There was a bright flash of light in Professor Dumbledore’s Office in Hogwarts. A purple pony with both wings and a horn touched down lightly on the floor as Fawkes glided to his roost. The pony’s eyes immediately sought out the wizard’s desk, and the locket on it. The alicorn propped herself against his desk and carefully examined the item, her horn and it glowing faintly purple.
Princess Twilight sighed, at once both happy and saddened. “Yes, it’s another one. The fourth. It fits the curve perfectly.” She looked up at him.
Sirius was switching back and forth, watching them, eyebrows raised curiously.
The Headmaster nodded. “I thought so. The final one should be a small golden cup with two finely-wrought handles. It should have a badger engraved on the side, with gems for eyes.” He gestured with his wand and a book flew from his library. He flipped it open to the marked page. “Like this.”
The two leaned closer.
“Helga Hufflepuff’s Cup!” exclaimed Sirius, looking from the picture to the wizard. “The Founder’s Cup?”
Albus nodded regretfully. “Just as the locket, here, is Slytherin’s Locket,” he said, flipping to another page.
Sirius glanced between the picture and the locket several times. He fell back, and landed heavily into the chair behind him. He shook his head disbelievingly. “Hufflepuff’s Cup and Slytherin’s Locket,” he murmured.
Albus gently nodded, grimacing. “I haven’t a clue as to where the Cup could be hidden.”
Sirius looked at the locket and pointed. “And what is that . . . magic . . . on it?”
Albus sighed. “A terrible piece work that should never have been cast.” He sighed. “Far too dangerous to allow to exist.” He gave a deeper sigh. “And the only remedy is to destroy the locket.” He gazed sadly at it.
Sirius just stared at him.
He almost didn’t say more, but Twilight had a hard look with narrowed eyes as she stared at him. He sighed again. “Soul magic of the foulest kind. I fear Voldemort has trespassed into realms he should have ignored.”
“Soul magic? Foulest kind?” Sirius’ brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed. He was obviously thinking deeply. His eyes abruptly shot wide-open and he sprang to his feet.
“Horcruxes!” he shouted, wild-eyed. “He actually made a horcrux?”
Albus looked at him, surprised. How had the wizard known of what he spoke?
Twilight turned to look at him. “He’s made five for sure,” she said calmly, “we’ve destroyed three, so far. One was the Gaunt family ring and the other Rowena Ravenclaw’s Tiara.”
Sirius stared at her aghast. Then collapsed bonelessly back into the armchair. “The daft idiot made horcruxes . . . horcruxes!” He shook his head disbelievingly and stared at the floor, thinking.
“You have heard of them?” Albus said cautiously.
“There’s a small book about them in the Black Library. Only a fool would create one. They change you.” Sirius shook his head.
He suddenly looked up, “Rowena Ravenclaw’s Tiara?”
It took another hour to bring him up to date on what they had discovered.
“Does he know when you destroy ones of these?”
Twilight and Albus exchanged glances.
“I don’t’ know. Potentially? Possibly? Probably?” Twilight said as she shrugged. “We don’t know for sure, but if he’s within a certain distance I would expect there to be some kind of sympathetic reaction.”
“We were more concerned with destroying the things as soon as we found them,” the Headmaster said. “That he might know when they are destroyed didn’t occur to us.”
“Perhaps we should do this in Equestria?” suggested Twilight.
“Taking it through the portal might create a wraith in Equestria,” suggested the Headmaster. “It did detect a certain animagi . . . ,” he said ruefully.
“Would the venom work the same in Equestria?” asked Sirius. “Or would it merely free the wraith?”
They lapsed into silence, thinking.
“Perhaps, if we were far enough away?” Albus proposed, glancing up at Fawkes.
Twilight looked up at the bird and shrugged. “Where would you suggest?” She paused, thinking, “New Zealand? The Auckland Islands?”
Albus’ eyes twinkled as he said, “There is a place in the Himalayas that might suit? It has some rather interesting charms protecting it that might also hide the locket’s destruction from detection.”
She momentarily glanced at Sirius, and shrugged. “One place is as good as another, as long as it is far enough away.” She hesitated. “Perhaps we should do this late at night, he might be less likely to notice if he’s resting.”
“Yes, that might be of assistance. If he’s possessing an animal or person, at the moment.”
Sirius made a wry expression, “And if he isn’t, we still don’t know that it will make a difference. But we really don’t have much in the way choices, now do we?”
