Cerulean Silver vs. Amber Gold
by hikaranko

Summary: Edward Elric has been put on his stupidest assignment yet: babysitting. Everyone else calls it undercover work. To Ed, it's babysitting. But there's a lot more to this assignment than what's on file... FMA/HP crossover. kinda sorta may possibly be AU with HBP release and with FMA. rated T for language.

Disclaimer: I, just like everyone else, do NOT own either Fullmetal Alchemist or Harry Potter. It would so rock if I did, but I don't. That's life. It's unfair to us all.

Author's Note: okay, now we start getting into some book stuff. enjoy! and please please please review! you guys have to tell me how I'm doing as an author! (puppy dog eyes) thanks for all the reviews so far! i love you guys... XD

Chapter 3
The Serpent Club

Edward Elric was still pissed.

He couldn't be bothered to keep track of how long they had been on this stupid train. The Zabini kid had been called away by some professor a while ago and still hadn't come back. Draco and one of the dim-looking boys were inventing theories as to why any Hogwarts professor would want to talk to Zabini of all people.

Their conversation made it easier for Ed to remember their names. Thanks to that professor, he now knew that Blaise Zabini was the tall black boy. He had also caught the names Crabbe and Goyle which obviously belonged to the idiot duo, but he wasn't sure which one was which.

The girl next to him, Pansy Parkin-something or other, had been trying to talk to Ed for quite a while now. Every now and again she'd stop stroking Draco's hair and fiddle with Ed's braid, which only added to his foul mood. He'd never hit a girl in his life, but this one was really pushing it. The last thing Ed wanted to do was to have a conversation with any of these people. He had answered all of her questions so far with a glare and was constantly swiping her hand away, but that obviously wasn't deterring her. It was becoming clear that she wouldn't stop until he gave her a straight answer.

"Your name is Edward, right?" she asked for the thousandth time. "You've got really beautiful hair, Eddy."

His eyes went wide as he stared out the train window. "Eddy"? Had she just seriously called him "Eddy"? There wasn't a single soul in the world - no, in the universe - that called him "Eddy", and he wasn't about to let this annoying socialite start. He slowly turned his head to look at her, anger and hatred aflame in his amber-gold eyes.

"Don't... call me... 'Eddy'..." He practically growled the words out.

Pansy just smirked slightly. Ed blinked at the expression on her face. He didn't think he was going to like this.

"Oh, alright then. So where are you from, Eddy?"

Ed's eye twitched. "Hey! What did I just say?"

"You don't sound like you're from anywhere nearby. Your accent, I mean."

He realized now why she was smirking. Pansy had successfully gotten a response out of him, and now he would be obliged to start talking. All eyes were suddenly on him, except for Draco's since he didn't care. Ed looked at them all, somewhat horrified that he had been tricked into the conversation. He wished that his little brother was with him. Al was the one who could deal with frustrating people like them. It was all Ed could do to keep himself from exploding. Left with no choice but to say something, Ed took a deep breath and picked his words carefully.

"I'm, uh..." What did Mustang say? "I came from the magic school in Germany."

"Really? But you don't quite sound German, either."

Ed laughed nervously. "Yeah, well... I grew up in Amestris."

One of the idiots looked confused. "Where's Amestris?"

He had to think about that one. Ed himself wasn't quite sure where Amestris was in relation to Great Britain. "It's... kinda far away from here."

Now Draco decided to speak up, his eyes shut as Pansy continued to stroke his hair. "You're awful short for a sixth year."

Ed twitched. His hand balled into a fist. 'Control yourself! The mission! No exploding!'

"Sixth year?" Pansy echoed in surprise. "I thought he was a first year!"

Oh, pain!

"No, he's a sixth year, Pans, same as us. He's just a little 'vertically challenged. '"

Oh, agony!

Crabbe/Goyle laughed. "That's really weird! He's just a little guy!"

Oh, the insult to injury!

Pansy turned back to Ed, who was doubled over as though he had been punched in the gut. He was clenching his fist so tight that the material on his glove looked like it was about to rip. They would rue the day they crossed Edward Elric. Yes, as soon as this mission was over…

"So you're an exchange student? Do you know what house you're in?"

He looked back up. "House?"

"You don't even know about the houses?" Pansy asked in shock, her voice dripping with disdain. "How did you even get accepted to Hogwarts?"

