Mike's reporter's instincts screamed as he waited to make his move. He had been cautiously gathering information for his story, infiltrating a secret society by posing as a handicapped member, a "squib". He shuddered to think what would happen if his cover were blown. It was rumored that these people would erase the memories of those who stumbled upon their secret. He threatened to expose them to the entire world. What would stop them from simply removing any trace of his existence?
He had been approaching the gatehouse to their stronghold when a small crowd had stumbled out in panic, blocking the normally busy sidewalk. The normal throng of pedestrians showed no interest in the disturbance although they had to step into the street to bypass the obstruction. The crowd had now been staring at the space between the record shop and the book store for a half hour. He confirmed that his miniature tape recorder was turned on. With any luck, if things went pear-shaped, they wouldn't find it. Girding his loins, he sidled up to a younger woman and nonchalantly asked, "Something going on in the Leaky Cauldron?”
The woman, casually dressed in baby blue robes, replied, “A foreign witch blew her top a good bit gone by. We’re waiting to see when it might be safe to go back in.”
“A foreign witch,” the reporter mused. “As in the same one who beat the Chief Warlock silly the other day?” Back issues of the magical newspaper were proving invaluable.
“No,” a witch standing next to the first answered. “I remember the pictures of her from the 'Prophet'. This was someone else. Her hair had a pink stripe in it.”
“What exactly did she do to give everyone such a fright?” the reporter asked.
“She started putting out a lot of accidental magic. Whatever made her mad must be a real doozy.”
“Yeah,” the first witch agreed. “She screamed, ‘He did what?’ then burst into white hot magic, transfiguring her hair into flames for good measure."
The second witch shuddered. "Aguamenti couldn't touch her. I didn't even see any steam."
Grumbling, the first witch said, "I really need to get my apparition license; the rush to get out of the pub was murder.”
“Whoever, ‘he’ is I feel right sorry for him, I do,” the second witch said.
“I’m sure he has plenty of warning to run by now,” the reporter commented.
“I don’t think he can run far enough, fast enough,” the first witch said. “It just goes to show that you have to watch out for witches with unusual hair colors.”
“Are you saying they put the tempers of traditional redheads to shame?” the reporter asked.
“Not just that. Did you hear what a group of them pulled off in Gringotts this morning?”
“Can’t say that I have. They didn’t try to rob the place or anything did they?”
“Since the goblins aren’t in open revolt at the moment, I’d say it’s safe to say that didn’t happen.” A wizard walked up on the reporter’s opposite side. “What’s going on?”
“Foreign witch throwing a temper tantrum,” the reporter answered.
“Bouncing some poor wizard off the wall, is she?” the wizard asked.
“Time will tell,” the second witch answered. “As luck would have it, he wasn't present at the time.”
“So, what happened at the bank earlier?” the reporter prodded.
“They got the whole place singing and dancing, including the goblins. I hear Mrs. Ironbottom was doing burlesque with the head teller.”
“They had goblins singing and dancing?” The wizard next to the reporter snorted. “I don’t believe you.”
“You could always go ask the goblins,” the first witch said. “While you’re at it you could check and see if the pub is clear.”
“I like my head where it is, on my shoulders, thank you very much,” the wizard returned. “But I will have a looksee here; I’ve only got so much time to grab a late lunch.”
After watching the wizard disappear into the no see space, the reporter placed a hand on the shoulder of the closest witch in time to see his unwitting stool pigeon disappear into the pub. When the witch turned to look at him, questioning the contact, he said, “May I interest you in a pint or two? I’d like to hear some more on what happened.”
She smiled shyly at him. “Work fast, don’t you? Yes, I’d like that very much.”
“Mr. Lee,” Professor Flitwick said as the entirety of waiting crowd in the infirmary listened on. “You still wish to cling to this tale of the first years ambushing you, rather than the other way around.”
“Why would I attack a bunch of useless first years?” Barnaby countered, eyeing Dean. “And if I did, I wouldn’t cast a spell I had a chance of miscasting. They are obviously lying.”
“I find it hard to believe a group of first years, not yet through their first month of schooling, would randomly accost an elder student,” Professor McGonagall said. “Present your wand; we shall see what the last spells you cast are.”
“I must have lost it in the lake.” Barnaby smirked. “That is another thing: they owe me a new wand. Furthermore, I would like my head of house present. Everyone here is hostile and has made up their minds that I’m guilty.”
“Professor Snape is otherwise occupied,” Professor Sprout said.
“I can wait,” Barnaby replied.