Albus nodded and put the venom box back in his secret drawer. He turned and accio-ed a small box from his trinket shelf. He studied it carefully for a moment, then conjured a cushion inside it. Taking a quill, he quickly wrote a set of runes on each side of the box. Once that was done he floated the locket into the box and also placed it in his drawer.
As neither of them knew about the drawer, it was still safe under the fidelius. That it contained a horcrux and the remains of two others was incidental to the charm.
“Shall we meet in ten hours?” he suggested. “You can just floo-in, Sirius, and Princess Sparkle,” he looked at her, smiling, “perhaps you can ask your friend Philomena to bring you here? If she’s busy, I’ll ask Fawkes to do the honours.”
Twilight nodded. “While I’m here, do you mind if I drop in to see Lyra and Bon Bon? And visit with Harry if he’s not in class? I’d rather not impose upon Philomena or Fawkes more than absolutely necessary.” She glanced up at the bird and smiled.
Albus nodded, “That sounds delightful,” he said. He pulled a parchment from a drawer and wrote for a moment. “Here’s an excuse for Harry and the girls if your talk goes longer than you plan.”
“Oh! Thank you,” she said taking the parchment and placing it in her saddlebags.
He looked up at the wall with the Hogwarts map. “Bon Bon and Lyra,” he said. Two names on the map lit up. “Ah, they are in the library at present.” He gave Twilight a quick glance, then said, “Harry Potter.” Another spot on the map lit up. He nodded as a chart appeared beside the boy’s name. “And he is in Transfigurations right now, which lets out at one-fifty, then he is in Defence Against the Dark Arts until three.”
“Thank you,” Twilight said happily. She turned and trotted to the door, the handle glowing purple a moment as the door opened. They watched as the alicorn started to glide down the stairs.
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“Mum!” Harry shouted gleefully when he saw her waiting for him outside the D.A.D.A. classroom. They hugged each other as the others gathered around them.
Harry leaned back, and asked, “What brings you here today?” His face clouded slightly. “Is there a problem?”
She laughed lightly. “Nonsense! Do I need a reason?”
He hugged her tightly again.
“But Headmaster Dumbledore did call me to check something for him. We have to do something late tonight, after you all are asleep, so I figured, as long as I was here . . . ,” She looked down at him and arched an eyebrow.
He grinned back up at her. Then grabbed her hand and started down the corridor, going in the opposite direction one would have expected. “Come on,” he said, “I’ll show you Gryffindor Tower! There’s this really neat shortcut.”
At the intersection, they turned and soon they were out of sight of the non-Gryffindors. He stopped in front of a pastoral painting. He smirked and looked at her. “Watch this!”
A moment later, he was in the painting, waving energetically. “That Book-walking spell is really useful!” his tinny voice cried.
His mum stood there, a poleaxed expression on her face. Then she grinned.
“This is amazing,” she said, standing beside him and looking around. They were quickly joined by the rest of the First Year Gryffindor cohort, who were laughing.
“Yeah!” he said enthusiastically, “and with the wizard paintings you can run from one painting to the next, even if they’re on different floors, like this!” He ran to the side where she could see a shadow.
It took less than a minute for them to pop out of a painting down the corridor from the Gryffindor Common Room. “Didn’t want to use the one in the Common Room,” Harry explained, “we would have been seen, and then everyone would know.”
“This is marvellous!” his mum said. “How far can they reach?”
“I don’t know, for sure. One of the paintings told us that one of the previous Headmasters has a painting in London and can easily travel between here and there.” He screwed up his face in thought, “That’s about . . . three hundred thousand celestials?”
She stopped dead in front of the Fat Lady’s portrait. For a moment, she just stared. Finally, she said, “That’s farther than most ponies can teleport, and faster. And more convenient.”
“Yeah, but the paintings have to be linked, it’s a separate step.”
She looked at the group. “But with a wand, anypony could use it.” She worried her lower lip with her teeth. “Much more convenient than the floo-network. Not as simple as a telephone for communications. But for couriers . . . .”
Long used to his mum’s quirks, Harry and the fillies guided her through the Gryffindor painting entrance. The sudden attention of everyone in the Common Room broke her from her contemplations and brought her back to the moment.
To say Harry was proud to show his mum the Tower was an understatement. And the students in the Common Room were just as pleased to meet her. They had seen her several times, but never really very close. The older students took the opportunity to introduce themselves. Being able to name-drop that they had met Princess Sparkle could only help their careers.
Once she had had a good look around, they took over one corner and told her of the remarkable Quidditch game. And, in hushed whispers, told her of their discoveries regarding the Philosopher’s Stone.
“And we think Professor Snape is trying to steal the Stone,” Sweetie Belle concluded.
