man, where is this place anyway?" Ed asked. "This, Edward, is the Leaky Cauldron. It is a Wizarding chain, with locations almost worldwide" Dumbledore explained.

"Ah! Albus, back again? And what's this? You brought an Amestrian?" said the grubby bartender. "Yes, young Edward here is a researcher who wishes to take a look at what the wizarding world has to offer" Dumbledore said. "Oh I see! A bit young for heavy research aren't you kid? What are you, 12?" the bartender asked. "WHORE YOU CALLING SO SMALL TODDLERS LOOK DOWN AT HIM?! I'M 15 DAMMIT!" Ed yelled, causing everyone present to turn and stare, clearly shocked. "I said nothing like that! Sorry kid!" the bartender said hastily. "Stop calling me that!" Ed said. Dumbledore chuckled saying "yes, he does have a slight sensitivity when It comes to height" Ed grumbled before saying "so why are we here? Shouldn't we be heading off?" Dumbledore turned and gave him a serious look.

"Before you enter the Wizarding World, there are a few things you should be made aware of, unless you wish to stick out as a non-magical person" he said gravely. Ed tried his best not to snort at the words "wizarding" or "non-magical" though it took a good amount of will. "Like what?" he asked. "Perhaps it would be better if we sat down and had a drink" he said, and soon they were both sitting at a table, Dumbledore holding a mug of mysterious liquid Ed wasn't sure if he wanted to know the name of.

"So what is it you wanted me to know?" Ed asked.

"Edward, I know you are skeptical at the idea of magic. It is only natural, considering your background and occupation. I simply ask that you try not to expose this fact too much. People in the Wizarding community don't always take kindly to skeptics." Dumbledore began. Ed mentally groaned, so the old fart just wanted to give me lectures? Ed nodded however, before asking "what did you mean earlier at the train station, "Times have changed, and precautions are becoming necessary?"

Dumbledore nodded saying "I was getting to that part. You see, a dark wizard by the name of Lord Voldemort came to power. (Ed snorted hearing the name.) He was known as the darkest wizard of all time, and was known for his notorious torturing, killings, and terrorism commited by his minions, the Death Eaters. About 14 years ago, he attacked the Potter family. He killed the two parents, and attempted to kill the son, who was barely a year old, named Harry. However, the spell rebounded and he was defeated instead, leaving young Harry only a scar. The boy is the only known survivor of the killing curse" Ed shivered. These people had such absolute power, to somehow take life with minimal effort. And this man, Voldy-something, was the most disgusting of the folk.

"Many people labeled him dead, however, right before this summer, he returned." Dumbledore said, immediately followed by protest. "That's impossible! The dead don't come back to life." Ed said. "Very true. However, we have reason to believe he was not entirely dead" Dumbledore said gravely. "You mean part of his soul was still bound to the earth? That's the only way I could see it working. " Ed stated. Dumbledore looked somewhat surprised, but nodded. "That is the conclusion I have reached as well, though with no solid proof." Ed wondered, did this Voldy guy use a blood seal? Or was there a way to bind souls through this odd technique hey had?

"My point is, he is back in power, and so are his Death Eaters. In response, I have reinstated an organization I founded, in order to counter them, known as the Order of the Pheonix. Their headquarters is where I am going to take you" Dumbledore said.

"Do they have material for me to use for research?" Ed asked. Dumbledore nodded. "They have a library full of books on magic." Ed nodded, accepting these terms.

"Ok, now I want to know something old man. How closely related were you to Flamel's research and creation of the Philosophers stone?" Ed asked, trying to suppress his anger. Dumbledore seemed surprised, but answered calmly. "I helped him with the research, as well as the creation. However, the stone was not complete, and was destroyed a bit more than 3 years ago. A man named Hohenheim warned us of the cost for a complete stone, which I am assuming you know?" Ed nodded, but now he couldn't hide his anger. "You knew that bastard?" he growled. Dumbledore nodded. "I did, I am guessing you do as well?"

