Author's Note: I have another fanfiction account! It's called tatata03. The reason I have two accounts is because I want to have one with only M rated stuff, and the other with T and below (three guesses of which is which, and the first two don't count).

This is AU!

I copied a bit from the book when writing this chapter, so at first the italicized stuff is copy and paste.

"Talking"

-Parseltongue-

Thinking or Flashback

Chapter 1

He lay facedown, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself.

What a relief it was, nary a soul but his own. None to know him, judge him, use him-

It had the form of a small, naked child, curled on the ground, its skin raw and rough, flayed-looking, and it lay shuddering under a seat where it had been left, unwanted, stuffed out of sight, struggling for breath.

What if when he saw that pitiful creature, he wanted to help it?

Dumbledore smiled at Harry, and Harry stared at him. "And you knew this? You knew—all along?"

Harry was tired. These circles he ran in, the hoops he jumps through-they had ceased being bearable, and had become tortuous. He wanted to move on already.

"Can you forgive me?" Dumbledore said. "Can you forgive me for not trusting you? For not telling you?"

What if Harry was a bit more cynical, a bit less naive?

"You are the true master of death, because the true master does not seek to run away from Death. He accepts that he must die, and understands that there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying."

Harry held out a hand to that small, pitiful creature. He did not recoil in disgust, and waited patiently until its shuddering form shifted towards him hopefully, milky white eyes unseeing. "Let's go on, shall we?" Harry said.

"I was such a fool, Harry. After all those years I had learned nothing. I was unworthy to unite the Deathly Hallows. I had proved it time and again, and here was the final proof."

...What if?

Harry woke up in a small body, too weak to move. He reflexively let out a low wail and gazed around blearily, as his eyesight seemed even worse than when he took off his glasses.

A white and blue blur moved towards him, before stopping a short ways before touching. "Doll, it's making noises!" she-for it was indeed a she-said in distaste.

"Foals generally do that, Dearest," a calm, male voice said soothingly. He moved at the edge of Harry's vision, steel-grey and black.

Foal? Am I a horse?

"Then make it stop! I finally got discharged from the hospital, for giving birth no less, and it persists in making this awful racket as soon as I arrive back in the mansion!" 'Dearest' wined.

Harry blinked a bit, and his eyesight cleared slightly, but not enough to make out the people around him.

A clattering sound was heard before 'Doll' spoke. "Lydia, please care to the foal."

"Yes, M'lord," a new voice said, high and feminine. Harry felt himself being lifted up in the air, but no hands held him. A strange tingling sensation covered him, an orange film hovering over his eyes, and he hiccupped before resuming his wails. He wished she found what was wrong soon. For some reason, he was unable to stop crying.

'Dearest' had not stopped complaining in the time that had elapsed. "-and on top of all that, the Namebearer we personally paid for months in advance is late!" she said irritably. Harry had a feeling she was always irritated.

"Now, Dearest, it cannot be helped. We hired the best for our child, and we knew she was a bit... eccentric," 'Doll' said humouringly.

Just then, a knocking sound was heard.

"Finally," 'Dearest' huffed. Someone opened the door with a click, presumably another servant, and a blur of green stepped forward. Everyone focused on the newcomer, except for Lydia, who coaxingly held a bottle to his lips... somehow still without him seeing her.

When the person finally spoke, it was with a dreamy, lilting voice that reminded him of Luna. "This is the child of Diamond Leaf and Sapphire Amulet, yes?"

The one he assumed was Sapphire Amulet spoke, her voice clipped and harsh. "That is indeed us. You are ready to name my foal, I presume, Namebearer Clearsight?"

The green blur shifted in the likeness of a nod, and moved forward until she was hovering over him. Her head moved even closer, until he was able to see her startling pink eyes, set in an equine face.

Still sucking on the bottle, he stared wide eyed in shock. Clearsight's head tilted until he saw a horn not unlike a unicorn's approach him and tap his own horn, all the while glowing a faint magenta.

She sucked in a deep breath, and spoke. "I see... a glade, bathed in silver light. Ponies, transparent and lost, roam this place. One by one they fade away, leaving only a single figure, cloaked in darkness." She hummed to herself for a moment, deep in thought.

"I name you Spirit Glade."

Silence followed her pronouncement, and Harry was thoroughly spooked and confused. Ponies? Namebearers? Just where was Ha-er... Spirit.

"Yes, well, thank you for your service but my darling and I would like to, hm, ruminate on this name," Sapphire said sarcastically.

A throat was cleared warningly before Diamond spoke. "What my dearest wishes to say, is we would like to thank you very much for naming our foal, Namebearer Clearsight."

"Oh, the pleasure is mine. It is rare I get such a unique name from foals such as yours, born into money and power. They are usually things like Honey Jewel, or Goldendie. Quite boring, really," she said in what from anyone else would have been sardonic, but from her came off as sincere. She sighed. "I suppose I have overstayed my welcome. I best be off, then."