Her irritated expression was not what they had expected. “You don’t need to worry about the Stone,” she said, sweeping her narrowed eyes across the group.
They gulped, almost synchronized.
“Professor Snape is not after the Stone, and I’ve reviewed the protections. They are quite thorough.”
She stared at Harry and the fillies. “I don’t want you anywhere near that room or corridor. If you hear anything about the Stone or who wants to steal it, call for Philomenia, immediately! She’ll bring you to the castle. The wizard after the Stone is simply too powerful for you to handle, at all.”
They stared at her wide-eyed.
“Promise!” she ordered. “You’ll stay away from the Stone! And, you’ll contact me if you find out who is after it.”
Hermione looked crushed. Forbidden to solve a puzzle.
Harry and the fillies exchanged glances, then said, “We promise.”
She stared at them a moment, then firmly said, “Pinkie Promise.”
Harry leaned back a bit. His mum never asked for a Pinkie Promise! The others exchanged surprised and alarmed looks. They remembered the last time they had heard that promise.
Somewhat unsteadily, the four said, “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”
Under his mum’s steady stare, the other Gryffindors also promised.
She grinned happily and hugged Harry again.
Waiting barely a moment, she then reached into her purse and withdrew a small bag. “Almost forgot,” she said. “Here are those things you wanted me to make for your herd-mates.” She smirked at the last word.
The previous seriousness already forgotten — they were only Firsties, after all — Harry eagerly grabbed the bag and opened it. “Wonderful!” he exclaimed. “Was it hard to do?”
“Naw,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “You showed me the spells you were using and the book was a big help. Didn’t take more than an hour or so. The hardest part was getting the rings made, actually. It took a ridiculous amount of time for them to be delivered.”
“Oh, boy!” he said excitedly. He poured the contents onto the table. He was surprised at the mound of jewellery there. Recovering quickly, he pushed a ring to each of the fillies. “These are for you guys, they’ll detect any dangerous potions or spells in your food or things someone is trying to give you,” he explained. He handed another two to Hermione and Ginny. “That way we’ll never have to worry about potioned candy or spelled owl-mail hurtin’ us. I want to keep you guys safe.”
The rings were gold bands with six diamonds spaced around them.
“Put them on your index finger,” his mum instructed. “That way they’ll appear on your pastern bone when you’re ponies. Don’t worry about fit, they’ll resize when you put them on, and resize themselves as you grow.”
Hermione and Ginny moved slowly and placed them on their left hands, then held their hands at arm’s length to admire the new jewellery. The fillies watched, then followed the two witches’ example, and quickly put them on. All of them admired their new rings, as the rest of the Firstie-cohort oohed and ahhed around them
“Just hold the ring close to whatever it is you want to check. If there’s anything that could harm you, or with harmful intent, the ring will get warm and vibrate. And the diamonds will shine a bit brighter.” She sighed. “Couldn’t avoid that, the detection runes are on the ring and the diamonds drive them.”
He looked at the other rings still on the table — a good handful — then looked up at his mum.
She grinned and ruffled his hair. “I thought your other friends might like some protection, too.” She added with a smirk, “And not just your herd-mates.”
Harry blushed. “Muuumm!”
Neville looked down at the rings with an amazed expression. Then he looked back up at Twilight. “I can’t accept a gift like this without speaking with my Gran.”
Twilight rolled her eyes. “You’re a friend of Harry’s and the fillies. And if what Percy said is true, then you need protection, too.” She stopped and considered, her smile getting a bit bigger. “I know. You can pay a bit, a galleon, and buy them, if you want. Just give it to Harry later. How’s that?” She tilted her head questioningly. “That way, no one can say you are beholden to him, if that’s a concern.”
She smirked. “And if you want to keep it a secret,” she took out her wand and tapped the pile of rings. “Now, when you put it on, no one will notice it.” She looked at the five girls, who all shook their heads, no.
Ah. Harry hadn’t thought of that. Some of the Canterlot nobles were rather tricky that way, his mum had told him. There were some who viewed gifts as an obligation. He looked critically at the rings. Yes. Those probably would be expensive if someone had purchased them in a market. That his mum had made them simply made them precious to him.
Neville slowly nodded and picked up one ring looking at it.
Ginny reached over and grabbed a ring, handing it to Ron. “You’re my brother,” she said. “You’re getting one,” she added, firmly, in a no-nonsense tone.
Reluctantly, he took it.
Ginny grabbed the remaining rings off the table and began handing them out, stating clearly, “You’re our friends and we want you safe, so there aren’t any obligations. Right? And if you’re worried, just pay Harry a galleon.”
