Turning eleven years old isn't that bad. I mean, it isn't your "sweet sixteen" or your "I'm a legal adult age." To you, turning eleven meant that you turned another year older in the double-digit range. That and it meant one more important thing: in one more day, you would be off to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

However, you had received several letters in the mail warning you of the many dangers that await you. This so-called "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" character has returned…along with his new evil sidekick, Nightmare Moon (also known as Luna.) You are not so sure as to why the first guy is referred to as "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." After all, he must have a name, right? In addition, if Nightmare Moon gained any more power, she would enclose the world in eternal darkness. That would be scary. Gee, the magical world seems like a big scary place.

One more important detail: the well-famed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named put a powerful curse over all of the new incoming students, turning them into my little ponies. It was the most interesting magic that you have ever heard of. Actually, it was the only magic that you heard of so far, besides the power of friendship, because friendship is magic. Your muggle aunt, uncle, and cousin had jeered at your pony appearance and then pretended that nothing had happened afterwards. Muggles don't know much about magic and they acted very oblivious to it, especially your cousin, Dudley. Maybe that was why he was such a jerk to you all of the time: because he did not understand the magic of friendship. It all makes sense now! Your job was to learn as much magic as you could.

You walk downstairs and your Uncle Vernon tried to hide a snicker at your looks as he hid his face behind the newspaper that he was reading. How rude. You decide to not say anything.

A few days ago, a mystical giant named Hagrid had come and told your relatives that you would be attending school at Hogwarts. He is supposed to come and get you tomorrow so that you can leave to school. At first, your family forbid you to go, and are now anxious and nervous about the whole situation. In a way, there was no way in which you could be stopped when you have powerful magical beings on your side.

"Did you wake up on the wrong side of the stable?" asked Dudley as you laughed at your appearance.

"Why do you have to make fun of me, cousin?" you asked as you plucked an apple from the fruit basket.

Dudley sat on a stool, dumbfounded and eating a Twinkie. "So, since you're a pony, where is your cutie mark?"

"According to what I have learned," you began. "Ponies do not get their cutie marks until they learn their special talent."

Dudley laughed. "That is ridiculous. You must not be good at anything!"

"I will find out who I am someday. Just you wait and see!"

Dudley stopped laughing.

You are so glad that you will be leaving here in less than twenty-four hours. Your belongings were packed in your trunk upstairs.

The next morning, Hagrid took you to Diagon Alley to purchase the remainder of your school supplies. Within an hour, you purchased a wand, your books, a cauldron, and other miscellaneous supplies. Afterwards, Hagrid presented you with a snowy owl named "Hedwig."

Today was the indeed the best day of your life. Everything was going along perfectly. At this time, you had to aboard the train at platform nine and three quarters. You never heard of such a ridiculous number for a platform. Confusion took over you as several muggles gawked at you. Where were all of the other potential witches and wizards that were supposed to tend school with you?

"Harry Potter!" a female voice called out.

You turn around and notice a woman with ginger-colored hair.

"You must be the famous Harry Potter!" she exclaimed. "Nice to meet you! These here are my sons, Fred, George, and Ron. Ron has been cursed and he is well, a pony."

Ron seemed a bit quiet and shy.

You wave at him and he nervously waved back.

"How do you board the train?" you asked the woman.

"Oh, that is easy, you just run at the wall in between platforms nine and ten," she explained.

You looked in that direction. She wanted you to run smack-dab into a wall. Wow…

"Trust me," she said. "Run straight at the wall."

You obey what she told you to do. While running, you close your eyes, fearing that you might crash. By now, you must be past the wall. You open your eyes and cease your galloping, realizing that you didn't crash. It was magic. Ron appeared next to you and boarded the Hogwarts express. Both of you take seats across from each other.

"I didn't get a chance to introduce myself properly," Ron began. "I am Ron Weasley."

"I am Harry Potter," you said.

Ron gasped. "Everything is true! You are the famous Harry Potter! May I see your scar?"

You push back your dark bangs on your mane and show Ron your scar.

"That's awesome!" Ron exclaimed.

A female pony opened the door to your cabin. She was wearing a Merlin's hat. "Which one of you two wants to duel the great and powerful Trixie?" she asked.

You looked confused.

"What?" Ron asked.

"Oh, first years," she sighed. "You are underage as well and know no magic. Underage students cannot use magic outside of school. I should have known." She closed the door and left.

"Gee whiz," Ron said.

The door opened again and another pony reached her head over the threshold. "Mind if I sit with you two?"

"You can join us," you said.

Ron invited her in.

"My name is Twilight Sparkle," the pony began. "Actually, that is my pony name. My real name is Hermione Granger."

"Nice to meet you," Ron said.

"I am looking forward to learning all about the magical arts," Hermione said. "I am a very faithful student."

"I see," Ron began. "You must be very smart."

"I am smart, but at the same time, I have very few friends," Hermione said. "Princess Celestia told me that I should make tons of new friends while I attend school. I am to write to her often and report about my findings on the magic of friendship."

Ron snorted.

"This is not a laughing manner," Hermione snapped.

"Who is Princess Celestia?" you asked.

"She is a very strong, kind, and powerful pony witch-princess," Hermione explained. "She keeps the sun in the sky."

This girl was a bit funny in a weird way.

Hermione got a scroll and quill out of her book bag and began to write while reading what she was writing aloud. "Dear Princess Celestia..."

"Can you keep your thoughts inside your head?" Ron asked. "I'm trying to think."

Hermione stared at him.

"Sorry," Ron apologized.

Hermione continued. "I have learned more about the magic of friendship today. So far, I have met two boys on the Hogwarts express. I do have to admit that they are a bit strange, but I am hoping that the three of us will become great friends. We all seem so different, but even the most unlikely groups of people can put aside their differences and get along. Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle, aka: Hermione Granger."