The holiday revelry at the Sleepy Saguaro Sanitorium had ended at an early hour in deference to its residents' needs and general lack of vitality. In the gaily decorated common room, a gilded cage was perched on the top shelf of a bookcase. Inside, a rat watched morosely as three mares cleaned the remnants of the party. The gray mare set down her broom when she reached the refreshment table. Using tongs, she picked up a shortbread cookie and slipped it between the cage's bars.
The rat sniffed the treat and turned away. The mustard-colored mare faced him and said, "Don't look so glum, Peter. You've brought more happiness to our clients than you can imagine.”
The rat huffed and turned away. The tawny-colored mare added, "We know your kind doesn't have feelings like ponies do, but we're thankful for all your help."
The gray mare set the tongs down and said, "We couldn't decide what an immortal demon would want, so we got you something for your smaller form."
Peter's ears perked as he turned to face the mare. He watched as she reached under the table and pulled out a cardboard box. She tugged away the string and lifted the lid. The sides fell away to reveal a large, transparent ball with slots cut in it for ventilation.
The tawny mare rolled it away from the packaging and opened its door.
The mustard-colored mare brought the cage to the floor and opened the door. As the rat stepped out, someone pounded on the door and yelled, "Peter Pettigrew! You're surrounded! Come out with your hands up!"
The mares shoot startled looks in the direction of the door while the rat displayed its survival instincts. With nary a sound, it scampered into a nearby closet. Displaying the dexterity of his kind, he squeezed behind a wooden crate. The time had come to see whether or not the mares had kept their promise. After a quick search, he pressed along the baseboard, causing a spring-loaded door to swing open. He heard a multitude of hooves, far more than the comfortable three sets, reverberating from the room he had just left. If it weren’t for his rodent mouth, he would have smirked as he stumbled through the concealed doorway onto a toy railcar. As he longed for an engineer's cap, Peter pushed a lever, causing his ride to plunge down the tracks, revealing abandoned diamond dog tunnels below. Phosphorescent lamps flashed by as he sped along toward the outskirts of town and safety. After a several minutes, the car crested a small hill and came to a gentle stop.
Peter stepped out and breathed a sigh of relief. In the eerie green glow of the lamps, he could see there was food, water, and bedding, enough for several days. Were it not for the damned necklace, he'd have eaten his fill and snuck onto the next train headed anywhere. Now, however, he was compelled to wait.
He had not even settled into the bedding before he started to glow and rise into the air. His panicked squeak was the only response he could manage as he found himself trapped in a telekinetic field. A unicorn stepped from the shadows and said, "Happy Hearth's Warming, you dirty rat. The princesses would like a word with you."
In the barn at Sweet Apple Acres, the feral unicorn lay on a bed of straw, covered by a robust attempt at earning a blanket knitting cutie mark. Magah watched him with concern as she lay beside him. The scent of poison on his breath was all too clear. She cringed yet again as she felt the bass thump of another powerful explosion. Only the reassurances of the foals kept her from fleeing -- well, that and the fact she had gotten used to hearing occasional explosions on the telly. The stallion, by contrast, lay still, oblivious in his stupor. Thankfully, the explosions were growing farther apart.
When the barn door opened, the mare turned toward the sound of hoofbeats as her ward entered with a large bundle held in a green glow. The yellow foal beside her carried a bucket in her mouth while the orange foal hovered along, carrying a blanket in her forehooves.
The white foal said, "Scootaloo, make sure you tuck her in."
The orange foal rolled her eyes as she draped the blanket over Magah. "Yes, mom."
The yellow foal set the bucket in front of the stallion. She said, "I still don't see why you won't let Professor Snape handle this, Sweetie Belle. He's an expert with potions."
The white foal replied, "Potions for humans, Apple Bloom. We already know that human magic doesn't work that well on these unicorns."
The orange foal grumbled, "Why don't we just use a necklace and turn him into a human? That way, everyone'll be happy."
Shaking her head, the yellow foal replied, "He'd freeze out here. Big Mac won't let 'im in the house."
