I have returned, with another chapter!

Krazyfanfiction1- Interesting question. I think Ed could definitely pull it off if he knew how to do the correct calculations. I mean, I don't know if he studied aerodynamics or anything like that but I don't think so. But if he knew those, then he could do it easily, considering his specialty is quick calculations. So yes. If needed, Ed probably could.

Some of you guys brought up a good point. Percy was not at Grimmauld place. I'm sorry for this plot hole, I'll go fix that when I have nothing better to do. Thanks to those of you who pointed this out!

EDITED (9/7/14) Thank you (random guest who alerted me to inconsistencies) for pointing out the, well, inconsistencies.

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

"We decided to answer some of Harry's questions, and thought, as you don't know much either, you would want to be here for it" Sirius said. "And if you don't mind, we want some questions answered about you"

Ed bit his lip, thinking on this. They answer questions on what's going on, and he has to answer questions about himself. Ed sighed. "Equivalence, right? You have a deal"

Chapter 4- Q and A?

"Alright then. Harry, what would you like to know?" Sirius said, turning to harry.

"Where's Voldemort? What's he doing?" harry asked, almost immediately. "I've tried to find out through muggle news, but there's nothing that looks like him"

"That's because Voldemort isn't doing anything at the moment. He's lying low to avoid drawing attention" Remus said. "Why? Why would he stop killing people?" Harry asked, confused. Ed listened, growing more disgusted as he did so. "It would be dangerous for him to be so open. His comeback didn't go the way he hoped. We have you to thank for that" Sirius said. "How?" Harry asked, seeming completely lost.

"I doubt this guy would've wanted any witnesses to his comeback to escape with their lives, let alone tell everyone important." Ed said, adding his opinion to the conversation. "Exactly. You survived, and alerted the one person Voldemort didn't want to know immediately. Dumbledore" Remus confirmed. "How does that help?" Harry asked. "Are you kidding? Dumbledore is the one person You-Know-Who is scared of!" Bill said loudly. What, do these people think the name is cursed or something? Ed mentally scoffed.

"What's The Order doing?" Harry asked.

"Trying our best to prevent Voldemort from growing stronger" Remus said. "What do you mean?" Harry pressed. "Dumbledore thinks he wants to build up an army again. Back in the old days, he had his death eaters, as well as a large variety of magical creatures, including giants. Now, however, he has only a few dozen death eater. Before any moves, he will need to rebuild his strength"

"But how will you stop them?" Harry asked. "We are trying to convince as many people as possible that Voldemort is back, but it's a bit tricky" Remus said. "Why?"

"Because of the ministry's attitude, you know that Cornelius Fudge hasn't accepted You-Know-Who's return, and he hasn't changed his perspective at all." Tonks said. Ed had to try very hard to not burst out laughing. Cornelius Fudge? What kind of name is that? Eventually calming down his mirth, Ed took a sip from a glass of water he was given. As he did so, Ed's gaze shifted to the scarred man he had seen earlier, Mad-Eye, they called him if Ed's memory served. He noticed that both eyes were trained on him, and felt a shiver crawl down his spine. Ed felt as if he was being examined, and the eye was unnerving. I better watch out for him.

"-accepting that Voldemort's back would mean trouble like the ministry hasn't had to cope with for 14 years, Fudge can't bring himself to face it and is more comfortable to think that Dumbledore is simply trying to take his position, and it's all fake." Sirius said bitterly.

"So basically he'd rather have the whole country in danger and innocent lives lost so he can be comfortable?!" Ed interrupted. What kind of leader does that? Is that really what his society is like? "Unfortunately, that is the case" Remus said.

"But if Voldemort is trying to recruit followers then it's bound to get out he's alive isn't it?" Harry asked. "Voldemort doesn't march up to a person's house and knock on their doors. He tricks, jinxes, and blackmails. In any case, he's got other plans at the moment. Plans he can put into motion very quietly." Sirius explained. "What's he after other than followers?" Harry asked.

"Something he can only get by stealth" Remus said, his voice grave. "Like a weapon. Something he didn't have last time" Sirius continued.