“I have a better idea,” Xenophilius said, moving away from the wall where he had been leaning. “Since you are legally an adult, why don’t we call on Amelia Bones. We’ll let her question you with veritaserum.”
Barnaby’s eyes widened and he sputtered, “But this is a school brawl; she wouldn’t waste her time.”
“You have misjudged the situation,” Professor McGonagall said gravely. “You are an adult and stand accused of assaulting a group of children under the protection of this school. That alone is enough to earn you a date with a judge in the Wizengamot. This group includes three whose families hold seats in that body, including the Minister's own daughter. This group includes a sitting member of the Wizengamot. This group includes foreign students, one of whom is a ward of their ruling family. This shall not be swept under the rug, Mr. Lee. If you have anything to say, I would suggest doing so now."
Barnaby scanned the room of hostiles in front of him, allowing his eyes to grow even wider as the realization of the magnitude of his blunder. “It was Potter,” Barnaby blurted out. “He’s the reason my parents were in Azkaban. He’s the reason I haven’t seen them all these years.”
“Harry did nothing of the sort,” Molly Weasley objected, hugging Ginny closer to herself. “Your parents were responsible for their own actions.”
“And we get to the heart of the matter,” Discord said, “misdirected anger.”
“It’s obvious we can’t have him wandering around the school anymore,” Dean’s mother stated, sitting on the edge of the bed where her own child lay.
“I don’t like the idea of him running around outside the school either,” Elisa Bates added. “Perhaps the best option would be jail time.”
“He’s a clear danger to innocent humans,” Lyra said. “I recommend going straight to banishment.”
“I disagree.” Rarity argued, “He is young enough that we can afford to be merciful and protect our children at the same time.”
“How do you propose to do that?” Emma Granger asked. “It’s not like he can be watched twenty-four seven.”
“That’s easy.” Rarity grinned. “When I was getting my wand, Discord gave a good lecture on how they could be used to give oaths as well as binding promises. We just get him to swear on his life and magic; then, there would be no need to involve the authorities.”
“You do realize that technically I count as ‘the authorities’?” Mr. Lovegood said with a hint of humor.
“That takes care of future incidents,” Dean’s mother agreed. “But what about punishment for what he has already done?”
“I vote we lock him in a room with Apple Bloom for fifteen minutes,” Rainbow Dash suggested, trying her best not to channel a pretty perky pink pixie princess, but failing miserably.
“We will most certainly not be doing that,” Professor McGonagall said, firmly placing her foot down for emphasis.
“Ten minutes?”
“Mrs. Dash.” Professor McGonagall sent a piercing glare her way.
“All right!” Rainbow huffed. “Five then, but that’s my final offer.”
“No, Mrs. Dash,” Professor McGonagall said.
“I don’t see what the big deal is. You can regrow his bones.” Rainbow folded her arms and pouted, causing several in the room to go into shock from cuteness overload.
Cadance strode from the small bathroom. Displaying the same modesty as her daughter, the last pony standing had opted to take one of Discord's rings and transfigure in privacy. Although she sported purple, pink, and yellow hair, she could easily be mistaken for Lyra's twin.
Cadance unconsciously licked her lips as she studied the miscreant. He was radiating love for the human bound to an infirmary bed although he was doing his best to conceal his emotions. Her hips swayed seductively as she slowly circled around him. With a predatory leer, she said, "Why don't you release him into my care for a couple days? I’m sure I could drain him of any desire to harm children ever again.”
Discord shuddered and looked at Barnaby. “Trust me. You would be much better off with the fifteen minutes alone with Apple Bloom.”
Further discussion on the subject was interrupted by the fireplace spontaneously flowering green flames. “Minerva, are you there?” came the voice of an old stallion.
“Yes, Albus, I am here.”
A head appeared in the flames. “Good. I must insist on an update. I do need to know what is going on in my school.”
“You!” Rarity growled, producing her glowing wand. “We never did finish our conversation last time.”
“I’m afraid,” the head in the flames said. “Mrs. Belle that levitation does not work through the floo network. Furthermore, school discipline, by law, dictates that individual hostilities, including blood feuds, are put on hold for the duration.”
*Hummmmmm! Foooosh! Boooooooom!*
“My floo!” Madam Pomfrey cried out as the stones of her former fireplace clattered to the floor.
“Did I get him?” Lyra demanded, clutching her wand tightly. “It’s hard to aim with this thing.”
“I don’t know,” Emma said as she observed the epicenter of destruction. “Was that fireplace male or female?”