The white foal set the bundle down and unwrapped it. It held a large bottle of vile-smelling liquid and a syringe. The foal said, "This is Berry Punch's patented hangover cure. All we have to do now is to get him to drink it."
Everypony cringed when they were rocked by another explosion. The yellow foal said, "Maybe we should wait until the excitement dies down."
The white foal walked to Magah and nuzzled her. "We'll be back. Keep him out of trouble."
Magah sighed as she watched the three climb onto the loft.
On the roof of the barn. the snow had been cleared away, and a makeshift viewing platform had been set up. As they lay on blankets, the Cutie Mark Crusaders had a clear view of the smoldering farmhouse. Its roof had been peeled back like the flaps on a carton. A whoosh announced the launch of another shell, and a moment later, a multi-colored explosion filled the sky.
With a pop and a flash of light, a draconequus appeared in their midst. He said, "When the Marauders said they were going to raise the roof, I didn't think they meant it literally."
As one, the foals chorused, "Discord!"
After watching a few more displays from pyromaniac wizards Apple Bloom said, "Thanks again fer sendin' us all to magic school."
“Yeah,” Scootaloo added, "I never would have gotten my wings, or my mom, otherwise."
Sweetie Belle tapped her chin with her hoof before she asked, "We made it home. Does that mean our quest is over?"
Discord replied, sporting a familiar navy blue hairdo with a pink stripe. Somehow, he had acquired a scroll and quill. He studied the paper and checked a few boxes. "Well, you have completed your first set of objectives. Extra marks for the side quests. Carry the two. Divide by pie. Peach cobbler. Yes, a good start if I do say so myself."
“A good start?” Apple Bloom snorted, "After that Fenrir business, Ah feel like we could take on the world . . . worlds."
With a sad smile, Discord replied, "Confidence is good, but as my personal student Jean-Luc would tell you, hubris is bad. There is much more out in the worlds than you might imagine. I have to admit, you have the spunk to meet most challenges; just try not to get too cocky.”
In the bowels of Canterlot Castle, a single chair sat in front of a table; a spotlight focused on it. On the other side of the table, Xenophilius and Arthur fidgeted in their wingback chairs while Celestia sat serenely on a simple throne. Behind them, the tools of interrogation hung from pegs on the wall, lovingly bathed in gentle lighting. It was an impressive collection of feathers whose sole purpose was to tickle select ponies.
Well used to apparition the men barely raised an eyebrow when the crack of displaced air announced the arrival of princess of the night. In her telekinesis, she held a horseshoe box with holes punched in the sides and top. Unceremoniously, she removed the lid and tipped out the contents. It was a sad sight of a rat that tumbled out and landed on its back, eyes shut and tongue lolling.
"It's just a rat." Celestia quirked an eyebrow at the supine form. "A rat who thinks he’s a possum.”
Luna replied, "Not just any rat, sister. Allow us to introduce the late Peter Pettigrew."
Celestia said, "He's not dead. I can see his chest move as he breaths."
The Minister shrugged, "The records say otherwise." His eyes narrowed as he glared at the rat. "How could you do that to all those widows?" he snarled.
Arthur grimaced. "How could you do all those widows? Half were old enough to be your grandmother."
The rat continued his non-response.
Luna said, "Peace, gentlestallions. We have questioned some of the cur’s unwitting wives, and we can attest that, for the most part, he was acting under duress. Aside from the issue of his immigration status, we are satisfied that he has paid for all known crimes committed on Equestrian soil."
Xenophilius gave the princess a side glance, "But he targeted those widows."
Luna shook her head. "It was under their guidance that these acts were sanctioned. He was mistaken for an incubus and thus was employed as a service animal."
Arthur said, "Be that as it may, there is still the matter of the murders of James and Lily Potter, Harry's parents. I implore you to release him into our custody so that we may seek justice."
Celestia shook her head. "We are judged by how we treat the worst among us. So long as you employ the wendigos, I cannot do that in good conscience."
