~~~~~~~~~~~O~~~~~~~~~~~ 1st Pony POV – Rose Evans ~~~~~~~~~~~O~~~~~~~~~~~
Falling asleep that night left me as expected with a nightmare, but thankfully, princess Luna come to the rescue.
“And that is why isolating oneself from the outside world to the point that you think you can win in a gunfight with a wand is stupid.” I concluded what I felt were my bi-daily stupidity reports. It says a lot about the kind of society wizards have that I, a 12 years old cartoon-looking pony who is physically 8 years old, can give concise reasons what is wrong with the society, isn’t it?
“I understand your dismay, but you must also understand that girl was still a child, and being sheltered in that secret society must also make it hard to understand such things.” Stated Luna, she had over our time together learned how to speak in modern English. Nothing against her but talking like the King James V bible isn’t good for anyone’s mind.
“I know but… Earth has guns. Hell, I’m like 99% sure there are at least a dozen wizards killed every year in the US from gang fights or shit like that. Their gun laws are less restrictive, or so it seems to me at least, than here in the Wasteland.” I stated, feeling more than a little annoyed at the sheer ignorance of wizards at times. I read the whole book for Muggle studies from someone attending that class.
“How? There are no laws in the Wasteland regarding gun ownership.” Asked Luna, feeling clearly a bit confused by my wording.
“Yeah, but in the US it is literally a public RIGHT to own a gun for no other reason than owning a gun. There are, in fact, more guns in private circulation, than there are people living in the US.” I stated and got the most gobsmacked look from her that I had ever seen.
“That can’t be good for a country that isn’t in constant threat from hostile raiders.” She muttered, and I smiled a bit, she had a point.
“They have a couple hundred school shootings a year from what I heard, I never went there myself but with guns being more a status symbol than anything… well it’s not surprising that they’d have trouble.” I admitted, sighing as I thought about how messed up that was. I could also see how the US would probably look after a similar war to the Last Day, probably wouldn’t do as well as Equestria did though.
“Well, I believe we should not tardy any more for this night Rose, I am curious how your first lessons on Arithmancy and Runes will work with my teachings though.” Stated Luna and I smiled widely as she decided we would skip ahead to tonight’s lesson on magic.
We had been working on Talisman creation to the best of her, admittedly very advanced, abilities to teach. She didn’t have nearly the amount of experience Celestia had, as she had been telling me for weeks now, but in my eyes she was certainly a fantastic teacher. Too bad nobody else could learn under her since, apparently, something on the moon happened and she was left jettisoned back to Equestria and was now bound to my dreamscape or something.
Seriously, magic is weird.
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When I woke up it was 6:49 AM, though to me it had been almost two days in the dream.
It was a benefit of having a master of dreams inhabiting your dreams, she can accelerate time perception inside so that more time passes in the dream than outside of it, though she refused to accelerate it beyond this speed for the sake of keeping me from going mad or something. I wasn’t entirely sure, but it did mean I kept getting days worth of lessons every night and was progressing steadily forward in my studies.
Anyway, I took a shower first thing in the morning, drying myself with a simple drying spell and then, at 7:12 AM, went to the common room with my book on Ancient Runes for a bit of studying ahead of schedule, I had already gone through the whole thing but was repeating my reading of it to ensure I had it memorized. Luna was helping me in that regard.
The fact I was being compared to Twilight Sparkle at this point was… a bit weird, I hadn’t been this studious in the past, but the idea of making things that could help others? Create devices that made magic more accessible? Remove the boundary of mundane and magic? Yeah, that was something I wished to be able to do. Not only that, but ideas were swirling around in my head, after all: Magic was everywhere in radiation, what could we do with that?
Sadly, the Ancient Runes textbook (meant for third years so first year of taking the class) wasn’t very advanced, but it gave me a decent understanding of the runes. I hoped that Luna and me could figure something out from that information and her own magical know-how one of these days, it was similar enough to Pattern Scribing that she was able to work with it somewhat.
“Hey Rose, what are you reading?” I looked up, seeing Neville and Ginny coming down from the boy’s dormitory.
“It’s a new textbook I need to study for classes, I got permission to attend two electives early you see?” I asked, lifting the book a bit to show them.
“Ancient Runes? Why would you want something that complicated?” Asked Neville confused and I giggled a bit at that as Ginny was trying to get his tail through the opening in the barding.