At dinner, in the evening, Harry noticed the sudden surge of interest around their end of the table at the new rings the girls were wearing. And the looks he garnered as the one who supplied them. He tried to ignore the attention and focused on his mum and eating. The girls were not reluctant to show off their new rings and how they were supposed to work. The twins were nice enough to provide a quick test with a piece of candy they left near their brother.
His mum thought it highly amusing.
The rest of the evening passed quickly as their friends shared stories with his mum. Homework could wait to another day, as, how often did you get to tell a princess about your family? Or hear her tell you about her adventures?
Far too soon, it seemed, they headed off to their beds.
۸-_-۸
Things quickly settled into the rut they had been in before the hols. Fortunately, out of sight meant out of mind, and the three fillies were more focused on magic than they were in finding their cutie marks. That the professors had upped the assignment load was also a factor.
Thank Celestia for small favours!
On an odd note, Hermione and Ginny seemed a lot more touchy-feely than they had been. It looked like the Valentine’s Day effect hadn’t worn off as he had thought it might. And the other girls in the school seemed to ignore him in equal measure, although a few looked at him mournfully. It was all a mystery to him.
The rings, though, were a big hit, he was relieved to see. All five girls took great delight in showing them off. Well, because it made them safer, he was all for it. The more people knew that he had given them rings against manipulation, the less he had to worry about. That his other friends had protection, albeit hidden from sight, was just a bonus.
In the meantime, Sweetie Belle and Neville continued to liven up potions class, to everyone’s dismay. Neville went through a period where one week he exploded his cauldron, the next week he melted it, and the third week it shattered like glass. While he lost points, the Gryffindors appreciated his efforts in that they had derailed Sweetie Belle’s potioneering efforts.
She still managed to get them to burp bubbles in their house colours. And while they didn’t fart rainbows, the brightly-coloured gases sure did signal who was at fault.
The Bubble Head charms should have prevented those incidents. But all they could guess was that the fumes from her portions permeated the classroom. As a result, when people left the class and dismissed the charms, they breathed in the residual fumes on their clothes.
Meanwhile, Professor Quirrell seemed to be getting paler and thinner. And Professor Snape seemed to pay him an inordinate amount of attention. It really did look as if Snape was pressuring the D.A.D.A. professor to do something. But it didn’t look as though the stuttering professor had given in, yet.
While they knew Hermione was obsessed with studying, it was only when she started drawing up study schedules and color-coding all her notes that Harry realized that she really was just like his mum. And, like his mum, she insisted that they all follow her lead in preparing for finals. “Exams,” she said, “are only ten weeks away!”
Ron’s objections were quickly shot down when she said, “That’s right! Only ten weeks! I should have started studying weeks ago! If we want to come back for second year, we have to pass these exams.” She continued ranting for several minutes, calling the mere idea of not studying, crazy.
Harry didn’t think it made that much of a difference however much they studied. With Book-walking, memorizing and understanding the theory behind magic wasn’t all that difficult. Even in potions, where knowing every step was critical, Book-walking reduced study time.
Now the professors seemed to concentrate their essays more on how to use what they had learned, rather than on just on what they knew. And that meant they had to study in more detail.
Thus it was they were in the library instead of their common room. They were digging deeper for books that had more information than their textbooks, rather than simply the same but in different words. Simply revising what they already had at hand would no longer suffice for a good grade.
Seeing Hagrid walk by was more than a small clue that something was up. The half-giant never showed his face in the library. That he was obviously trying to hide something behind his back was another clue that something was up.
He should have just shoved it in one of his moleskin overcoat’s pockets, Harry thought.
The three fillies were quick to notice.
“Hagrid!” they cried delightedly. “What brings you here?”
He looked decidedly uncomfortable. “Jes’ doin’ some research,” he said uncomfortably, his eyes shifting around evasively.
“Oooh! Is that a book on dragons,” exclaimed Scootaloo, dodging behind him as other two ran in front of him.
“Are you thinking of raising a dragon?” asked Sweetie Belle.
“Eggs are really hard to find,” added Apple Bloom.
“Mum might be able to help you,” said Harry, looking at the book Hagrid was hurriedly stuffing inside his coat.
“Shhhh!” Hagrid looked around quickly. He gave a sick smile to Madam Pince, who was staring at him disapprovingly. “Don’ go shoutin’ in the library, what’s the matter with yeh?”
“Isn’t that against the law?” half-whispered Hermione, frowning.