She meandered away, leaving only Spirit, Diamond, Sapphire, and the still unseen maid. Harry lay still in what he now recognized as a crib, listened to the steps of eight feet walk away, not four, and bemoaned the loss of opposable thumbs.

He was still sucking on the bottle though. It was delicious.

His parents, Spirit soon discovered, were filthy rich. When his eyesight cleared up enough to see, he noticed that his crib was made of fine mahogany, covered in intricate carvings. The mobile above his head that had little crystal animals-all hoofed, he noted-and the maid that took care of him were also contributing factors for this conclusion.

Also, his newfound sight, much better than his past life, allowed him to discover the exact species of the people around him. Or should he say, ponies around him. While he mostly saw unicorns, there were a few regular ponies (as much as sentient, neon colored ponies were regular), as well as pegasi among the multitude of servants that catered to his every need.

Really, he was quite spoiled, if one did not take in the fact he hardly saw his new parents more than once a month. They weren't exactly neglectful or abusive, as he was properly cared for with anything he could ask for, but... They weren't like parents either.

Soon after the Namebearer had left, Harry had mustered the strength to shuffle around, and then finally crawl a few days later. Right now he was a month old and walking around, albeit on four tiny hooves. This had let him finally reach the floor length mirror hanging in his room.

As he gazed in the mirror, the first thing he noticed were his wide baby eyes. He was sure they would end up long lashed and heavy lidded like his mother, as he was already starting to notice he took after her the most. The only thing that didn't match either of his parents was their color, which was a bright emerald green, just like his past life.

His coat was a pale white all over his body, the same as Sapphire. His flank was bare, unlike the other ponies around him. Sapphire had an image of an amulet inlaid with a large baby blue jewel. Diamond, or Diamond Leaf, had the picture of a crystal branch with a few leaves emblazoned on his flank.

The only thing that took after Diamond was his mane color. Wavy and wild like his mother, it was the same rich black as Diamond. Also, it was exactly like his last life's Potter hair.

Aside from being equine, he looked exactly like his past life, which was kind of reassuring.

Spirit was extremely disappointed when he realized he was a unicorn, as he truly adored flying. But then he realized that the unicorns were the equivalent of his worlds wizards and witches, and that made him determined that when he was finally old enough, he was going to give himself wings. Nothing was going to stop him from flying this time around.

As a side effect of his new unicorn status, he was having accidental magic again. So far he had levitated himself in a semblance of flying, turned Sapphire's peacock feather hat a bright orange in one of her rare visits, and made his unicorn doll dance on five separate occasions.

All in all, he was quite proud of himself.

The door to his room opened, and in walked Lydia, his main caregiver. She had a pale blue coat, with a spiky chocolate brown mane, orange eyes, and on her flank a yellow and orange striped baby rattler.

Her horn glowed orange as she lifted him up and checked his diaper, before setting him in a baby chair, or foal chair, and setting a plate of mush in front of him. Levitating a small spoon, she dipped it in and gently coaxed it into his mouth with playful movements and extreme flattery.

"Who's a pretty foal? You are! Yes you are~" she cooed.

Spirit would have eaten it anyway, but... he had to say she was doing his ego wonders.

He opened his mouth, and she fed him bit by bit. When she was done, she checked his diaper again, before wrapping him up in a pale green blanket and levitating him so that he followed her as she left the room.

Spirit was both surprised and excited. So far, he hadn't been let out of that room, but now he was brought to the sight of Sapphire dressed in a dark blue evening gown, and Diamond with a silver tie and black suit. He watched as he was set in a dark green sash wrapped around Sapphire's torso, before they set off.

When they left the mansion, Spirit gazed around eagerly. It was night, and the tall white buildings with purple and gold gilded roofs, the arching windows, and the busy streets he saw through their carriage window, all of it was something new.

It had been a while since he had seen new.

They pulled into a magnificent castle, and as Spirit and his parents waited in a group of similarly dressed ponies, he snuggled deeper into the blanket he was wrapped in.

A stallion stepped forward onto the stage and cleared his throat before speaking. "Fillies and gentlecolts, I, Runescribe, am pleased to announce the beginning of the Summer Sun Celebration! May I present, Princess Celestia," he bowed to the audience and backed off the stage.

Suddenly, lights focused on the balcony above, and a large pony stepped out, with a pearl white coat, the mark of the sun on her flank, and a crown with a purple jewel set into her gently shifting mane. She spread open her wings and soared down to the stage as everyone lowered themselves into a bow.

"Thank you all for gathering here today for this momentous occasion. As I lower the moon and stars, and raise the sun, I wish for you to know that as my beloved subjects, I am honored to receive your praise. Let us began!" she spoke regally, smiling down at them.

Spirit watched in awe as her horn glowed-she has a horn and wings how is that possible- and the moon and stars sank below the horizon. She then lifted into the air, and behind her the sun followed suit, highlighting her form in an ethereal glow.

That was the first time Spirit saw an alicorn, holder of ancient magic, and immortal being of Equestria.

What do you think? There aren't a lot of stories about this, so I just wanted to write one. Constructive criticism is appreciative! I may not reply though...