Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

by AnnonyMouse

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human, Sweetie Belle, Original Character, Adventure, Crossover
Length: 124618

Sweetie Belle attends Hogwarts... What can POSSIBLY go wrong?

Sweetie Belle is invited to attend Hogwarts in the Human World. Many an adventure awaits her, and will this earn her her cutie mark at long last? Only time will tell.

(Coverart by AnnonyMouse, aka. Me)

Oh my, Featured 10/7/2014. My first ever featured fic, thank you all ^_^

Artworks: (Contains Spoilers)
https://www.deviantart.com/velvetylicks/art/Sweetie-Belle-House-Gryffindor-430532132
https://www.deviantart.com/velvetylicks/art/Sweetie-Belle-Young-Witch-in-Training-526403022
https://www.deviantart.com/velvetylicks/art/Zweitie-Belle-756352774
https://www.deviantart.com/velvetylicks/art/Cloud-Skimmer-756352962
https://www.deviantart.com/velvetylicks/art/Radiant-Heart-692167813
https://www.deviantart.com/velvetylicks/art/A-Little-Witch-s-Cutie-Mark-756196935

NON-canon ship pic (SFW):
https://www.deviantart.com/velvetylicks/art/1147562-Annonymouse-Phinbelle-756353664

Published 2014-01-18 15:20:03 UTC
Last updated 2018-07-26 23:39:54 UTC

Chapter One

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
01

Ponyville, Equestria.

Sweetie Belle walked along with her big sister, who was easily floating a few of the younger Unicorn's bags.

“So, with Mom and Dad going on a world tour, you will be staying with me.” Rarity spoke in her rich, cultured tone. “You know the rules, so I expect you to be on your best behavior while within the Boutique.”

Sweetie Belle smiled and nodded. “I'm just happy you agreed to let me stay with you. The only other relative who could have taken me in at this time is Uncle Grouchy Grump.”

Rarity shuddered, recalling her own time spent with the grouchiest grump this side of the Griffon Kingdoms. “Well, even if he does live in Canterlot, his domicile is, oh how do I put this...” She mentally searched for the proper descriptive word.

“Creepy?” Sweetie Belle offered.

“Well, that too. I was thinking more along the lines of 'prison-esq'. Not the best place for a young filly to have to spend the next ten months. Though, he did say he'd be more than willing to have you enrolled in the school for Gifted Unicorns while you stayed there.”

Sweetie Belle fumed a little. “But I can barely even get my horn to glow, never mind use any magic just yet.”

Rarity nuzzled her little sister affectionately. “Worry not Sweetie Belle. I too was what one would call a late bloomer. Once I was blessed with with my cutie mark, then it all became clear, and I started to learn all about levitation, illusions and a few other useful tricks. My favorite spell being one I call Featherweight.”

Sweetie Belle blinked. “You created a spell?”

“Oh, not created. I did take some time to learn it, but once I did, it helped me out greatly, and with that charm, I can levitate much more than I can without. Any object I cast it on becomes about a tenth of it's original weight while encompassed within my magic.”

The young filly beamed. “Can... can you teach me that spell? I might get my cutie mark in making things light. A pretty feather cutie mark maybe?”

The older mare hid a giggle behind a pristine white hoof. “Perhaps, but it is a fairly mana intensive spell. When you get the hang of basic levitation, I would be more than happy to teach it to you.”

Sighing and hanging her head, Sweetie Belle pressed on toward the place that would be her home for the next ten months. “Yea, great. At this rate, I'll never learn it.”

“Now now Sweetie Belle, all you have to do is learn what it is you are especially talented with. I would very much love to help you, but it is something that one must learn on their own after all. Not that learning it with your friends is a bad thing either.”

Sweetie Belle looked at her sister. “Yea, I've been thinking about the Cutie Mark Crusaders. All we do is dumb things. I mean, it's a lot of fun, but I can't count how often we're covered in mud or sap or taffy or something sticky or dirty... Like last week at the fertilizer farm.”

Rarity cringed. “Oh my. Mother and Father must have been livid about that.”

“You have NO idea.” The small Unicorn visibly shuddered. “I never knew that cows made the fertilizer we use to help our flowers and crops grow.”

“Ah, yes, well... eh-hem. Here we are. Home sweet home.” Rarity repressed shuddering herself. She knew well enough where fertilizer came from, and did her best to not think of it... ever.

“Oh look, a letter.” Sweetie Belle picked up a plain brown envelope, sealed with a blot of red wax. “Huh? It's got my name on it?”

Rarity opened the front door with her magic. “Well, that is odd. Perhaps Mother and Father had it delivered.”

“Maybe.” She took the letter in her teeth and followed Rarity inside, the door closing behind the pair of sisters.

After Rarity placed Sweetie Belle's belongings in the room she always used when staying over, she went into the kitchen where said little sister was sitting at the table.

“Rarity?”

“Yes Sweetie Belle? What is it?”

“It's not from Mom or Dad.”

“Oh? Perhaps one of your friends...”

“I've just been accepted into a school. What's witchcraft and wizardry?”

Rarity blinked. “Dear me. Have you been accepted into Celestia's school for Gifted Unicorns?”

“I don't think so. This here says I am a witch and I have been accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” She looked the letter over. “There's even a train ticket.” She held up the shimmering paper ticket with its gold pressed inlay. “And this list of school supplies I'll be needing.”

“Goodness. I have never heard of this... Hogwarts did you say?”

Sweetie Belle nodded.

“Hmm, no. That name does not ring any bells.” She tapped her hoof to her chin. “Perhaps Twilight Sparkle will know. Why don't you run along to the library and ask her about this.”

Sweetie Belle nodded and folded the letter up, with the ticket and the list, and hid them in her mane. “I'll do that.” The young filly trotted quickly for the front door.

“And Sweetie Belle, please, do be careful.” She smiled as she watched her little sister rush off once outside.

…

Twilight Sparkle, Princess of... well, she wasn't really sure what she was Princess of just yet. Magic maybe? Anyways, she was looking over a few books on combining advanced science with higher magicks, out of curiosity, when she heard a tiny knock at the front door.

