Wednesday Part 4: Sirius Alarm Belles
The timeline has been altered. Be prepared. An accident shall release a great evil towards the end of your second year at Hogwarts. One who betrayed everyone who saw him as a friend will rise once more and personally see to the return of the Dark Lord.
A warning from my mother
“Hmmmmm,” Discord pondered looking over the prophecy in Dumbledore’s office. “Any idea who this great evil might be?”
“Yes,” Dumbledore replied solemnly on the other side of his desk. “Sirius Black. Once best friend of James Potter and now residing in Azkaban for his crimes. I’ve already alerted the Ministry and informed them to up security surrounding Black but I’m guessing you would like some context?”
“Please,” Discord requested taking a sip from a glass of undefinable bubbling rainbow coloured liquid.
Dumbledore pushed a piece of paper across the table. “You are already aware of this prophecy due to its links to your daughter,” he stated seriously.
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...
“Yes, but it actually applies to…wait, are you telling me the death of Harry’s parents had something to do with Sirius?”
Dumbledore nodded his head slowly. “The two of them were inseparable as soon as they met and the leaders of their little gang which also contained two other boys in their house and year, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. Black was even named best man at James’ wedding and is Harry’s godfather, not that Harry knows it of course.”
“So, what happened?” Discord didn’t ask, rather commanded Dumbledore to tell him.
“Sybil made that prediction to me during her job interview in January 1980. It didn’t take us long to figure out three babies were to be born to couples who had defied Voldemort three times, Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom and Scoti Alaw Prewett in late July of that year. We ruled Scoti out immediately as she was a girl and the prophecy referred to a boy but…”
“What you hadn’t realised was that someone was listening in on your conversation for Lord Voldemort and whoever it was either didn’t hear the prophecy correctly or didn’t hear the entire thing,” Discord finished for Dumbledore.
“Precisely,” Dumbledore replied. “Have you ever heard of the Muggle game Chinese Whispers? I think that’s an apt description of what happened here and thankfully so as it was only thanks to Lord Voldemort’s slow response in acting to the prophecy that we were able to warn the affected families and get them into hiding. Unfortunately, trying to hide from the most powerful wizard in existence is no easy feat. Voldemort had spies everywhere.”
“Ignatius Prewett?” Discord presumed.
“Yes. It was after the decimation of the Prewetts and Mckinnons that we knew Voldemort had at least some knowledge of the prophecy and we needed to up our game in protecting those most at risk. One of my own spies alerted me to the fact that the Potters were next in the firing line and I immediately suggested they use the Fidelius Charm.”
“An immensely complex spell that magically conceals a secret inside a chosen person’s soul,” Discord mused. “Good choice.”
“Yes, and unless that person chooses to reveal the secret, that information is impossible to uncover. In the case of Lily and James, as long as they remained in that specific location Lord Voldemort could pass them on the street and not even see them,” Dumbledore explained in greater depth.
“But Black was secretly a double-agent working with Voldemort? I don’t even know the guy but from the little information you’ve provided me with that sounds highly implausible. Are you one hundred percent sure he was their Secret-Keeper?” Discord enquired trying to keep open all possibilities.
For just a second Dumbledore flinched in his armchair across the desk. Any ordinary person might have missed it or not thought anything of it, Discord though was anything but ordinary.
“Start talking,” he stated coldly.
Dumbledore sighed. “For a while it had become clear to me that someone on our side had turned traitor and was passing a lot of highly valuable and important information to Voldemort. At the time when the Fidelius charm was cast my sources had narrowed it down to one of James’ three friends but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him of my concerns. I tried desperately to persuade him to use me instead as his Secret-Keeper but to no avail. He was adamant on using Black, informing me that Black was going to go into hiding himself and that even if he was found would rather take the secret to his grave than tell Voldemort where he and Lily were hiding.”
“I see. The plot thickens,” Discord interrupted stroking his beard.
“Personally, my suspicions lay with one Peter Pettigrew. He always seemed like the outcast of the group, tagging behind Black and Potter like some obsessed fanboy who could only dream of being as talented as they were. We were slowly closing the net on Pettigrew and about to lay a trap for him to prove he was the traitor in our midst when, a week after the Fidelius charm was cast, our suspicions were proven completely irrelevant. Black betrayed Potter, seemingly tired of his life as a double agent and wanting to pledge his allegiance openly to Voldemort.” Dumbledore paused in his explanation for a moment as he removed his glasses and attempted to clean them with his robes.