“Uh-huh,” whispered Ron, “Dragon breeding is illegal. Muggles notice when there’s a thirty-foot tall dragon in the back garden, you know! Beside, you can’t tame dragons. You should see Charlie’s burns from the ones in Romania.”
“What?” said Harry. “What do you mean taming dragons?” he hissed softly. “They’re ponies . . . people! Beside, Spike would never hurt anyone unless you attacked him. Only somepony really stupid would do that, anyway.” He looked over at Ron. “And your brother wouldn’t have been hurt if he had explained what he wanted to do.”
Ron looked at him like he was barmy. He got up and went off into the shelving, and returned a moment later with some books. He dropped them on the table. “Here,” he said, “read these.” Harry and the fillies stared at the books: Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland and From Egg to Inferno, A Dragon Keeper’s Guide.
Hagrid huffed and looked around, again. The half-giant was as subtle as a bludger to the head. “Come an’ see me later,” he muttered in not-quite a shout.
He was the opposite of Fluttershy in that what he thought was a normal tone came out double the volume of a normal person.
“I ain’t saying I’ll tell yeh anythin’, mind, but don’ go rabbitin’ about it in here.” He glanced around again. “I’m keepin’ it a secret, yeh know.”
“Later, then,” Harry said.
Hermione had already disappeared inside the book on English dragons, and Sweetie Belle was inside the other.
Hagrid, doing a poor job of looking like he wasn’t doing something he shouldn’t, shuffled off.
An hour later, with a few more dragon books on the table and a lot of Book-walking, Harry looked at Ron and the witches with wide eyes. “They’re . . . they’re . . . mindless beasts?” The three fillies had the same shocked expressions. Ron and Neville nodded.
“Dumbledore did say that Spike was inordinately well-spoken for a dragon, but he didn’t say they weren’t intelligent!” added Sweetie Belle in a shaken voice.
Just as shaken, Apple Bloom added, “George said they were dumb as bricks. I thought he was exaggerating ’cause he says the same thing about Crabbe and Goyle.”
“If they were smart, we could just tell ’em to stay hidden. Instead the Ministry has to keep putting spells on muggles who’ve spotted them, to make them forget,” responded Ron.
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That afternoon, they discovered that Hagrid had gotten his hands on a dragon-egg. Harry just stared at the black egg. It wasn’t as big as Spike’s egg had been, if mum was right about its size from all those years ago. But, then again, he was a human right now, and she had been a filly then, so being so much taller made things look smaller, maybe? Perhaps it was the same size?
“ ’Cor,” said Ron. He leaned over the fire for a closer look. “It must’ve cost a fortune!”
Hagrid nervously fiddled with his beard, “Well — er . . . well I won it, didn’t I? Had a game o’ cards down in Hogsmeade las’ night. There were a stranger in it, and he put up the egg as bet. He looked a bit relieved when he lost. He weren’t unhappy to lose, I think, ter be honest.”
“But what about when it’s hatched? What are you going to do with it?” said Hermione, reasonably.
Hagrid grinned. He pulled the book from the library out from under his pillow “I’ve bin readin’,” he said proudly. “Dragon Breeding for Pleasure and Profit,” he brandished the book. “Bit outta date.” He smirked. “But it’s all in here.” Then he explained how he intended to keep it warm, and what he wanted to feed it. He even claimed it was a rare Norwegian Ridgeback.
Hagrid looked delighted with himself, but Hermione and the fillies didn’t.
She and the fillies exchanged glances. “Hagrid,” she said, “you live in a wooden house.” The fillies nodded. They knew all about freely burning flames inside flammable structures. It was why the Town Hall, and several other structures, now had an indoor sprinkler system. Applejack even had a set in the homestead, cow, and hay barns.
They had learned a lot about plumbing while they were installing them as the hay-barn was being rebuilt, though. As punishments, that one had been kinda fun. And wet. But no cutie marks, unfortunately.
Ron and Harry just shrugged. It wasn’t their problem.
Hagrid ignored their comments about how dangerous a baby dragon was. Not even Harry’s stories that his mum had told him about the fires caused by Spike in Canterlot Castle — which was mostly stone — could convince him there would be problems. Harry wasn’t quite so sure about the hut’s chances of surviving such an incident intact.
Besides, the fireplace fire, if what mum had told him was correct, probably wouldn’t work very well. It didn’t have any magic in it like a dragon-mother’s flames would. Spike’s egg had hatched only because of the tremendous heat and magic her flare had produced.
Then Harry noticed that Hagrid’s wand was on the table, the tip suspiciously pointed at the fire.
Oh.
