• Published 11th Apr 2018
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If Wishes were Ponies . . . . - tkepner



Harry Potter, after a beating by Dudley and friends — with the help of a real gang member — wishes he had somewhere safe to go, and starts crawling home. He ends up in Equestria. The CMC find him. A year later, an owl brings his Hogwarts’ letter!

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85 — Wand-ering

Albus smiled to himself. Everyone knew that the Equestrians’ ability to change to ponies was because they were animagi. He did have to wonder, though, if they had enough Equestrians who were pony animagi to pull off this deception. Unless they all had the same form? Such a thing was unheard of among the wizards and witches, whose forms were almost random.

Perhaps that Discord wizard was assisting them? For all they appeared to fear him, Miss Rarity had said they were friends with him. And that wizard had said he liked ponies and not other animals — was that why they decided to tell the muggles they were ponies on the other side of the portal? He frowned. Poseidon presided over horses and water. Could this Discord be Poseidon by a new name? Could he have agreed to help them in their deception? Or was he the reason they all had pony animagi forms in the first place? Albus decided he needed to think on that a bit more.

All of the ponies, except Molly, being at Hogwarts meant he could control the flow of information. It wouldn’t last that long once the out-of-Hogwarts rumour mill got going, but until then it would give him time to manage the situation to benefit everyone.

The ICW would not like that the Atlantean wizards and witches were masquerading as muggles on such a large scale. On the other hand, the Statute of Secrecy required wizards and witches to act like muggles in a muggle-controlled area. Which was exactly what the Atlanteans were doing. Acting like muggles.

Yes, they were doing magical things in plain sight, but the muggles all thought it was an advanced technology by ponies, not magic. Nor a magic trick. Which, again, still kept the fact of magic a secret.

It was genius! An incredibly bold way to interact with muggles while still maintaining their lives as wizards and witches.

Dumbledore had to shake his head in admiration of their ploy. He was sure that the Unspeakables in the Ministry could just as easily have erected a portal and then claimed to be “aliens.” The muggles would never have guessed the truth.

Of course, there had never been a need or an excuse to do that. But it was an amusing thought. It would be one way to introduce the muggle world to wizards and witches without setting off massive genocidal attacks — claim to be from another world!

But why? To what purpose did the Equestrians want to interact with the muggles? Why did they want telephones? Floo-travel was easily superior to them for convenience. Plus, it had the advantage that when you made contact with someone, stepping through to be there in person was immediate. Or you could use apparition! Just pop over, walk up to their doors, and knock. No fuss at all.

And the televisions? He just didn’t see the point of tiny screens showing plays. The simplistic and short muggle movie plays he had seen as a young man simply could not match real-life plays. Especially the wizarding plays with their wonderful magical backgrounds and characters.

No, plays were clearly superior to those motion picture things. There was just so much more audience involvement in plays. The advertising he saw in the newspapers for movies were just as obvious exaggerations.

And while he did understand wanting to see plays and read books in the muggle world, the wizarding books and plays were always so much better — Shakespeare, for example. He was unaware of any muggle writers who could match the great bard.

In any case, he needed to meet with the Minister as soon as possible. And then with the secretary of the ICW. He wanted to make sure the other nations heard his version of the situation before they discovered the truth and formed their own conclusions.

First, though, he needed to talk with Miss Bonbon and Miss Heartstring to find out what they knew. And perhaps a few words with Harry and his Equestrian friends were in order, too.

He looked at the map while saying their names. They were still in their rooms. He would send a house-elf.

۸-~

“Thank you for coming so quickly,” the Headmaster said as the two Equestrians entered his office.

“It’s our pleasure,” said Miss Bonbon.

“It’s not as if we have any urgent appointments,” added Miss Heartstrings, giggling.

“That is true, I suppose,” replied Albus, his eyes twinkling in amusement. It was such a pleasure talking with the Equestrians.

They were always so fresh and open, without hidden agendas. Like children in many ways, they took such delight in the simplest things, and were always capable of expressing themselves without reservation. He envied them their naiveté.

