Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

by AnnonyMouse


Chapter Sixteen

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
16

Last night had been so much fun, pranking and celebrating side by side with Princess Luna. So many pranks, and all the fun and laughs, and best of all, the treats.
It was rare that Sweetie Belle's sweet tooth was sated, and last night it most certainly was.
She yawned and smiled as she opened her eyes, looking up at the ceiling of her bedroom. “Last night was so much fun. I wish I could go enjoy Nightmare Night tonight, but I don't think I'll be allowed.”
Still, she was not disappointed.
The filly rose from her bed and stepped in front of her mirror, intent on performing her morning grooming.
She froze and stared.
Her mane flowed pink and purple, moving as though some ethereal wind was moving it. Her tail matched her mane perfectly. She turned to get a better look at her tail, and saw something that took her breath away.
Wings.
Sure, Princess Luna had cast a spell last night to make her look exactly like the true mare in the moon, just in a much smaller, younger form.
“Bu-wha-I...” Sweetie Belle was flustered. “I'm an Alicorn? Princess Luna said the spells would be gone by the time I woke up. Why are they still going?” She touched her mane with a hoof. It felt strange. She could feel her mane, but at the same time, it flowed smoothly about her hoof, ensconced in a field of pink and light purple magic.
She stretched her wings out, feeling the muscles move under her skin. It was a strange sensation to say the least. “Oh, I know. I'll write a letter to all three Princesses. They'll be able to turn me back to normal.” She beamed and smoothly floated a scroll and quill over, and noticed something off about her magical aura.
It was the normal soft green it had always been, but it now sported flickers of deep blue, like inverted stars. She blinked and shook her head. “Ok, this is just too weird.” She got to writing the letters, and used her Jade Fire candle to send them off.
After that, she stepped in front of the mirror again and looked herself over.
“And of course, I'm still a blank flank... I bet I'm the first ever blank flank pony to have both wings and a horn.” Sweetie Belle sighed and gave her wings a few test flaps.
She gasped as she lifted a few inches off the floor, then fell back down due to not flapping them anymore. “No way... I couldn't fly last night.” She flapped them again, this time she stayed in the air as she gently flapped away. “Something certainly isn't right here...”
A moment later, she saw the green flames of her candle flare and a scroll appeared. She unrolled it on the floor and read it.
“Dear Sweetie Belle.
I cannot fathom what you are speaking of. My magic most certainly cannot have changed you into an Alicorn, as they were spells of utmost simplicity. We, and I mean my sister, Princess Celestia, and I will pay you a visit tonight when the mirror can be opened. We are more than certain that this can be undone with no adverse side effects.
Please be patient, and to not test the limits of your magic, as you may inadvertently bring harm to yourself or those around you, should you now truly possess Alicorn magic.
Yours truly, Princess Luna of Equestria.”
As she was reading, two more replies appeared, one from Princess Celestia, stating much the same as Luna's letter, and Princess Twilight's letter, which was quite different.
“Dear Sweetie Belle.
How is this possible? What exactly did you do last night to somehow ascend to Alicornhood? I will pay you a visit as soon as the sun goes down. Please be expecting my visit.
Princess Twilight Sparkle.”
Sweetie Belle was about to complain when her stomach grumbled.
“Great. I need to eat.” She was almost afraid to leave her room when she remembered one simple fact.
A few moments later, Sweetie Belle left her room, wearing her robes and hat to hide her wings and mane. Whisps of both her mane and tail would still escape from their confinement, but she hoped that nobody would notice.