Luna looked at the rat and declared, "We know thou are cognizant. Return to thy human form so that thou may speak in thy defense. If thou persist in thy foalishness we shall see judgement swiftly dealt."
The rat continued his non-response.
Luna said, "Very well, thy time has expired. Legilimens!"
For Luna, the room faded, and she found herself confronting a basalt wall. She quirked an eyebrow at the rough-hewn inscription that dominated the obstacle. "When the night walks the worlds and the minds of men, remember: STEP FORWARD. Four on fifteen."
Luna snorted; this was not in the same league as Honesty’s stallion. With contempt, she strode ahead, passing through the wall like a ghost. On the other side, a balding man in a black robe confronted her. He said, "Begone, horse! You do not belong here!"
Calmly, Luna replied, "Peter Pettigrew, we are here to seek truth and judge thy guilt. Thou refused to speak for thyself; thus, your mind is ours to explore."
Peter sneered. "You have no power over me. I am protected by the forces of darkness." Proudly, he let the sleeve fall back from a forearm, revealing a mark on his arm, obviously the standard of his master.
Luna smirked, "We are the night. Thy protections hold no power over us." With those words, she leapt into his forehead, vanishing like a wisp of smoke.
Inside, she waded through his memories going in reverse order. Stoically, she struggled to keep her emotions in check, swearing herself to chastity. With each glimpse of his past, the grim frown she wore darkened. Her disgust at his voyeuristic activities did little to endear the human to her sensibilities. Searching even deeper, she saw the one he obeyed. She saw the ones he betrayed. Thanking the new skills she had collected from the human books, she decided she had seen enough.
Fading back into the real world, Luna blinked and looked at Celestia and the men. She said, "Under the cover of friendship, he hath sold the very lives of Harry Potter and kin to the one who did them harm. What now, sister?"
Celestia replied, "We shall hold him in custody tonight. There is other business that must be concluded first." Underneath her throne, her aura gripped a wrapped package. Inside was an ancient tome. On its cover was a design that matched Cadance's cutie mark.
In the frozen wastes of the north, crevasses opened where there had once been solid sheets of ice. Although the pace was glacial, there was no denying the change. Anypony nearby would have felt a deep sense of foreboding. There was something evil there, something evil and powerful. What was lurking beneath was working its way free. It was only a matter of time.
Professor Dumbledore woke to find himself in an uncomfortable position. His head was free, but the rest of his body seemed to be trapped in some sort of gel. Waiting patiently for him was the woman in the page's costume. The spade symbol on her chest had been replaced by a red heart. She sneered at him and said, "All rise for the Pink Queen!"
Six men in porter's uniforms carried in a palanquin and set it down in front of Dumbledore. Without words, they took away the canopies and walls, revealing a preternaturally beautiful woman sitting on an ornate throne. A simple silver tiara rested atop her tri-colored tresses, and she was clothed in an Elizabethan dress with a large red heart on its chest. Anger filled her eyes as she said, "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, you stand accused of the willful and continued abuse of Harry James Potter. What do you have to say in your defense?"
Unable to move, Dumbledore took a moment to compose himself. He said, "You have me at a disadvantage. Whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?"
The woman replied, "I am judge and jury. What other roles I may play depends on your answer. Speak the truth and be judged."
Dumbledore sighed. "I have acted, and shall always act for the greater good. There is an evil that threatens to destroy the wizarding world, and it will drag the muggle world with it."
Pink was his new obsession. Try as he might, he could not escape it. He rued the loss of Macnair; the man was almost competent. He had already anticipated that he would lose Quirrell after their separation. That left him with only one ally at hand, the one the locals called faras nahr. To his regret, her choice of decor left no doubt that pink was her favorite color, and he now seamlessly blended in.