They both grinned at him as they sat down.

First, a little small talk to get them to relax before he sprang the Embassy problem on them. “Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick are quite impressed with your progress in their subjects.” He leaned back in his chair. “You’ve managed to master the First and Second Year books in Charms and Transfigurations in just a month. At the rate you’re going, you should be ready for your OWLs in them at Christmas. Very well done, ladies, very well done, indeed!”

The two blushed at his praise.

“And then all you need to do are your History, Potions, Astronomy, Herbology, and Defence Against the Dark Arts OWLs. Those are the core units and shouldn’t cause you any trouble, based on how quickly you’re managing the other two.”

They grinned happily.

“How are things going otherwise?

Their grins faded and they traded tense glances, then Miss Heartstrings squirmed slightly in her seat as she said, “Potions is much more difficult than we expected. We’ve watched a few classes by Professor Snape, and asked him for pointers, and I must say, we are not impressed with his methods.”

“Professor Snape is a Master of Potions, and he has my every confidence,” the Headmaster said, his forehead wrinkling slightly as he stroked his beard. This was not going the way he wanted. He thought the changes he and the House Heads had implemented were working quite well.

The two exchanged another look with each other. Miss Heartstrings, turned back to him. “That has nothing to do with his skills at potioneering, however. We’re talking about his skills at teaching students how to deal with potentially dangerous materials. He is very cavalier about it. Disturbingly so. We’ve watched his classes and he has taught the students almost nothing about safety. For example, you’re aware of Sweetie Belle’s ‘accidents’ in her class?”

She barely waited for his affirmative nod.

“She is not the only one affected, the entire class is involved, yet he does not set up shields, he does not set up protections, he does nothing to protect the students beforehand. Everything he does is in reaction to what happens. And his version of teaching is simply putting instructions on a wall and telling everyone to get to work. There is no question and answer period. That is not teaching, that is nothing more than cooking from a cookbook. The students might as well be at home and not in a class.”

Miss Bonbon was nodding in agreement.

Albus leaned forward, “He has taught them the bubble-head charm and they already know the shield charm. What more should he do?”

“Teach them the difference between slicing, dicing, and mashing, for one,” Miss Bonbon immediately replied.

“And why those matter,” added Miss Heartstrings.

“Not to mention, do you really expect First Year students to master a Sixth Year charm in only a day? And make it last the entire class? And shields are not taught until Second Year.” Miss Bonbon shook her head before continuing.

“Expecting First Year students to master these before their class even starts is unconscionable. Plus, he only taught the bubble-head charm to the Gryffindor/Slytherin class, leaving the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws out completely. How do you consider that to be adequate? Are only the Gryffindors and Slytherins deserving of protection?

“What has HE done to protect his students?” asked Miss Heartstrings.

“And that brings up another problem, his attitude towards the other houses varies by class, the only consistency is that he favours his Slytherins and degrades the other houses.”

“And he seems to enjoy baiting the students. He is biased to his own House students, allowing them leeway he does not show to others. He even took points from one student for breathing loudly! Those are not the actions of a Master of Teaching,” Miss Bonbon said firmly.

“If you do not know these things, then you are failing at your job as Headmaster. You are not providing due oversight to your Professors,” added Miss Heartstrings.

Albus was temporarily nonplussed. He was not used to receiving criticisms of Hogwarts. The Equestrians’ naiveté meant they spoke their minds. However, he knew it wasn’t personal, they had no agenda he could perceive. They were telling him what they thought was wrong, just as Princess Sparkle had done.

“If he were the only example of teaching we saw, we would immediately withdraw Scootaloo, Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Harry from Hogwarts as a substandard learning environment,” Miss Bonbon continued.

“Your other Professors, however, are clearly excellent at their jobs. We have no complaints with them,” said Miss Heartstrings.