“Magical attacks don’t translate through the floo system.” Professor Flitwick said. “All you managed to do was damage school property.” He swished his wand and the fireplace began to fly back together. “Luckily, that is easily fixed.”
“No fair.” Lyra pouted. “Discord, would you mind popping me over for a face to face?”
Discord shrugged, snapped his fingers and Lyra disappeared in a flash of light.
There were a few seconds of utter silence then Professor McGonagall said. “Please tell me you didn’t just . . .”
*BWANG!* A single bass note from the headmaster's office reverberated through the school, shaking everyone off their feet.
“I think the headmaster will be spending another night at St. Mungo's.” Professor Sprout suggested.
“No.” Discord shook his head. “Fawkes decided that absence of body was more important than presence of mind. Your headmaster is unscathed. Sadly, the same cannot be said for his office. I never would have guessed its harmonic was a B-flat.”
“I wanna change my vote,” Rainbow Dash said. “Let’s stick the kid in a room with Lyra for ten minutes.”
“Thar ya are,” Applejack called out, dragging Snape into the abandoned classroom. Scootaloo was sitting on Ron’s lap in a corner, loosely hugging him while Harry, Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom hovered close by, warily looking for the slightest disturbance.
“Hey sis.” Apple Bloom waved. “An’ hello, Professor Snape.”
Despite his years of occlumency mastery, the rational portion of his mind had not been able to keep abreast of the rapidly changing situation. It took a familiar situation to provide enough stability for him to focus. Professor Snape reflexively said, "Shouldn't the lot of you be in class right now?" He said with a sneer, “There has been more than enough excitement for today.”
“We didn’t cause no excitement,” Apple Bloom said. “We was jus’ minding our own business, goin’ back to the dorms to check on Magah before class when we got jumped by that weasel.”
“So, you say.” Professor Snape followed his habits and reached out with a light legilimency probe to test for honesty. Just like his comment, this was a matter of reflex. Had he been thinking clearly, he would have remembered his promise to avoid probing any of the pony-aligned first-years; there was no telling what might go wrong. As soon as his mind touched Apple Bloom's, Professor Snape realized that he was right to have been cautious as his mind was jerked into his student's.
His mind was supposed to be the anchor. His surroundings were supposed to be the dominant tableau. He now found himself in a mindscape that would be charitably described as psychedelic. Instead of a projection of his office, he found himself in a greenish void with pink and purple dots of varying sizes scattered around like stars in the night sky, but without any apparent organization. Instead of Apple Bloom, he found himself face to face with a completely alien creature. The beast vaguely resembled a dragon, but it had no semblance of symmetry. It had the tail of a red dragon, the hind leg of a green dragon, the wing of a purple dragon, and the foreleg and paw of a lion. It also had the hind leg of a horse, the wing of a pegasus, and the arm and claw of a griffon. The body was feathered and snake-like while the neck was horse-like. The head was similar to a dragon's, but it sported one antler and one horn. The snaggle-toothed snarl added a hint of menace as the creature casually swung a gigantic wooden mallet.
“Ah ah ah!” The oddity waggled a finger at Snape. “No peeking!”
A soft green glow marked the passage of a lone figure as it leisurely strolled through the caverns beneath Canterlot. The afternoon had been unexpectedly informative, very informative, but also more than slightly unnerving. She was positive her cover had been blown. Fortunately, some quick talking had cast her as a mother struggling to care for an illegitimate daughter. Her cover's reputation had been tarnished, but that was her cover's problem. Her agent now had a solid cover story, as well as the sympathy of the faculty. There was only one problem, and she was now going to address it.
She had never planned to maintain the persona. With an uncontested source of food, she had planned to release her prisoner and withdraw her hive. That was no longer an option. Her prisoner's face was now associated with her agent. Now, she had to maintain the status quo for the foreseeable future or risk losing everything.
The glow on her horn intensified as emerald magic melted a portion of the crystal wall to form a portal. The prisoner had been waiting for just such an opportunity. A strangled cry proceeded a feeble attack. No magic, just a lunge by an already weakened foe. She openly displayed her contempt as she snagged the organic projectile out of the air, wrapping the prisoner in yet more emerald magic. “None of that now. We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“You!” The prisoner growled, venom dripping from the word as though it had been a viper's fang.
“Yes, me,” she replied. She gently set her prisoner on the far side of the cell before floating a basket over. "I brought you something to eat."
The prisoner regarded the container with greedy eyes but made no move toward it, even though restraint was no longer applied. “I haven’t eaten in three days. Why now?”