Entering the main hall, she took a seat at the Griffindor table and smiled as a covered platter appeared before her. She levitated it and took a deep sniff of the delectable food before her.
Waffles, with whipped butter and maple syrup, and best of all, strawberries. She dug in with gusto, devouring every morsel like she'd not eaten in days. She was more than happy to have a second stack appear before her, and again she consumed it all. One final platter of waffles and she was done.
Feeling full at last, she sighed and patted her belly. It didn't even feel like she'd eaten what had to be a fair portion of her own body weight in waffles. This concerned her considerably. She hoped she wouldn't be eating like this all the time.
Rising to her tiny hooves, she spotted a few of her fellow Griffindors entering to have their own breakfast, as well as many other students from other houses, along with a few she considered friends.
“Sweetie Belle.” Zwei came over and sat across from her. “Those were some fun pranks last night, though making me invisible was not the most fun I'd ever had.
“That was Princess Luna, not me.” Sweetie Belle lowered her head, hoping to keep her changed features out of sight. “Sorry about that.”
“Hey, at least she didn't end up in her knickers.” Deuce sat down next to his sister, grumbling. “I can't believe Prof. Blackwood actually popped my costume.”
Sweetie Belle giggled at that. “So that's why I didn't see either of you at the celebration.”
Just then she felt her wings twitch oddly.
“Are you alright Sweetie?” Zwei asked, having noticed something off about their diminutive friend.
“Um, no, I feel fine. Great really.” It wasn't a lie. She did feel pretty good, truth be told.
Deuce raised an eyebrow, then reached over and plucked Sweetie Belle's hat off her head.
The short, ethereal mane became visible instantly.
“What the what?” Deuce blinked.
Zwei covered her mouth with her hand and gasped. “Your mane is still all, um, magical.”
“I know. Princess Luna assured me that the spell would end before I woke up today... Unless I'm still dreaming.” Sweetie Belle's eyes lit up. “That's it. I'm still dreaming. I have to be. Princess Luna is pranking me in my dreams.” She raised her voice and called out. “Good one Princess Luna. You almost had me believing I'd become an Alicorn.” She grinned and waited for a response.
The response came from Zwei instead. “Wait, Alicorn? You mean you have wings as well?”
“Wicked. You gotta show us.” Deuce added, still clutching Sweetie Belle's hat.
Sweetie Belle looked around, suddenly starting to look more than a little worried. “Princess Luna?”
The twins glanced at each other, then nodded, even though they hadn't actually said anything.
Zwei came around the table and scooped Sweetie Belle into her arms and Deuce plopped her hat back onto her head.
“What are you doing?” She asked the pair.
“We're taking you to see Headmistress Mcgonnagal.” Zwei stated, hugging her friend. “She'll know what to do.”
“But- wait- I-I...” The Unicorn turned Alicorn sighed and allowed herself to be carried to Mcgonnagal's office. They reached the statue, used the secret word, which pretty much all the students had eventually learned by now, and climbed the steep spiral steps.
At the top, Deuce knocked on the door and the trio waited.
“Come in.”
Entering, they saw Mcgonnagal placing a book back on one of the many shelves. “Ah, what brings the three of you to my office, this time?”
Sweetie Belle really didn't want to be here. Rather, she REALLY wanted to be back hiding in her room right about now.
It was that desire that suddenly caused her horn to flash, and with another starry filled green flash, the filly simply vanished.
Minerva, Deuce and Zwei all stared at the now empty robes and hat, all three just simply shocked.

Sweetie Belle had landed on her rump from a sudden fall. Zwei had never dropped her before, so why now all of a sudden?
Then again, as her vision cleared, a better question would be exactly what she asked. “Why am I back in my room all of a sudden?” She blinked. “How am I back in my room?” She thought for a moment, back to when she was in the office. “I was scared, and I really wanted to be back here, and then there was a lot of magic and... OH MY GOSH!!! I think I just winked.”
The filly was both excited and scared. She was excited because she had actually teleported under her own power. She was also scared because she had actually teleported under her own power.
“I can't have this much magic. There's no way I'd ever be able to teleport like this, unless I really HAVE become an Alicorn.” She reached into her mane and pulled out her wand and smiled. “With this magic, and Luna's wand, I could become the greatest witch in two worlds.” She was positively giddy at this prospect.
“I can learn all the spells in all my books and then I'll be able to cast them all.” The youngest Alicorn (that Sweetie Belle knew of) giggled with glee and levitated the spellbook she'd received from Princess Twilight, as well as her Hogwart's spellbook, and dove into studying them.