“Our only other serious complaint,” Miss Bonbon said, “is that you are obviously understaffed. Professor Minerva, for example is not only the teacher of Transfigurations, but also the Head of Gryffindor, and the Deputy Headmistress. Each one of those three is a full-time job, yet you expect her to do all three? For a school of this size? And the other House Heads are also supposed to be full-time teachers, as well?” She shook her head.

Miss Heartstrings took up the criticism. “And you, yourself, have three full-time jobs: Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, and Headmaster of Hogwarts! That means Deputy Headmistress McGonagall has to pick up the things you do not have time for, which puts even more pressure on her time. And reduces the amount of time she can devote to the students.”

Lyra continued, “Being a teacher of Transfigurations means she cannot help any Gryffindor student who needs her assistance because the Professor is in class and not available as Head of House. If something comes up with a Gryffindor that needs her immediate attention, then she must abandon her class. That results in substandard teaching. Or she makes the decision that the problem can wait until later and continues her class.

“This means problems that need to handled now must be put off until later. If they are handled at all and not simply ignored. House Prefects do help manage the House, but they are not adults! And they, too, are under stress as they must manage their studies as well as their duties. Plus, they are automatically biased to their friends and against those they dislike.”

Both Equestrians were leaning forward earnestly.

He leaned back to consider things. Despite the sting of having them criticize him, the problems they mentioned were true. Simply saying that was the way they had been doing things at Hogwarts wasn’t sufficient. Although shuffling duties around to Seventh Year students had helped the House Head’s time constraints to some degree.

It did look bad, he had to concede.

He would need to talk to all of his professors to see what they thought. The examination of the things in the Room of Requirement was taking time from the professors’ already busy schedules, even with the assistance of the Seventh Years.

They were, however, starting to see some additional income from the repaired treasures they had uncovered. The school brooms were in the process of being replaced, and other upgrades were being planned. Additional professors, however, would have to come from an increase in the budget from the Ministry.

That would be a tough argument to make to the Cornelius.

Perhaps if he stressed to the Board of Governors that the House Heads were being over-stretched? If he convinced them, then they could take care of convincing the Wizengamot and he wouldn’t have to put as much pressure on the Minister.

“I will see what we can do to correct the problems you’ve noticed,” he said, finally. “I will have a meeting with Professor Snape this afternoon, after classes, and I will discuss a few things with him. And I will discuss the other problems you have mentioned with the professors to see if we can arrive at a better situation.”

He did not want the Atlanteans becoming disenchanted with Hogwarts. If they should take their charges away to Beauxbatons it would be an incredibly public blow to Hogwarts’ and England’s prestige. And his.

Considering the public’s reaction to news about Hogwarts brought him back to the subject of this meeting, the Equestrian muggle Embassy.

He sighed and smiled gently, stroking his beard lightly. “I wonder if you can help me with this.” He swished his wand and the newspaper lifted up so they could easily see the front page, and the article of his interest.

He gave them a few moments to read the headline before floating the paper into their hands. It took them only a short time to read the article.

Their big smiles he took to mean that the announcement was not unexpected.

After a moment, Miss Bonbon looked back at him and tilted her head in query. “And what did you want us to tell you?”

“This is a huge breech of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy. Why did the Princesses do it?” He said quietly.

At first the two of them were surprised, exchanging startled glances. Miss Bonbon turned back to him and shook her head firmly. “No, it’s not. Everything mentioned in the article is technology, as far as the non-magicals are concerned, not magic. Revealing the portal does not reveal magic. Even their scientists,” she opened the newspaper and pointed to an article referenced in the main story, “think it is a technological wonder. We are from a foreign planet, not from Earth, and they can plainly see that. Surely you know that as well?” She paused and studied him.

He sighed. Yes, the article did leave him with that impression. But he knew the truth. And so would any wizard or witch who had met the Equestrians and saw this story.

“The Princesses have told us to withhold information about magic,” She continued, “from the non-magicals because they worry about a negative backlash against us. Based on how the non-magicals have reacted in the past, and still do react in some places, they fear we could come to harm. So everything we reveal is going to be coached in terms of technology and knowledge,” she explained.