“I suppose, if I wanted to be snide, I could say something like ‘There were times when me and my hive would have been ecstatic with only three days between meals’ but the truth of the matter is you are much too powerful to have sitting around at full strength. Keeping you weakened is a necessary precaution, nothing more.”
“Why are you doing this?” The prisoner curtly demanded, “What are your evil plans?”
“Evil plans? You wound me. What I do, I do out of necessity not malice nor greed.”
“What are your plans?” The prisoner repeated, teeth gritted.
“Oh, I see. You want me to monologue. Wouldn’t you prefer to hear about my, or, rather, your day? I spent a lovely bit of time in another dimension. Talked to a new species. Observed a fair punishment given to a young stallion who got off a lot easier than he deserved. It was very interesting, let me tell you. By the way, you should have been more careful a dozen years ago. Your darling daughter has proven to be quite the prodigy at her new magic school.”
“I want to know why you are keeping me locked up in here. I want to know why you are threatening innocent ponies.”
“Monologue it is then.” She sighed and flicked her tail. “Well, I’m not going to tell you my plans. That’s the surest way to see that they fail. I’ll tell you what though. Why don’t I tell you the original idea?”
The prisoner growled, but said nothing.
"It all comes down to the fact that life is a zero-sum game. Everybeing has to eat, be they pony, griffin, ling, or what have you. But, everybeing eats from the same pool of food, and there is a limited supply. My hive didn't just spontaneously decide to move here. We used to have a fruitful gathering ground, Las Pegasus to be exact. We were content. Unfortunately, the queen of another hive was less so. Over the course of a decade, she rooted us out of our feeding grounds. You ponies never even noticed the struggle.”
“What does that have to do with Canterlot?” the prisoner asked.
“I would think it is obvious. We need food. Ponies provide food. We would just sneak in and set up feeding stations if it weren’t for the fact that another hive already claims these lands. My hive is starving and we can’t afford to be as subtle as we normally would. Keeping the existence of lings secret is worthless if it means letting my children starve to accomplish it. Understand that this was never a contest between lings and ponies; this is survival between competing hives.”
“You could have asked Celestia for help.”
“No, there still isn't enough food for everyling. What would have happened is we would have staged a grand assault. I would have used the love supplied by your beau, and ponies would have died. Well not actual ponies, that would be a waste, but lings from the rival hive are fair game. We would threaten to stuff ponies in pods or something just as silly. Can you imagine just how stupid it would be to stuff all your food in a pantry and leave none to grow the next year's harvest? That would be the same concept. Anyway, there would have been a dramatic climax and the real ponies would purge my lings and myself from the city, getting their happy ending. Ponies would rejoice, they would live their lives and give birth to more ponies, providing more food for my hive which would sneak back into the city to usurp the identities of the hive we would have displaced. I would even show up every now and again outside the city to draw attention away from the actual infiltration.”
“Dramatic climax?” The prisoner asked.
“Yes, I have even been working on my evil laughter. Would you care to hear a sample?”
“I’ll pass,” the prisoner said.
“Pity, all that practice is going to end up being wasted.”
“So, what changed?” the prisoner asked.
“Opportunity knocked.”
“There you are!” Twilight heard Lyra say, causing her to look up from the notes she was taking on the portal into Diagon Alley.
“Oh, hey there,” Twilight said to Lyra, Emma, and Arthur. “Where did you three get off to?”
“Mr. Discord was kind enough to involve us in an incident at Hogwarts,” Emma said.
“That doesn’t sound so kind,” Twilight noted, narrowing her eyes.
“Poor word choice.” Emma shrugged.” He brought something important to our attention, something the school would have probably tried to sweep under a rug otherwise.”
“I hope nopony was hurt,” Twilight said with more than a hint of worry.
“Nothing permanent,” Arthur replied, “but it did have the potential of getting out of hand.”
“Is it something I should worry about?”
“Nah,” Lyra said. “Discord summoned all of the parents, and we hashed it out. By the way, your niece wasn’t even involved.”
Twilight blinked rapidly. “My niece? I don’t have a niece.”
“Surprise!” Emma said. “You’ve got a niece!”
“I’m going to go out on a limb here and ask you what you are talking about,” Twilight said
“Well,” Lyra said. “When Discord summoned all of the parents, he got Princess Cadance in the mix. Turns out she’s Clouded Hope’s mother. What’s more, we got Applejack to confirm she was being honest when she said that the only pony she has ever slept with since coming to Canterlot was your brother. Ergo, you’re an aunt.”