"That's enough" Molly interrupted. "You've told them enough. They're not in the order, and there's a reason for it! They know a good amount now so leave it at that!" She wheeled around to face Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George. "Bed. Now. All of you. No complaints"

"You can't order us-"the twins started. "Watch me. Now go!" she said, clearly furious. She then turned to Ed, who flinched. The look in her eyes made him half expect her to throw a spoon at him. "We still need to ask you a few questions, so stay put" she said, before leaving to escort the others to they're rooms.

When she returned, Ed braced himself, before turning back to the other adults. Facing him were Remus, Sirius, Mad-Eye, Tonks, Bill, Molly and Arthur. Mad-Eye stepped forward saying "alright boy, we'll start simple. What's your name?" what's the point of asking that? Is he testing me? Probably. "Edward Elric" Ed responded, surprised how quickly the answer came. "What is your mother's name?" he asked. "Trisha Elric" Ed responded immediately. It didn't feel natural to him, more like something was forcing him to say it. Did they do something to me? But when? "What is your father's name?" Ed growled, but the answer was already out before he could react. "Van Hohenheim"

"Hohenheim?! As in the famous alchemist Hohenheim?" Arthur said. "Yes" Ed said.

"Where are your parents now?" mad-eye continued, not phased in the slightest. Why does that even matter? "My mother is dead. The bastard left us when we were little and never came back, so I don't know where he is" Ed said. At this point it was obvious. They had done something to him. But when? It had to be after I came in. then he remembered. The drink! They spiked my drink! "What the hell did you do to me?" Ed growled, trying to contain his anger. "It's a simple truth serum, to ensure you aren't lying to us" Remus said, sounding surprisingly cold. What right do they have to do that? Isn't this a violation of privacy?

Ed turned back to the still stern-faced man angrily. "Damn bastard!" He said, preparing to clap his hands.

Just then he felt his hands slam tight to his body, as well as his legs as he fell to the floor, stiff as a log, unable to move. What the hell?

"Edward. do not provoke him, he is not someone you want to mess with." Remus said. "Let me go dammit!" Ed growled. "Promise to behave and i will release you" Remus reasoned. Ed snorted, giving Moody a glare, before saying "fine. I wont do anything" probably for the best. I almost blew my cover. He felt his limbs relax, and instantly stood up, before mumbling a few curses in Amestrian and taking a seat. I WILL get him for this.

"How did you lose those limbs boy?" Mad-Eye asked. Ed bit his lip. I can't answer that! Mustang will give me hell if I do! "…in an accident when I was young" Ed finally said. It wasn't a lie. Just not the whole truth. "Wait, why limbs? He only lost his arm right?" Bill asked. "Wrong. His leg is fake too" Mad-Eye said. How does he know that? Is it so obvious? No, he's the only one who seemed to have noticed. What if that eye does more than I think? Ed sighed, pulling up his left pant leg. No point hiding it anymore. "Blimey! He's right!" Bill said. Ed noticed Arthur looking at his mechanical limbs with a hungry look in his eyes and backed away slowly. I don't need any more crazy gearheads messing with my limbs! Let alone a guy who didn't know what a telephone was!

"That looks painful" Tonks noted. "You get used to it" Ed said dryly.

"Where are you from boy?" Mad-Eye pressed, obviously not wanting to get off track. Ed froze. Dumbledore warned me, and Mustang did too. I don't see a way around it… but I'll only be more suspicious if I don't answer… "Well boy? Where are you from?"

Ed didn't realize he was biting his lip until he tasted the blood, "Ed, we can assure you, nothing you say leaves this room" Remus said, attempting to reassure him. "Just answer the question. We just want to see if you're a threat"

"Where I used to live has nothing to do with that!" Ed protested. "It does" Mad-Eye interrupted. "How?!" Ed replied hotly.

"As you just heard boy, we are in hard times! When we hear Dumbledore has brought in a muggle who gets past the enchantments, doesn't tell us any detailed information about himself, and is supposedly a successful researcher with a good mind, doesn't that seem suspicious? We can't take chances here, which you know well boy! Now, where do you come from?" mad-eye practically growled.