It was official. Ed really didn't like these people. But if they were Draco's friends, he was going to have to endure them. This mission was officially the worst one he had ever been on.

"That annoying Mustang bloke said something about him being talented," Draco said dryly. "But I wouldn't put any value into that wanker's words."

'Normally, neither would I,' Ed thought bitterly, 'but he was talkin' about me!'

Pansy sighed. It seemed as though she no longer cared very much about Edward, but since she had started the conversation, she had to go on.

"There are four houses at Hogwarts: Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor."

Ed nodded his head as he listened and the information sank in. He was starting to remember seeing this somewhere in that thick file he'd been given. He mentally scolded himself for forgetting.

"Ravenclaw is full of swots and Hufflepuffs are all just oddballs," said the Crabbe/Goyle with the comic book.

"Gryffindor's the worst," Draco drawled, his voice heavy with disgust. "Everyone in there is a total goody-goody, like Potty and his band of merry losers. And the place is crawling with Mudbloods. It's a disgrace."

Ed nodded again. "So I guess you guys are all...?"

"Slytherin," the entire group said proudly in unison.

"I sure hope you get into Slytherin, Eddy," Pansy said, extending a hand to push Ed's bangs out of his eyes. "Really, Slytherin is the only way to go to Hogwarts."

The young alchemist glared, moving his head to avoid Pansy's hand. "I told you not to call me that." He then turned to look out the window. 'I sure hope I don't. Being housed with these elitist freaks would make me rot from the inside. But...'

"I reckon he will," Crabbe/Goyle told Pansy. "Remember the symbol with the snake on his coat that Zabini pointed out? That's a sign of it right there!"

This seemed to raise their spirits a little and they began to congratulate him. Ed gave them a fake smile. He knew that everything had probably been arranged for him to be wherever Draco was. It was frustrating and annoying, but all of this had to have been planned to the last detail in order for the mission to succeed.

Just then, the door to the compartment clattered open. Everyone's eyes moved to the doorway as the Zabini kid tumbled inside, toppling over sideways into either Goyle or Crabbe's lap. Whichever one of them it was, he was definitely not happy.

"Get off of me, you wanker!" he snarled.

Zabini snarled back, and then he and the idiot were snarling into each other's faces. Draco raised himself slightly with a shout as Pansy merely rolled her eyes. Ed snickered to himself, partly amused by the display. Then suddenly, he noticed something flash through the air. His eyes widened for a moment when he saw it. He thought he saw part of a shoe whip upward and then vanish.

Whichever idiot had ended up with Zabini in his lap slammed the compartment door shut and flung the boy off of him. Zabini pulled himself back up and collapsed into his seat looking ruffled. The other idiot returned to his comic, which he had abandoned briefly after the conversation with Ed had started. Draco laid back down into Pansy's lap, allowing the brunette to continue stroking the sleek blonde hair from his forehead. Ed continued to stare out the window, his thoughts lingering on that piece of shoe he had seen fly through the air. He couldn't help but wonder what it could have been. It had to be some kind of hallucination.

"So, Zabini," said Draco, "what did Slughorn want?"

"Just trying to make up to well-connected people," Zabini replied, still glowering at the idiot he had been having the snarling contest with earlier. "Not that he managed to find many."

A sour look marred Draco's features. He clearly wasn't pleased with this information.

"Who else had he invited?" he demanded.

"McLaggen from Gryffindor..."

Malfoy looked thoughtful. "Oh yeah, his uncle's big in the Ministry."

"Someone else called Belby, from Ravenclaw..."

Pansy suddenly looked offended. "Not him, he's a prat!"

"And Longbottom, Potter, and that Weasley girl."

At this, Draco sat up very suddenly, knocking Pansy's hand aside. "He invited Longbottom?"

"Well, I assume so, as Longbottom was there," said Zabini indifferently.

"What's Longbottom got to interest Slughorn?"

Zabini just shrugged, leaning back into his seat casually. Ed hadn't recognized any of the names, nor did he really care, but he continued to listen to the conversation. Part of spy work was sifting through the useless information for something of value, after all.

Draco sneered. "Potter, precious Potter, obviously he wanted a look at 'the Chosen One.'"

Ed's eyebrows came together. "Potter"? "The Chosen One"? Both of those terms seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. He was going to have to take another look at those files once they arrived at the school.

"But that Weasley girl! What's so special about her?"