Well, at least if the dragon was with Hagrid, Harry didn’t have to worry about being set on fire in the corridors when the baby dragon was being walked and decided a good belch would make it feel better after eating.
There was still one maid in the castle in Canterlot who ran whenever she heard Spike’s claws hitting the floor, or she saw him. Harry had even seen her dive out an open second floor window, once. And she wasn’t even a pegasus.
She was quite good at clinging to the side of the castle, he had been told later. She even carried a rope, grappling hook, and pitons under her uniform.
Hermione — she couldn’t leave a puzzle alone — was quite pleased to find out that the Stone — and Hagrid had admitted it was the Philosopher’s Stone — was being guarded by more than just Fluffy.
That two of the professors tasked with the chore were Snape and Quirrell was not so pleasing.
“It doesn’t matter,” Harry interrupted. “We Pinkie Promised, remember? We’ll just tell a professor if anything happens.” And send a letter to his mum to make sure she knew of this.
He just shrugged as they looked at him. He had friends. He had family. He was rather happy with the status quo, and didn’t want any changes.
Stupid wizards. Always interfering in what he wanted to do.
Still. He had friends, unlike before. He smiled happily.
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Well this is going to end well as Voldermort. I think he is very aware something is seriously wrong and doesn't fully know yet. I am getting concerned that Harry is not recognizing that something is wrong because he keeps having unusual thoughts that are not good. Hopefully he has been keeping track of them and will tell Twilight soon.
It's Pinkie Promise, not Pinky.
Did... did Twilight just remove the kids from the one plotline they have any actual involvement in? Whelp they are officially inconsequential to the plot. Poor Harry from the main character to the background quite a demotion. Maybe if something ever actually happens with his weird thoughts he can be promoted back to main character status but Twilight has a nasty habit of keeping him away from the interesting story elements.
Seriously just make Twilight a PoV character already.
Might wanna correct your author's notes. The italicized portions are from Sorcerer's / Philosopher's Stone, not Order of the Phoenix.
Also, reasonable Twilight is reasonable. She's had enough scares for her adopted son here at Hogwarts already, she doesn't need him gallivanting off after a dangerous wizard / artifact. Using the Pinkie Promise (might wanna correct that spelling, too) will ensure that Harry and the CMC, at least, won't attempt to do anything. Because, as we all know:
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Why wouldn't she remove them from potentially being involved in this? At least, to the same extent as the original canon. She'd be an idiot to not figure out that if they knew about the stone and that someone was after it they would inevitably be involved.
oh its finally coming to a head!
now the diary is the remaining horcrux and will have to remain secret, more than ever. probably.
the next thing after that is pettigrew, but I wonder if voldemort will ever get a new body. doubtful, after i suppose the world will become more center stage in the story
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That’s the sort of thing that happens when you have adults who care about their kids . . . they try to keep them from harm. Unless their stupid, inattentive, or cruel. Which Twilight isn’t. Besides, we’ve already removed them the major plotlines of Chamber of Secrets, Prisoner of Azkaban, Order of the Phoenix, and Deathly Hallows.
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Yeah but now Harry has absolutely nothing to do with any of the plotlines in this story outside of slice of life fluff. Honestly why even make him the main character, to begin with? You'd have been better off just making Twilight the star from the very beginning. Twilight has the most impact on this story and is honestly its most important character yet she's not even a PoV character it's ridiculous.
Ron recommending a book. The most incredible thing happening in this fic so far.
Cute chapter!
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Nope. If that could happen, Spike would have become a mindless savage when on the human side of the portal.
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The problem I see people seem to be having is that you are removing the reasons Harry had for interacting with the main plot of the books. Since we do not have much indication of who from Equestria is going to be the main problem, we are left with looking at the canon sources. We have Voldermort being effectively neutered and we know that Umbridge cannot hope to stand up to Twilight. I think we need to see what Starlight Glimmer’s plan looks like in action before we know if it is going to work. Elly on the other hand just wants to be left alone. All we want to see who is going to be the main antagonist going forward or how Voldermort reclaimes his status as the main villain.
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Aren't you forgetting a certain 9-13 foot python?
Wasn't Hagrid proven innocent after they found the chamber of secrets as his pet spider didn't kill Myrtle?
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Either he didn't get the memo yet or he has been putting off getting a new wand.
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One can almost forget how demonic Pinkie can sound if you break a Pinkie Promise.
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that doesn't happen until later when he has someone killed after his body is restored.
so there are only 6 horcruxes right now.
