HORSE OF A DIFFERENT COLOUR

Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter (J. ) or My Little Pony (Hasbro).

notes: I wrote this for my brother who keeps encouraging me to write. unknown if this will be on going or just a one shot.

After the battle for Hogwarts, Harry stayed behind to help with the clean up. That was when he found it, a seemingly benign and ancient little iron horse shoe. He's not sure what possessed him to touch it, but after that tell-tale feeling of being pulled inside-out through his bellybutton, he knew that he had touched a port key. When he found his way to the unknown destination, it took him a moment to chase away the nausea before he could open his eyes.

"Did you come through the mirror, is everyone ok at Canterlot High?"

Now considering that Harry had grown up in a magical castle with talking paintings, ghosts and house elves; he was still blown away by what he was looking at. This was truly a horse of a different colour, purple to be exact.