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“HE DID WHAT?!”
On that cue, all the wizards and witches within earshot made a running break for it, with not a few cracks of apparition being heard.
“Well, at least there are no flames this time,” Emma noted after taking a step back. “By the way, that a nice new set of robes you are wearing.”
“Huff, huff. Huff,” Twilight replied.
“When you’re done hyperventilating, would you like to go into the pub and hear about our afternoon? We did miss lunch after all,” Lyra asked.
“Huff. Huff. Huff,” Twilight continued as Owlowicious flew in from nowhere and landed on her head.
Looking up at the bird on her head, Twilight reached into the bag on the ground, holding the new supplies she had bought. “You’ve been taking lessons from Lodestone, haven’t you?”
“Who.”
“Good. I need you to deliver a letter for me.”
It was a special time in the Sparkle household as one of their children paid a rare visit.
“Would you like some more dear?” Twilight Velvet asked her son Shining Armor who was at the table enjoying a home-cooked meal.
“No, Mom,” Shining said, pushing his plate away with his magic. “Three helpings are more than enough.”
“There will be leftovers in the fridge if you get peckish,” Velvet said as an owl flew into the room from nowhere.
“What’s this?” Shining asked as the owl landed on the table in front of him and offered a glowing red envelope.
“Who!” said the owl, shaking the envelope at the stallion urgently.
“Alright then. No need to. . . That can’t be good.” Shining said watching the owl vanish as soon as he had taken the letter in his magic.
“What is it, Shiny?” Velvet asked, trotting up to stand by her son.
“I don’t know,” Shining said, turning the letter over to see that his name was written on one side.
Suddenly, the letter jumped from his magic and started shouting.
“SHINING ARMOR! HOW COULD YOU?! HOW COULD YOU HAVE A FOAL AND NEVER TELL ME?! THIS ISN’T SOME MINOR SECRET LIKE THE MAGAZINES UNDER YOUR MATTRESS! WE’RE TALKING ABOUT AN ELEVEN-YEAR-OLD FILLY HERE! I’VE BEEN AN AUNT FOR ELEVEN YEARS AND NEVER KNEW IT! WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?! ELEVEN YEARS! DON’T YOU THINK I WOULD HAVE LOVED TO KNOW HER?! DON’T YOU THINK I WOULDN’T HAVE WANTED TO HELP HER THROUGH SCHOOL? NO, I HAD TO FIND OUT BECAUSE OF DISCORD! HOW COULD YOU KEEP THIS FROM ME FOR SO LONG?! I AM SO ANGRY AT YOU RIGHT NOW! DO MOM AND DAD EVEN KNOW?! HAVE THEY EVEN MET CLOUDED HOPE?! JUST YOU WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HOOVES ON YOU! . . . OH, AND THIS LETTER IS GOING TO EXPLODE IN FIVE SECONDS. GOOD LUCK, SHINY.”
Shining threw up a shield around the letter at the last words, and sure enough the letter erupted. The bubble of magic grew from the size of a bowling ball to the size of a manticore. The bubble made rude noises as Shining gradually bled off the pressure within.
“Shiny,” Twilight Velvet said after a while, “we need to talk.”
Shining Armor winced. It was never good to hear a mare say that.
Well after midnight, a flash of flames announced the arrival of a would-be thief with a bird of fire riding on her shoulder.
“Lumos,” she commanded, and the wand she was carrying provided the only light in the room. Without another word she hurried over to the workbench and started rummaging through the various containers holding the tools of the trade.
After a frustrating five minutes of searching, she muttered, “If I were a tail hair, where would I be hiding?”
“I would suggest the cedar box on the second shelf in the cabinet to your right,” Olivander said from the doorway.
The little girl jumped and lost her hold on her wand, while the bird on her shoulder barely registered the jostling. She gasped before turning to gape at the old man who had once again snuck up on her.
“You are up rather late, Miss Hope,” Olivander said walking across the room to open the cabinet in question. “I trust you have a good reason to visit me at such an hour.”
“Um.” The girl shyly replied.
“I assume you went through the trouble of borrowing Miss Belle’s familiar and that she was willing to lend her to you.”
“Um,” The little girl repeated.
“Was there a problem with one of the hairs I have in my possession?” Olivander retrieved a small cedar chest and opened it.
“You were given the wrong one,” Clouded Hope said, pulling an envelope out of her robes. “I was just going to swap it for the right one.”