“Are you sure that Black was the Secret-Keeper?” Discord asked coolly. “Did you actually see the spell be cast? Can you be one hundred percent sure Black didn’t change it last minute? A bluff to throw Voldemort off except…”
Dumbledore placed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose before holding up a hand to stop his guest’s wild theory mid-sentence. “Let me finish. Obviously, after what happened a warrant went out for Black’s arrest. Alas, it wasn’t the Ministry who caught up with him, rather little Peter Pettigrew enraged by grief the very next day. Numerous muggle eye-witnesses reported the exact same thing. How Pettigrew valiantly cornered Black tears in his eyes and clearly not thinking straight. How he cried 'Lily and James, Sirius! How could you!' before going for his wand. Black was by far the superior duellist though and in an instant Pettigrew was no more, blown to smithereens along with twelve innocent muggle bystanders by a seriously powerful blasting curse, the crater so deep rumours suggest it cracked the sewer beneath. It was one of the biggest catastrophes in modern wizard times and in the midst of it all Black stood, laughing maniacally whilst staring wild-eyed at the meagre remains of Peter Pettigrew. He was taken away by twenty Magical Law Enforcement Officers and sent to Azkaban for life for his crimes while Peter was posthumously awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class. Scant consolation for his poor grieving mother.”
As Dumbledore finished his sombre tale Discord was stroking his beard deep in thought. “I think we need to examine every piece of information we have carefully so as to give us the best possible chance of preventing this calamity. Firstly, we are pretty sure it is one of three friends who betrayed the fourth. Taking into consideration everything you told me this can be most probably cut down to two.”
“Two? You surely don’t mean?” Dumbledore interrupted with clear surprise at Discord’s continued belief that Black might not have been the traitor.
“I’m sorry Albus but we need to keep every avenue open. Did you see the spell actually be cast?” Discord asked sympathetically.
“No.”
“So, you can’t be one hundred percent sure that Black was the Secret-Keeper?”
“No,” Dumbledore replied for the second time.
“Then let me give you a hypothetical situation. Someone dangerous is after Minerva and wants to kill her. It’s decided that the Fidelius charm is the best way to keep her hidden. You, having been her best friend and colleague for countless years are chosen as her Secret-Keeper. Can you see the problem with that?” Discord explained.
It took Dumbledore a moment and then it clicked and his eyes widened. “Everyone knows of my relationship with Minerva.”
“Precisely. You are the first person anybody would look for when trying to gather information surrounding her current location. So let us say at the last minute you decided to cast a bluff without telling anyone else for added security, using another supposed friend you feel you can trust as the Secret-Keeper whilst using yourself as a decoy. Except that person turns out to be a traitor and ends up aiding in the murder of the very person you had vowed to protect. How would that make you feel?”
For one of the few times in his long life, Dumbledore was starting to feel very uneasy. He decided to get straight to the point. “You don’t think Black is the traitor, do you?”
“Did they find Pettigrew’s body?”
“No, just his finger.”
“Did any of the muggle victims suffer the same fate?” Discord pressed, attempting to push home his advantage.
“Not such heavy damage that I’m aware of. It was believed Peter suffered such critical damage because of his proximity to Black at the time of the spell,” Dumbledore explained.
“What’s to say he didn’t frame Black? I’m sorry to say this but none of the witnesses’ testimonies would hold up in a fair trial due to the psychological trauma they had suffered at the time and the misleading evidence they were provided with,” Discord argued.
“Misleading evidence?” Dumbledore questioned.
“Think about it. The exclamation from Pettigrew, Black standing there probably covered in some of Peter’s blood and laughing maniacally, seeing all those other muggles brutally murdered and injured around them. All those factors could have possibly influenced the muggles recollection of what actually happened. Did they actually see Black pull his wand out or was it Peter? Maybe they were unsure but…”
“Because of everything else that pointed to Black that’s what their minds came to believe. In actual fact, now that that you mention it, if I remember correctly there was one witness who swore he saw the squat little man, who was Pettigrew, draw what looked like a stick and mutter something under his breath just before the explosion occurred. But, as every other witness went against his testimony, it was determined that his memory of the event had been severely affected due to suffering significant mental trauma from the loss of his wife in the attack and his testimony was as such dismissed and the details, understandably, never released to the public. I only saw it due to my high standing and links with the Ministry allowing me access to Black’s case file. Remarkable. And because Black was never given a chance to explain the situation and probably felt he was to blame for altering James’ choice of Secret-Keeper and therefore his and Lily’s deaths…” Dumbledore continued.
“He accepted his fate while Peter Pettigrew escaped and went into hiding. Of course, we have no proof that this is what actually happened and if we went to the Ministry with such a wild theory, they would likely lock us up with Black! Still, it is better that we be prepared just in case it isn’t Black we need to be worried about,” Discord finished.
“Indeed. And you’ve certainly given me a lot to think about. Now, I do believe there is another topic we need to discuss,” Dumbledore stated deep in thought and now stroking his own beard.
“Yes, Miss Belle,” Discord replied taking another sip from his drink as he threw a thick bound document across the desk.