“Only someone who has magic and has met the Prince or Princess, or heard about the portal, would realize magic was involved. Both the non-magicals and magicals, without that clue, will not realize we can do magic. They will see the portal and accept that we are aliens from another world. They will see what they want to see, both magicals and non-magicals.” Miss Bonbon concluded.

“We believe that by showing them our pony forms in Equestria, and emphasizing we are aliens, they will not make the connection that there are wizards and witches already here.”

He just stroked his beard as he considered what to do. Clearly they had known of the Embassy operation for quite some time. And they had prepared their arguments in advance. It made him somewhat upset that something of this much import could be created without his input or knowledge.

Perhaps the Equestrians were not as naïve as he had thought.

“Do Harry and the young three witches know about this Embassy?” he asked.

Miss Bonbon shrugged. “Yes. They all know we are setting up an Embassy. Harry Potter was very helpful in getting us a solicitor and preparing us with meeting the non-magicals.”

He stared at her. “Why did none of you notify me of this?”

She tilted her head questioningly, “Why should we? Do the Americans, French, or Indians notify you of anything they plan to do with the non-magicals?”

“But you are in England, not America, France, or India.”

“You will have to ask Princess Twilight, for her reasoning, then. We were not a party to that decision.” She delicately frowned. “I would guess that it was because we had to protect the portal from accidental discovery. An Embassy means no one can access it without first asking us permission. So we bought all the land around the portal and approached the British government.”

“You could have hidden it with muggle-repelling charms, and then added shielding charms to warn you should anyone approach it.”

“My understanding of the situation is that the Princesses had already approached the non-magicals and started on the Embassy before we knew such spells existed. Or, at least, as you use them. And then it was too late to change our approach.”

He sighed disappointedly. It was his fault, he realized. Minerva had told them about the Statute of Secrecy, he knew. As a result, he had assumed they knew all about it. He had expected them to act in secret, as did every other member of the ICW. He had thought they would abide by the Statute’s rules, even though they had never heard of it, nor had to follow it before. He hadn’t considered that they had already started talking with the muggles.

He really could not blame them for acting in the way they were used to acting in Atlantis.

He needed to talk with Princess Twilight about just what the Equestrians were planning to do with the non-magicals. And his conversations with both Minister Fudge and the ICW were going to be very difficult.

In the meantime he would notify the ICW that something important was happening in muggle England. And the Unspeakable Bode that the Atlanteans were apparently contacting the muggles, while still keeping to the original intent of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy — do not reveal magic to the muggles.

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“Sit quietly with your eyes closed,” said Bright Star to Green Hoof, an earth pony. “Hold your hoof over the table while I hoof-spin it once. Let me know if you feel a pull. Don’t move until I tell you that I’ve spun it once. Then you can drop your hoof when it seems to call to you the most.”

Green Hoof nodded nervously. He’d been outside the building, tending one of the trees when the two unicorns had marched up to him and asked if he would help them with a test — well, actually ordered him. Nothing harmful, they had assured him. And it should only take a few minutes. It would not prevent him from enjoying Nightmare Night festivities when they started that evening.

The round metal table in front of him had twenty slabs of wood on it, each as wide as his hooves, with a short space between them.

“Just relax and hold your hoof loosely.”

He nodded again, and closed his eyes.

Top Marks watched from one side, curious and hopeful that this would work. The human wand-maker, Ollivander, had finally given his approval on their hoof-made wands, which they had piled into a box in the corner of the room.

This was their first try at a custom wand.

It was on the third rotation that Green Hoof dropped his hoof on a piece of wood. It was rosewood, Top Marks saw.

The two ponies moved to the next table as the professor made notes and pulled out the box of prospective Rosewood wands.

“This is the same,” said Bright Star, “Just sit and relax. Hold your hoof over the table while I spin it.”

This table had twenty depressions, each filled with want looked like hairs, feathers, scales, and gem dust. One depression had one of Top Marks’ tail hairs in it.