“I see.” Olivander took the envelope from the girl’s unresisting hand and peered inside. “Yes, this one does emit an aura of love.” He said, withdrawing a pink strand. “Whereas, this one has an aura of deceit.” This time he drew a long green hair from the cedar chest. "Deception generally works only in the short term. Do have a care when the truth comes to light."
So what you're saying is, blame Discord?
The dynamite is lit! RUN! RUN FOR A GREAT VANTAGE POINT!!! Oh so eager for the fireworks!
as well as
I thought it was a goat. [and canonically the head is that of a pony]
hmm usually the term aura is used.
Sorry, but I am dropping now. I eventually lost any personal emotional involvement with this story.
So Lyra destroyed the Headmaster's office with Harmonic/Acoustic Resonance.
The timeline here is REALLY confusing me. Why is it that everyone knows of Cadance and Shining Armor BEFORE the Canterlot Wedding episode? I would really like to have that explained.
So Snape has had his first true run-in with Discord... I wonder how scrambled his head was for a while after that. Seriously though, I think going to Equestria would do Snape some good. He could spend some time with Zecora and Applejack.
And someone still needs to explain why nudity is a taboo among human cultures to the Equestrians.
When does RD get her first broom ride with Scootaloo? I'm waiting to see a Sonic Rainboom done by broom.
And why don't Chrysalis and Cadance just come to some sort of agreement if they've found an opportunity for peaceful co-existence?
Yes, during a crisis, presence of mind is good. Absence of body is often better.
When in danger, when in doubt, yell & scream & rush about. Traditional pony saying.
Dumbledore is a screwup, but he is a COMPETENT screwup, if you see what I mean.
He is the only wizard that Voldemort ever feared
Just wanted to report that the ponies trying to kill Dumbledore still hasn't become funny again. But congratulations on avoiding an actual conversation between the characters in favor of this long dead gag I guess?
And we see what might be the beginning of what I've so often hoped for in an MLP fic - where the changlings realize what an ASSET lies in the large pool of humans whose expectations and desires exceed their limits and abilities.
A Changeling? Oh, yeah. Instant solution to the problem of "I'mma nerd, but still wanna date a movie star." And an instant harem, for that matter. Doesn't matter how many times you've struck out trying to get a date, if you've got love to give to the hive, the hive has a drone for you. Who can be anyone you want them to be (barring Disney sueing you. Heh.)
Gonna be hilarious, however it plays out.
I'm rather curious with the new possibilities available why Chrysalis doesn't play up the trying to save her people angle and try to apologise/enlish Cadence's help. She'd stand a rather good chance of succeeding since she's the princess of love and has already suggested asking Celestia for help. Of course she might not like the whole mother of a filly lie but still there's less room for things to go wrong than keeping an Alicorn prisoner indefinatley. Which doesn't even consider this active/helpful Discord who seems to know what's going on and is doing nothing or the spirit of justice we saw introduced earlier.
“Boom, lemon drops everywhere”
Fuckin’ LOL. I do like the route you’re taking with the lings.
Soooo. I'm trying to understand, Chrysallis is evil or more like an anti-heroine style of queen?
And I hope Snappe has a date with Appkejack and Zecora and who did he saw ? I thought it was Discord but he doesn't have a red scales or something like that.
This might be the fact I am going on 30 and am an old man, but a 17 year old getting in a brawl with a bunch of students at school they all attend, even if they are younger then him, and who even kicked his ass. That IS nothing more a playground scuffle. At worse the boy should be suspend, not even expelled. Yet you claim he got off easy.
I love this story but that was pretty messed up.
It's like if an 18 year old here in America got in a fight with a freshman, which they do (all the time), but it is still legally treated as a school yard brawl. This was blown WAY out of proportion!!!
Great chapter. It really put a smile on my face.
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a schoolyard brawl that involved assault with a deadly weapon, that curse the kid used was in the same league as one of the Three Big Nono curses, and using one of those gets u life in prison. so yes, he got off easy...
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A 17 year old wielding a deadly weapon.
So using your metaphor it would be like an 18 year old pulling a gun on a group of freshman. Thankfully he loaded the gun with rubber bullets but they could have been real bullets and the freshman would have feared for their lives anyway. That would never be treated like a schoolyard scuffle in America.
The news would be all over that story.
Going back to this story if all they did was tell the daily prophet the truth, that he had attacked the boy-who-lived to get revenge for his death eater parents, his life would be ruined. So kinda let off easy.
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That wasn't just a brawl though. A brawl is a few kids throwing around punches. This guy was throwing around torture curses, and if a school brawl included a 17 year old student strapping an active tazer to minors, I'd consider any school that didn't take action to be not worth its name.