Word was out for anyone who spotted Sweetie Belle to tell a teacher, and from there, word would be sent back to the Headmistress' office.
Minerva paced back and forth. “I do not understand how Sweetie Belle could have apparated while within the school's grounds.” She'd already been told that the filly was now something called an Alicorn, and that she not only had her horn and magic, but supposedly now possessed a pair of wings as well.
“Um, does whatever blocks apparation also block Unicorn magic?” Deuce asked, bringing up a very valid point.
Minerva had no idea, to be honest. “We will have to find a way to block whatever magic Sweetie Belle used, assuming we can block it. There is too much about this Magic from the Heart that we do not understand.”
Zwei suddenly smiled as an idea formed in her mind. “Maybe that's not Sweetie Belle. Maybe that's really Princess Luna. Today is their Nightmare Night in Equestria, so maybe she's pulling one last prank on us.”
Minerva shook her head. “It cannot be. I was there last night when Princess Luna returned through the mirror.”
“Could she have come back later when you were gone?” Deuce asked.
“No, Princess Luna assured me that from then on, were she to come visit, she would send word first. I trust she will keep to her word.” Minerva replied as a small green fire flew in through the fireplace and landed smack in the middle of her deck, flaring and going out, revealing a rolled up scroll. “Goodness me, what was that?”
The older woman picked up the scroll carefully, feeling a familiar tingle of magic in her fingertips. She smiled and unrolled it and read it to herself.
“What's that?” Zwei asked, quite curious about this mysterious letter.
Minerva gave a little cough, and then glared at the pair over her glasses. “It is none of your concern. Now, why are the two of you still here? Certainly you have other things you should be doing at this time?”
Zwei and Deuce blanched. Then the girl nodded. “We can help look for Sweetie Belle.”
“Capital idea.” Deuce nodded just as his sister had moments ago. “Let's go.”
With that, the pair left the office and closed the door behind them.
Minerva went back to the letter and smiled. “So, tonight two Princesses will be arriving by mirror. Hmm, how did they know about this odd turn of events? Did Sweetie Belle message them? Ah yes, that green fire candle. It can send messages to Equestria and receive them as well. Hmm, I think I know where she might be right about now.”

