AN: I've been really trying to get something written, I swear. It's just… Writers block. It sucks… On the bright side, I had an idea which I decided to write down instantly, which I'm doing, it'll also help me do something I've been wanting to do for a while, but never felt confident enough to do so, write for this… Bucking fandom!
Harry walked down the path calmly, listening to the different sounds around him as he reached a tree, resting underneath it, humming a small tune as he thought back on what had happened in the last few weeks…
Weeks ago.
Harry pressed his hands against Quirrel's face, causing it to turn to dust… Along with the rest of him… Harry stared at his fingers in horror as whatever he had done to Quirrel happened to him, his fingers crumbling away… But then… Something changed… His sides hurt… Hurt so bad… His feet… Felt wrong… He collapsed on the floor, as his body changed…
Days later
Harry woke up, his eyes stinging as he tried to see… He reached out for his glasses, ignoring the uncomfortable position he felt he was in…
"CRUNCH!"
… He turned his head, his vision clearing up as he did so, to find his Glasses smashed under what looked like… He wasn't actually sure… "Wait… How can I see?" He questioned, freezing when he heard a strange voice say what he had tried to say, so either someone had read his mind… Or… "Is that my voice?" He asked, hearing it again. It had to be his voice…
"Harry? Are you awake my boy?" Dumbledore asked as he walked in, seeming much taller than Harry remembered.
"Professor Dumbledore? What… Sir, what happened to me?" He asked, trying to sit up and failing.
"Harry, please calm down… You will injure yourself." Dumbledore told him, Harry stopping and looking the old man straight in the eyes. "Now, I am not sure what exactly caused this, but you have changed… Quite a bit I might add. If not for your eyes and scar it would be impossible to recognise you." He explained, creating a mirror with a simple wave of his wand…
Harry looked into the mirror in shock. There was a horse, but it was too small to be a horse, and it had wings, with green eyes, a flame red mane, not to mention a raven black coat… He shifted a little, unable to believe what he was saying… The small horse pony followed his movements perfectly… Revealing something on his butt flank, he turned to look at it, it was a golden snitch with a red lightning bolt through it… "Why is there a tattoo cutie mark on my butt flank?" He asked, hearing whispers in the air, correcting him…
"I'm not sure Harry… But, I have heard rumours from students, saying you look like something called an Em, El, Pee? But I'm not exactly sure what that means…" Dumbledore told him, at a loss for an explanation.
"Em El Pee?" Harry repeated, trying to think… It sounded familiar to him… Why did it sound familiar? Wait… "You mean… MLP?" He asked, having an idea.
"Yes! I do believe that's what it was actually!" Dumbledore agreed, unaware of Harry's horror.
"I'm a My Little Pony… I'm a mother bucking My Little Pony…" He muttered to himself, looking at the hooves that had replaced his hands.
He had a brilliant idea of how to react to the revelation. He screamed. Loudly.
Few days later
Harry unsteadily walked around, slipping and tripping over his own feet hooves as he did so, instinctively trying to walk like a human, and not a pony… As he tripped again he felt something in his head tighten, causing him to wince.
"Oh for the love of- Let me show you how it's done!" A feminine voice said annoyed, as he found himself unable to control his body, finding it easily walking, taking note of how it worked, before taking to the sky and flying around a bit before landing. "And that, is how you move!" The voice said, before he found himself back in control…
He shakily attempted to walk again, finding it much easier this time. "Ok… I think I can do this…" He muttered, the voice seeming to guide him through movements silently…
Next day
Harry finally made his way into the great hall, having gotten used to his new form completely… His hooves struck the stone tiles of the hall as he entered it, pushing the door with his nose muzzle, ok… Muzzle… He stared at the bench in annoyance as he tried to climb up it, his wings flapping gently as if to remind him he could just use them and get up that way, which he did.
"Blimey, what are you?" Ron asked in confusion, staring at the small winged pony Pegasus that was looking over the table, eyes barely visible.
"It's me Ron. It's Harry." Harry said, already knowing how ridiculous it seemed. A tiny Pegasus pony thing saying it was Harry would never work…
"Bloody hell! You can talk?!" Ron exclaimed in shock.
"Yes. I can talk. Can someone please pass me some food… I'm starving!" He begged, unable to reach anything, and unwilling to try and test if his hooves felt like having the weird grabby power they seemed to have at random.
A student cautiously pushed a plate of pork near him, before he wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Ugh… I don't think that's a good idea…" Harry mumbled, feeling sick just looking at it.
"Right, horses probably shouldn't eat meat…" The student noted, pulling it away.
"Pony." He corrected, not even thinking.
"Huh?"
"I'm a Pony… Well, a Pegasus if you want to be specific." He admitted.
Luckily, at that moment, Dumbledore stood up, getting everyone's attention away from Harry.
"Another year gone!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "And I must trouble you with an old man's wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been! Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were... you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts... Now, as I understand it, the house cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has four hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, four hundred and seventy- two."
At that, Slytherin started cheering loudly, hurting Harry's ears, the small Pony's Colt's ears moving down in a scared manner.
"Yes, Yes, well done, Slytherin," said Dumbledore. "However, recent events must be taken into account." The room went very still. The Slytherin's smiles faded a little. "Ahem," said Dumbledore. "I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes... First, to Mr. Ronald Weasley..." Ron went purple in the face; he looked like a radish with a bad sunburn. "...for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."
Gryffindor cheers nearly raised the bewitched ceiling, the stars overhead seemed to quiver. Percy could be heard telling the other prefects, "My brother, you know! My youngest brother! Got past McGonagall's giant chess set!"
Once the noise had gone, and Harry's ears were ringing, Dumbledore Continued.
"Second, to Miss Hermione Granger... for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points."
Hermione buried her face in her arms; Harry strongly suspected she had burst into tears. Gryffindor's up and down the table were beside themselves - they were a hundred points up. "Third, to Mr. Harry Potter..." said Dumbledore. The room went deadly quiet… "For pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor house sixty points."
The din was deafening. Those who could add up while yelling themselves hoarse knew that Gryffindor now had four hundred and seventy-two points, exactly the same as Slytherin. They had tied for the house cup! If only Dumbledore had given Harry just one more point…
Dumbledore raised his hand. The room gradually fell silent. "There are all kinds of courage," said Dumbledore, smiling. "It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom." Someone standing outside the Great Hall might well have thought some sort of explosion had taken place, so loud was the noise that erupted from the Gryffindor table. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood up to yell and cheer as Neville, white with shock, disappeared under a pile of people hugging him. He had never won so much as a point for Gryffindor before. Harry, still cheering, nudged Ron in the ribs and pointed at Malfoy, who couldn't have looked more stunned and horrified if he'd just had the Body-Bind Curse put on him. "Which means," Dumbledore called over the storm of applause, for even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were celebrating the downfall of Slytherin, "we need a little change of decoration."
Few minutes later
Once the noise had truly died down, and Harry had finally recovered from the noise, Dumbledore continued. "Now, I am sure that you have all noticed Mr Potter's new appearance, we are not sure what caused this, but I am sure that he would appreciate if you remained silent about this, as I believe his hearing is much stronger now." He said, as everyone turned to Harry, who was silent and looking down at his hooves, lost in thought…
Hour later
Harry stared at the moving stairs in horror, knowing it would take literally forever to get up them… So he prepared himself, and flew upwards quickly, flying out of a window and into the tower quickly, literally jumping into his bed… Falling asleep quickly…