"He was my biological father" Ed said, his face hidden in his unruly bangs. "But that's it. He abandoned my family when we were young without a word. If my brother didn't need the restroom, we wouldn't have even seen him go." he said. Dumbledore didn't press on, for which Ed was grateful.

"Well Edward, that was all I wanted to inform you of, so I think it is high time we get going." Dumbledore said standing up. As Ed go up he asked "how are we getting here if were not taking a boat?" he had a feeling he knew the answer, but hoped he was wrong.

"We are going to apparate" Dumbledore said, extending an arm. "What is that?" Ed asked, already not liking the sound of it. "It is a form of wizarding transportation. I will warn you though, most people get nauseous the first time they do it."

Ed gulped, but swallowed his anxiety and took the man's arm, hoping he wouldn't come out of this experience maimed. Instantly he felt the sensation of being squeezed through a tube, and stretched around in ways he didn't think possible. It was suffocating, and just as he thought his breath would give out, he landed on pavement. He stumbled, and gulped down as much air as he could get into his lungs, before checking his surroundings.

They were on a very dark street with many houses, and several street lamps. This most certainly isn't Xing. "Why couldn't you just use this to come directly to Amestris? What's the point of meeting in Xing?" Ed asked. "Amestris is somehow immune to magical influence. No form of magic can be used to reach your country, due to a different type of power there. So of course we had to meet out of the country" Dumbledore explained.

"What do you mean different power?" Ed asked. "I mean that there is no magical power in Amestris. There most certainly is power, but none that can be used as magic. This power is most likely what you use for Alchemy. I myself do not know many of the details, so it may be better to ask Hohenheim. Though, where he is now is beyond me" Dumbledore said. Ed growled. He would not ask that bastard for help. He would simply have to figure out the problem when he had more material to work with.

Ed looked around, as his eyes adjusted to the dark. Something immediately stuck out to him however, and he looked around to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. "Where's 12?" he asked. Dumbledore smiled before handing him a piece of paper. "Please memorize this, and then give it to me" Ed took it and read the hastily scribbled words.

12, Grimmauld Place

Order of the Pheonix Headquarters

Ed nodded, handing it back to Dumbledore, who took out a stick, and touched it to the paper. The paper instantly caught fire, reminding Ed of the colonel's smug face, one which was immediately dismissed as the fire disappeared and Ed began to wonder how on earth it had been done. Is there a transmutation circle on the stick? No, maybe it's a form of alchemy like mine and teachers, but how does that even work? he hasnt seen truth has he? Maybe pieces of small stones are embedded in the wands? No, I would rather think that's not the case. Maybe- Ed was interrupted from his musings when there was a rumbling sound. Ed stared in absolute disbelief as a building appeared out of nowhere. How did they do that?! as he was dragged to the front steps of the new house, which Ed assumed was number 12, Dumbledore looked at him once more. "by the way Edward, I have told all the other occupants in this house you are a traveling researcher, born in Germany, and have come to England in order to research the Magical World. I recommend sticking to this story, to avoid unwanted questions." Ed nodded, grateful for the man's consideration. As Ed went to open the door Dumbledore said "I also don't recommend saying anything about Human Transmutation, i hope you have an excuse ready for those fake limbs. you won't be able to hide them for long in that house"

Ed whipped around, shocked. "How did you.."

"I was very good friends with your father Edward. He told me quite a bit about Alchemy and Truth. This combined with what your commanding officer told me of your capabilities, it wasn't hard to put the pieces together, as for the limbs, I can tell by the way you walk" he said, eyes twinkling. Ed gulped but turned. "I wasn't planning on telling anyone anyway, old man. And i already have an excuse, I don't need your help" Dumbledore chuckled and opened the door, leading into a dark musty smelling hallway covered in dust. "Please remain quiet, we don't want to wake anything in the house" Dumbledore warned. Ed gulped, but nodded as he was led to a pair of doors where muffled voices could be heard. Dumbledore knocked, before opening the door. "I do hope I'm no interrupting" he said.