Spike was upstairs at the moment, cleaning up a few stacks of books Twilight had left laying around after some of her research. With him so indisposed, she went to answer the door.

“Hello Princess Twilight.” A sweet crystal clear voice greeted Twilight's ears. She looked down and smiled.

“Why hello Sweetie Belle. Come on in. Do you need a book or just looking for some advice?” Twilight smiled. Of the three Crusaders, Sweetie Belle was by far her favorite. Sweet, polite, energetic. Just like she had been at that age.

Sweetie Belle entered the library. “Well... It's like this.” She pulled out the letter and held it out for Twilight to read.

And read it she did. “Hogwarts? I know I've heard that name someplace before...” She closed her eyes and focused a memory recall charm on herself. “Ah yes, when I chased after Sunset Shimmer through the mirror into the...” She froze. “Oh dear me. I read about it in one of the old, dusty books in that school's library, but thought nothing of it. It's a school in the human world and is a school of magic or something like that.”

“Human world?” Sweetie Belle blinked. “Wait, you've been to another world?” Her eyes went wide. “That is amazing.”

“Yes, but... How did you get this letter? Who sent it to you?”

“Um...” Belle shrugged. “It was on the step outside Rarity's home. I don't know who sent it to me.”

Twilight looked the letter, the list and the ticket over again. “Dear me, but the only way I know how to get back to that world is through that mirror, and it only opens once every thirty moons. I'll have to ask Princess Celestia about this. Wait here and I'll be right back.” She took the letter with her and headed upstairs.

Sweetie Belle sat down and looked at one of the books on the table. It was a book on simple charms. She read over the open page. It was on simple levitation. She blinked and realized what she had been doing wrong all this time.

Twilight was treated to the sight of Sweetie Belle concentrating hard and floating about a feather quill pen. “I didn't know you knew floating magic yet.”

Sweetie Belle put the pen down. “I just read this book here and it showed me what I was doing wrong all this time.” She beamed, looking as proud as she ever had in her life.

Twilight came over and nuzzled the filly. “That is amazing. I'm so glad you figured it out at long last. Floating magic is what separates us Unicorns from the Earth Ponies. Until we learn that one magic, we live pretty much just like them.”

Sweetie Belle smiled brightly. “This is wonderful. Rarity said she'd teach me her Featherweight spell when I learn levitation magic.”

The older mare grinned. She knew she could teach Sweetie Belle that spell easily enough, but if she was going to learn it from her own sister, that would mean so much more to her. “How about this. You go and show Rarity what you learned on your own, and I bet she'll be so happy for you.”

Hopping about in a circle, Sweetie Belle paused and nodded. “I'll do that, but what about the letter and stuff?”

Twilight returned the letter, list and ticket to Sweetie Belle. “They're right here. I'll stop by later after I get a response from Princess Celestia.”

It took almost no thought now for the filly as she grasped the papers in her pale green magic aura and hid them in her mane. “My friends are going to be so amazed. I can't wait to show them.” She looked a little giddy. “Thank you Princess.”

“Call me Twilight, please. You're one of my best friend's little sisters, and that makes us friends.”

Twilight was treated to a hug from Sweetie Belle. “Thank you Twilight. I'll go show Rarity what I just learned, all on my own too.” She then headed for the door.

“Sweetie Belle, wait.” Twilight floated the book over. “I think this book will serve you well. I got it when I was your age from Princess Celestia herself, and I've mastered every single spell in it long ago. I think it's time it was given a chance to be of use again.”

She was touched, deeply so. “This... This is your own book? Not the library's?”

“Not anymore. It's yours now.” Twilight said, offering a gentle smile.

Again Twilight was treated to a hug before the filly rushed back home.

…

Rarity blinked as she watched Sweetie Belle enter, her horn glowing, and following her a book wrapped in that same glow.

“Sweetie Belle? You... You're using magic? You couldn't use magic when you left not even an hour ago.”

To say Sweetie Belle was happy was an understatement. “I learned it all on my own. Well, I read it from this book.” She showed the well worn book to her sister.

Rarity blinked. Old that book may be, but spell books tended to be insanely expensive. “Sweetie Belle, wherever did you got this book?”

“Twilight gave it to me. This was her first spell book. And can you guess where she got it?”

Rarity had no idea. “Do tell.”

“Princess Celestia gave it to Twilight when she was my age.”

Blue eyes went wide on hearing that. “Hold on, that book once belonged to Princess Celestia, then Princess Twilight...”

“Maybe I'll become a Princess too one day.” Sweetie Belle beamed.

“Who knows? It could happen.” She paused a moment. “What about this Hogwarts place?”

“Twilight said she read about it when she was in the human world.”

“The crystal mirror... But that only opens once every thirty moons. It's only been one moon since then. It's the only known way to enter the Human World.”

Sweetie Belle frowned. “But if the only way I can get to even see this school is that mirror, I'll never make it in time to join.” She then tapped her hoof to her chin, a thoughtful look on her face. “But then again, it might not be a bad thing to not go. I mean, if I do go, I can't see my friends or you or anything like that.”

This set Rarity's worries at ease, if at least just a little. “If you do not want to go, then you don't have to. Honestly, what were they thinking anyway? A school in the Human World inviting a Unicorn to attend?” She paused thoughtfully and Sweetie Belle just waited patiently. “But then again, Twilight did say she turned into a human on the other side, and Spike became a cute little dog.” She blushed slightly, wishing she could have seen that.

“Um, Rarity? I know I'm not a talented Unicorn, so I can't go to Celestia's school, but...” She looked at the letter, then back to her sister. “But maybe if I go to Hogwarts, I'll become worthy of attending Celestia's School.”

“And here I thought you didn't like school.” Rarity mused.

“It's not that. I mean, I love going to school because my friends are there, but Miss Cheerilee is an Earth Pony and there's no lessons ever on magic or flying or anything like that. Hogwarts is a school for learning magic, so maybe I'll become a great Unicorn like Twilight.”

Rarity sighed. “As much as I wouldn't mind you getting an advanced education in magic, sadly there is just no way we can...” She was, at that moment, interrupted by a knock at the door. “Goodness, who might that be? I'll be right back Sweetie.”

