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// Awakening 
// Story: Harry Potter, Knight of the moon 
// by The Walker 
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 Harry groaned as he awakened from his force slumber. His head felt like a jackhammer had been used on it. His eyes snapped open. Where was he? He didn’t remember going to sleep. He sat up or at least tried to. He rolled off the bed at his actions. “What?” Harry stared at his hands, or hoofs as the case might be. “Why am I a horse?” His question went unanswered as he heard voices coming from the beyond the door of the room he was in. He froze and desperately wished he was invisible. As the door opened, Harry wondered what would come through it. He stared at the small horse in armor in the doorway. As he was about to speak the horse whirled around and started to shout. “The prisoner has escaped.”
Harry watched as the horse, which he presumed was a guard ran out the door and followed him. He stared at the stone corridors that made him think of Hogwarts. He quickly followed after the guard as he headed somewhere. He realized that following a strange guard/horse thing anywhere in a mysterious place probably wasn’t a good idea. He continued following solely because where else would he go. He halted as he notice the guard open 2 big doors.

“Princess, the prisoner is gone.” As harry looked over the guards shoulder he noticed a larger white horse talking to smaller horses around his size looking rather…… colorful. Harry hadn’t been aware that horses came in those colors.
“Guard, for the final time. The pony wasn’t a prisoner. He was just some poor soul enticed by Nightmare moon.” The white horse seemed slightly tired of repeating that. So he was a pony now. “He probably woke up and wondered out of the room wondering where he was.”

“But princess, if he was working under Nightmare moon, couldn’t he still be under her power.” Harry decided that this pony seemed over obsessed with labeling him an enemy. Just as the white horse was about to speak, Harry leaned forward and whispered into the guards ear.

“Boo.” The guard jumped and whirled around looking wildly everywhere.

“Who said that” The guard looked scared. He also apparently couldn't see Harry.

“I did.” As Harry said that he tried to make himself visible to the guard. He realized he had succeeded when he heard dead silence in the room. Harry looked up and noticed them staring at him. “What, do I have something on my face.” Suddenly one of the smaller horses, ponies the white one called them, rushed forward into his face. Harry vaguely noticed that she was purple. when she started asking and got into his face.

“How did you do that? Earth ponies can’t use magic like that. Is it a remain from Nightmare moon. Does this mean Luna can turn invisibly too?” Harry was starting to get uncomfortable as the purple pony was getting closer and closer to his face as she asked him questions. Harry was about to open his mouth to ask her to back off when he noticed one small fact.

“You’re a unicorn!” The sudden silence was a bit much, but he suppose he would be quite too if someone pointed out a blatantly obvious fact. The purple unicorn hesitated and then spoke.

“Yes. I am. Do you not like unicorns?” The pony seemed to shy back at Harry’s stare when he heard a whimper. He stared at the yellow Pegasus for several seconds before the white horse, who Harry realized had both a horn and wings spoke.
“Could you please stop doing that?” Harry turned to her confused.

“Stop doing what. I’m not doing anything. If anyone has been doing something, it would have been you people to have done it, because last I recall, I wasn’t a bloody PONY.” Harry was about to shout more when he noticed that they had all backed away. “What? Why are you backing away?”

“I asked you stop excluding an aura of pure darkness and fear please.” The white one seemed to be breathing slightly heavier but was otherwise unaffected.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I’m not…..” Harry trailed off as he realized he felt a burning cold sensation on what would be the flank of a pony.  He turned his head to examine it and noticed the symbol of the deathly hollows there. Then he noticed the circle representing the resurrection stone was glowing slightly. He blinked and willed it to stop glowing in slight amusement and annoyance that they apparently knew of the hollows, or their symbol and had tattooed it on his ass. He blinked in shock as it stopped glowing. “What?”

“Thank you for stopping the aura.” The white horse did indeed seem thankful, but Harry ignored her. He had questions that needed to be answered now.

“Why did you guys bring me here? Do you have a dark lord you need the boy-who-lived to defeat? If you did, than why did you transform me into a pony?” The others stared in shock though their reactions varied. The one whose hair looked like a Rainbow scowled at him. The pony who was wearing what appeared to be a cowboy hat if what Harry remembered from Television when he was younger looked mad at him for yelling at them earlier. The yellow Pegasus just cowered in fright. The white unicorn seemed ready to faint while the purple one looked ready to start talking again. The pink pony was…………….. holding an open box filled with cupcakes as she bounced forward.

“Hi, I’m Pinkie Pie. We met in the scary old castle. Would you like a cupcake? They’re freshly baked right from the oven?” The pink pony’s smiled scared him. It was extremely large stretching from ear to ear. Harry wanted to question her but he had a more important question.

“Where did those cupcakes come from?” Harry was certain she hadn’t had them when he had walked into the room following the guards and according to the unicorn magic wasn’t possible for non-unicorns.

“I got them from the bakery where I work silly.” Harry was about to take offense to being called silly when the white horse spoke.

“What exactly did you mean when you asked why you were a pony?”