“Because I want to, well, basically become a aritfact manufacturer, someone who makes magical items. I’ve been studying Pattern Scribing, the method by which ponies make Talismans which is an adaptation of Glyphing from the Zebra culture, for the same reason. If I can figure out how to combine them through Arithmancy in an effective hybrid system, I may be able to make things greater than the two forms individually.” I explained, smiling as I sat down the book.
“Wait, so you want to make things like those Pip-Bucks?” Asked Ginny, getting his tail through and lifting a loose… Pip-Buck.
“Ginny, how do you hold that Pip-Buck? You have hooves?” I asked, a bit stumped at the sight before me as the colt blinked a bit surprised.
“Ah, I don’t know? I just wanted to lift it up. Also, can someone help me put it on? I can’t do it with one hand, uh, hoof I mean?” Asked Ginny and I sighed before casting my Telekinesis and fastening the device to his leg with it.
“There you go, though I do remember Pegasi using their wings like arms a bit? Apparently the feathers can do that but I haven’t figured out the trick yet.” I stated, stretching out my wings to make a point with them. It was just a kind of weird thing to think about, grabbing stuff with wings. I had gotten pretty used to telekinesis for most of my grabbing needs.
“Well, what about magic? I saw you use some during the feast?” Asked Ginny, cocking his head to the side as he sat down and mulled that over.
“Well, there are two options and I imagine at least one will be taught right away, that’s either Pony Telekinesis which is basically the simplest spell they have, or the Locomotor charm, which is better for fine control quite so much concentration. Wizardry seems to be a lot more simplified than pony magic since we have standardized spells that work automatically, but it is also more rigid. Pony magic meanwhile is more intuitive but needs you to also learn how to perform the spells manually, constructing them basically.” I explained, it was a bit complicated and I wasn’t the right pony to try and teach this stuff.
We continued talking like that to kill some time while the rest woke up or we had to get to breakfast, as the day was free we didn’t have to hurry so much. I eventually showed Ginny how to operate the Pip-Buck and he decided to turn on the radio. To DJ-Pon3.
“Hello hello my little ponies! It’s a beautiful morning in the Wasteland with a clear sky as I hear from West to East! And I’m you’re host, DJ-Pon3, bringing you the news! First, the otherworldly magic school of Hogwarts has opened it’s halls for new students today, with first year students from their home world as well as of surrounding areas! What’s more, Fluttershy, the former Ministry Mare restored from a tree a few weeks ago, has joined the school as a new teacher!” I was a bit surprised that we had made the news like this, but then DJ-Pon3 had been interested at least.
“In other news, negotiations with Sparkle City have been once again fruitless. The NCR’s Trade Embargo is holding strong but Mayor MacDonough still refuses to lift his prohibitions against Ghouls as the NCR’s requirements for trade demand. Mayor Hancook of Goodneighbor has been reported as quite vocal against MacDonough’s unreasonable attitude.” I frowned, I heard about what was goingo n in Sparkle City, the place was racist that was for sure and as Hogwarts was a NCR territory, something they refused to become due to the Ghoul Equality Act, trade was… not happening. Not directly anyway.
“In more positive news, at least for the Alicorn Race, for the rest of us that depends on who you ask, we have the first confirmed case of a pregnant Alicorn mare. She was impregnated by a Alicorn stallion who had taken a Hogwarts potion for this and they’re currently expecting what is expected to be a colt. So, Shining Glide and Valiant Heart, congratulations from me!” I blinked, I recognized the names, those were the Alicorn mare and the newly made Stallion who had, erm, gotten it on right after testing the potion on the latter.
“Hey, Rose?” I looked up to Ginny as the DJ plucked in a song by Velvet Remedy. “What’s going on at Sparkle City? What do they have against Ghouls?” Asked Ginny and I sighed, there was a can of worms if I had ever seen one.
We still had some time luckily.
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At breakfast things were less tense.
The primary topic going around were the various new classes we would have and what may be done about Hogsmeade weekends, which was a third year thing so not too interesting to us. There was naturally the option to go to the town on schoolgrounds.