"A lot of boys like her," Pansy said, watching Draco out of the corner of her eye for his reaction. "Even you think she's good looking, don't you, Blaise? And we all know how hard you are to please!"

Zabini scoffed. "I wouldn't touch a filthy blood traitor like her whatever she looked like," he said coldly.

Pansy looked pleased with Zabini's answer. Draco then sank back across her lap and she once again ran her fingers through his hair.

"Well, I pity Slughorn's taste," Draco muttered. "Maybe he's going a bit senile. Shame, my father always said he was a good wizard in his day. My father used to be a bit of a favorite of his."

Ed had to roll his eyes. What was with this kid and his father? Narcissa had mentioned something about how Draco admired his father a lot, but this was just plain ridiculous.

"Slughorn probably hasn't heard I'm on the train, or-"

"I wouldn't bank on an invitation," said Zabini. "He asked me about Nott's father when I first arrived. They used to be old friends, apparently, but when he heard he'd been caught at the Ministry he didn't look too happy, and Nott didn't get an invitation, did he? I don't think Slughorn's interested in Death Eaters."

Malfoy suddenly looked very angry, but managed to force out a humorless laugh.

"Well, who cares who he's interested in? What is he, when you come down to it? Just some stupid teacher." He yawned ostentatiously. "I mean, I might not even be at Hogwarts next year. What's it matter to me if some fat old has-been likes me or not?"

Here Ed turned slightly so that he could see Draco out of the corner of his eye. What did he mean by that? Back at the manor, Narcissa said that she wanted Draco to finish school. She had said it so worriedly that clearly education for her son was high on the priority list. There was no apparent reason for Draco to not return to school next year...

Pansy suddenly looked horrified, pulling her hands away from Draco's hair at once. "What do you mean, you might not be at Hogwarts next year?" she asked him indignantly.

"Well, you never know," said Draco with the ghost of a smirk on his face. "I might have... er... moved on to bigger and better things."

Ed looked over at Draco, still somewhat confused. What was he talking about now? Did this have anything to do with that Lord Voldemort guy? He stared at Malfoy for a moment as though he could find the answers to his questions written on that smug pretty boy face of his. He had to admit that he hadn't been expecting to hear anything like this so soon.

The two idiots were gawking at their little ring leader; apparently they hadn't even been thinking about moving on to bigger or better things. Ed laughed inwardly. They probably couldn't even imagine living the next few days without Draco around. Zabini had also allowed a look of curiosity to mar his haughty features. Ever so slowly, Pansy resumed stroking Draco's hair, dumbfounded.

"Do you mean... Him?"

Ed's eyes darted from face to face. "Him"? Did he know what that meant?

Draco shrugged. "Mother wants me to complete my education, but personally, I don't see it as that important these days. I mean think about it... When the Dark Lord takes over, is he going to care how many O.W.L.s or N.E.W.T.s anyone's got? Of course he isn't..."

A small wave of relief washed over Ed. He did know who they were talking about. And this conversation was undeniably interesting. It was exactly what he needed to know! With any luck, Draco would reveal everything right there and then. Then Ed could go home nice and early to resume his search for the Philosopher's Stone with Al.

"It'll be all about the kind of service he received, the level of devotion he was shown."

"And you think you'll be able to do something for him?" asked Zabini scathingly. "Sixteen years old and not even fully qualified yet?"

"I've just said, haven't I?" Draco snapped. "Maybe he doesn't care if I'm qualified." Then his voice suddenly became very quiet. "Maybe the job he wants me to do isn't something that you need to be qualified for."

Then he stopped talking, leaving his cronies in a state of surprise and shock. Pansy was looking at him as though she had never seen anything so awe-inspiring. Ed, on the other hand, mentally cursed his luck. Typical. Draco hadn't revealed everything he knew about Voldemort. But on the bright side, Ed knew that they were on the right track. It was obvious that Draco Malfoy was a definite lead.

"I can see Hogwarts," Malfoy said, pointing out of the blackened window. It was apparent by the look on his face that he had enjoyed the effect he had created. "We'd better get our robes on."

Everyone in the compartmentstood and reached for their trunks that had been placed in the overhead compartments. Somebody's trunk seemed to hit something as they swung it down and what sounded like a pained gasp was heard. Both Ed and Draco glanced up at the luggage rack, frowning. After a while, Draco seemed to dismiss it as his own imagination and continued to pull on his robes like everyone else. Ed, on the other hand, continued to stare in the direction it had come from, searching the luggage rack for anything out of place. When he didn't find anything, he looked back out the window.