"that's no reason to spike someone's drink and start interrogating them! And I thought you all trusted that old fart!" Ed replied. "As he has said himself, even Dumbledore makes mistakes Edward" Remus reasoned.

"Boy, I am only asking once more. Where are you from?" Ed tried his best to hold his tongue, but it was too late.

"Resembool, Amestris"

People immediately followed this statement with protest. "You mean that country where magic doesn't work?" Tonks said, shocked.

"That would explain the high quality limbs. I heard that they were very advanced with their machines" Arthur said, giving Ed a look that caused Ed to back away slightly. There is NO WAY IN HELL I am going back to Resembool for an arm and a headache because a psychotic 'wizard' messed with it!

"You mean to say that place exists?" Sirius said, seeming unsure. Not surprised. Being cooped up with no information probably puts you behind the times. Especially with information so scarce on the topic.

"So you really are a muggle then. What is your purpose in coming here?" Mad-Eye asked. Ed was mentally cursing himself. How could I let this happen? I should have been more careful! What to do… The only way I can get out of this is to give them incomplete answers… Ed also noticed that the compulsion to answer the question was weaker than earlier, when the truth was practically ripped from his mouth. It must be wearing off… just a bit longer and I might just make it out of this. "I want to know how magic works." Ed said.

"What purpose would that serve you?"

"I'm a researcher. Knowledge of any kind is worth having, and knowing about magic would increase my work progress." Ed said. As the serum began to wear off, he found it much easier to evade slip ups. He breathed a silent sigh of relief. It's true enough. This is my mission, finding the answer would help me complete the mission, therefore helping my work progress. He relaxed slightly, though the anger was still present. I can fix this, I just have to play my cards right.

"and what exactly did you research? Where did you do your research?"

"I don't see what that has to do with my trustworthiness!" Ed said, growing annoyed. I can somewhat understand why he asked those other questions. From their point of view it makes sense, but this had nothing to do with anything! They're taking advantage of the truth serum and asking pointless questions. These damn people are too nosy for their own good.

Mad-Eye was about to reply when Remus interrupted. "Alastor, we know everything we need to know, and the Veritaserum should be wearing off around now." Ed turned to Remus who had stood up. "I think we have given the poor boy enough to think about tonight!" Molly added, voice stern once again. Ed snorted hearing 'poor boy'. Is she giving me pity?!

Mad-Eye huffed and stood up, limping toward the door while the other order members did as well. He stopped right in front of Ed, saying in a whisper "I know you've got more to you than you say. No simple researcher has that many scars"

"Your eye really is impressive, Alastor" Ed said, voice harsh, meant to provoke. "I would watch out if I were you. You're treading on this ice here, boy" with that, he limped out of the kitchen, leaving Ed, Molly, Remus, and Sirius, while everyone else had left.

The group stood grouped around the extendable ear thread in complete silence. "Were sorry Edward, we just couldn't take any risks" Lupin said. Ed scoffed. "That doesn't give him the right to start questioning someone to satisfy their own curiosities. Did it ever occur to you people that the old man may have had a good reason for having me be vague?!"

The mutterings soon became unclear and blurry, and the twins reeled up the extendable ears. "So Ed is from Amestris, his father is a famous alchemist, and he lost 2 limbs in some accident." Harry summed up. They hadn't learned that much, but at the same time, they had learned too much. "But what about what Moody said? About him having scars?" Hermione said. "Ron, have you seen any scars?" Ginny asked, "You room with him after all don't you?" Ron shook his head. "Never seen him change."

"And what about what Ed said, about Dumbledore purposely wanting Ed to be vague?" Harry asked. "We should confront him" the twins suggested. "No! Not until we know more" Hermione said.

There were footsteps coming up the stairs, and the group took the opportunity to all go back to their respective rooms.

Ed went back to his, Ron's and Harry's room and sat back on the bed. "How did it go?" Harry asked.

"Fine" Ed said sharply. He was in a bad mood, and didn't feel like relating what happened to them. The person Ed wanted to talk to was Al.

Remembering the letter from Al he had received, Ed took rummaged in his briefcase until he found it. Seeing Al's handwriting, he almost smiled. Opening the letter he read it, completely tuning out the two in the background, discussing something Ed paid no attention to.