He still could not believe the incompetence of his minions. The only good thing he could say about the fiasco was that he again had his own body, such as it was. Admittedly, it was a relief to be able to breathe again, to taste again, to walk again. That relief was tempered by the body in which he was now trapped. He was Voldemort, Lord of Darkness. He was supposed to be tall. He was supposed to be menacing. He was supposed to be male. Now, he found himself the size of a lapdog. Now, he found himself with the might of a kitten. Now, he was constantly conscious that he lacked the proper set of plumbing.
His screams of outrage had come out as adorable squeaks. There was no denying that he was now a little horse; the mirror did not lie. Those useless hooves could not wield a wand. Using his mouth would prevent him from uttering the incantations. For now, he had to endure the idiot's constant cooing. He didn't even have the strength to shake out the braids in his mane and tail.
His original plan had been foolproof. The stone had been there for his taking. The old man might have thought that his defenses were impregnable, but if a gaggle of first-years barely into the term could break in, disabling the first obstacle, then they would have been no obstacle for a fully-trained wizard like the late, unlamented Quirrell. If only he had acted sooner.
Someone was going to pay for disrupting his plans. He didn't care if he had to cast the cruciatus curse on every single person on the planet. He would make sure that the ones responsible would feel the full weight of his wraith. All would learn to fear the name of Voldemort.
He knew just where he wanted to start. That upstart Discord had cowed his former host into abandoning his original plan. That interloper would be no match for the flaying spell that would strip every square inch of skin from his body. His screams would prove that no one could match the power of the Dark Lord.
Just as soon as he got a proper body.
The worst part of the mess was that the sole survivor was not a true believer; she did not bear the Dark Mark. Likewise, his new body was also pristine; it was something that should be in a little girl's bedroom, not hosting the one who would conquer the wizarding world. He had no way to call his followers; there had to be some who had survived the massacre at the Wizengamot.
For now, he would have to start from scratch. All he needed was time. With the gift of immortality, he could afford to proceed carefully. The pieces of himself that he had left hidden throughout the kingdom would keep him firmly rooted in the mortal coil. He had all the time in the world. He would plan. He would prepare. When all was ready, he would strike. No one would be able to stop him.
On an isolated island, a small figure stood motionless, facing the direction of the threat he was committed to counter. He knew it was dormant. He knew it was trapped. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was not quite right.
In the suffocating darkness, he lay alone with his thoughts. How had things come to this? This was worse than the centuries he had spent as a lowly beetle. In that form, he had a purpose. In that form, he could see the slow and steady progress toward his return to glory. The interloper had taken all of that away.
Even with that setback, he still had a clear path to victory. He had groomed the perfect patsy. She had amassed the mana he needed to resurrect his body. He had summoned it to his current form. Something had gone wrong.
There had been a ripple across the world well. He had felt his connection to his body shatter. He had felt the link with the past disintegrate.
With the link severed, he should have ceased to exist. Somehow, that same ripple denied him the release of death. That same ripple left him trapped in his current form.
In this form, he could not move. In this form, he could not see. In this form, he could not hear. All he could do was exist, stingily hoarding the infinitesimal measure of mana that was left over after he had absorbed what was needed to sustain himself. He could not even will himself out of existence. It was sheer torture.
His sacrifice was lost to him. The girl had made her own magic. Any attempt to seize it would be roundly rebuffed.
The mother was there, somewhere. He could barely detect her presence, and it grew fainter with every passing moment. Surely, it would fade completely in a fortnight. Thankfully, she was no longer a drain on his mana reserves.
He had no other options. For now, all he could do was wait.
As another firework faded, Apple Bloom said, "Ah don't understand. What sort of difference are you talking about?"
The draconequus smiled. "Once you know what you are capable of doing, you will know that there are things that you cannot do. You will learn that no matter how much you know, there will always be something that you don't know. Never believe that you've mastered everything. The real quest is just beginning."
In a dusty storage room, somewhere in a respectable museum, sat a box. It contained a curious artifact, the purpose of which had never been divined. The fact that it was made of gold and gems had categorized it as art, albeit art that was atypical for the region and timeframe of its creation. Too valuable to dispose of and too abnormal to display, it sat in storage, seeing the light of day only when curious academics unearthed it to marvel at its uniqueness.