Sweetie Belle may now possess far more magic than she'd ever had before, but she was still young. Youth tended to also equate to a lack of experience.
It was this inexperience that led Sweetie Belle to her current reasoning.
“Okay, I can cast any of these spells, if I could understand them.” She sighed and closed the book from Princess Twilight. “Those are all beginner spells, but I'm going to really have to study extra hard to actually learn them all. What if the Princesses can't change me back to normal? Would I be a Princess too? What if they turn me back into a Unicorn but I loose all my magic?” She shuddered at that thought. “No, they wouldn't let that happen, would they?”
The filly paced back and forth, her wand grasped gently in her magical grasp. She looked up at the wand and noticed how her magical aura and the wands own aura were flowing together so flawlessly.
It then dawned on her.
“The Lunar Wand. This has to be it. Maybe it reacted to the spells Princess Luna cast on me and caused me to change. But if it did that, how can I change back to normal? Would the wand just change me back into an Alicorn again?”
She rested the wand against her horn and felt the magical vibrations. “I don't know if you can really understand my words, but please, I don't want to be an Alicorn. My friends might treat me differently. I don't want to be a Princess. I just want to be Sweetie Belle, sister to Rarity Stargem, best friends with Scootaloo and Applebloom, and a student here at Hogwarts. Please Lunar Wand? If you can hear me, please turn me back to normal.”
Sadly, the wand didn't respond as she'd hoped. It simply glowed gently, mingling with the filly's own magic.
Sweetie Belle then set the wand down on her bed stand. “Maybe because I'm using the Lunar Wand all the time, that's what made me change. If I don't use it then I might turn back to normal”
The young Unicorn looked back at her sides, but the wings remained. She could see her mane and tail still flowing in some strange magical breeze.
“Okay, maybe it'll take more than just putting the wand down. Maybe I have to stop using it... But I need to use my wand to cast the spells I'm learning here. What am I going to do?” She paced back and forth, worry filling her young heart.
A knock at the door brought her attention away from her thoughts. “Um, who is it?” She asked, a small squeak in her voice.
“It is me, Headmistress Mcgonnagal. May I come in?”
Sweetie Belle unlocked her door with her unicorn magic. “The door is unlocked.”
Minerva entered and closed the door behind her. “Are you feeling alright Sweetie Belle?” She looked the filly over, taking in her new features. It was so strange seeing her like this after getting used to seeing her as she normally was.
“I don't really know. I think my wand may have done this to me.”
Minerva glanced at the wand. “May I see your wand?”
Sweetie Belle nodded and levitated it over to the head teacher of the school.
Minerva examined it carefully, even casting some spells in the process. She examined Sweetie Belle with a few spells as well. “Well, you and your wand certainly are sharing magic in a way I have never seen before. I do not know why or how this happened.”
Sweetie Belle hung her head. “I thought so. So, if I stop using my Lunar Wand, will I most likely turn back to normal?”
“Honestly, I haven't the foggiest idea of what exactly is going on here. Your wand is certainly a powerful one, but it's not done anything like this before. I do feel, however, that if you stopped using the wand, you would not change back.”
“Oh...” Sweetie Belle hung her head in dismay. “So I'm stuck like this? Will I still be able to attend Hogwarts?”
Minerva smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. “Sweetie Belle, you are one of my students, and until you graduate, you will quite likely remain one.”
Looking up at the tall woman, Sweetie Belle felt a little better on hearing her words. “I do have a lot more to learn. I mean, I have a lot more magic now than ever before. Princess Celestia can move the sun and Princess Luna moves the moon. Princess Cadance rules the Crystal Empire and Princess Twilight is the Princess of Friendship, which is also the most powerful form of magic there is.”
Minerva still had trouble believing that such powerful being could exist, but she was not about to argue if such feats were possible. “Do not fret. There is much to learn, and much for us to learn in turn.” She smiled at the filly. “Your Princesses will be coming by tonight to see what can be done, so why don't you enjoy your Saturday. Oh, and do you not have flight lessons today?”
Sweetie Belle gasped, covering her mouth with her hooves. “I completely forgot about that. Thank you for reminding me.” She levitated her Cloud Skimmer onto her back and took off, hoping she wouldn't be late.
“Sweetie Belle? If you went out the window and flew there, you will make it on time.” Mcgonnagal called out as she emerged from the modified storage room.
“Oh, I can do that?” Sweetie Belle grinned, and headed for the window. She flung it open with a wave her wand and the utterance of a simple opening charm, hopped onto her board and flew out into the open air. Another flick from her wand and the window closed behind her.
Sweetie Belle grinned as she flew quickly for the yard where lessons took place, and from up here, she spotted the grounds where they played that game with the balls while flying around on brooms.
Pegasi would LOVE that game.
Well, maybe not the getting hit with clubs or those mean cannonball things. If she remembered right, they were called Bludgers. Then again, she'd not actually attended a game yet. It sounded too rough for her interests.
Sweetie Belle finally arrived, landed smoothly and finally hopped off her board. “Sorry, I was almost late.”
Everyone was staring at her with odd expressions.
Except for Phineas. “What is with your hair? I know it was supposed to be part of your pathetic costume last night, but why keep it like that?”
“Um, side effect of the spell used.” Sweetie Belle blushed while grinning. “Gonna take a little time for it to go back to normal.” She most certainly hoped everything would go back to normal. The Princesses would make certain of that.
The Malfoy boy simply snorted, turned up his nose and acted superior to the filly, like he nearly always did.
He knew he was a better flier with his top of the line, very expensive broom. He'd show her once and for all that she was nothing more than a stupid beast who didn't belong here at Hogwarts.
As the class progressed, once they were all up in the air, pretty high up for that matter, a good fifty or sixty feet, he made his move. Phineas had been studying a spell that would turn off a broom's flying magic for a short while.
When their teacher was busy trying to calm a very nervous Janna down, he made his move. It wasn't a hard spell, though it only really worked on a broom that wasn't currently moving. He hoped that it would effect that board as well.
And indeed it did work.
He grinned as both the board and the mule fell to the ground. From this height, she'd get some broken bones for certain. That would teach her.
But that didn't happen.
After a startled cry from Sweetie Belle, her robes flew open, and she spread her wings. Her fall was halted, though she was quite unsteady. She filly watched as her board hit the stone walkway below and shattered. “NO!” She cried out, tears in her eyes.
Phineas's own eyes had gone wide. “Since when do you have wings?”
Sweetie Belle looked up at the boy, and she saw red. “Ph-Phineas. You did that. You made me fall and smashed my Cloud Skimmer.” She gritted her teeth, her mane and tail whipping about wildly as she drew her wand in her magical grasp. Her mane and tail started swirling about, forming into what could pass for storm clouds.
The Malfoy boy paled as he saw a few flashes of lightning forming in that cloud of pure magic. If he didn't run, or rather fly, he was most likely going to be on the receiving end of something very painful.
Whipping about, Phineas flew at his full speed for the castle, hoping to escape the really mad, tiny and cute unicorn with wings and possibly more than enough magic to stomp the once feared Voldemort into the ground with ease.
But he didn't make it too far before the filly flashed and appeared in his path, and that storm coming along with her. “Oh bugger...”
“Take THIS!!!” Sweetie Belle release a huge blast of magic which caught the boy and completely engulfed him.
Everyone present could only watch in horror as the highly annoying Slytherin boy was most likely evaporated into nothing.
When the massive surge faded, there was a noticeable lack of a dead figure.
Rather, there was a small creature hanging helplessly from under a broom which was now descending to the ground in slow spirals.
The class and teacher flew over and saved the creature and landed, and once they were on the ground, they got to see what had happened to Phineas.
He was now a pony.
A young colt, maybe a couple inches taller than Sweetie Belle. His mane looked pretty much the same as his hair had, and he sported a matching pale blond tail. His coat was a soft off-white gray color. Hanging from his sides were a pair of wings. They hung limp, not that it mattered. Phineas was in quite the state of shock.
Phineas had, after all, bore witness to a surge of magic the likes that the wizarding world had never seen before heading right at his face. He wasn't sure, but he could be dead right about now. Maybe even a ghost, seeing that everyone was staring at him with mixed expressions.
Oddly, most of those expressions were of amusement.
“Okay, laugh. I've been blasted to flinders. I know none of you liked me because I was better than any of you, but you don't have to-OW!” He didn't finish as he felt the pain of being whacked over the head by a broom.
Madam Hooch glared at him with the most disappointed expression that she had ever given anybody. “Phineas Malfoy. Your stunt could have seriously hurt or even killed Sweetie Belle. We are all very lucky that she somehow has wings.” She looked down at the colt, who seemed to not quite yet realize his current predicament.
He looked up at her, and started to notice that everyone was oddly much taller than him.
Sweetie Belle landed off too the side and he looked at her... and found he was looking her in the eyes.
CLICK! His brain suddenly understood. He held up his hands, only to see hooves instead. “What the BLOODY HELL?” He screamed. “What have you done to me?” Tears were in his eyes.
“I transformed you into a pony. It seems you become a Pegasus Pony.”
“Turn me back to normal this instant.” Phineas snarled, spreading and revealing his fine feathered wings. “My father will hear about this and then you'll be in a lot of trouble.”
Madam Hooch picked Phineas up by the scruff of his neck. “No, it is you who are in trouble. You cast a spell with full intent on harming a fellow student. She simply transmogrified you into a pony. I believe I will speak with the Headmistress and suggest you remain like this until the end of this school year.”
“No... I don't want to be a stupid animal. You can't do this to me.”
“Phineas?” Sweetie Belle stepped around in front of the boy turned colt. “Why do you think you're a stupid animal? Do you feel like you've lost any of your intelligence?”
“What? No, I mean...” He paused and thought. He could think normally. Oddly, this body moved as he wanted it, even though it felt strange. It almost seemed instinctive how to use it. He glanced and saw he sported wings. He instantly felt his forehead, and noted the lack of a horn. “How am I supposed to use my magic if I can't hold my wand or float it like you do?”
Sweetie Belle reached into her mane with her hoof and pulled her wand out. Somehow, her wand stayed in her 'grasp'. “All ponies can hold and move small stuff with their hooves. You can also hold it in your teeth or mouth and try casting your spells. That's how Headmistress Mcgonnagal used her magic when she was a pony.”
“You mean last night when your Queen transmogrified her? She looked silly as a pony.”
The entire class disagreed. They had all thought the Headmistress looked pretty good as a pony, even if the spell that changed her was dispelled with a charm to remove transformations.
Phineas heard his classmates, but he didn't listen to them. He screamed and ran. After a dozen steps, he flapped his wings and took to the air, flying with a strange instinctive knowledge of his body.