Brother,

I hope you haven't gotten into any trouble! Remember you're supposed to make friends with these people, don't go starting fights. What are those people like anyway?

Ever since you told me about that power in Amestris Dumbledore mentioned, I've been looking for anything it could be referring to. I couldn't find anything, but I'll keep looking. What about you? Have you made any progress in your research?

What's been happening? I know these people seem to ignore equivalent exchange, and I'm worried how much they're capable of. If they could make pictures actually move or come to life, who knows what else they can do? I hope they have a lead on getting our bodies back.

Oh yeah! While you were gone I found a cat! He was just sitting out in the rain all alone, I couldn't leave him there! He's tan and really small, and is sensitive about it just like you brother! I named him after you, please let me keep him! If you don't you have no heart.

Please be safe,

Al

P.S Winry said, "You better be taking good care of my Automail you Alchemy Freak!"

Ed chuckled to himself before he thought of Arthur. He got out a roll of parchment and a pen, and began to write.

Hey Al

No, I haven't gotten into any trouble yet, have more faith in your brother!

Ed paused, before deciding against telling Al about the Order's plans. He would only worry more. However he did think it necessary to explain the interrogation.

Actually, they decided to interrogate me today. They spiked my drink with some kind of truth serum, and then started firing questions! They know about me being from Amestris, and that I lost two limbs, and about the Bastard, but I found a way to avoid telling them the rest. Most of them are satisfied, but one man named Alastor Moody(people call him Mad-Eye) still suspects me. He has a glass eye which I swear does anything it wants to despite the normal one. It seems to see through things, cause he knows about my scars, and he knew about my automail after one glance. He was the one asking the questions, and kept saying that they were to prove I wasn't a threat, but he was asking questions about things that don't make a difference! Like our parent's names, or where they are, or what type of research i did before coming to England. These people are way too nosy for their own good. Even the kids have created a device specially for eavesdropping!

I've been looking to the power as well. The old man mentioned magic power which was converted to magic, so I looked into it. I wondered if this power affected alchemy so I tried to make one of those statues from when we were younger, something simple. The problem is it messed up. The statue as a lot bigger than it should have been with the amount of material that went into the transmutation, it defied equivalent exchange! I started experimenting and found that happened every time. I think this power might be a huge part of why all of this is happening, though it's a pain to have to adjust alchemy to accommodate for it.

As for the power In Amestris, he said it had something to do with Alchemy, but I can't think of what it could be. All we know is that it isn't the power over here, and nowhere else in the world has it.

How is it over there anyway? Nothing weird happened right?

You know you can't be picking up random cats Al, and I'M NOT SMALL! You need to put it back.

I really miss you Al, there aren't many people I can talk to normally in this place, hell, there's a demon woman's portrait that yells her racist points whenever possible if you're too loud! I don't see the point in it.

Ed,

P.S tell that crazy gearhead that I am taking care of it, but as there is psychotic wizard obsessed with machinery who wants to take it apart, no promises. Seriously, he had no clue how to work a telephone.

Placing his pen down and looking over his letter. Satisfied with his work, Ed folded it and put it into an envelope. He mentally groaned remembering he had to write a report to the colonel. Maybe I can ask the twins for one of those dungbombs. Make it explode in his face. With that satisfying image in his mind, Ed set to writing the tiresome report. When he finished, he folded it up and stuffed it into his briefcase.

Harry and Ron were still talking about what they had heard. Ed was impressed they had so much to say.

"-but what weapon could Voldemort want that's worse than Avada kedavra?" harry said.

"dunno, maybe instead of instant death, a very painful way of killing?" Ron suggested.

"He has the Cruciatus curse for that"

Ed shivered. These people are capable of so many things, and here I am getting caught up in their problems.

On that grim note, he laid on his bed, almost instantly falling asleep.

There it is!

Wow, lots of information in this chapter… next one will be a lot more fun. It has to be, the twins are in it after all!

I hope this was ok, I didn't want everything revealed, because then where's the fun? I tried to keep everyone in character but I have a feeling some people did drift away after a bit. I'M SORRY PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!

Thank you for reading

-SevenBlazingSkies