On its surface was a cracked gem.
Still, it had purpose.
Still, it was part of a plan.
Chaos could play the long game.
It was not the sole wielder of that skill.
After much retreating, Fate took a step forward.
Well that was an adventure. I hope you feel better soon!
There are so many of sub-plots in this chapter that I had to tune them out so that I can enjoy what I understand. I am pretty sure I missed a couple of references I could not recognize. I might have to come back later after they are out in the open.
Heck, you're almost at 50% of the length of the entire Harry Potter series, and there's still half a year left of their first year!
Hope to see Book 2 soon.
I like the story but I do feel their is a bit much going on with the plot at times. There are a bit too many sub plots and threads going on to keep easy track of. I feel that it could stand to be trimmed a bit.
Aaaaawwwwww man, another story comes to an end, but you give us hints of a future where the C.M.C. go somewhere else? You have had my curiosity for quite some time, now you have my attention! So mote it be...
This has been a fun adventure, and I look forward to the next story.
Oh dear.
I can’t wait to see where you go from there.
Looking forward to book 2
well i will wait patiently for more
thank you for this story
till your return good sir
Loved this update/ending to the first part of this wonderful story. I cannot tell you offhand how many times i have read and reread it. I very much look forward to the next part and seeing what the CMC get up to. I especially look forward to "Queen Cadance's" chat with Dumbasadoor. Keep up the amazing work!
Used to be the closing song on the old Roy Rogers Show
Loving the ride this takes! Looking forward to the next story.
The world building is great and I love this version of Discord!
So Voldemort is now a pink earth pony filly? He better get used to it.
I hope to eventually come back to more. Wonderful story!
Congrats on finishing the first book, looking forward to seeing your next one
Only suggestion I can make is the amount of world building was amazing (assume showcasing the butterfly effect / Chaos) but difficult to follow long term without re-reading because of how many seemingly disconnected plots and characters - maybe narrow down the scope a bit going forward
Regardless thanks for the read
Wow, this was an interesting read, take a break and I'll look forward to the 2nd once its released.
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Is that an Alice reference? If so, well done.
So, has Cadance gone mad with power, or is she just playing around?
I misread that as "windows" at first and thought some of the struggle had devastated the castle's stained glass.
Silly Peter. Not all light is good. Not all good is light.
Albus in Wonderland... Honestly, he'd probably account well for himself.
And there are still so many plots to explore and pieces to move... This story wasn't without its faults, but the vast majority was greatly enjoyable. Thank you for Part 1 of this crazed saga. Looking forward to the next installment. Here's hoping life lets up on you in the meantime.
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Agreed, between the large amount of plot points and the amount of time between chapter updates makes for a very confused me, that is to say more confused than usual 😋
And thus a whole new meaning is applied to the term 'Service Animal'.
Could be worse. The webcomic Freefall took 20 years to get through the 1st arc/a week.
It's over? What? Noo! I'm not ready!
That's not the end?
We are not even halfway through the translation, and this is the most funny and enjoyable work i ever did.
Your variant of Equestria is so full with joy and happiness, it makes our dull reality better!
Please, rest, gather your strength... and find a will to continue.
Thank you for the first book... and please, continue to the second! :-)
A thought popped into my head last night after i posted my initial review, one I am unsure how did not occur to me much much sooner in the story. I am willing to bet each of the other entity's we have seen pop up such as the beetle (now doll) and other things, were all of Voldy's others pieces deciding to resurrect themselves, or were being resurrected some how.
Ha. To quote from Fall f the Crystal Empire,
Wise words. Very wise indeed.
Dogger807 this is a amazing story and i will be watching close for any new story's coming out of the Dogger807 stable.
Voldy is now a girl? Didn't realize that the story is over already.
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Is that what the ponies see Dementors as?
OMG Is Voldy a filly Fluffle Puff?
Oh yes, i know full well that Life is a toil on writers. Tis the 'bane of existence' of even the best and most dedicated authors. Yet, we must live it.