Sweetie Belle watched Rarity head into the main shop room to answer the door, and heard Twilight's voice. She trotted into the room to see the Alicorn entering.

“Ah, Sweetie Belle.” Twilight smiled happily. “I got a response from Princess Celestia. She said she can cast a spell that will open the Crystal Mirror. Well, she'll need Princess Luna, Princess Cadance and myself to help, as it's a very powerful spell needed to open the mirror when it's not meant to open.”

Rarity frowned a little. “Does this mean she can go to this Hogwarts? I mean, just the name alone. It sounds dreadful. Besides, whatever is witchcraft and wizardry anyways?”

Twilight smiled. “Witches and Wizards are what the humans call their magic users. Think of them as Unicorns in human form.”

Looking at her little sister, Rarity sighed. “Well, I have always wanted the best for Sweetie Belle, and a school like this sounds like it would be a wonderful chance to learn and grow, and maybe even earn her cutie mark.” She didn't like to think this way, but she felt that Sweetie Belle's chances of earning her cutie mark with the other Crusaders was next to nothing.

Sweetie Belle sat on her hindquarters and looked at the letter of invitation. “If I do go, will I be able to come back whenever I want?”

Twilight nodded. “The spell is designed to allow the Crystal Mirror to be opened at any time with the proper spell, which, of course, you will be taught.”

“So I can come home whenever I want?” She hugged Twilight. “Oh thank you. I have to go tell my friends and show them I learned magic too.” With that, she rushed outside, taking the gifted spell book with her.

Rarity sighed and looked at Twilight. “Twilight Dear, are you certain you want to do this?”

Twilight nodded. “The other world is a very different place, and humans are also really different, at least, in how they look. They're not really that different than us in that they live, love, make friends and have problems. With the mirror unlocked, and with Sweetie Belle knowing the spell, she'll be able to open any mirror large enough to walk through and return to Equestria.”

Knowing she couldn't win, Rarity nodded. “I understand. If Sweetie Belle wants to join this Hogwarts, then who am I to tell her she cannot go? She's more reliable and responsible than even I like to admit, and she's very bright and intelligent, insightful and cautious.”

A hoof rested on Rarity's shoulder. “It will be alright, and Princess Cadance even went so far as to agree to place the mirror in my care, meaning it will be moved into the library. I'll make a special room for it so it will be safe.”

“Thank you Twilight, that sets many of my worries at ease. I do have a request though.”

“And what might that be?”

Rarity looked into Twilight's eyes. “Please teach me the spell to use the mirror as well? Just in case of an emergency.”

“I was already planning on that.” Twilight hugged Rarity. “And I'll also be giving Sweetie Belle an Emerald Flame Candle, which will let her send and receive letters through Spike.”

“I couldn't have asked for more, thank you Twilight.”

…

Applebloom and Scootaloo were at the clubhouse, looking over the very long list of things they had done in their vain attempts at earning their cutie marks.

“I can't believe we've tried so many different things.” Scootaloo fumed. “All this and no cutie mark to show for it.”

Applebloom nodded in agreement, feeling just the same as her flightless Pegasus friend. “Yea, and of course half these things ended up with us covered in sap.” She pointed at all the little 'raindrop' shaped marks noted by each of their attempts. “At least we didn't get ah cutie marks in getting covered in sap.”

Scootaloo cringed at that thought. “I have to agree with that.” She paused and looked at the clock in the wall. “Where's Sweetie Belle? She should have been here a while ago.”

“She's getting all set up to stay with her sister while their parents are on some trip around the whole world.” Applebloom replied. “Applejack told me that. This means that Sweetie Belle will be living closer and can come hang out more often.”

Scootaloo beamed a wide grin. “And that means we can try for our cutie marks more often.”

“I'd really like that.” Sweetie Belle said as she entered the clubhouse, her horn glowing and a book floating along beside her.

“Whoa!” Applebloom and Scootaloo stared in amazement.

“Ya can use magic now?” Applebloom's eyes were wide.

“That is so AWESOME!” Scootaloo rushed over and looked at Sweetie Belle's hindquarters. “No cutie mark from it though.”

Sweetie Belle giggled. “It's just basic levitation that every Unicorn can use. If it was my special talent, then it really wouldn't be that special at all.”

“What's that book?” Applebloom asked as she came over.

“This is a spell book that Princess Twilight gave me. I read a little of it already and that's how I figured out how to make things float.” Sweetie Belle demonstrated by making a few other objects in the clubhouse float, though she couldn't manage more than three light ones. “I'm going to have to practice a lot to get good at this.”

“Sweet.” Scootaloo watched the display. “With you knowing how to finally use magic, this will open up so many more options for us to earn our cutie marks.”

“I know, right?” The young Unicorn beamed a bright smile. Her smile then faded. “But, I don't know if I'll be around a lot for awhile.”

“What do ya mean?” Applebloom asked as Sweetie Belle set down the items she was levitating.

“Well...” She pulled out the letter. “I might just be going to a school that teaches magic, and it's a really long ways away.”

“Like that school in Canterlot?” Scootaloo asked. “But you can always come back and visit by the train, right?”

Sweetie Belle shook her head. “It's not that simple. This school is not in Equestria at all. It's in another world.”

“Hold on a sec.” Applebloom stepped back. “Another world? What are ya talking about?”

“Remember when Twilight, our sisters and their friends last went to the Crystal Empire? Well, Twilight had an adventure in this other world and learned about this school here. Hogwarts. She didn't learn at all much about it, but I've been accepted to attend it. I mean, this is a rare chance, and I don't know if I'll ever get to go again if I don't go now.”

Her two friends both smiled and hugged Sweetie Belle.

Scootaloo spoke softly into her friend's ear. “We'll both miss you if you go, but I bet you'll earn your cutie mark in no time, and by the time you come back, we'll both have ours too.”

“And that's a promise.” Applebloom added.

“You're not mad at me?” Sweetie Belle snuggled into the hugs from her friends.

“Heck no. Maybe a little sad that ya won't be here and all that, but if this is a once in a lifetime chance, ya gotta take it.”

