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// Prologue: What kind of Port Key is this? 
// Story: Fantastic Ponies and Where They Live 
// by SpiritD3t3ctiv3 
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What is an adventure without curiosity? This is a concept that was held in high regards by Newt Scamander, Magizoologist, former student from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and past member of Hufflepuff House. A chaser; that’s what he had called himself. He had chased after knowledge, in the hopes of learning more about the amazing magical creatures of Earth and educating his fellow wizards about them as well. His travels led him to the deepest and darkest part of the Congo in Africa, where he planned on tracking down two of Africa’s most infamous legends, the Kongamato and Mokele-Mbembe. For a while, it was a quite enjoyable trip. Until, of course, he ran into some trouble with the locals.





May 1926

With his suitcase gripped tightly in his hand, Newt ran down the vegetation covered path as arrows and long, stone tipped spears flew past him. His Bowtruckle, affectionately named Pickett, peeked out from beneath his coat’s lapel and started conversing with him in a serious of clicks and squeaks that only he understood.

“It’s not MY fault”! He replied hastily in his British accent, “I knocked over ONE sacred monument and it’s all OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!! It seems like a bit of an overreaction if you ask me”.

The young wizard let out a slight yelp as one of the arrows soared onto the side of his suitcase. After quickly removing it, he quickly started to pick up the pace. He came to a stop as he came upon a large river in front of him. As he heard the encroaching shouts and footsteps of the locals behind him, Newt started to his right. With the natives growing closer, and their aim beginning to improve, Newt put whatever energy he had into his legs. It was wasted as he came to the edge of a cliff and saw that the river ran down the edge, making a waterfall. 

There were rare moments in his life where Newt had to act quickly and act fast and this happened to be one of them. He knew he couldn’t hide in his suitcase because the natives would just take it back with them and where would that leave him? Back where he started, but in a much tighter spot than last time. He looked around to see what resources he had. He had his wand with him, but he doubted that even a wizard with much more experience than him would be up to the task of hexing and stunning over 50 angry natives. To add to that, Wiseacre’s Wizarding Equipment and the Quality Quidditch Supply shop were thousands of miles away and back in England, so there was no chance of there being any brooms or floo powder nearby.

Just as he was on the verge of accepting his untimely, and somewhat grizzly, demise at the hands of a bunch of natives that had gone to spare, there was a bright glimmer that appeared in the corner of his eyes. Upon rotating his head ninety degrees, he saw there was something shining in the knot of a baobab tree. He quickly pulled out his wand and stuck the tip inside the knot.
“Lumos”, he said, invoking the Wand-Light charm.

As the tip of his wand glowed and the dark inside of the knot glowed, Newt saw the object inside; A silver horseshoe with two Alicorns, one of a light color and one of a darker color, circling the sun and moon. For a moment, Newt had no idea what a horseshoe would be doing in a tree in the middle of the African Congo. Suddenly, it dawned on him; the object before him was none other than a port key.

As a warm feeling of relief swept over him, he quickly grabbed onto the portkey, hoping that it was the right time for its activation. Feeling the world around him begin to spin, he knew that fate was on his side. Within seconds, he was swirling around in a bright vortex, with Pickett squealing with fright from beneath his lapel. 

“Don’t worry, Pickett”! He exclaimed reassuringly, “Soon we’ll be…huh? What”???

His attention was directed to a strange sensation he felt in his free hand. As he looked at it, he saw his entire hand was beginning to glow. It gave him a strange tingling sensation as the strange glow travelled up his arm. Soon enough it spread all over his body until the bright light began to overtake his vision. Just as he was blinded by the light, everything suddenly went black.




As the former member of Hufflepuff house slowly opened his eyes, he was greeted by the image of a shadowy canopy and the various sounds of strange creatures’ bellowing out mating calls and whatnot. His head was throbbing as if he had been run over by a Erumpent or worse, knocked out by a Nundu’s breath. As he rubbed his temples, he immediately noticed an odd sensation. Instead of the quintuple feeling of fingers running through his hair, he felt a singular point. In fact, he couldn’t even feel his fingers at all. Slowly, as he lifted what he had originally assumed to be his hands into view, he was shocked to find two light orange hooves had taken their place.

Looking around, he saw a small pond nearby. Upon crawling over to the small body of water and peering down into it to see himself, his shock came into fruition as he saw himself. What he saw in his reflection was not a human, but a light orange furred unicorn in its place. 

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH”!!!!!!!!!!!

As he screamed in terror, Pickett peeked out from behind Newt’s coat lapel and attempted to sooth his owner with words, or rather squeaks, of comfort. Newt stopped screaming as he heard his Bowtruckle speak to him. He nodded in reply as he took a deep breath and examined himself. Save for his pants and boots, he still had the rest of his clothes on, consisting of his blue coat, yellow vest, white shirt, and bowtie. Light orange fur had covered his skin and his hands and feet had been replaced with hooves. There was a horn about six inches long protruding from his forehead. Finally, as the wacky cherry on top of the bizarre sundae, he had a tail; a long, bushy, orange tail the same color of his hair, which would technically now be his mane.

Fortunately, he had studied unicorns enough to know their diet, biology, and basically everything else unicorn related. The only thing he didn’t know was his current location, except that it was nowhere on Earth. Everything he would need to know would soon be revealed to him.

“Well, Pickett”, he said, standing up straight, “We won’t get anywhere if we stand here and dilly dally all day now, will we? What say we do some exploring”?

Pickett nodded and chirped in reply. With a nod, Newt looked around and found his suitcase resting at the base of a tree. Slowly, Newt started over to it, doing his best to adjust to walking on all fours. It was one thing to walk on all four limbs when you were approaching an animal to gain its trust, it was different when you had to do it daily. Luckily, with a slow and steady approach, Newt managed to walk, or in this case trot, over to his case with no problem.

As he reached over to grab it, there suddenly came a loud rustling from the bush nearby. Newt was a little scared at first, but only at first. Because as a Magizoologist, he knew had to keep a calm head when dealing with a new, and potentially hazardous, creature that was magic or otherwise. He soon realized he had nothing to fear as a little white rabbit hopped out from the bush and looked up at him with curiosity.

“Hello there”, Newt said warmly, “What’s your name”?