The Impact of Traumatic Early Life Experiences on a Foal’s Physical, Psychological and Social Development. A Thesis by Twilight Sparkle
“I had been wondering what her traumatic childhood experience was,” Discord said placing his drink back down on the table.
“You knew?” Dumbledore enquired stoically.
“If you read through that document, you shall find a whole section on cutie marks. Do you think it was a coincidence that all three girls’ cutie marks only appeared once they arrived here? My own adopted daughter’s cutie mark appeared only after realising and accepting her parents hadn’t abandoned her. Miss Apple’s meanwhile came after she found a replacement figure for the father she had lost so young, a memory that I desperately hope remains repressed,” Discord explained.
“Please tell me she’s not going to go psycho and,” he paused as memories of the past year flashed across his mind. Sighing he finally spoke once more, “Just tell me we won’t be fishing anybody else out of the lake this year?”
“I highly doubt that would be her reaction. More like a total mental breakdown. Apple Bloom was the reason her parents died when she was two. Pear looked away for just a moment and the filly wandered off from a family picnic they were having in the orchard and got too close to the Everfree Forest, Equestria’s equivalent of the Forbidden Forest. A Timberwolf was about to attack and eat her when her mum appeared on the scene and pushed her out of the way. Its jaws ripped Pear Butter, Apple Bloom’s mum, clean in two. A truly gruesome and tragic way to go and Apple Bloom witnessed the whole thing.”
Dumbledore groaned, his head in his hands. “And her father?” he reluctantly asked.
“Where there’s one Timberwolf, there are always more. Fought them off and got the rest of his family to safely but suffered to many wounds and lost too much blood in the process. Died peacefully that night in his bed with a picture of his wife in his hooves held tightly to his chest knowing that she would have been proud of him for getting their children to safely and that she was waiting for him on the other side. Before he passed on though, he made his mother promise to bring up his children right and to never tell Apple Bloom what really happened, just that he died a hero protecting the family he loved.”
Dumbledore looked to the ceiling. “Do I even want to ask how you know this?”
“Like pollen for bees or cider for Rainbow Dash, chaotic situations naturally draw me in. My spirit form arrived just as the first Timberwolf clamped its jaws around Pear Butter’s back and stomach. I watched as her life force sprayed her youngest, who, understandably, had gone into shock at what had occurred and then saw as her father arrived and despite his grief at seeing the life leave the love of his life’s eyes fought like a stallion possessed to save his youngest and get her to safety. I may be a monster, but even I draw a line at children. I may have spared him what little magic I had at the time to get Apple Bloom back home.
Dumbledore sought clarification. “You saved the girl’s life?”
“Not that I’ll ever admit it in public as I shouldn’t have got involved but yes, if it wasn’t for me both of them would have been Timberwolf chow that day alongside Pear. A truly tragic story and one I hope she never hears or remembers.”
A single drop of chocolate milk slipped from Discord’s right eye as Dumbledore wiped his own eyes with a handkerchief. After a moment to compose himself, Dumbledore attempted to move the conversation forward.
“Anyway, I believe both of us have places we need to be so shall we try and wrap this conversation up?”
“That sounds sensible. As for Miss Belle I knew something almost certainly must have happened in her earlier foalhood as well that prevented her cutie mark from coming through but could never pinpoint exactly what the reason was until today,” Discord said soberly.
Dumbledore looked at Discord expectantly.
“Freedom from a troubled and abusive home life.”
“I see and do you believe we will see any repeats of today’s actions?” Dumbledore queried.
“Hard to say. Due to her upbringing Sweetie tries desperately to shy away from trouble and act as the voice of reason and sense for the Crusaders but…” Discord for a moment and took a deep breath.
“Yes,” Dumbledore urged.
“Out of the three of them she is the most dangerous of all. She is mentally unstable and literally any number of ticks that bring up her less than pleasant foalhood could result in a lot worse than simply storming out of a classroom.”
“Like what?” Dumbledore requested unsure once more he wanted to hear the answer.
“The girl has a ridiculously high aptitude for magic combined with the fighting style and ability of a rabid hungry wolf. I’m afraid that if her mind completely snaps, she’ll do more damage than simply maim someone, or worse.”
Dumbledore was right. He hadn’t wanted to hear the answer. Still, he pressed on. “What do you mean, or worse?”
Discord closed his eyes and let out a sigh of his own. “I fear that if her mind totally fractures from the trauma she has suffered combined with her high level of transfiguration magic, we could be looking at a whole new definition of split personality disorder.”
Dumbledore rubbed his temple as he felt a headache coming on. “And how might you propose do we prevent that from happening.”