“Oh Applebloom, Scootaloo, thank you.”

Releasing her friend, Scootaloo looked at the spell book. “So, what other spells do you know?”

Sweetie Belle smiled and opened the book. “How about I learn one right now?”

…

A week had passed, and the Crystal Mirror had finally been delivered into Twilight's care. The amount of red tape needed to be cut just to transfer 'ownership' of the powerful artifact was considerable, but seeing as there were four Princesses involved, it took only a tiny fraction of time compared to what it could have taken.

Sweetie Belle had all her belongings packed into a magical set of saddlebags which could hold a lot more than they should have been able to, and weigh like they were nearly empty.

Rarity and Sweetie Belle had both learned the spell needed to open the Crystal Mirror at any time they wanted, though it was limited to when the moon was up.

Regardless, with the four Alicorn's magic, they had unlocked the Mirror's magic, and now it would work at anytime the opening spell was cast.

Princess Celestia smiled at all the ponies present. “Princess Twilight, Rarity. You should accompany Sweetie Belle into the other world.”

“Really?” Rarity looked a little nervous. “I've never been to another world before.”

Twilight smiled. “It's not that bad really. It will take only a little time to get used to walking on two legs and using hands. Anyways, we won't be there for very long anyways.”

Rarity nodded, then looked at the assembled Cutie Mark Crusaders, but mainly at Sweetie Belle. “Sweetie Belle. I'm going to miss you. Please write often.”

“I Pinkie Pie Promise.” Sweetie Belle beamed and performed the motions. “And you don't hesitate to write me too.” She looked at her two best friends. “And you too. If you get your cutie marks, you have to tell me right away, okay?”

“That's a Pinkie Pie Promise.” They both chimed together and also performed the motions.

The three fillies all hugged before Sweetie Belle turned to face the mirror. “Alright, I'm ready.”

Twilight placed a hoof on Sweetie Belle's withers. “Sweetie Belle, if you will do the honors.”

With a nod, she cast the spell on the mirror, the surface shining a soft silvery light.

“Oh my, very well done Sweetie Belle.” Rarity smiled.

Then Twilight, Rarity and Sweetie Belle all entered the mirror.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

This is my first attempt at a Pony on Earth fic, ever. I've written a couple human in Equestria crossovers, but I felt they fell short and have been abandoned.

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Chapter Two

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
02

Emerging from the portal, Sweetie Belle bumped into Twilight's backside. Her head was still spinning, and she sat down on her rump.

“Oh no...” Twilight Sparkle's voice sounded worried. “Why didn't we change?”

Rarity, who was right next to Twilight shook her head and looked around the dingy, dirty alleyway. “Dear me... what a dreadful place this is.” She looked back and smiled nervously at her little sister, and noted she was still a Unicorn Pony. “Twilight dear? I thought that mirror would 'transform' us into humans.”

“So did I...” Twilight looked like she was almost ready to have a panic attack. “Did the spell we cast to unlock the Crystal Mirror break that part of the magic? “

Sweetie Belle's head finally cleared up and she stood up. “What are we going to do? You said there were no ponies in this world when you were last here.”

“No worries...” Twilight looked thoughtful for a moment. “Ah, Rarity, do you have any jewelry with any gems? Preferably something that would look good on Sweetie Belle.”

“Goodness, no. I actually didn't bring anything.” Rarity frowned.

Sweetie Belle beamed. “I have this pendant you gave me for my eleventh birthday.” She pulled out the little box from her saddle bag and held it out.

Twilight took it and opened it. Inside was a pretty platinum heart shaped musical note, set with a soft green gem that matched Sweetie Belle's eyes. “Oh my, this is very pretty. It's perfect too.”

“Whatever are you going to do Darling?” Rarity was curious.

“I'm going to enchant this to give anypony who wears it a human form.” The young Alicorn Princess then channeled her magic into the piece of jewelry. It took her over ten minutes, carefully weaving the spell matrix. Finally, she relaxed and returned the pendant back to the box and sat down.

During this time, Rarity had created an illusion of an empty alleyway, so those strange bipedal human creatures wouldn't see them. Maintaining the spell that whole time had nearly tapped her magic reserves out.

Twilight took over the illusion when she was finished enchanting the pendant. “Go ahead Sweetie Belle, put it on.”

The young Unicorn nodded and levitated it over her head and rested the fine chain about her neck. It flickered momentarily, and then the filly suddenly transformed, a smooth shifting in her shape, becoming longer. Clothing appeared on her body, a cute white dress with pink and magenta bows and ribbons.

She stood up and wobbled a little, but quickly got the hang of standing upright.

Rarity stared up in awe at her now taller little sister. “Goodness me. Sweetie Belle. I may not truly know what is good looking for a human, but I think you are positively adorable. Strange looking, but adorable.”

Twilight summoned a full length mirror for Sweetie Belle to see herself in.

“I... Wow. I'm a human now?”

“No.” Twilight stated. “You are still a pony. The magic of the pendant just gives you this form. Of course, you will have to find another way to use your magic, but I'm certain you will learn that at Hogwarts.”

Sweetie nodded as she admired herself in the mirror. “I hope so. I don't know if I'll ever get used to looking like this though.” She sighed.

Rarity nuzzled Sweetie Belle and got a scratch behind the ear in return, which almost caused her to melt. “Ooh my...”

Twilight giggled lightly. “I guess we can't see you off at the train station like this.”

Sweetie Belle frowned a little. “I guess not.” She adjusted the straps in her backpack. I should get to the... um...” She looked at the directions on the note. “The Leaky Cauldron, then to Diagon Alley to get my school supplies.”

Rarity pulled out a pouch from her mane and handed it to her humanized little sister. “These should be more than sufficient to get you what you need.”

Sweetie Belle looked into the pouch at the gems. “Assuming they accept these. If not, I've saved up enough bits.”

Her sister and favorite Princess both nodded in agreement. “Good luck Sweetie Belle.”

With that, the young 'human' slipped out of the alley and looked around, spotting the place she needed to go. The Leaky Cauldron. Looking back into the ally, she could see the pair of ponies, barely, through the illusion they were hiding behind. With a smile and a wave, she headed off to face her destiny.