I can imagine things were probably especially tough for you in this, the year of hindsight, as it's seemed to be for the vast majority of us. I consider ourselves lucky that more of this story even came for us at all. I do hope you are doing well and surviving this crisis.
I highly look forward to the next part of this saga but, if for some reason that never happens, just know that i have highly enjoyed this tale, The plots were interesting and engaging, the humor was as smart as it was prevalent, and the characters were in-depth and spot-on. It was quite the learning experience and quite the fun ride.
Most excellent.
Congratulations!!!
Thank you for this wonderful ride in two universes.
My best wishes right back at you.
just finished reading this (in between sleeping) and I enjoyed it greatly, eagarly awaiting any sequals
That was an absolutely wild ride. Now to read it all again!!!
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Dang. I can't imagine what it would have been like to read this as it was being released. I've been tracking it for the past couple years, but I generally make it a policy to wait for a story to be marked "Complete" before diving in, so I only just read it in its entirety over the past week or so.
Even having everything fresh in my mind it got confusing at points. There were a couple times I had to do a search on my Kindle to figure who such-and-such a character was and when they were mentioned previously in the story. The numerous sections where the author plays coy by avoiding mentioning any names and forcing the reader to try and puzzle out for themselves what is going on and who the viewpoint character is were especially trying. (If it had been an infrequent narrative device, it probably would have felt like a fun little puzzle for the reader to solve, but having the same sort of deliberately confusing scene chapter after chapter -sometimes multiple times in a chapter- it just got exhausting after a while.)
I hate to say it, but despite enjoying large portions of this story, I just can't see myself re-reading this entire 460k+ word opus a few years from now in order to try and understand what's going on in the sequel. While I wish the author well in his endeavors, I'm afraid this is where I get off the Knight Bus this story has become and go look elsewhere for a nice calming Dizzitron to ride instead.
2nd reading...............worth it!
Thank you.
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Yeah, Hermione MUST have had a roommate & I can't recall that her name was even mentioned in the entire series
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Yeah, I've noticed the same problem when I started writing my own HP fanfics. (Both MLP crossover and normal)
If you want characters, you pretty much need to make OCs. Even characters that are normally non-entities have often inevitably been characterized strongly by the fandom, and alternate characterizations don't mesh with audiences.
Some notable differences in HP fanfic writing is that many HP characters, Dumbledore especially (Snape being another notable example) can be written with very minor tweaks in order to play vastly different roles.
Using the Dumbledore example, while he is honestly one of my favorite characters, I've seen him used flawlessly in three different ways - as a villain, a wise mentor, or a well-meaning stick in the mud, and all of them felt "in-character," even though normal Dumbledore bashing doesn't usually work for me.
On the flip side, trying to portray Harry as a confident, assured go-getter is a hard sell, without the proper setup, and many, many character archetypes just don't fit the cast of HP characters. Inevitably, OCs have to be created, and it can be hard to make one that fits in seamlessly. (There is a reason that stories focused on Hufflepuff are really, really rare. OCs are not easy.)
Often the best HP fanfics I see are focused away from the school itself.
This story is addictive. I found myself unable to stop. Just kept reading and reading.
Also, I'm not sure where you're going with Voldemort being pink. Are you planning on making Cozy Glow and Voldemort the same character?
So... I just finished this book yesterday. Here are my thoughts...
It was... entertaining. I enjoyed some of the character interactions and it had some comedic moments. Many of the antagonists were humanized to a degree I could sympathize with them. However, there came a point in the story where I had a really hard time taking it seriously. Gags got way overused, and some dramatic elements felt either forced or way over-the-top. Then, what I expected to be a minor subplot (that I hoped would be nipped in the bud quickly) ended up being the main focus of the story. It also has a heavy dose of fix-fic in which many MLP characters casually solve the wizards' problems with a wave of the horn. By the end of the book (which takes place just across the first semester of the first year) the HP canon has been dashed to pieces and the wizarding world is virtually unrecognizable.