“We need to minimise negative reinforcement, maximise positive reinforcement and where necessary use constructive criticism. Like you showed at the start of her first year, rather than simply punish her, give her the opportunity to make it right and guide her through this process. By simply being there for Sweetie and showing her that we care for her and are willing to listen to her we will provide her with the best possible chance of recovery. Her cutie mark is a testament to the progress she has already made along with her consistently high performance in every subject, even History of Magic and we all know how boring that is! Anyway, the next step is to eradicate any remaining doubt in her mind that she’ll be sent back to live with her sister. And for that I need your assistance.”
“Whatever you need, I will be more than happy to provide it,” Dumbledore replied.
“Thank you. I already have Sweetie’s confession recorded and transcribed but I would like a letter stating your concerns surrounding her living arrangements and that you feel it best her guardianship be handed over to myself and Fluttershy.”
“Consider it done,” Dumbledore responded without hesitation. “Anything else? I’ve already talked to Minerva and we’ve agreed to let Sweetie assist in some of her Transfiguration classes this year to further her development,”
“That sounds like a splendid idea and thank you Albus, for everything. Only time will tell with Miss Belle what impact her difficult foalhood has had upon her mentally but hopefully with better role models and parental figures from here on we can slowly correct the damage that has been done. As for now, I had better return to see how my daughter is getting on with the Transfiguration work she is catching up on,” Discord replied before finishing of his bizarre drink.
“As had I with this letter I need to write and this document I need to read, unless there is anything further you would like to discuss with me?”
“No, that is all. I shall pop by to collect the letter later.”
And with that Discord snapped two of the fingers on his left hand and disappeared back to Classroom 104 while Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and let out yet another deep breath. Everything he had so meticulously planned over the course of the past decade was slowly unravelling. Like Miss Belle, whether that would be for the better, only time would tell.
*
“Sorry I’m a little…”
“Shhhhhhh” Hermione scolded Discord pointing to the sleeping Scootaloo next to her whose head was resting on the desk. Her trunk was making the most adorable little trumpeting noises you can imagine as she breathed out. “She dozed off about fifteen minutes ago after getting frustrated with the beetles into buttons spell for forty odd minutes,” Hermione explained in a harsh whisper.
“Let me guess, it didn’t go quite according to plan?” Discord replied with a wry grin as he looked down and saw the small pile of chocolate buttons that lay next to his daughter. “Chocolate buttons instead of coat buttons, how chaotic!” he chortled brimming with pride at his daughter’s growing chaos magic as he snapped two of his fingers and returned Scootaloo’s nose back to normal.
“You might be but I’m not sure Professor McGonagall will be tomorrow,” Hermione groused.
Discord let out another chuckle. “Oh, I can already see her face as her rational mind breaks.”
Hermione glowered at the draconequus.
“Hey, don’t give me that look,” Discord admonished with an expression of mock hurt as he picked up one of the chocolate buttons and threw it into his mouth.
“Ewwwwwww,” Hermione squeaked with a look of disgust. “And give me one good reason I shouldn’t forewarn Professor mhmhm,” Hermione finished as Discord zipped her mouth closed.
“I can also make it so every quill you pick up turns into string cheese or I could just trap you in here until lights out. So, what shall it be? You going to keep our little surprise for Professor McGonagall a secret until tomorrow or am I going to have to silence you,” Discord said with a malevolent grin as he snapped two of his fingers and removed the zip from Hermione’s mouth.
Hermione continued to glowered at the draconequus for a moment before lowering her head and relenting. “Fine,” she huffed mutinously.
“Excellent, ten points to Gryffindor. Now, as I see you’ve already packed everything away would you like to give your girlfriend a goodnight kiss before I take her back to the infirmary?” Discord said mockingly finishing by puckering his lips.
“You’re pushing your luck draconequus,” Hermione growled before, much to Discord’s delight and her embarrassment, she leant in and gave Scootaloo a quick peck on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she whispered into her sleeping girlfriend’s ear before she gathered her things and allowed Discord to lower her to the floor of his DADA classroom.
As Hermione departed Discord picked up his soundly sleeping daughter and held her tightly to his chest before snapping his fingers again and departing for the infirmary.
*
“But Madam Pomfrey…” Discord heard Apple Bloom whine as he materialised into the infirmary with Scootaloo.
“But nothing,” he heard the matron snap back. “I am the matron of this school and I wish to keep you in for observation. One day won’t harm your extracurricular studies with Professor Snape.”
“Understood.” Snape’s voice this time from behind the curtain in front of the draconequus. “Would it be all right with you if I leave her with a test in preparation for tomorrow’s session?”
Discord was just about to pull the curtain back to announce his and Scootaloo’s arrival when he heard Madam Pomfrey’s voice growl from the other side once more.
“I am absolutely fine with that professor and feel free to stay however long you like. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve got a pair of delinquent draconequui to find and deal with along with another two patients. When I get my hands on Professor Discord, he’s going to need more than chaos magic to put himself back together.”