Anyway, I was quite happy to leave the explaining of things to the Prefects, whose job it was to begin with so, yay for me! But seriously, I was the last pony you wanted to play teacher, I was getting kinda studious, sure, but how do you explain Equestrian magic theory when you had been learning by trial and error the more basic stuff, and gotten only at the higher level proper teaching? Not to mention that I wasn’t comfortable with trying to teach the first-years how to do spells for their year.
At the head table, Lockhart was harassing Professor Fluttershy who looked ready to punch him. Given what I had seen of the mare, that was an accomplishment if nothing else. The fact that his upright sitting indicated he was a half-blood kind of gave me a sour taste in my mouth, I really couldn’t stand the guy at all with his pompous attitude.
In other news, Free Life, or Professor Free Life I guess, was attending breakfast and was conversing with Professor Hailing. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but they seemed in agreement on something or another. There were also some graduates from last year around, wearing the uniforms of the Minutemares even though they had the bodies as young as all but six of the students.
You can tell which ones weren’t the same age I assume?
“Here are your schedules.” Stated Professor McGonnagal as she walked to us, handing out papers with the schedules for everyone. She then turned to me. “Miss Evans, please meet me in my office after Breakfast, understood?” She asked and I nodded, a bit confused as I tucked my schedule into my saddlebags for the sake of keeping them clean. They even had a plastic cover around them that looked like it had been vacuum sealed before the opening was melted shut.
“So, why does professor McGonnagal want to see you?” Asked Rainy, sounding confused and I shrugged.
“No idea, maybe it has to do with scheduling issues? I did want to start some electives early after all.” I stated. It made sense to me, we had a full day cut out of the normal schedule for the new classes after all so the time table had to be rather tight in places.
Anyway, I finished my breakfast then headed to where I knew Professor McGonnagal’s office to be. Last year had taught me that, by the way. Reaching it I stood up to knock and on a call to enter, I did so. “You wanted to see me, Professor?” I asked, closing the door behind me.
“Ah, miss Evans yes.” Stated the professor, putting down some papers. I had to wonder what they were about but I didn’t press the issue. “Please take a seat.” She stated and I followed her instructions, though was just tall enough to look over the desk at her. “Now, I did see you didn’t look at your schedule yet, correct?” Asked the professor and I nodded, making her sigh.
“Very well then, I will be blunt. Scheduling with your request in mind didn’t work out, but due to the increased size of our student body neither does the usual way we handle classes.” Stated the professor before placing a strange device on the desk. It was a crystalball with a number of rings around it and a dial or something at the top. It was attached to a small band which I could tell was meant to be worn around the upper arm/leg.
“This, is the solution we have found.” Stated the professor, sighing as she looked me in the eye. “This device is a Time Turner, a magical artifact which permits limited time travel. We acquired some of them and were able to produce more, particularly this modified version. It can’t change the past however.” Stated the professor before pushing it to me.
“So… what do I do with it?” I asked, not quite sure what to think about it.
“Use it to attend classes, obviously. You can see on the time table where classes would overlap, you will be attending classes for Arithmancy and Ancient Runes along with third year Gryffindors and I expect you to do well in that class, Rose Evans-Heartstrings.” Stated the professor and I gulped, barely anyone used my full new name, which included my adopted mom’s last name along with my mom’s maiden name now.
“Understood ma’am.” I stated, gulping with some nervousness, this was quite a burden.
“Good, see to it that you do so. Also, miss Evans? If you abuse this privilege then you will be lucky if you only get detention until the end of your sixth school year. Do I make myself clear?” She asked and I nodded, I could tell that she wasn’t going to be lenient on this.
The next five minutes was spent with her explaining to me the way the device was operated, turning the dial a number of times until I had turned it enough to charge up the time travel to a certain number of minutes. I was supposed to use this to go to several classes and only for that, though I had permission to also use this in case of needing some rest from the enhanced schedule, and yes, homework was permitted to be a reason.
“This is a whole lot more lenient than I thought, professor.” I remarked, cocking my head to the side and got a chuckle out of the young mare.
“Maybe, but I wanted to make sure you do not collapse from your own studies. I am expecting good results miss Evans, and don’t let the Weasley Twins get their hooves on this or else you will be punished as if you had abused it.” She informed me and I nodded, a bit nervous but still strapped it to my upper left foreleg in a way that my wing would cover it while I was on the ground. Notably the Time Turner come with preset buttons to adjust the dial to 10, 20, 30, 40,50 and 60 minutes travel. It was kind of convenient.
