Damn, I'm an idiot. Sorry for uploading the wrong chapter, here's the proper one. Harry Potter and MLP do not belong to me.


"You're a famous magical human from this world and you can't do magic but you need to defeat an evil lord who wants to kill you and has already tried three times and when you went to sleep one night you woke up in Equestria as a pony and then you found Rarity who gave you that fez and a scarf and a cloak and then you figured out how the worlds linked together and you got lessons from me and Dashie and then you ran away from the Dursleys and you were followed by a dog called Padfoot who left a letter when you got to Ronnie's house and then you came here to get school stuff and you found Rainbow Dash who didn't have any oh wait I pinkie promised not to talk about that!"

While his friends minus Pinkie were attempting to catch flies, at both the accuracy of her statements and the lack of punctuation, Harry nodded, not bothering to question how Pinkie had appeared, but secretly hoping to learn that particular skill in the near future. "Yeah, that seems about right, but you forgot the basilisk, Quirrel and Lockhart."

Rainbow, whom Harry had previously calmed down from the long sleep-in, finally found her voice, only to splutter, "How did you even know all that?!"

"Just a hunch!" Pinkie's nonchalant response left Hermione ranting about the laws of probability, until Ron slammed a hand on the table, then pointed towards the raven haired boy.

It took well over three hours to explain fully about his lives as both Harry and Starlit, and by that time even the pink one was staring in absolute horror. That might have had something to do with the previous year.

Finally, Ron broke the stunned silence, with an incredibly calm voice, given the subject matter. "The basilisk stabbed you in the stomach?"

Harry shrugged and nodded, and nobody or pony could even tell if he cared "It hurt," he stated, whining as if the the injury had been nothing more than a pin-prick. "Healed up nicely, though, thanks to Fawkes." He raised his baggy t-shirt, revealing a bright red circle of raised scar tissue, on the left hand side of his body. It looked incredibly painful, but Harry didn't even bat an eyelid as he prodded it a couple of times.

Rainbow had a sudden, terrifying thought. She stood Harry up from the table they were sat at, spun him on the spot, and lifted up the gigantic t-shirt, not daring to look. From the two horrified gasps and the hiss from Ron, however, she could tell what they had seen. Opening her eyes proved all she needed to know.

On a red-faced Harry's back, behind the first scar, was an identical one, which glimmered just as angrily in the sunlight. The Boy-Who-Lived-Through-The-Impossible wrenched down his over-large top, spun back round, and collapsed onto the seat with a resigned sigh.

"Okay, fine, it was slightly more than a stab," he confessed grumpily. He hadn't wanted them to figure that out, but there was no helping it.

"You were run through by an angry, poisonous, twenty foot long snake," Hermione deadpanned, her snarkiness a factor of her shock.

"At least now I have a proper reason to thank Dobby," Harry reasoned. "The little bugger did try to stop me from getting injured."

"Yeah, by getting you injured," Dash exclaimed, pointing at his right arm, which had entirely different bones than it had had in year one of Hogwarts. The budding potion master sighed, annoyed at her accusation, but glad to finally have the old Dash back.

A faint flapping that Harry instantly recognised sounded, and the raven-haired teen automatically held out an arm for the owls to perch on. He took the letters and thanked the two birds, glancing down at the spindly green writing as they flew off.

'Pinkamena D Pie,'

'Blizzard Dash,'


"We're going to Hogwarts! Yippie!"

That cry was obviously Pinkie's; she had been yelling the same thing at random intervals for the entire day, but somehow it never got boring. Two people, however, weren't looking forward to the new year.

Rainbow Dash and Harry Potter were sitting down with the others in the Leaky Cauldron, but Harry's hand whizzed across a piece of parchment, scrawling out a carefully worded letter to the headmaster. He finished in record time, popping the lid back on his bottle of ink and palming it, before tying the letter to a waiting owl's leg. "Let nobody see this," he muttered, and the owl nodded decisively, turning to take off through the window.

"Thanks, Harry," Dash murmured as she watched the bird go, obviously restless in her own inability to fly. Harry squeezed her with an arm, silently reminding her that it was only a little longer, and she nodded almost imperceptibly.

Having done all that needed to be done, Harry stood, garnering the attention of his friends and family. "I'm going to turn in for the night," he told them, and slowly made his way to the stairs, Dash following discreetly behind, hidden by a disillusionment charm cast by Hermione.


A tapping sounded at the office window, and Dumbledore swivelled to let the beautiful tawny inside. It rested on a perch and held its leg out, and the elderly headmaster took the letter, dismissing the bird with a simple 'thank you'.

'Professor Dumbledore, the Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.'

Wondering who could possibly by writing to him before the school year even began, Dumbledore tore open the letter and began to read, bugged by the strangely familliar handwriting.

'Dear Headmaster,

"Blizzard Dash" has changed her name to Rainbow Dash. Change it.

Harry.'

The most powerful wizard alive chuckled at the Boy-Who-Lived's attitude and set to changing the records for Ms Rainbow Dash, absently handing the letter to Fawkes and asking him to forward it to Minerva.

It was hilarious. She had to see it.


A short chapter, but writers' block doesn't play fair.

In answer to a recent question, Harry's magic affects transportation magic like water affects light. He essentially refracted the Floo magic into the sky, and it transported him there.