Apparently, what Draco had referred to as their "robes" was some kind of Hogwarts school code for "uniform"; one word that Ed had never liked to hear. He narrowed his eyes disapprovingly at the large black robes that everyone in the compartment had pulled on. They gave Ed strange looks when he never got up to change and remained in his usual outfit. He promptly ignored them and kept his eyes fixated on what was outside of the train. Edward Elric doesn't wear uniforms.

It wasn't long before the train came to a stop. Crabbe/Goyle threw the door open and muscled his way out into a crowd of younger students. He punched a few of them aside, making way for the rest of their little Slytherin gang as they hurried to get off the train. Ed slung his trunk over one shoulder, cursing how heavy it was. He probably shouldn't have bought so many books. They practically filled his trunk to full capacity, leaving very little room for his auto-mail maintenance kit. He'd been forced to buy another trunk for his clothes, even though he didn't have much to fill it.

Ed got out of the private compartment with Pansy just behind him. She stopped at the doorway and turned to look at Draco, holding one hand toward him as though hoping he would take it.

"You go on," Draco told her. "I just want to check something."

Pansy looked a little disappointed to hear him say that. She glanced at Ed then slowly turned on her heel to follow everyone else off the train. Ed watched her go for a moment and was just about to follow her when he noticed Draco shut the compartment door. He froze, turning to look at the door suspiciously. The Malfoy kid might have been able to shoo Pansy away, but there was no way he was fooling Ed.

He slipped into the next compartment, shutting the door behind him. Ed seated himself on the bench that shared a wall with the Slytherin room. He clapped his hands together and pressed them against the wall, hoping that whatever answered the prayers of atheists would allow the blue light of his transmutation to go unnoticed.

Having made a nice little peep hole through the wall that would allow him to both see and hear what was going on, Ed grinned at his own genius. He then made himself comfortable as he played his little spy game.

His eyes went wide when he saw what was going on. Lying on the floor, frozen into a very uncomfortable looking position, was another teenage boy. He had dark, messy hair and wore a pair of round glasses. And Ed couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw a lightning shaped scar somewhere on his forehead. The boy could do nothing but stare up at Draco, who just smiled broadly at him as he lay helpless on the floor.

"I thought so," Draco said jubilantly. "I heard Goyle's trunk hit you. And I thought I saw something white flash through the air after Zabini came back..."

So Ed hadn't been hallucinating after all! He looked the boy on the floor once over and noticed his white trainer shoes. So this kid had been spying on them? Ed smiled to himself, amused by his unwavering bravery. It took guts to crawl up into the luggage compartment in a room full of enemies, just to get a little bit of information. Yes, Ed understood that kind of situation very well.

"You didn't hear anything I care about, Potter," Draco continued, sounding somewhat bored. "But while I've got you here..."

Suddenly, Draco's foot descended, hard, on the poor kid's face. Ed winced when he heard the sound of cartilage cracking. Blood spurted across the floor. A hateful look could be seen on Draco's face as he looked at his enemy.

"That's from my father. Now, let's see..."

He looked about his surroundings and then dragged a cloak out from under the boy's paralyzed body. Draco threw it over him. Ed gasped when he saw the figure of the kid disappear beneath the cloak. Malfoy chuckled softly.

"I don't reckon they'll find you till the train's back in London," he said quietly. "See you around, Potter... or not."

Draco laughed softly again as he exited the compartment. Ed could have sworn that he purposely stepped on the kid as he left. As soon as the door to the compartment shut behind Draco, Ed clapped his hands again and fixed the holes he had made in the wall. Grabbing hold of his trunk, Ed headed into the compartment where the kid had been left behind.

Ed stood in the doorway for a moment, not wanting to step on the spy by accident. He looked both ways down the corridor as he dropped his trunk. Carefully, Ed felt around on the floor for the cloak that Draco had laid over him. As soon as he felt it beneath his gloved fingers, Ed yanked the cloth away, revealing the paralyzed dark-haired kid underneath. After examining the cloak briefly, Ed tossed it to one side and moved around to look the boy once over.

"Damn," Ed muttered, wincing sympathetically at the sight of the boy's broken nose. "That was a pretty harsh thing to do."