Best of all, if I held the dial while pressing the buttons multiple times, I could get even more mileage out of it.
That was… kind of broken.
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To my surprise the senior students had, after this meeting, decided to rope me into a demonstration.
By having me shoot a plate of Raptor-class Cloudship armor to pieces with a Minigun. “And that’s why if the gun’s spinning, you start the fuck running.” I concluded after my gun slowed down it’s spinning, the barrels had gotten a bit red with heat to be honest.
“God Damn, and Muggles have that?” Asked a Slytherin third year, looking terrified. He had been around to see what this was about.
“Erm, not exactly, this thing’s far too heavy to be carried by a human without their own form of Power Armor I think. In fact I’m pretty sure a normal Battlesaddle wouldn’t work either. But they have guns like this mounted in turrets on their ships and probably some trucks too, and a lot more guns with comparable shot-by-shot firepower if not the volume.” I explained, which caused a few of them to feint.
“Um, miss Evans?” Asked one of the fillies from the Wasteland, she was a Pegasus filly with the Dashite symbol, though not burnt in, still drawn on her flank. I wasn’t sure what that meant.
“Yes?” I asked, no I don’t know her name, there were close to 200 first year students here so… yeah.
“I heard someone say humans have weapons like Balefirebombs, are they common?” Asked the filly and I blinked, that was morbid bit of information to give a foal.
“Yes humans have weapons similar in devastation and power, they’re called nuclear bombs. They’re non-magical and instead create the explosive energy by splitting atoms in a chain reaction. As for how common they are, well, there are a lot of countries that have nuclear Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles, or just ICBM. Two of the strongest had an arms race after their invention and have a couple thousand between them I think.” I explained and shudders went through the various foals.
“Don’t worry, I don’t think anyone will start a nuclear war on Earth for plain old survival’s sake.” I stated, shrugging. It made no sense to me why anyone would want a nuclear war, what with everything being nuked if that happened and all that. Earth had way too many nukes. So unless some megalomaniac got into power and decided that he wanted to destroy everything that disagreed with him, Earth was safe.
Admittedly I had heard about how around my time of birth the Americans got a bit Hyper-Religious, decreeing just about anything that wasn’t Bible compliant as demonic but… well so far they hadn’t devolved into a Theocracy, which was the most likely scenario that would lead to them starting a nuclear war with the Soviet Union kind of broken apart now.
Religion was really not a great thing to have involved in the government, that’s how we ended up with 99% of all cultures looked at by Christians being exterminated and surplanted by enforced Christian religiosity. Exhibit A being Celtic believes, Exhibit B being “Name a European Pre-Christian Culture” and Exhibit C being “Name a Native American Culture from Meso-America”.
So yeah, I don’t have the greatest of opinions on Organized Religion, particularly the Christian religion and it’s subsidiary religions. Yeah, I am talking about everything related to the Abrahamic Religions, including Islam, Catholicism, Protestantism, Mormonism and whatever other names the thing had bred like Cancer due to fanatics, psychos and just plain frauds.
Anyway, after the demonstration I left for the library to check out any more books I could find on my early electives collection. Madam Pince gave me quite a weird look when I asked about Arithmancy and Ancient Runes books, but relented when I gave her a note from Professor McGonnagal on my early attendance of those as well as showing her my notebook.
As for books, there were quite a few though she refused to give me any of the more advanced materials, though some basic runic introductory materials were allowed. Those dealt mostly with the basic mechanics that were employed by Artificers, which were those who made use of runes in permanent or at least long-lasting enchantments.
Naturally this was largely theoretical and the most I would learn was the practical application of spells to create heating items or water purification enchantments, and naturally the all beloved magical light stone which was basically Lumos in a box. However, those were already plenty for building my basic understanding so… yeah.
Additionally, Arithmancy books I had access to only reached the point of explaining the methods of the mathematics involved, not much in practical terms though I would be working with Luna on those, her being way older than myself and far more learned in such matters. Also, I had purchased a high-grade calculator with all kinds of mathematical tools so… yeah. Way more useful that way.
I was hoping I would be able to use these basics in combination with what I was learning from Luna to make my own, improved version of the Pip-Buck, create add-ons or just upgrade the thing. She did mention that she wasn’t an expert on the technological side but how many were?