Harry*, Diary, Diadem*, Locket*, Cup, Ring*
*indicates destroyed
Nagini is a Viper, Pythons (constrictors) don't have venomous bites. Nagini has not yet been made into one.
Can you imagine if Voldemort managed to make the 4 Horcruxes from the hogwarts four items, then managed to horcrux the deathly hallows? I would have to do a low whistle at that.
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For some reason I feel an opportunity to have Pinkie jump out yelling forever when the non Equestrian first years ask about what a Pinkie promise is was missed.
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She gets a even scarier if she thinks your going to break it and starts piping up from random locations she shouldn't be able to fit in hissing "forever".
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Said python was sealed in Tartarus, remember?
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I mean, they could still have magic related plots, like a personal search for a method of immortality, or something.
I wonder if sending Norbert to Equestria could make it more like Spike...
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Except there is some ambient magic around Equestria that could affect the mind of the dragons and ponies that could explain why even cows can talk in Equestria and not in Earth. Spike mind already grow thanks to the magic in Equestria so when he crossed the portal he did not turn into a savage.
9588042
It's pretty obvious with Elly and Starlight in the picture that other plot lines are in the works. And just because we've lost 4 of the 6 horcruxes doesn't mean Moldy Butt won't still try and make a power play out of desperation. He still has the trust of the faculty and access to Harry and the fillies. Anything could happen at this point.
9588122
Oops. Fixed.
9588115
Nagini? Depends on if she's a horcrux at this point in time.
I've always assumed the death of Frank Bryce during fourth year allowed 'ol Voldy to make her a horcrux.
Looks like Hermione and Ginny are embracing the pony mindset.
9588210
It was the murder of Bertha Jorkins that made Nagini a horcrux and that happened in 1994 so she is currently inconsequential.
9588151
Sorry to put this into an argument about Nagini's species, but vipers are on average only a few feet at best. Nagini was much bigger than that. From what I can tell there seems to be some ambiguity on her species, but she was definitely the size of a python but she had venom. My guess is that from this point, her species crosses into the realm of fiction as some sort of venomous python.
9588316
You’ll have to blame this one on J.K.R. being sloppy with her facts. She said, at least until the retcon of “Fantastic Beasts: TheCrimes of Grindelwald,'” that Nagini was the boa constrictor released from the zoo by Harry in Book 1. She said, it was obviously Voldie’s evil magic that gave the snake fangs and venom.
So, you can make the snake anything you want without worry.
9588316
Gorgio
9588328
Just saw this in recommended sorta mad this has slipped under my radar for so long. Anyways rowling was not just loose with the facts but flat out lying in some cases outside the books.
9588352
I think she's an animagus trapped in snake form. I also heard that moldy gave her the venom and fangs. Who knows how much of that is true. Its like 9588328 said: Rowling did not think some of her concepts through very well.
There are two of them? Geeze, I feel pity for her partner.
I really wonder whether there are dragons in the wild at all? Because I couldn't imagine how they could still being kept hidden all these time. At least something that big should have been spotted by satellite ages ago.
Anyone else have trouble following the ending of this chapter? Cuz Jeez that was hard to understand/follow imo
9588002
you never read the books, did you? Harry hates being in the limelight. he would happily be a background character. he was looking forward to watching the tournament because someone besides him would be in danger for once and noone could blame him for doing nothing. there is a reason fanfictions have Harry saying and I quote "I don't go looking for trouble. Trouble just always seems to find me." he doesn't want to be a part of the plot.
9588391
Rowling said a while ago that Nagini was the same snake Harry let loose when he was at the zoo. She thought it was strange that no one had figured that little gem out.
9588002
Harry Potter is in the set of stories about children that require all adult authority figures to be either absent¹, neglectful, (if not outright abusive), or untrustworthy. If you do a 'what if; that adds an adult who is present, neither abusive nor neglectful, and who is trusted by the children you cannot do the same plot.
It's like how Evangelion fics that replace Shinji with someone who has business being in a mecha cockpit have to radically diverge from Anno's plot/mental therapy or how having a Ranma that understands how relationships work short-circuits many of the conflicts in the manga.
9588457
Never try to investigate 'the Masquerade' too closely in any modern fantasy. Short of large scale mind control, it can't really work. At best you might be able to convince people that most of the stories they come across are fake, even if they know there really is a ghost up in the old Kipling place².
Just take it as a stock conceit, such as how all but the hardest space SF often allows for improbably effective drives.
1: Either literally, (e.g. dead, sick or missing), or unable to provide aid and supervision, (e.g. busy or constrained).