As the school matron angrily yanked back the curtain and entered the main part of the infirmary she was startled to be confronted by Scootaloo sleeping soundly on a previously empty bed opposite her along with a note, a box of chocolates and a massive bunch of flowers taped to the end of said bed.
“Nice try professor but bribery will get you nowhere,” Madam Pomfrey chuckled walking over to check on her recently-returned patient.
*
“Oh, this is going to be just like old times!” Rarity giggled as she unlocked the door to Carousel Boutique.
It was the final evening before Twilight and her friends, minus Fluttershy, would be taking the long train ride north to assist Cadence and Shining Armor with the recently returned Crystal Empire and the ominous unknown threat that seemed to have returned with it. As such, they’d opted to spend the evening at Berry’s bar discussing old times and were now heading back to Rarity’s for a slumber party.
“Yeah, this is going to be awesome,” Rainbow exclaimed. “I just wish Fluttershy had been able to join us. I still can’t believe she’s marrying Discord, just what she sees in him I don’t know but,” she let out a heavy sigh, “If he’s what makes her happy, then, even if I don’t approve of her choice of partner, she’s been my best friend since foalhood and I respect her choices no matter what,” Rainbow admitted as Rarity opened the door to Carousel Boutique.
“Why thank you Mrs Dash-Apple or is that Apple-Dash? I can never remember,” a voice Rainbow knew only to well reverberated from inside the boutique and sent a shiver down her spine.
“Discord!” Twilight exclaimed, what’s the meaning of this. “You know I could have you arrested on the spot for breaking and entering and for doing this,” she highlighted the formerly pristine white walls that were now covered in rainbow coloured polka dots that Rarity was staring horrified at.
Discord, sitting in a stereotypical villain type armchair spun around and faced the five newcomers. Fluttershy, in pony form, sat on his lap.
“Fluttershy!” Twilight exclaimed.
“Hi girls. Sorry to intrude like this but it is rather urgent,” the timid Pegasus informed.
“Indeed. A serious matter arose at the school today that without the intervention of Headmaster Dumbledore could have resulted in multiple casualties and the destruction of a large part of the school,” Discord said seriously as he stroked Fluttershy.
“WHAT IN EQUESTRIA DID THOSE DELINQUENTS DO THIS TIME?” Applejack roared angrily. “I swear, when I get Apple Bloom home…”
Discord held up his lion’s paw to silence the farm mare. “Actually, this had nothing to do with Apple Bloom and was in no way any of the Crusaders’ faults. Someone placed a seriously strong piece of failsafe magic on Sweetie Belle. Care to explain Rarity or shall I just let Twilight read over what you’ve done to your sister. Spoiler alert, it’s some serious foal neglect and abuse.”
“F-f-foal abuse,” Applejack stammered before regaining her composure. “I don’t believe it, Rarity would never do anything so heinous, especially to her own sister.”
“Oh, it’s all here in Sweetie’s confession. Would you prefer it on tape or transcribed?” Discord deadpanned levitating the transcribed copy across for Twilight to read, the alicorn taking it in her own magic as she began to attempt to understand just what Discord was going on about.
Rarity was looking increasingly anxious. “I-it was a mistake. I was young and…”
“Then why did you continue when you could clearly see the pain it was causing your sister?” Discord growled, his eyes going red with anger and hatred for the alabaster mare.
“Now Dizzy, we’ve been over this. You told me you’d give Rarity a chance to explain,” Fluttershy chided her fiancé.
Discord closed his eyes and took some deep breaths. “I’m sorry dear but you know how deeply I feel towards foals. I apologise Rarity, please explain and you had better make it a good one, for your sake.”
Rarity gulped. “I-I was desperate, I didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know what she was like. It was like trying to keep a timberwolf combined with a hydra with a toothache under control,” she feebly tried to explain her actions.
“Then why didn’t you seek help, oh wait, that’s right, you valued your business higher than your sister’s wellbeing. You and her parents make me sick. Just be grateful Fluttershy persuaded me not to leave you stranded on the desert island with those deadbeat parents of yours because trust me, I was sorely tempted to. Especially for making Fluttershy cry. I really don’t like people who make Fluttershy cry,” Discord said angrily, his words like thunder and making Rarity cower behind Twilight.
“UNICORN SHOCK THERAPY!” Twilight suddenly exclaimed turning and glowering at Rarity with her own look of icy thunder.
Rarity shrank even further into the floor. “I-I was…”
“Shut it, because I don’t want to hear it. Give me one good reason I shouldn’t cart you of right now to spend the rest of your days in the Canterlot dungeons. I mean, from what I’m reading here there’s more than enough evidence to lock you away for a long, long time. Use of forbidden magic, multiple accounts of foal abuse, neglect of a minor in your care and that’s just the tip of the iceberg,” Twilight snapped.