Worst case scenario, I would check if there were any technicians around in Ponevac.
~~~~~~~~~~~O~~~~~~~~~~~ Omake: Marriage Law Rejection ~~~~~~~~~~~O~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~O~~~~~~~~~~~ Time: Breakfast, First Day of School ~~~~~~~~~~~O~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~O~~~~~~~~~~~ Note: This is non-canon. ~~~~~~~~~~~O~~~~~~~~~~~
It was quite strange, I decided, when an unknown Barn Owl flew in through the window.
Now, normally this wouldn’t be odd, many of the students got mail from their parents through owls. I had a pet mail owl named Hedwig who was still confused by my new form.
However, this also meant I visited the Owlery on a semi-regular basis, so I had quite some familiarity with the owls there and truth be told, they didn’t get to deliver much mail with our main connection being that mirror and the Wasteland being too dangerous to use them for that.
This owl, noticeably, was unsteady and collapsed not long after landing and a quick use of my Pip-Buck told me there was damage from Radiation. That was washed out by the wards sure, but the damage to the owl’s cells was there.
The owl was taken to miss Fluttershy after that to be treated, her being the new teacher for Care for Magical Creatures and all that, while the letter was left to me. Said letter had been addressed to Harry Potter, and had the seal of the Ministry of Magic on it.
As for the contents…
“Rainy, since when is the Minister of Magic a “Dolores Umbridge”? And why is she trying to marry me off to some pureblood girl?” I asked, genuinely puzzled since, well, my name had been changed officially to Rose Evans, the letter described a law that required all marriable age witches and wizards to comply if they were available, which appeared to be everyone regardless of marrital status.
There were threats of Auror retrieval, repercussions and the like. Basically, it was a letter about a law so asinine that I could feel Luna cringing in my dreamscape and hear the creaking of bones as the Ministry Mares who were dead turned in their graves from how cringe worthy that was.
Like, who wrote this law? Who in their right mind thought codifying a law this asinine could be, in any way, succeed? I could tell that anyone who this applied to would probably flee the country. And then the date struck me. 2006, 14 years in the future.
“It’s from another timeline.” I muttered, realizing the implication of this before retrieving a parchment and balloint pen (yes I have common sense) before starting to write the response letter.
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Dear Ministry of Magic…
I'm not sure how I can put this but I believe you got the wrong timeline. Somehow. First of all, while I was Harry Potter I've changed my name a few months ago, and I'm currently 12 years old and in my second year at Hogwarts.
We had a bit of an accident and you would know that if you were the Ministry of Magic from our timeline, because Hogwarts got shunted into another reality, the Equestrian Wasteland because I... kind of shattered the Philosopher's Stone. Don't ask me how that works, as I said I'm a second year student.
Now, a few problems arise with you trying to marry me off to Ginny Weasley, who is 11 years old and attending Hogwarts as we speak, since we managed to make a connection to the Earth of our timeline. If you don't understand what that means, which I wouldn't be surprised by, ask a Muggle-born to ask their parents or a former Muggle teacher, what "String Theory" is, but to put it simple it's like this: Time isn't linear, each decision or event creates a branch in the timeline with every outcome creating a new branch.
This is as opposed to different realities, which is what happened to Hogwarts as the Wasteland isn't Earth, the world is called Equus. Don't ask me why, the only ponies who know died like 201 years ago and I can't ask Luna until I fall asleep tonight.
Oh yeah, I should mention this. I'm no longer human. Or male. In fact I'm physically not even 12 years old, I'm more 8 or 9 years old in physical age.
Why? Magic.
Anyway, I'm Rose Evans now, I'm a Alicorn which is a Pony, which yes, is a equine species divided into three tribes generally, those being Earth Ponies, Pegasi and Unicorns. Alicorns like myself, Hermione, Ron, Hagrid, Argus Filch and Myrtle Warrens, or as we are now that is, are a fourth variant which combines the abilities of the above three variants. Now, technically Alicorns have become a bit of a race of their own, at least they are starting to reproduce now which they can only do because we had a gender change potion, no idea if you have that one too.
Doesn't work on us, we tried. Even tried on those who haven't turned into Alicorns like Professor Dumbledore or Draco Malfoy. Those of us who got sent to Equus during the event that brought Hogwarts here literally can't be changed from our current state.