"Albus!"

"Headmaster!"

"Welcome!"

Voices immediately greeted him and he opened the door a bit more, revealing the room's occupants to Ed. "come, we were actually just having dinner! Please sit down Headmaster!" a slightly plump red haired woman said. She turned to ed. "oh and you must be Edward! My my, look at you, have you eaten? Come sit down and we will introduce you to everyone" she said, ushering Ed into the room in a seat next to a sickly looking man, and a shaggy haired one who Ed thought he recognized from somewhere. The woman set a bowl of stew in front of Ed, and he soon realized how hungry he was and immediately dug in. he head Dumbledore saying that he had business to attend to so he couldn't stay long, and after a while, he left, by which time Ed had finished having a large amount of food. He grinned at the woman saying "Your cooking is delicious! Miss…"

"Thank you dear. I'm Molly Weasly, but you can call me Molly" she said.

She went around introducing all of the members and Ed was shocked when he heard Sirius' name. "Aren't you supposed to be wanted serial killer or something?" he asked. People at the table went silent, before Remus said "He was framed. Sirius has not killed anyone" Ed relaxed a bit, though still not ready to trust the man next to him. A red haired boy, Ron, Ed thought his name was, asked "how old are you anyway? 12? 13?"

"15" Ed growled.

"What?" said one twin

"But you're a midget!" said the other.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A SHRIMP SO SMALL HE COULD RIDE ON THE BACK OF A GRASSHOPPER?!" Ed burst out.

"No one said that mate!" Ron said. Ed huffed, as Hermione asked cautiously, "Professor Dumbledore said you were a traveling researcher. Isn't 15 a bit young for doing such heavy research?" Ed looked at her before saying "I actually got into research starting when I was 5 years old, so I guess I'm kinda a special case!" he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Blimey! 5?!" Ron said. "That's quite impressive" Remus said. Ed smiled, before asking "do you guys have a phone I could use?"

A large majority of them looked at Ed like he was an alien. "A phone? What's that?" asked Ron. Now it was Ed's turn to look at them oddly. "Seriously?! I'm positive England has phones!"

"Oh! You mean that muggle contraption you have for communication?!" said Arthur, sounding a bit too excited for Ed's taste. Hermione looked at him apologetically. "Sorry Edward, but wizarding families don't use technology. So no, we don't have a phone, but if you want, you could borrow an owl and send a letter?" Ed groaned. Are these people that old fashioned? Next thing you know I'll find out they used feathered pens and ink instead of regular ones. "Thank you, Hermione." He said, and got up. "I think I will go do that. But first, where am I staying?" Ed asked. "You will be staying in Ron's room. Ron help him carry his things!" Molly said to her youngest son. Ron groaned and got up. He walked out with Ed who said "you don't have to carry it, it's just a briefcase. I travel light." Ron nodded his thanks ad led him to their room.

The room was a good size. There were two beds and a cot set up. "Why are there three?" Ed asked. "Our friend Harry is coming here soon. He was going to sleep here as well" Ron said. "Ok. I'll take the cot" Ed said dropping his briefcase and dropping onto the cot. "You sure? The bed is more comfortable" Ron said. "I'm used to sleeping in odd places. The cot feels more at home than a bed" Ed said remembering all of the hard beds at inns he stayed at. The cot was more comfortable than them, which Ed was glad for. Ron nodded and then went to his bed, which was in the far end of the room. As ed got comfortable there was a loud crack! Which set him on alert. Ed, combat instinct kicking in, kicking out his left leg causing whatever had come in to fall to the ground, and he took the opportunity to back away and survey the enemy.

There on the ground, he saw the twins. "You kick hard, don't you Ed?" the twins said in an eerie unison. "Why the hell did you just appear in our room?!" Ed said, relaxing slightly. "We wanted to talk to the new kid." Said Fred.