What I expected (and wanted) to read was the CMC growing through Hogwarts and partaking in the HP story, but instead what I got was the ponies and Discord solving almost all the wizards' problems in the span of a few months, singling out Dumbledore and finagling the lore to take every opportunity to bash him, the ponies' constant and over-the-top reactions to Harry's treatment by the Dursleys, almost every single villain getting a pardon because of manipulation or redemption except for Dumbledore, and then (... ugh) human-pony herds.
I'd give it a 5.5/10
You know, I've often wondered why there was no chapter that detailed the Christmas/Hearth's Warming party. Then I ran some calculations (CMC italicized):
Heartstrings Family (3)
Lyra Heartstrings
Bon Bon
Harry Potter
Weasley Family (8)
Arthur Weasley
Molly Weasley
Bill Weasley
Charlie Weasley
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
Ron Weasley
Ginny Weasley
Longbottom Family (2)
Augusta Longbottom
Neville Longbottom
Thomas Family (7)
Mr. Thomas (grandfather)
Mrs. Thomas (grandmother)
Mr. Thomas
Mrs. Thomas
Dean Thomas
Rosie Thomas
Eva Thomas
Finnigan Family (3)
Mr. Finnigan
Mrs. Finnigan
Seamus Finnigan
Granger Family (3)
Dan Granger
Emma Granger
Hermoine Granger
Bates Family (2)
Mrs. Bates
Abagail Bates
Lovegood Family (2)
Minister of Magic Xenophilius Lovegood
Luna Lovegood
Patil Family (4)
Mr. Patil
Mrs. Patil
Parvati Patil
Padma Patil
Brown Family (4)
Mr. Brown
Mrs. Brown
Mr. Brown (brother)
Lavendar Brown
Apple Family (5)
Granny Smith
Big Mac
Applejack
Severus Snape
Apple Bloom
Belle Family (2)
Rarity Belle
Sweetie Belle
Dash Family (2)
Rainbow Dash
Scootaloo
Black Family (3)
Sirius Black
Twilight Sparke Black
Spike
Lupin (1)
Remus Lupin
Malfoy Family (2)
Narcissa Malfoy
Draco Malfoy
Tonks Family (3)
Edward Tonks
Andromeda Tonks
Nymphadora Tonks
Not invited, but still attending (3):
Discord
Fluttershy
Alice Rutter
Possibly attending (11):
Lord Greengrass
Lady Greengrass
Daphne Greengrass
Astoria Greengrass
Night Light
Twilight Velvet
Shining Armor
Princess Cadence
Clouded Hope
Zecora
Batpony
So, after running the numbers, there's a confirmed 56 invited guests to this event. Further, there's three uninvited guests that will be crashing the party, so a confirmed 59. And there's a further 11 that could possibly come. So that's 70 guests! I hope Sirius is good with the expansion charms and Granny Smith made a lot of food!
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Boys are supposed to hate pink in every shade and for a head bad guy well cute and girly is definitely not a good thing.
I wonder how the Revenant would work around his enemy being a soccer ball. XD
Or is he going to project it all on the vampire-lord-pone girl...
(Goblin Lord. Amily? Amele? Emily? Some name that I forgot)
Interested in just how the herd is going to fight against this confused vengeful spirit.
Good luck with that, Tom. If you're lucky, Discord will simply banish you to the universe where nothing moves. If you're unlucky, he'll let the entire Gryffindor herd use you as a tetherball first.
Happy times are over ♡
COZY GLOW ?!
Image Star Trek Jean-Luc Picard fun with Q is running parallel to this... Q sure has a way to spend his free time with most pleasurable work.
Banished to the Sun? A Vulcanized area do as well...
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Wow, if they had this numbers vs Voldemort in Canon he would have a harder time in the end.
Harry Potter and the random chaos party of lightsider.
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Did it twice and interesting nought a few chapter looked differently when I re-read them do to knowledge of coming chapters content and see the words of some characters in a different light.
Definitely one should read this masterpiece twice.