2: Sort of how things eventually worked for Scooby Doo. The Scooby Gang started their investigations because they really did encounter ghosts and magic, (as revealed in the TV movies).
9588687
Unfortunately she changed her mind and is now that women who was changed into a snake.
9588806
One thing I did like about the batman/Scooby movie was the "the perpetrators were really a chimp and a space alien."
9588002
But realistically, what business do they have there in the first place? They are children, just like all the others that go to Hogwarts that we don’t pay attention to because they are just living their lives and getting an education. They don’t know Flamel, it’s canon that Quirrell could have never gotten the Stone from the mirror because of his intentions for it, and what could three children have done against the tests set be a series of fully trained wizards if not entirely for plot convenience? Not only that, but if I remember correctly there’s an age line they could never have passed and Twilight did some magic on the trap door that would have made them unable to open it. At this point the only way the kids could get there is Elly’s shortcut, which they know nothing about and have no reason to suspect exists or look for. I would personally be perfectly content with Harry’s plot line turning into a Derpy’s Human-esque pure-slice-of-life-CMC-misadventure-having normal childhood.
9588151
I mean, the Gaunt ring was one of them, he’d just have been hard pressed to get the other two.
9588099
Not necessarily. He doesn’t become an ordinary dog in the EQG movies, he retains his intelligence.
You, sir, are quite Geographically literate. For those of you who don’t know (I’d assume not very many), New Zealand is a small nation about the size of the UK to the east of Australia and south of Fiji. We’re one of the first nations to see the new day, behind only Kribati, Tonga and Samoa. We are an ex-british nation and a member of the commonwealth. We are also highly developed. The Auckland islands are a small archipelago south of the southernmost main island, imaginitavely named the South Island. Interestingly enough (and you’d never guess this) the northernmost island is named the North Island, and holds the largest port and city, Auckland. The Auckland Islands are not part of the territory of the city. Actually interesting is the fact that if you define a city as having a population greater than a million, Auckland is the most isolated city in the world, however many others in the country such as Dunedin, Christchurch (you all should know this city) and Wellington, the capital.
Anyways, TL;DR I’m insanely patriotic and love going on pointless tangents.
I wonder if there will be some kind of magic surge that will make Norbert/Norberta hatch as an intelligent dragon as if she'd been born in Equestria?
I wonder if the Bloodstone Scepter would work on dragons of Earth? That might be interesting to explore sometime.
9588986
I was familiar with New Zealand before, but the Auckland Islands were a new one.
9588940
It's amazing how many people seem to miss my point. Harry currently has no role in any of the major plotlines in this story despite the fact that he's supposed to be the main character. To make matters worse he has no real agency in the plot either. I don't care if it's reasonable for Twilight to keep them from danger the point is why is Harry the main character of this story if Twilight is the one whose actions consistently move the story forward in any interesting way.
Even in the slice of life stuff, Harry doesn't actually contribute to the plot all he does is react to what others do so why make him the main character while continuing to ignore the fact that the story would be much better off with Twilight as a PoV character if not the de facto main character.
9588687
She never bothered to look up snakes and thus never knew that boa constrictors do not have either fangs or venom. Sloppy research.
9589516
Ah. I understand. If I had to guess I’d say it’s because, while everything on the Equestria/Muggle/Wizard side is driven primarily by Twilight, Harry’s POV sort of shows how things reflect onto him, but also lets us keep pace with where things fall in the time of the book. We’re closing on the end of the first year anyway. All that’s really left is dealing with Norbert, the ensuing detention, seeing the unicorn and meeting the Centaurs, exams, and getting the stone.
I’m really interested in Lyra and Bon-Bon at this point, since they’ve made input to Dumbledore with no results from it (that we’ve been shown) and Twilight met with them on the same day as the rest of this chapter.
However, since Dumbledore and Elly’s plans sort of hinge on the Summer, I’m guessing there will be at least one sequel to this, otherwise I have very little idea on how we’re going to get the Diary from Malfoy Manor and the Cup from the Lestrange vault. But if there is a sequel it will probably involve a series of time skips.
9589516
Ya know, it worked for 3-CPO and R2-D2. It will work for Harry Potter.
This is probably me being nitpicky, but did they fix Hargrids Wand in an earlier chapter? In the books they destroyed his wand after his expulsion from, Hogwarts, it was them implied the pieces were later turned into Hagrids Pink Umbrella.
I haven't really got a leg to stand on since I forgot John Major was a conservative, But I feel the need to ask.
9590288
If I remember right a badly damaged wand, or in Hagrid's case completely broken, can't be repaired. Most likely he just got a new wand.