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If by 'schoolyard brawl' you mean 'brought a knife' metaphorically, then yes. Because he attacked with a potentially lethal spell. Granted, if you extend 'schoolyard brawl' to the rather unfortunate new trend of 'school shooters' then sure, but until then he escalated far beyond any form of acceptability.
Why do I envision Chrysalis offering the Cadance to Twilight in exchange for not incinerating her when the plan goes awfully wrong? And poor Clouded Hope, sure her mom isn't a full loon like cannon Chryissy but I don't think that core of poor decision making isn't present. I do also wonder will Clouded take Thorax's place as the ling discovering the "best" feeding method, that is that love meant for the changeling is better for the ling and doesn't drain the one giving it.
Also a second more thinking made me realize that Chrysalis's cover is well and truly blown. Cadance is a very public figure. There's no way Cadance would have been able to hide her pregnancy from the entirety of Equestria. Even if she somehow comes up with an excuse as to why Shining didn't know, Celestia cares for her niece very much and there would be absolutely no way she wouldn't have known about it. Once this news reaches her, I fully expect Celestia to have words with Cadance. And once Celestia has words with Cadance... well, there's a reason Chrysalis used the invasion as an excuse to distract Celestia in the series and hit Shining with a mind-whammy. She can't exactly hide the fact she isn't Cadance from the people who actually know her, not when they start examining her with any scrutiny.
He did what?
And that was the end of Diagon Alley
Well now, this is getting interesting. Also, did Discord not know or not care about "Cadance"? I am going to go with didn't care...
Still, this was a very amusing chapter! Merry Christmas to you good author!
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You've been struggling with the timeline for a while now. >> Insert evil cackle here << I'm not going to give you all of the answers, but I will confirm that this story is AU on the MLP side as well and has been since the planning stages. You've already noted several discrepancies, the largest being that the wedding hasn't happened yet and Discord has been reformed already. Right there, you know a butterfly has flapped her wings at some point. This is a feature, not a bug.
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What happened here if the equivalent of a high schooler attacking a group of middle school children, so that already falls outside of the scope of schoolyard brawl. Any school administration would be required to bring the police into such a happening, even without the added ramification of a weapon being used.
BTW, with the 18 yr old fighting a freshman (usual 14 or 15ish) While the school may try to convince the families to sweep it under the rug, the guardians of the younger child have the option to get the authorities involved no matter what the school may think. In such a case, the 18 yr old will be charged with assault on a minor.
Merry Christmas from New Zealand!
9364733 Thats because schools tend to act like they are laws unto themselves from a strictly legal stand-point and anywhere else Miller would be tried as an adult.. HECK depending on the harm caused and where they are he could still be tried as an adult..
There have been cases where parents have filed charges since they weren't happy with the reactions of school officials.
I'm gonna guess, from this chapter, that the au, is mainly, that instead of reforming Discord later on, they managed to reform him, during his first appearance, instead of re trapping him in stone. That's my guess on it.
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Ah well if you planned on doing this we'll have to see what else has changed.
I seriously love this story as much as the sources.
Also didn't most of the mane 6 already meet pink zircon and standard issue as Clouded Hopes parents?
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that would be four of the mane 6, yes, but with Applejack confirming that 'Cadance' told no lie about being Cloudeds mother, and the fact that she only met the other group of 'parents' once and briefly at that...there r more than a few factors that make just about everything go off the rails. for all we know, the fact that Clouded had different 'parents' when the rest of the girls met her will turn into a plot point that ends up ousting Chryssy...
Loved the update!
So I don't know if anyone else pointed this out, but you've introduced a bit of a timeline issue with this chapter. The Canterlot wedding should have already happened. It was before Discord's reformation.
The timeline of the first three seasons is a little mixed up since the season 4 premier is supposed to be one year after Luna's return, but we know this has to be true because the elements of harmony were still being kept in Canterlot at the time of the wedding, and from the time Discord was reformed until they were returned to the tree of harmony, Twilight had the elements in Ponyville. So Discord's reformation has to be after the wedding.
Now that I think about it, this also means that Discord's reformation had to take place in the spring, shortly before Twilight's ascension which was also before the second summer sun celebration but after her first winter in Ponyville. Which means Twilight would have already been an alicorn by the time a new school year started... so there's that too. I suppose you could just have the timeline diverge after discord's reformation... still doesn't change that the wedding happened before his reformation though.