Phineas landed on the Astronomy tower and looked at his wings.
“Okay... these wings are really awesome, but the rest of this sucks.” He looked at his hoof, then reached into his robes and pulled out his wand, somehow holding onto it with a hoof. “And how does this even work? Some sort of low level telekinetic field produced through the hooves? Interesting.”
He sat down and slid his robes off, then examined himself. The off-white coat was soft and fluffy, fluffy and soft like Applebloom's coat. His tail was the same color as his hair normally was, so he assumed his mane was still normal. His wings were larger than that orange pegasus who visited Sweetie Belle. Then again, he'd never seen her fly before.
After checking himself over, and feeling odd when he found he wasn't wearing pants anymore under his robes, he slid his transformed robes back on, finding they sported slits on the sides for his wings to fit comfortably through.
“Well, I'm still smart. I haven't lost any of my memories. I'm a lot smaller though. The whole class saw me like this, so word will spread through the school really fast so there's no point in hiding.
Then a brilliant idea struck him. It was something he'd learned on his first day in fact.
The barrier around the school was made to dispel transformations and illusions. All he had to do was pass through it and he'd be back to normal.
Stowing his wand away, Phineas took to the air and flew toward the main gates where everyone had entered the grounds. Mind you, he took quite a roundabout way to get there, finding he rather enjoyed the sensation of flying under his own power.
He finally landed, grinning as he approached the barrier. Sure, he might actually miss the flying part, but to see the look on Sweetie Belle's face when he was back to normal, that would be priceless.
Taking a calming breath, Phineas stepped through the barrier.
The youth held up his arm and his grin faded.
He was looking at a hoof...

To Be Continued...