…

The Leaky Cauldron.

Sweetie Belle entered and looked around nervously. The place was full of humans, all of them looking a little off from the ones she'd seen walking around in the street.

Slowly walking in, she was approached by an elderly man. “Welcome Missy. How can I help you?”

Sweetie stepped back a little at his rather creepy appearance, but felt he was trying to be friendly. “Um... school supplies?”

“Ah, a first year? Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron. You'll be wanting to go to Diagon Alley then, yes?” He turned and lead her out through the back into a small cobblestone 'yard', open to the sky, but enclosed on all sides by old brick walls.

He produced a wand from within his old jacket and tapped a series of bricks on the wall opposing the door to the Leaky Cauldron.

Sweetie Belle was no stranger to magic, but she had never seen a wall start opening on itself as the bricks rearranged themselves into an open archway.

“That was really neat.” The disguised filly smiled. “Thank you.”

“No trouble. Go on and get all your schooling needs. If you need to withdraw money, there's Gringotts, and if you need to exchange valuable materials, you can go to Shifty McRothers Pawn Shoppe.” He turned to leave, but then turned back. “Oh yes, and I strongly suggest you stay out of Knockturn Alley. Nasty sort of place that is.”

“Thank you Sir.” Sweetie Belle smiled and headed off to purchase her school supplies.

…

The alley was crowded with all sorts of humans, and even some smaller, ugly creatures with large, expressive eyes and large pointed years who wore only ragged clothing. They seemed to follow only certain humans around, carrying anything and everything for said humans.

Sweetie Belle pulled out her shopping list and looked it over. “This shopping list includes all of the books and equipment you’ll need for the first year of Hogwarts. Required: The Standard book of spells by Miranda Goshawk. A History of Magic by...” She stopped reading out loud as she read before looking around. To her left, she spotted Potage's Cauldron Shop. “Oh, I need a cauldron.”

Entering the storefront, there were a few other humans who looked to be about her age. They were all wearing black robes, and a few even had wide brimmed, pointy hats. All around her were all sorts of cauldrons.

It took her only a short time to locate the required 'Size 2 Pewter Cauldron' on the list. She picked the surprisingly heavy thing up and proceeded to the counter.

“Good morning. First year student? I'm Virgil Potage, owner and proprietor of Potage's Cauldron Shop. Now, that'll be 15 galleons.”

“Oh, I forgot to get money.” She blushed. “Um, I'll be back after I go exchange some gems.”

Potage's eyes widened just a little. “Oh come now, let me see what you have there. Maybe I can cut you a deal.”

Sweetie Belle nodded and reached into the pouch and pulled out a clear diamond the size of a golf-ball.

Potage's eye's nearly fell out of their sockets for a moment upon seeing the large gem. He had learned long ago not to try to cheat a wizard, even a first year. They tended to have friends or parents who were much better wizards than he was. “I think you should go to Gringotts and get that exchanged. I doubt Shifty McRother's would give you even half of what that's really worth.”

“Oh... um, thank you Mr. Potage. I'll go do that right now.” Sweetie placed the gem away, feeling a little concerned now that she might be carrying more money than she had initially thought.

She waved to Virgil and headed back outside. It was a slow walk to the bank, as she was literally rubbernecking at all the people, strange creatures, and especially at all the shop windows and their displays.

Even in Canterlot she had never seen anything even close to this place. The buildings were built at odd angles, almost like Discord had been through here at one time or another.

And the bank, when she finally reached it, it was just as odd as the rest of the buildings.

Entering, she was greeted by more small creatures with pointy ears. These ones though were stalky, not skinny, and has smaller, sharp eyes and teeth to match. She gulped down her nervousness and approached one of the 'tellers'.

“Excuse me. Where can I make a gem to galleon exchange?” She asked.

The creature looked down and adjusted his wire frame glasses. “I can handle normal exchanges here. What have you got?”

Sweetie Belle, not knowing if she should reveal all she had, placed the one gem she had shown Potage on the counter.

The goblin's eyes narrowed a little as he plucked the gem up and examined it with a small lens device. “Flawless diamond.” He sniffed it. “Not created by magic, but seems to have an innate magical weave in it. Where did you get this?”

“My sister gave them to me.”

“Them? You have more?”

Sweetie Belle cringed. She had not been intending to reveal that fact. “Uh... yes?”

The Goblin handed the gem back to Sweetie Belle. “Come with me. This is not the place to discuss an exchange.” He led her into an office and sat behind a nice hardwood desk. Sweetie Belle sat in a very comfortable chair.

“Let us see what you have.” He pushed a small tray over to her.

The young girl nodded and poured a dozen such sized gems of varied colors.

To say the Goblin was stunned would be quite accurate. He shook his head and took on his 'professional' look again. He carefully appraised them, making notes of their size, weight, composition and color. He wrote everything down on a piece of parchment and slid it over to her.

One large cut diamond of perfect shine and clarity, 8,000 galleons.

Two large cut clearest bright green emeralds, 5,000 galleons each

Four large polished smooth blue sapphires, 1,000 galleons each

One large polished smooth black star sapphire, 1,000 galleons

Four large cut golden yellow topaz, 500 galleons each.

Total exchange value: 25,000 galleons minus 10% exchange fee of 2,500.

Sweetie Belle wasn't exactly sure as to the value of a galleon, but she decided to think that if 1 galleon was equal to one bit, then she was now rich. “Um... so after your exchange fee, I get 22,500 galleons? I don't think I can carry that much.” She'd already seen the size of the gold coins. They were about the same as an Equestrian bit after all.

“If the little lady so desires, she can set up an account here at Gringotts to save her money and other valuables in a vault.”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “Um, alright. I guess I can do that.”

“Then we have some forms for you to fill out.” He pulled a small stack of papers from his desk and set them in front of her.

Sweetie Belle felt like she'd just been given a whole lot of homework...

…

The Goblin looked over the filled out papers, noting the beautiful flowing script... and the really strange home address. “Ponyville, Equestria?” He looked at her. “You do not look to be of the Equine race that is dominant there.”

