In a Strange Land

By: The Fanfic Stealer

Harry Potter X My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic crossover

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by Rowling and WB. MLP:FiM is owned by Hasbro. I claim nothing from either of them.

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Chapter 1: Awakening

Twilight Sparkle gradually came awake to the calming effects of that particular warmth only sunlight through a curtain could produce. She lazed a bit, her mind drifting as she luxuriated in the feeling of clean linen on her naked skin…

Her mind screeched to a halt. Naked skin? What--?

And that was when the sleepy calmness flash-evaporated as the memories hit her in all their traumatizing glory.

Twilight immediately shot up in the bed, looking around the clean, brightly lit room. Where in the name of Princess Celestia was she? How long had she been out? Had they won? Was--?

"Oh! You're awake!"

Twilight turned to the voice, her hands automatically pulling her comforter up to her chin in an effort to preserve her modesty-

Her mind screeched to another halt. Hands? Modesty? What the hay--?!

And that was when her brain finally made the connection it would have made if she hadn't been bombarded by memories earlier: something about her body was horribly, horribly wrong. Her coat was gone, leaving smooth, unblemished skin that was just a tad bit on the pale side. Her forelimbs were sleeker, and her hooves were replaced with dainty, five-digit hands similar to Spike's, only missing scales and tipped with some sort of weak, blunt talons.

The structure of her barrel had been drastically altered, the most obvious change at the moment being that her two mammary glands had migrated onto her sternum and taken a horizontal formation. They now only had one duct each and had apparently swelled quite a bit, appearing as two round globes (strangely enough, she felt an inexplicable pride at the fact that her mammary glands were full, perky, and had a circumference just the slightest bit smaller than her hands with fingers spread).

Pulling up her comforter revealed that the proportions of her hind legs had changed, and the various joints either shifted or, as was the case with her fetlocks and hooves, completely gone, replaced by strangely set hocks and a pair of five-digit feet that, once again, looked nothing like Spike's.

The action caused a bit of her hair to fall over her eyes, drawing attention to the fact that she no longer had a mane or tail, her mane being replaced by long hair that, according to what her new hands were feeling, covered the top, back, and sides of her head, and her tail was just… gone. It also brought attention to the fact that her horn and snout were also gone, her mouth and jaw flattened and her muzzle replaced with a nose just small enough so that she could barely see it if she crossed her eyes.

Overall, it was very, very obvious that she was no longer a pony.

Cue panic.

"What-? How-? This-! Oh no oh no ohnoohnoohnoohno…"

"Miss! Miss! Please calm down!"

Twilight turned her attention back to the other pony-- "person," something told her-- in the room with her, and found herself unable to do anything but stare: the pon-person seemed to be of the same species as her new body, with long red hair in a braid and fair skin just the slightest shade darker than her own. Despite the panic setting in, a small part of her was inexplicably annoyed that the female's-- "woman's"-- mammary glands-- "breasts"-- were noticeably larger than her own.

"W-what are you? What happened to me? Did you cause this? Where--?" she rambled, her mouth trying to keep up with the millions of questions running through her head.

"Deep breaths, ma'am. Take deep breaths before you start to hyperventilate."

Twilight found herself doing as the soothing voice instructed, forcing herself to shut up, close her eyes, and take several deep, calming, centering breaths. When she was sure her panic was lowered to a manageable state, she opened her eyes again and looked into the worried brown ones of the mysterious woman.

"Good," the woman said, "Now, how are you, miss…?"

Twilight hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not to reveal her name… before realizing that, at this point, with her completely defenseless and vulnerable (since when did a lack of clothes equate to vulnerability?), she was way beyond the point where holding back her name would be an advantage. Besides, maybe if she cooperated, she might get answers of her own.

"Twilight. Twilight Sparkle," she provided. The woman blinked at her name, as if surprised by it, before visibly collecting herself. Why would her name be a surprise? Perhaps she recognized her as the wielder of the Element of Magic?

"A pleasure to meet you, Miss… Sparkle--"

"Just 'Twilight' is fine," Twilight corrected out of habit.

"Okay, Miss Twilight. My name is Susan Bones-Potter. My husband found you and your… err, friends--?"

"Oh Celestia! My friends! Are they alright?" she asked eagerly, all of her other questions forgotten in lieu of the most important one. Twilight had a sinking feeling when Susan flinched and averted her eyes.

"They are fine, for the most part," she replied, obviously uncomfortable, "but two of them, though… they're resting now, but they were in pretty bad shape when we found them: they'd been hit with some seriously twisted magic, and it took everything we had to save them. As it is, they're still injured, it's just that at least they now have a very good chance of surviving…"

Twilight's felt her stomach drop; who'd been hurt? Rarity? Pinkie Pie? Rainbow Dash? Applejack? No, please let it not have been kind, sweet Fluttershy--!

"W-who was h-hurt?" she asked, inwardly steeling herself.

"The girl about your age, with sparkling dark blue-ish hair and the crescent moon tattoos, and the woman with… err… pastel hair and the sunburst tattoos…"

…Shock.

Twilight could only gap as her mind tried to wrap around what she'd just heard; the Princesses-- and who could those descriptions be of but the Princesses?-- were hurt? But… but they were the PRINCESSES! Goddesses of the Sun and Moon! They… they didn't get hurt! They were--

And then her mind finished assimilating the knowledge, and it hit her like a ton of bricks. THE PRINCESSESS WERE HURT!!! Oh no oh no ohnohnoohnoohno…!!!

"THE PRINCESSESS WERE HURT?!?" she cried as she made to get off the bed, "Where are they?! I have to-- WHOA!!" She had gotten as far as standing upright (as she assumed was what her body was adapted for, judging from Susan) before nearly face-planting as she tried to adjust to walking on two legs instead of four. Fortunately, she'd been caught by her mysterious hostess, who had rushed over as soon as she saw her attempting to vacate the bed.

"Please, Miss Twilight, you're obviously not able to stand yet--"

Twilight, as grateful as she was to Susan for not letting her face meet the floor, still struggled to get out of the redhead's surprisingly strong grip. "Please, take me to the Princesses!" she begged whist she struggled, "I-I have to check on them! Please!"

There was a moment of silence from Susan, and Twilight turned to see that the other woman seemed to be contemplating her request. Her anxiousness to check on the Princesses made the seconds seem to last forever, but eventually Susan acquiesced.

"Alright, Miss Twilight, I'll help you over to them," she agreed, "Harry wanted to speak with one of you anyway, and he's the one looking over them, so this works out."

"Thank you, Misses… er, Bones-Potter," Twilight said, injecting as much of the gratitude she was feeling into her voice as she could.

"You're welcome," the redhead replied, half-carrying, half-dragging Twilight as she tried to get used to her new body, "And you can just call me 'Susan.'"

"Only if you call me 'Twilight.'"

"Alright… but first, I think we better get you some clothes, especially since we're going to see my husband."

Twilight blinked, then looked down when she noticed how drafty it was. She was still naked. Oh. Strangely enough, the embarrassment (why was she so embarrassed? Aside from the occasional formal wear for a visit to Canterlot and the uniforms some professions required, most ponies generally don't wear clothes!) was enough to cut through her panic, if only a little. She felt her cheeks heat up in a blush.

"Right, good idea," she agreed.

Author's Note

A/N: Here starts the actual HP crossover. Did I get Twilight's character right? I hope I did. I watched the series through twice, just to make sure…

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