His hoof dropped on a feather-filled section.

It took both Top Marks and Bright Star to fill the third table with different lengths of feathers and rosewood. They had discovered, through trial and error, that there was a definite correlation between the length of a wand and its core. Once that was known, it was easy to make sure each pair in the depression on the table were correctly in tune with each other. It took only a few moments to complete pairing them.

For a third time, Green Hoof sat at a table as Bright Star slowly pun it by hoof. He was surprised to note that there was a difference between this table and the other two. While the first two tables’ selections had had a faint, almost undetectable draw to them, the pull from each of the depressions on the third was much stronger and easier to discern, he told the two researchers.

This time it took four turns before he could tell that the pair under his hoof felt “stronger” than the rest.

Bright Star quickly snatched the two items and went to a fourth, smaller square table.

Green hoof sat where he was. If the two unicorns wanted him to know something, they would tell him. In a short time, she cantered back to him, the feather no longer in sight. She carefully, on her back, carried a long, thin box filled with cloth that held the piece of rosewood he had chosen.

She slid the box onto the round table. “Pick up the wand,” she ordered.

Shrugging, he did as he was told, tilting the box so the wand rolled out, then “grasping” it in his mouth by the slightly thicker end. He held it a moment and stared at her, perplexed. Later he would say he felt a warmth from the wand, as if from a friend giving him a hug.

“Give it swish,” Bright Star urged eagerly.

He did as instructed — and dropped the wand in surprise as sparks shot from it across the table.

Bright Star and Top Marks danced in place.

“Pick it up, pick it up!” chanted Bright Star breathlessly.

He looked at the wand on the ground, then her, and then carefully, as if he expected to get a shock, picked it up. Nothing happened. He held it up again, and gave a big swing. Sparks again cascaded across the room.

Again the two unicorns danced happily in place, then suddenly lunged against him and hugged him.

“It worked! It worked!” they both crowed in his ears as they danced in a circle with him in the middle, still hugging.

Bright Star let go and stepped back, as did Top Marks. Eyes wide in excitement, Bright Star said, “Hold the wand up and say lumos!”

Green Hoof almost dropped the wand a second time as the end lit up in a brief flash of light.

Smiling so far it had to have hurt, Bright Star said, “Congratulations, Green Hoof, you’re the first earth pony ever to cast magic with a wand in Equestria!”

He dropped the wand. And then his jaw. And then passed out.

They woke Green Hoof up, still stunned at the achievement. Bright Star and Top Marks immediately tested if the sticking charm would interfere when they used it to hold the wand to his hoof. It didn’t. Then they checked if there was a difference in which hoof he held the wand. There wasn’t. He could even get the lumos to work with his hind hooves! Then they started practicing different spells.

The researchers grabbed the wizards’ First Year Spell book and started working their way through it with Green Hoof. He could do all the simple spells. Trying to cast the spells following the directions in the book made him dizzy when he used his mouth to hold the wand, but they did work just as well as when he held the wand with his hoof.

They did discover that when he used a wand to channel magic, then anything related to his earth pony skills were much more powerful than they were normally.

It was considered, by everyone present, to be a grand achievement. And finding the correct wand took only a few minutes instead of a quarter-of-an-hour, or more, as Ollivander usually did.

They started celebrating at the Ponyville tavern when they went to dinner, shortly before the Nightmare Night festivities were scheduled to start. By the time they finally made it back to their rooms, very late at night and very drunk, all of Ponyville knew of their success — Green Hoof, and probably all other earth ponies and all pegasi could wield magic like unicorns. Numerous demonstrations and experiments in the tavern had proven it. One of the chairs was still stuck to the ceiling.

It was, everypony agreed, an eventful and momentous Nightmare Night. One that would go down in history. Not that Green Hoof and the two unicorns would remember it all that much.

By noon the next day the news had reached Canterlot. That evening, a horde of reporters had descended on Ponyville. And the portal was now front-page news.

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