Harry Potter and the Little Pony Problem
School Daze
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It felt so good to be back at Hogwarts, even with the news that Sirius Black was trying to kill him and not knowing what Voldemort was planning this year. At least he did not have to explain the events of the last week or the equine creatures who caused them to his aunt and uncle, because Minister Fudge had used his position to cover for him, and undoubtedly the Obliviators modified the memory of all Muggles involved.
After the new First Years had been sorted, everyone had tucked into a magnificent meal which could not compare at all with the scraps he had to eat at home. All of his friends had stories about their summer vacations, with all of the places they had gone and their exciting family activities, leaving Harry mostly quiet while eating until he could not handle another bite, then stuffing a few dinner rolls into the pockets of his perfectly tailored robe for a midnight snack.
If not for the comfortable school robe and the completed homework he had jammed into his trunk, Harry could have believed the little ponies were just some sort of dream. He was looking forward to telling his friends all about them.
Later. Sometime when he had earplugs for Hermonie’s reaction, preferably.
For now, he just wanted to enjoy his time back in school and revel in the feeling of being surrounded by friends who had fingers and toes. Even though he wanted to stay up talking at the dinner table until far too late, the prefects collected the students from each House and sent them off to their bedrooms, where Harry finally changed into his pajamas and slipped under the covers. There was a long year of school ahead of him, and he could not be more prepared.
After a few minutes with the lights out, Harry became aware of something moving on his pillow. At first he thought it might be one of the other students’ pygmy puff, but when he peered into the darkness, he saw a familiar set of golden eyes looking back.
A very small set of eyes.
“Sorry,” whispered Lyra. “It was cold in the trunk. And I didn’t bring anypony along,” she added quickly. “Just me. It would be nice to have my friends here, but I know how much trouble we caused.” She pouted in the shadows of his bed curtains. “You don’t mind me sneaking here with you, do you?”
Harry thought about all the terrifying things he had faced at Hogwarts. Tiny curious unicorns who played the harp and helped with homework were far, far down on the list. He scooted over and left her part of his pillow while settling down to sleep. “No,” he mumbled. “Just tell me before Hermione sees you. I need time to get my earplugs in before the screaming starts.”