This surprised Sweetie Belle, a lot. “You know about Equestria?”

“Stories, legends, tales from the few wizards and witches who have been there.” He shrugged. “Are you one of these travelers who decided to stay there? Or perhaps you are using a magic to disguise yourself?” He eyed her pendant suspiciously.

Sweetie Belle gulped nervously.

“Bah, whatever. There are no laws against such things.” He finally said and stamped the papers. He handed her a key with the number 1,432 stamped on it. “You have been assigned vault number 1,432. The exchange will be performed and your galleons shall be transferred into your vault shortly.”

“Oh, thank you very much.” Sweetie Belle bowed, feeling relieved that she wasn't going to be getting in a lot of trouble.

After leaving the office, she went to the main teller, a rather scary looking goblin glaring down at her. “State your business.”

“I'd like to take some money out please.”

“And would you have your key?”

Sweetie Belle pulled the key out and held it out. The Goblin took it and looked at it. “Very well.” He ringed a small bell and another goblin appeared. “This young lady would like to make a withdrawal. Vault 1,432.”

“This way miss.” The smaller goblin led her into the back, where they boarded a cart and went for a rather fast, frightening ride, though it was also quite fun. They stopped at the vault in question.

“Key.” He held out his tiny, clawed hand. Sweetie Belle placed her key into his palm, and he went and unlocked the vault.

It opened up and Sweetie was treated to the sight of stacks of golden coins. Piles of them even.

“Oh... my...” She stared in awe for a few moments, then looked over her school supply list. She wanted to make certain she had enough, as well as some extra spending money, just in case.

…

Free of the strange bank, she made her way back to Potage's Cauldron Shop and purchased the cauldron he was holding for her. She thanked him and headed out to get the rest of her supplies.

The Uniform was fairly easy, though Rarity would most likely freak out at the style and colors of it. Black made Sweetie Belle look even more pale than she already was.

Then she got the crystal vials, because they were prettier than the glass ones. Next, she got her stationary and all the books on the list. After that, the telescope and brass scales. Finally after making some stops at other stores on the way, she found herself before Ollivander's Wands.

She entered and looked around at the dusty interior, at the shelves lined with little boxes, all of which were most likely filled with wands.

A very old man stepped into view, looking dusty and with a tired looking face, but the sparkle in his eyes showed he was much more alive than one would expect. “Ah, here for your first wand I'd wager?”

“Oh, yes please. I don't know much about wands though.”

Ollivander chuckled. “A wizard or witch does not choose the wand, but rather, the wand chooses the wizard or witch. Let's try out a few and see which one suits you best.”

Sweetie Belle nodded and waited till he brought out the first wand. “Oak, eleven inches long, with a dragon whisker core. Go on, give it a wave.”

She accepted it and waved it at a 'target' painted on the far wall. The wall burst into flames, but was quickly put out.

“Nope.” Ollivander chuckled. “Worry not dear. Not all wands will be like that.” He took back that wand and fetched another. “Now, this one is made from the core of an old willow, thirteen inches, with a core of crystal.”

Sweetie accepted this and gave it a wave. Again the result was undesirable.

And so it went for another eight wands before he stopped and wondered. “Hmm, I wonder.” He went further into the back of the shop and pulled out a box that was thick with dust. He came back and opened the box.

“Dragon horn ivory, twelve inches, with a core of unicorn horn.”

Sweetie Belle cringed at this. “U-Unicorn horn?”

“Yes. When a Unicorn grows, their horns also grow, so they rub them against stone to file them down. This wand is made with the splinters and shards of that filing.”

Sweetie relaxed. “Oh, okay.” She accepted the wand, and it felt good in her hands. She waved at the target and released a soft pulse of pale green light that perfectly matched her eyes.

Ollivander smiled. “I thought as much. You're Equestrian, aren't you?”

Sweetie Belle nodded, knowing she couldn't lie to this nice man.

“I thought so. You see, the shards in that wand were actually given by, oh what was the name? Moon? Luna? Well, regardless, they were given freely by a winged Unicorn and...”

“Princess Luna?” Sweetie Belle gasped. “This wand has some of Princess Luna's horn?” Her eyes went wide as she stared at the smooth, polished white wand.

“Oh? You know of her? That was over a thousand years ago that she donated to help make this wand.”

“No, I don't just know of her. I know her. She's visited my hometown a few times and she's really nice even if we were scared of her at first.”

Ollivander's eyes went wide. “She still lives? How can this be? Unicorns are not immortal.”

“She's not a Unicorn. She's an Alicorn, and she's the Princess who raises and lowers the moon every night.” Sweetie Belle couldn't believe this. The wand in her hand was linked to Princess Luna? “I'd like this wand please.”

“Well, it is not my place to say no. The wand has obviously chosen you. The light it shines with is not just magic, but I can feel it. I can feel the love. That wand loves you young lady, no word of a lie.”

Sweetie smiled and hugged the wand to her chest. “I... I love this wand too. It's the most amazing thing I've ever had in my life.”

“Then it's settled. All wands cost seven galleons. This is a store after all.”

Sweetie smiled and payed Ollivander ten galleons. “Consider the extra as a thank you.”

Ollivander smiled and accepted the extra coins. “Thank you dear. Now, go on. It's getting late so you should get your room at the Leaky Cauldron. The train leaves tomorrow morning.”

She smiled brightly and waved as she left. Ollivander felt his heart lighten at that smile. “That little filly is going to learn so much at Hogwarts. Who knows, she might become the greatest witch in a great many of years.”

…

Sleep had come easy for Sweetie Belle that night. Sure, the room was dark and a little smelly, but the bed was soft and comfortable.

Come morning, she dressed in her robes and headed downstairs, where she was a few other of the students at various tables, eating breakfast.

“Good morning Missy.” The innkeeper came over. “Care for a bite of breakfast?”

“Yes please.” Sweetie Belle smiled and took a seat at an empty table.

“I'll be right back then.” He left and returned a few minutes later with a large plate and a bowl of food. She recognized the fried eggs, fried hash browns, and the oatmeal with butter and cream in the bowl, but the rest, she's never seen or smelled before. It smelled... off. Wrong somehow.