“No one else would listen or help! My dad paid off foal protection services!" Rarity wailed. "I didn't realise what I was getting into until it was to late and at that point I tried desperately to do what I could but it wasn't enough. I was backed into a corner and his suggestions were the only two options I had."
"YOU COULD HAVE JUST TRIED TALKING TO YOUR FUCKING SISTER INSTEAD OF SENDING TEN THOUSAND VOLTS OF MAGIC THROUGH HER HORN!" Twilight snarled as she raised a hoof, preparing to strike the cowering unicorn beneath her. "No," she finally muttered under her breath. "I won't stoop to your level," she growled lowering her hoof.
“Woah nelly, back up there Twi. Just what are you going on about? Just what has Rares done that’s so bad?” Applejack intervened looking perplexed.
“The short story? Rarity was unwittingly lumbered with the care of her sister when the latter was five as part of the deal that helped her acquire the boutique and set up her business. Ditched by her parents, Sweetie, as you can imagine, was not an easy foal to handle but rather than seek proper help Rarity turned to sending ten thousand volts of magic through her sister’s horn on a consistent basis as well as sending her to fight in illegal no holds bar fighting matches for stuck up nobles’ pleasure,” Discord deadpanned.
Silence engulfed the boutique.
“Let me at her, let me her,” an enraged Pinkie Pie suddenly screamed wielding an assortment of knives.
Applejack was doing everything she could to hold her friend back whilst at the same time was wondering not just where all the knives had come from but how Pinkie was managing to hold them all!
“Tell me this is some kind of sick joke; tell me you didn’t do this Rares!” Rainbow Dash practically screamed flying over and dragging Rarity up of the floor.
“I-I-I” Rarity stammered.
Rainbow pulled her hoof back ready to strike her friend, no, her former friend, but she opted against it. “Twilight's right, you’re not worth it,” she growled. “We’re done. I never want to see you again and if you ever get within fifty hooves of Sweetie, I’ll kill you.” And upon that declaration she dropped Rarity to the floor and sped off as fast as her current state would allow her out of the door of Carousel Boutique.
“RAINBOW!” Applejack cried taking her eyes of Pinkie for just a moment.
The pink party mare was on Rarity in a flash a knife just tickling the alabaster unicorn’s neck.
“Do it. Goodness knows I deserve it for what I’ve done,” Rarity said with pride refusing to show just how scared she really was.
“That would be too easy and despite everything Rares, you’re still my friend,” Pinkie said with a tear in her eye. “H-how could you?” The Pink mare whimpered dropping all the knives before turning and, blubbering like a small foal who’s just dropped their ice cream on the floor, raced out the door of Carousel Boutique after Rainbow Dash.
“This isn’t over sugarcube. Once we get back from the Crystal Empire me and you are going to sit down and have a little chat,” Applejack said sternly to Rarity before she to darted out into the night after her wife, desperate to find the pregnant mare before she did something she would later come to regret.
Once she was gone Rarity turned to face Twilight.
“How could you?” Twilight snarled. “UST was banned over a hundred years ago for being barbaric and causing serious irreparable brain damage and mental deficiency on those unfortunate unicorns to have it cast on them. I’ve heard some of the Canterlot nobility still refuse to acknowledge the facts and continue to use it to discipline their foals but I honestly thought you were smarter and better than them. I really don’t know how you can save our friendship after this one Rarity. I’ll be having the paperwork drawn up to have your custody of your sister revoked immediately. If necessary, I’ll take on her care personally.”
“There’ll be no need for that Princess of Bird-and-Bug zapping…” Discord began.
“That’s Princess of Friendship now,” Twilight snarled, scowling at Discord with two blood red orbs of pure fury.
Discord audibly gulped. Even he knew there was a time and place to push Twilight’s buttons and this certainly wasn’t it. “Y-yes, well, as I was saying, me and Fluttershy have drawn up the necessary documents to take on Sweetie’s care during the school holidays. The girl has made it extremely clear that she does not wish to return to Equestria and there are also concerns surrounding her safety if she does return. As such we…”
Twilight held up a hoof to silence him. “Just tell me where to sign.”
It was almost unheard of for Discord to be caught by surprise but on this occasion he was stumped as the lavender alicorn trotted over and with quill in magic signed the necessary documents without even reading them. She then turned and headed for the door.
Twilight was angry, no, Twilight was utterly furious. As she reached the doorway she turned and addressed Rarity one final time. “If I was you, I’d think twice before getting on that train tomorrow.”
And with that she slammed the door and was gone.
Rarity slumped onto her rump as more tears welled in her eyes. Just what had she done?
*
It was late evening when Sweetie finally regained consciousness.