"You seem more interesting than ickle ronniekins over there" said George. Just then there was a knock on the door. "What happened? We heard a huge crash" came Hermione's voice. "You can come in!" Ron called, and Hermione, accompanied by Ginny walked in. "what happened? Why are you on the floor?" Hermione asked. "Those two apparated in here and Ed knocked em off their feet" Ron said.

Ginny beamed at him, with a newfound respect. "That's brilliant!" she said. "Where did you learn that anyway? Fred asked.

"When you travel around you go to dangerous places. I guess I kind of picked it up" Ed said.

"Has the meeting started?" Ron asked. Ginny nodded, and the twins grinned. "It seems to be our time to shine" they said, once again in unison. "What are you going to do?" Ed asked. "You see, little Ed," Fred started, resulting in a growl and was ready to attack when he thought better of it. He was, after all, curious as to what the twins had in mind. "We like to develop special products that will be very useful to students looking for information, revenge, or even a good laugh. Such as extendable ears, which we use to eavesdrop on the order meetings" the twins explained.

"That won't do any good. They put an imperturbable charm on it" Ginny said. "How do you know?" Ron asked suspiciously. "Tonks showed me how to tell. Just chuck stuff at the door, if they bounce off, than it's been charmed. I've been chucking dungbombs at it for the last half an hour" Ginny said. Ed made a mental note not to get on Ginny's bad side.

Ed then turned to the twins. "Hey Fred, sometime could you show me these products. I have a few people I know who I would love to get revenge on"

"I'm George! Not Fred" said the twin. "No, you're Fred. Now can you answer the question." Ed said.

"How did you know? Not even mum can tell us apart!" they said together. Ed scoffed. "When I said 'Fred', you responded. Also, your eyes are a bit brighter than George's"

Ron stared trying to notice what Ed had pointed out and said "bloody hell! Your right! How did you notice that?"

"I pay attention. Ed said plainly. "Now, answer the damn question!"

"It would be an honor to support a fellow mischief maker with more ammunition!" they said matter of factly.

"Thank you. Now, do any of you have something to write on? I want to contact some people" Ed said. "I have some parchment you can use, do you need a quill too?" Hermione said. Ed blinked. They actually use those? "Uh… no thanks, I've got a pen" he said. Hermione nodded and said "I'll go get that then" Ginny left as well, followed by the twins, and Ron saying something about 'needing some food' didn't we just have dinner? Ed wondered. Hermione came back with a few rolls of parchment. "Here you are. If you don't mind my asking, who are you writing to?"

"My little brother" Ed said. "You have a little brother?" Hermione asked. "Yeah, he's doing research back at home. He will worry if I don't contact him soon" Ed said. She nodded. "Is it nice to have a brother? I'm an only child, so I wouldn't know, but Ron always complains about his brothers" Ed laughed. "Well, me and Al have been through a lot together, so were pretty close. But I suppose it depends on the family"

She smiled and nodded, before leaving to give him his privacy. Ed sighed, and began writing, warmth filling him as he thought of his little brother. This warmth quickly disappeared as he remembered that he also had to write a report to the colonel.

When Ed finished writing his report and his letter to Al, he rolled up the parchment and went to ask Lupin for an owl. Lupin gladly said he could use the owl and Ed uncertainly tied the envelope containing the two letters. The owl looked at him as if waiting for something, and Ed said "uh, take this to Roy mustang at central command in Amestris" the owl flew away and Ed vaguely wondered what would happen if the owl dropped the letters. He shuddered at the thought. At least its all coded. he reassured himself. Stupid 'wizards'. Completely impractical. What's wrong with using a phone? Or normal post? What's so bad about using paper and pen?

Ed yawned, heading back to his new room, Ron was snoring in his bed, and Ed swiftly took off his coat, and boots, before dropping onto his bed, and falling asleep.

That's it! If some people are OOC I'm sorry, I'll try to fix it. This was a lot of fun to write I must say, especially the twins and their shenanigans.

Thank you for reading.

-SevenBlazingSkies