He then went back to his trunk and pulled out a book of spells. As much as he hated to admit it, alchemy wasn't going to help him here. He grabbed his wand (which he had simply stuffed into his trunk) and sat back down on the floor near the boy. Ed scanned through the pages for some kind of reversing spell that he could use. The boy on the floor seemed to be giving Ed a strange look.

"Hey, back off," Ed snapped when he noticed. "I'm an exchange student. I'm new at this stuff."

Were he able to, the kid would have rolled his eyes as Ed continued to scan through the pages. After a moment, he found the spell he was looking for. He gulped as he readied his wand in his left hand and hoped that he would succeed as he cast the counter spell listed in the book. With a flash of light, the boy suddenly slumped to the floor, no longer completely immobilized. He groaned and spat out some blood as he tried to steady himself. Ed examined his wand for a moment, confused by how easily he had succeeded with that spell. He then put his book and wand to one side and helped the kid sit up.

"Man... Wish I could do something about your nose... You gonna be okay?"

"Eh… pis… Epis… key…"

"Huh?"

"E-Episkey," the boy murmured softly, one hand under his nose in an attempt to stop the bleeding. "It's a... spell…"

Ed reached back, taking his wand in hand and quickly thumbing through the book for "episkey." He cast it as soon as he knew how, and was amazed to see that the boy's nose was no longer broken. Ed gaped at his wand for a moment before packing it away, partly frustrated that he had no idea how the fool thing actually worked. The boy wiped some of the blood from underneath his nose. He adjusted his cracked glasses as he looked at Ed in surprise.

"Why did you help me? I thought you were one of Malfoy's friends."

"Huh?" Ed blinked. He definitely wouldn't consider himself one of Draco's friends, but... he had a cover to maintain. "Well, yeah, but... I couldn't just leave you there, could I?"

The boy just stared at him, his green eyes wide. He then laughed softly. "You're not at all like the rest of his lackeys," he said. "I'm Harry Potter."

"Edward Elric," Ed said with a smile. "Call me Ed."

For a moment Harry looked confused, but he quickly laughed it off. This in turn confused Ed.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," Harry laughed, shaking his head in dismissal.

Just then, someone could be heard running up and down the corridor. "Mr. Elric! Mr. Elric, are you here?"

Ed rose to his feet and moved into the doorway. He poked his head out into the corridor, his eyes wide in surprise. Further down the corridor, looking thoroughly confused and stressed out, was a young woman with short, mousy brown hair. She had a pale, heart-shaped face that was currently distorted by the stress as she spun around several times in place, running her hands through her hair.

"Edward Elric!" she called out, clearly exasperated.

"Yeah?"

The young woman whirled around to see where the voice had come from and then quickly jogged down the hall to reach him. She stopped a few feet away to catch her breath.

"You're Edward Elric?"

"The one and only."

She looked him once over, a confused look on her face. Ed could practically see into her head. He knew that she thought he was too small to be the person he was looking for. He clenched his right hand into a fist, preparing himself to defend his honor.

"Wow, I thought that you would be a professor or something, but... Oh well."

It wasn't a remark about his height, but he was still somewhat offended to hear that he had been mistaken for an old guy. She smiled at the baffled look on his face.

"Right, then. Well, Tonks is the name, and I've got a message for you. You have to go find Professor McGonagall right away and she'll take you up to see the headmaster."

Ed nodded in response. He picked up his trunk and headed for the nearest exit, the Tonks girl not far behind him. Just then, Harry stepped out of the compartment, wiping the blood from his face. As soon as he and Tonks saw each other, they began talking in low tones. Edward wondered for a moment what they were saying to each other, but quickly shrugged it off. What had Tonks told him to do? Look for someone named McGonagall, right? That seemed easy enough, but sooner or later he'd have to find Draco. He was supposed to be his main concern after all, and Ed had already gotten separated from him.

As soon as he remembered this, Ed slipped back into his foul mood. After what he had just seen, he wasn't up to pretending to try to be friends with Draco. He was going to have to deal with it, though. That was his job.

Oh, how he hated his job.

Author's Note:okay. i realize that Draco's little posse is kinda OOC, but i honestly could have cared less about their actual personalities. especially Pansy. i decided to just make her as annoying as possible. and yes, she thinks Ed is doable. because i think so, and therefore, so must she. XD i will bend her to my whim! ya want him but ya can't have him, Pansy! take that! feel my fangirl wrath!

ahem. please review! your reviews are what tell me to continue :P