“Oof what hit me?” She groaned before a sensation she knew only too well overtook her.
A conveniently located bucket floated in front of her.
“Magical backlash from both the failsafe spell and the spell Dumbledore cast on you,” Discord’s voice echoed from somewhere as the girl made use of the bucket. “I’d ask you how you’re feeling but I think that’s pretty obvious,” the draconequus chuckled receiving a very unladylike middle finger in reply for his efforts. “Anyway, I just wanted to drop by and inform you that your living arrangements have been sorted and your sister has been relieved of her guardianship of you. You might also like to know that your parents may or may not have taken a one-way trip to an unplotted island deep in the South Equestrian Ocean. Don’t worry, there’s enough fresh water and fruit for them to live of even if some of the fruit does cause terrible diarrhoea.”
Sweetie, just coming to the end of bringing up her lunch, was struggling not to laugh and spray vomit everywhere. Eventually she rose her head and spoke. “Thanks Discord, you’re the greatest,” she said still looking very pale and disorientated. “Who’s my new guardian then, Molly?” she queried.
“No, myself and Fluttershy, so you’d better be on your most chaotic behaviour. I’ve already teleported what few belongings you had to one of our spare bedrooms for the time being,” the draconequus chuckled finishing with a devilish smirk.
Sweetie was quite taken aback by that revelation and stared at Discord for a moment as she lowered the bucket to the floor next to the bed she was currently residing in. And then, for the second time that day, Discord was taken by surprise as Sweetie launched herself at him and buried her head into his chest as she wrapped her arms tightly around him and began to weep uncontrollably.
“Thank you, thank you so much,” the girl sobbed. “You don’t know just how much this means to me. To finally be away from her, to have a fresh start without fearing I’ll end up back there being punished for not tidying my room or cleaning the dishes properly or, or…” her words died away as it all became too much and instead she just clenched Discord’s jacket and cried, occasionally shivering as a particularly painful memory resurfaced in her mind
“There, there,” Discord soothed placing his head atop Sweetie’s as yet another chocolate milk tear slipped from his eye. “I’ve got you and mark my words, nobody will ever hurt you again or they'll have me to deal with, that’s a Pinkie Promise.”
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Holy crap I got featured again. How, I've no idea. Thank you to everyone who enjoys this chaos!!!!
And thats why you never pissoff a god of any kind. That pegasister sould be glad they arn't greek.
And yea I'd blame her father as well.
Can we stop with the scootabuse and just have a quiet year
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Or even better karmic justice to apple bloom
I certainly hope a way will be found to restore poor Scoti's foot.
I must have been extremly sleep deprvied when I wrote that, some of this doesn't even makes sense.
Hm, the Canterlot wedding hasn't happened in my main story yet, so maybe I let Pinkie get killed by my 2nd favorite bug.
What, but I threw you this amazing Party after Discord thought it fun to torture you for hours.
You know to well that I don't remember what he did to me, since Luna was kind enough to remove those memories.
Please give me a chance, I promise I won't disapoint you.
I won't do that as long as you stop throwing surprise parties for me. But if you want to make sure about that, why don't you go in her universe take her powers away for an hour and lock her in a room with 10 Cranky Cakes?
Okay, I teach her some manners and try to cure her insanity.
It is my opinion that the Apple family should be informed of Apple Bloom's prank, its imposed punishment and its ultimate consequences on Scootaloo. I mean, if Molly was informed, the Apple family should also be informed so they are aware of what the little apple does, and maybe someone will help them if they want to send her a howler as well.
By the way, Discord mentioned in the previous chapter that chaos gave him two goddesses, do you mean Pinkie and Scootaloo?
On the other hand, it would be a smart move for Neville to help Apple Bloom with her anger management classes, it's better to control that beast right now or else it will bite your butt in a few years. * thinking * Who knows, maybe Fluttershy could help her with that. There, take advantage of the fact that he is at school and give him more moments in history.
It's starting to feel like this story is going to make Scootaloo a draconequus, which if that's the plan I can see it. But if not, I think it'd be better to stop with all the horrendous scarring. I really really like this story, but it's getting too much now.
Now, for real this time:
Turning Abi into a mindless slave only to get one back on me. That's just sick. I thought Cupcake Pinkie was bad but this one is even worse. Now were did I put my zyankali, in case she comes to me. *Start seeking the mess that is my room.*
You mean these little things? *Insane Pinkie asks, holding up a small box*
Oh shit, oh shit oh shit. *author of this comment yells while trying to escape the pink abnomination*
Hey, there is no need to be scared of me.* She replies chiper, suddenly appering in front of me, blocking my escape route.* I just want you to be nice to me.
Okay
What, it's that easy to bring you around? * A surprised Pinkie replies, holding a knife at my throat, I simple nod in responds before she disapears again*
Now, maybe I should write a story about her, but what? I know, I let Keith introduce her to his batty friends.