“Uh, what is this and this?”

“Bacon and sausages.” He replied. “A good meaty part of breakfast.”

Sweetie Belle leaned back away from the plate. “I... I don't eat meat. I can't eat meat. Eggs are fine, but not that and that.” She pointed at the bacon and sausages. Oddly, though she knew what meat was, she was somehow not horribly bothered as much as she thought she might be. It had to be the fact that she was a human at the moment and not a pony.

He looked shocked. “Oh... I am so, so sorry. I'll go get you something else.” He took the food and left, returning again with a fresh plate with the eggs, hash browns, pancakes with butter and syrup, the bowl of oatmeal, and a few thick slices of buttered toast.

This time, Sweetie Belle had no problems with breakfast and ate. Somehow, she ate every bit of it, and without making any sort of mess at all. She'd never felt so full in her life.

Then it came time to head out to the train station. King's Cross station. She got a ride with a few of the other students on a bus that wove through the city, taking turns and even going places that should have been impossible.

Still, they all arrived at their destination.

Most of the students got off the bus with no trouble, a few staggering, and Sweetie Belle emerging a little wobbly herself. “Wow, that was like that time we rode the wagon down that hill through the forest...” She giggled to herself, then followed the other students into the very impressive train station.

In Equestria, she had been impressed with the train... But seeing the many trains lined up here was simply stunning. She'd never seen anything like it before. “So... so many trains...” She then noted something.

Platform nine... and platform ten.

She checked her ticket. “Platform nine and three quarters?” She looked around, and had to take a double take when she watched one of the other students literally walk through one of the support pillars. There was no door or anything like that. No visible portal. He had just walked into what looked like solid brick, and nobody else seemed to even notice.

She followed and tried herself, to walk through the wall.

And walk through it she did.

She emerged onto a new train platform, this time looking at a beautiful steam engine.

All around here there were students with their families. She wished Rarity could have been here with her, but she understood that it was not possible.

She boarded the train and found an available room that had not been taken just yet. She set her backpack beside her and sighed. “So far, so good.” She looked out the window and watched the people passing and going about their business. “Well, I'm finally heading off to Hogwarts. I'm both excited and scared...”

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

Well, Sweetie Belle is on her way to Hogwarts now, yay.

Next chapter, the arrival and getting used to her new school... but not everything will be going as she thought.

Chapter Three

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
03

Sweetie Belle sat alone in the room, awaiting for the time the train would finally leave for Hogwarts. She was excited and nervous, and maybe a little scared. She would basically be spending nearly a year away from home after all.

As she looked out the window at Platform 9 and ¾, the door to the compartment opened and a pair of faces peaked in.

“Hey, there's room in here.” The boy with neatly combed brown hair said, his hazel eyes scanning the compartment.

The other, a girl with the same features, only with much longer hair, nodded. “Hi there. Mind if we come in? The rest of the train is pretty full.”

Sweetie Belle nodded a little.

The pair, obviously twins, came in and sat across from each other.

“Hi. I'm Deuce Gemini.” The boy introduced himself.

“And I'm his older sister, Zwei Gemini.” The girl added, as she sat next to Sweetie Belle.

“Hello.” Sweetie Belle's voice came out sweetly and softly. “I'm Sweetie Belle.”

Deuce chuckled. “That's a funny name.”

Zwei reached across and swatted her brother. “Hey, like our names aren't? I mean, literally, they both mean Two.”

“I think you have nice names.” Sweetie Belle responded, making the twins look at her oddly.

“Really?” They responded in perfect unison.

Sweetie Belle nodded to the pair. Sure, she was nervous, but the twins seemed like nice people. “Yes, I really do think so, and do you really think my name is funny?”

Deuce chuckled. “Nah, can't be any worse than some of the names I've heard some Muggles have.”

Sweetie Belle blinked. “Muggles?”

“Non magic using folk.” Zwei replied. “Shouldn't you already know that?”

A slight shake of her head was all Sweetie Belle could manage.

“Leave her alone Sis. She's obviously not British.” Deuce pointed out.

“H-how can you tell?” Sweetie Belle's nervousness increased slightly.

“You're accent.” Zwei pointed out.

“Oh...”

“So, where are you from?” Deuce asked.

Sweetie froze up a little. She had not even thought about a cover story. She thought back to when Twilight had told them all about her adventures in the human world. She had to think, what was the name of that school again?

“Um, Canterlot School.” She grinned nervously.

Deuce shrugged. “Never heard of it. What kind of magic did they teach there?”

Zwei batted her brother. “Silly, till we're accepted into Hogwarts or one of the other schools of magic, we attend Muggle schools, and I bet it's the same with Sweetie here, isn't that right?” She turned and asked her new friend.

“Well, we learned about magic, but didn't actually learn magic. I had to learn what I know outside of school.” She spoke, not realizing the difference in how magic worked in this world.

The twin's eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Show us a spell.” Zwei leaned toward Sweetie Belle, eyes sparkling.

Sweetie Belle in turn, leaned away a little. “Um, well, I only know a couple basic spells. They're nothing special really. Everyp... one who can use magic knows all the basics, and I'm still learning.”

“Show us anyways.” Deuce begged. “What's your favorite spell?”

Sweetie didn't really have to think about which spell was her favorite. “Um, well, levi... leva... um, floating I guess is the most commonly used magic.” Mainly because it was just so useful.

“Can you show us? Come on.” This time, it was Zwei begging.

“Well, alright.” She looked around and settled on one of the quill pens from her school supplies. The twins seemed a little surprised when she pulled it out of her little backpack.

She set it down on the seat across from her and concentrated.

“You're not going to use your wand?” Deuce gave Sweetie Belle an odd look.

The filly disguised as a human grinned a little, almost unsure if she really should do this. “Oh, um... right. I'm still new at all this magic stuff.” She reached into her backpack and again pulled out exactly what she wanted, the wand.

Sweetie Belle looked at the quill pen, and was suddenly unsure just how to use the wand. Her true form was a Unicorn, and she channeled her magic through her horn. Maybe it worked the same way, only she had to focus the magic through the wand.