Heh... that also means that the first Equestria Girls movie had to take place in the spring Equestria time, so the two worlds' timelines would have to be offset by a few months, since in the human world they were having the Fall Formal.
How could they possibly surprise you? You are the one who arbitrates which ideas get implemented.
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One bit of note, you mentioned that Snape saw Discord with one Pony leg--Discord has no equine legs. His one hooved leg is from a goat. It's cloven.
Wow, Lyra got herself quite a powerful wand. Wonder which one is more powerful - Twilight's or Elder Wand?
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Rarity already "posesses" the Elder wand. Tho Dumbledore still carries it despite it now being useless to him.
Lyra only managed to destroy his office.
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You're vastly misusing the word "legally" here. Yes, it's treated as a schoolyard brawl, but legally, it is assault, regardless of what the school thinks, or more accurately, what the school wants others to think. Being at school does not magically change the law. even if the school itself is magic.
Generally the best kind of chicanery in my experience.
And this is why Dash shouldn't be left unsupervised on Earth.
I always like seeing Lyra weaponize sound. Nice one.
It's also nice to see a Chrysalis who isn't sincerely going for a hostile takeover in the name of harvesting love, even if she is a Malthusian. Still, her cover is well and truly blown. Even if she does call in Clouded Hope to corroborate her story, that's pretending that she's hidden a child from her father for twelve years. Say goodbye to that food source, Chryssy. Though with possible plans to world-hop, it may not matter in the long run...
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Well, to Chrissy's credit, I doubt that she's familiar with the Haber-Bosch process. Humanity would have hit a Malthusian crisis almost a century ago if it weren't for our ability to create synthetic ammonia out of atmospheric nitrogen. The sheer mass of humanity depends on such synthetic fertilizer, and so does our numbers.
In an odd way, the Haber and Bosch of this fictional world have, unintentionally, saved Chrissy's people by providing a MUCH larger sentient population for 'Lings to feed on. Two centuries ago, humanity's numbers wouldn't have been worth the effort.
And a magical version of the Haber-Bosch process will probably be enthusiastically imported to Equestria ASAP.
So Chryssi has a brain in this ficverse. Ok, but that said, she's still pretty dumb. Yeah she's come up with a good plan to have the ponies displace this other hive and let her's move in none the wiser, even if it exposes the existence of changelings.
But, see, I'm pretty sure that since exposing changelings was already on the board, and given her motives and circumstances, she probably could have just struck some sort of bargin with Celestia, and I'm pretty sure the hive with an active alliance with Celestia wins by default, especially with a backup supply of love from Earth..
Too bad she's already kidnapped Cadance and inadvertently dragged her and Shining into a scandal or that might still be an option. Heck, as long as she's not a child abuser, it still might be.
Oh my
Hmmm I like this interpretation.
Poor Shiney. He doesn't deserve all this.
OOOOF. Olivander is so good.
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Dumb author joke. I've read other authors claim their characters have taken over their story.
Yeah, that was my favorite part, as well. After all...
Princesses Celestia, Luna, and Cadence, then Twilight, the Mane 6, Minerva (can't spell her last name atm), and so on, all only had the documents to look at.
Lyra looked herself, as evidenced by her behavior at that party.
Yeah, she has reason to be mad. She's now the first pony to meet Dumbledore that's actually looked herself- and being a musician, I'm rather unsurprised she found a way to completely destroy everything in the area with one single harmonic blast.
Oh, poor Shiny. That's got to be... painfully awkward and panicky protestations of innocence may have worked somewhere, at some point in the history of the multiverse, but you've been framed, son.
So far, 22+ groups of rapists have been rewarded with a complete committal of their sentence, a torturer has been elevated, enough pony hatred has been espoused that Equestria may be in danger of windigoes and it's DUMBLEDORE that the author hates.
Oh boy...
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They have NOT had their sentences commuted. They were sentenced to exile, they are still exiled. They are simply exiled to a nicer place. Transferred from a maximum security prison to a minimum security prison if you will.
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A bit delayed but an answer. Cadence was Twilight’s babysitter for years before the pilot.
Twilight didn’t know about her brother & Cadence. I doubt that the rest of EQ was so oblivious.
You will notice that Shining does NOT say “It’s impossible for me to be a father”
(Obviously, Chrysalis subbed at least occasionally & Clouded Hope might not be 11 years old)
As to “Why wouldn’t Cadence mention it to Celestia?” Do you discuss your sex life with your mother?
It wouldn’t seem suspicious to most folks that Cadence didn’t mention it.