Sorry Professor Sprout, but the apple tree originated in Central Asia, where its wild ancestor, Malus sieversii, is still found today.
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Correct me if I'm wrong, here was my source material, https://www.bonsaitreegardener.net/bonsai-trees/types/list#:~:text=%20Types%20of%20Bonsai%20Trees%20%201%20Apple,names%2C%20some%20of%20which%20include%20Nashiainaguensis%2C...%20More%20
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Yes, I promise, no more for now. I just had an opportunity and went for it. I will hide this in case you don't wish to see spoilers, but part of what I'm doing is because Scootaloo will grow into a Goddess of chaos at some point and I'm kind of developing her into one when I can. Now onto happier times!
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and as stated, You got pulled into the story as a joke to teach you about spouting nasty comments. Looking back I can see why the section might have been a little confusing, but I think you forgot a key detail in that Abigail in the story can't speak! I hope you didn't find it mean of me or anything, it was just a little joke I put in. Maybe I'll add something further down the line about actually becoming friends with Pinkie or something!
Erm, how did you get back into the comments? Oh right, Discord pulled you into the story for a month then returned you to the real world with you completely oblivious to what had happened. That wasn't Abigail, That was actually you from the comments
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Spoilers ahead, FUCK, I knew I may have been going to far with this stuff to early, but I had an opportunity and went with it. My plan as I cleverly put in the previous chapter is for Scootaloo to ascend to Chaos Godhood at some point towards the end of the books
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Alright, there's a plan then I'm cool with it. I was worried that it was just stuff happening, but since it's a planned result then I can get behind it. However, I would recommend maybe slowing down with it a little bit depending on how far through the Harry Potter series you're gonna go.
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Yes, i mixxed there something up, still Pinkie stalked Abigail and that needs to be punished.
Hey, it is all in good fun, and keep in mind that I basicly asked for that with my comments.
Becoming friends with Pinkie Pie, she made sure that this will never happen by murdering Queen Chrysalis.
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I'm glad someone noticed and finally commented about that. I'll add "why a letter wasn't sent home to Applejack" in the next chapter.
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Yeah, I probably do, it was just convenient how everything fit in here. Right now I'm writing on a whim, whatever comes to mind, but even so plans are slowly coming in place for the future. I'll include more information in the next chapter and if there is any zany spells you have in mind, just let me know and I'll try and fit it in at some point this year. Characters are also welcome!
Nice chapter. Since you're making Scootaloo a draqonequs is it bad that I hope something happens to make Hermione immortal like Scootaloo will be once that happens so they can stay together without Scootaloo having to watch her die of old age? Also Twilight is going to end up like Celestia. Insane from pranks. In her case Pinkie and Luna, in Celestia's it was discord.
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I'll add the idea to the list. Thank you very much for your support! P.S Hopefully Twilight does not!
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Ah. An 'apple' tree, but not a member of the Malus family. Malus is what all the typical eating apples derives from. Thus, Professor Sprout should have said 'this type of apple tree comes from the American tropics'.
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Thanks! Edited
Maybe. Unlike your usual Malus apple trees, this type are native to the American tropics.
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If any come to mind I will share, but since I'm making my own Harry Potter crossover, I need to keep some to myself.
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Fair enough. No obligation, I just always offer.
Poor Scoots! Finally got to finish reading this chapter, can't wait to see more!
I like the plushies.
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Thank you! I've a collection of 78 mlp characters and growing!
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This will actually be explored in the next chapter, unfortunately due to illness and extra hours next week I can't be sure when it'll be out. If you'd like to know beforehand or research yourself, look for apple wands Harry Potter along with Parseltongue separately and work it out for yourself!
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And remember, now their exams won't be cancelled!
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Interesting point. I'd class it as similar to a camera lense, a mirror, a ghost and a pool of water.
You know, I thought all the lead up was just some drama.
Now I can see it's actual trauma.
Hmm... either we're getting some bleed through from Equestria... or...
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Oh. Dear. FAUST. What an honor!
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Funny thing is I've just finished writing Discord giving Scootaloo THE TALK. Love your comments, having a grotty week and these have really cheered me up! P.S It has had 4 to 5 revisions so far already.
Eh, this is starting to become desensitized to the loss of limbs. That said, yeah, Apple Bloom's punishments are more appropriate now that there was this other stuff. That said, interesting use of this. The CMC are still the same troublemakers as always, but as they've grown up, and been made part of this world, the trouble they get into has gone up logarithmically, the Wizarding World acting as a Force Multiplier to their usual stuff, and AB being seemingly indifferent to the harm she could cause.
I will be looking forward to catching up with the story, and reading it as written.
unless Pinkie gets to them first?