Anyway, even if I was to go to your world, as far as I know I'd be turned into the same Anthropomorphic form that I assume on our version of Earth, that's to say that I'd be a pony with the anatomy of a human except with hind hooves and all the bits of a pony. And I have both a horn and a pair of wings. If you want someone who turns fully human, ask any of the Purebloods, they come out as humans with colors matching their pony coats.
But I wouldn't bother, we're kind of armed over here. See, when I called this place The Wasteland, I wasn't joking. This world got bucked with magical equivalents of nuclear bombs and
Now that I'm writing this I remember how abyssmal the education standards in regards to information on Muggles is. Buck me with the moon this is getting technical here.
Basically, a nuke is a weapon of mass destruction which splits atoms in radioactive materials, releasing a powerful blast of energy which ionizes the area, blasts to bits who cities and vaporize anyone within miles of the place. Basically, Hiroshima and Nagasaki. And it happened all around this world but with magical necrotic spell bombs of equal if not superior firepower.
Yes, I am saying this place got nuked with necrotic magic. And Necromantic seeing as Ghouls are basically living dead. And the place is kinda iradiated with leftover magical energy known as Radiation around here.
My point is, Hogwarts is keeping up a huge, magic repelling energy shield 24/7 with regularly closed openings. It is powerful enough to repel the primary magical artillery guns of a Raptor-class Cloudship, which for your info, is a giant Arcana-Tech warship roughly equivalent of a carrier-cruiser hybrid, each of which can devastate cities. And we're friends with a faction called the Applejack's Rangers, or at least one of their chapters, which command three of those ships with a flagship in the form of The Prydwen, a Thunderhead-class Cloudship.
If you don't understand the implications, Raptor-class ships are pretty damn small compared to the Thunderhead-class. Those are like Main Battleships from WW2. You're looking at a floating, giant fortress armed to the proverbial teeth with weapons that make Raptor-class ships look like firecrackers.
To add to this, you know how I said Professor Dumbledore got turned too? Well, he's a she now. She's also pregnant with a foal. From Professor Flitwick.
Yeah.
But the best part? She's back to being 17-18 years old. She got the youth of a Hogwarts graduate and the power and experience of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian-Celestia's solar flaring Mareheat-Dumbledore. Have you seen your Dumbledore go all out once? I did, when a Raptor-class Cloudship crashed after firing on the Hogwarts Shield, it's Pegasi crew tried bullrushing us. If us students, all together, were like firing a bunch of Semi-Auto rifles into the air, then the teachers were like Flak or Point-Defense Cannons.
But the Headmaster and Professor Flitwick? Well, let's just say that I will swear like a bucking Sailor, it looked like there were 90 teachers where Flitwick stood, and around 200 worth of them firing stunners was roughly the equivalent of Professor Dumbledore laying down suppression fire.
So, tl;dr (that is Too Long, Didn't Read btw) We're literally the biggest, most insurmountable fortress in a world that went to hell, and that's not even mentioning our stores of Power Armor, Arcana-Tech weapons and magical targeting systems we wear around our forelegs.
So, don't bother my underage flank, or any of the other students who are all reduced to 11-12 years old with us Alicorns all being around 8-9 years old physically. We can't bucking reproduce, even if we wanted and we're not human. And even if one of the colts got someone pregnant here, they'd be unable to leave because the only connection to Earth we have, magical mirrors, don't let pregnant mares through.
Also, I'm happily adopted here now, and I will be going over the winter break on more exploration with my moms Lyra and Bon-Bon to find my adoptive sister Snowy Dreams, their first adopted child.
And I happen to like a Magical Laser Musket as my primary weapon which vaporizes most things in one shot.
Sincerely
Rose Evans-Heartstrings
Adopted Daughter of Lyra and Bon-Bon Heartstrings
Student of the spirit of Princess Luna of Equestria
Second Year Student of Hogwarts
Wasteland Badass
The Wrong Potter
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After I was done with this I put the letter in the original envelope, not having touched it until I pressed on it to close it, and the next moment it teleported away with my Anti-Magic Field flaring.
“Bloody hell, that was a Portkey!” Exclaimed Rainy at that point and I blinked. I didn’t know what a Portkey was but I had a feeling I wouldn’t like it.
I wondered how the Ministry of that other Earth would be reacting to the letter, probably badly if that was the kind of people running it.