She didn't chant or wave the wand, rather, Sweetie Belle pointed it at the feather like she would with her horn and concentrated. She could feel the magic form in her heart, but she tried to channel it into the wand rather than her own horn.

She was impressed when the wand lit up faintly at first, then became brighter, a pale green light with deep blue sparkles forming within. The feather then lit up as well and followed her will to levitate. Sweetie Belle beamed brightly and looked at the twins.

The expressions on their faces were not exactly what she had been expecting. Rather than them being impressed, they looked... frightened?

“Uh, we gotta go.” Zwei jumped up and the twins grabbed their carry on bags and rushed out of the cabin.

“W-wait. What did I do? I just showed you...” But they were gone. “What did I do wrong?” She slumped back in her seat, looking at the still floating feather quill pen. She floated it back into her bag, and then tossed the wand in as well. Sweetie Belle hung her head, ashamed for some reason she didn't know.

For the rest of the train ride, she sat and looked out the window, ignoring the frequent stares through the door window she would get from her fellow students.

Sweetie Belle couldn't figure out what she had done wrong. All she had done was the most basic, the most simple of magic. Every Unicorn learned to use it before any other magic, except perhaps their special talent.

She ignored the whispers and the stares, till finally the train pulled up to a station and a voice seemingly came from out of the air. “Hogsmead Station. All students bound for Hogwarts, this is your stop. Please disembark in orderly fashion.”

Sweetie Belle sighed and stood up and put her backpack on her back. She exited the cabin and avoided more stares as she stepped out onto the platform. All eyes left her when a huge, hairy giant of a man spoke out. “All first years, over here. Gather round.”

She joined the other first years, staring up at the man who had to be over eight feet tall. Though he stood so tall and was so hairy, the twinkle in his eyes showed a kind soul. Sweetie Belle hoped that was so. Maybe he could be a friend where Deuce and Zwei would not be.

“I'm Hagrid, and I'll be yer guide. Now, yer all gathered I take?” He seemed to do a quick head count. “Good, follow me.” He turned and walked off, a slight limp in his slightly awkward walk.

Sweetie Belle followed in back, so as to keep down the number of stares she had been getting. She then saw them approaching some low wharfs sticking out into a huge, dark and deep lake.

Hagrid showed the first years to the low boats, and loaded them up, four to each dingy.

Sweetie stayed back, hoping she might get a boat to herself, but alas, that didn't happen. She was loaded onto the boat with three other students, all of them glaring at her.

In silence she sat, avoiding eye contact. Once the boat was moving on its own across the water, one of the three boys spoke up.

“So, I heard you're some freak witch. Casting a spell without even doing anything right.” He scoffed.

Sweetie Belle turned and met his dark black eyes. “I didn't do anything wrong. I just used basic floating magic like how I learned to do it.”

“Ya hear that?” Another boy sneered. “She ain't even British. What's this school coming to if they allow Americans in now?”

The last boy frowned. “Hey, I have family in America. There's nothing wrong with them.”

“American Muggles are the worst sort.” The second boy snarled. “Rude, violent, intolerant of others.”

Sweetie Belle met his eyes. “Just like how you're being right now?”

“What?” He glared daggers at Sweetie Belle. “I'm not being intolerant. I'm being realistic. Heck, American witches and wizards are just the same as the Muggles, thinking they're better than anyone else. I hear they don't even have a real magic school in America.”

Sweetie Belle didn't know anything about America, so she couldn't say one way or the other, nor could she really say anything to defend or condemn them. “Well, I myself have never met any Americans. I'm not from there.”

“Oh?” The first boy grinned. “Yer Canadian or something?”

“Yea...” Sweetie Belle nodded. (Or something...) She thought to herself.

“They're no different from the Americans.” The second boy spoke, trying to sound like he was superior to anyone from anywhere other than Britain. “I mean, they live in igloos all year round in Canada, so I hear.”

“Canada must be cold then.” Sweetie Belle spoke, grinning sheepishly. She wanted to keep the discussion off herself, if at all possible.

The first boy groaned. “What are you, stupid? Of course they don't live in igloos all year round. They have all four seasons just like we do.” He eyed Sweetie Belle. “Or are you just trying to mess with us?”

“Oh, no. I'm not trying to mess with you at all.” Sweetie Belle tried to make herself look smaller than she already was, which was noticeably smaller than these three boys.

“Mind yerselves” Hagrid's boat came up beside theirs. “Yer to behave, understand?”

The four on the boat nodded, then Sweetie gathered her courage and spoke up. “I'm sorry Mr. Hagrid Sir, but they're picking on me. My sister told me to never let others bully me and to tell an adult as soon as possible.”

“Oh really now?” Hagrid looked over the three boys. “Yer being bullies and yer not even at school yet? How bout I report you, or ya can all apologize to the little miss.”

Not wanting to be reported, the three of them looked at Sweetie and told her they were sorry, though she could tell by the looks on their faces they didn't mean it.

“Mr. Hagrid Sir?”

“Just Hagrid is fine.” He chucked.

“Um, may I ride in your boat? I'm not comfortable in this one.”

Hagrid blinked. He'd never been asked to share a boat by a first year before. Then again, considering his size, he was always impressed that his boat never sank. “Not sure this dingy can handle anymore weight. Not gonna risk it in the middle of the lake here.”

“I'm really light. I promise I won't sink the boat.” She pleaded with her big green eyes.

“Oh no... not the eyes...” He grumbled and glanced away, but when he looked back she was still giving him the big puppy dog eyes. Hagrid looked into them, and he suddenly felt something strange, like he was not looking into a young girl's eyes, but into the eyes of a magical creature.

Hagrid had never been wrong about this before, and he knew he was not wrong this time either. This child was not human, regardless of how she looked. He squinted his eyes, and they fell upon her pendant. He could see it now, the magic in it, and around her.

With his two great hands, he reached over and plucked her carefully from the other boat and set her in his, sitting in front of him. The boat didn't even seem to notice the additional weight at all. Indeed, when he had picked her up, she felt lighter than her appearance would have led to believe.

With a smooth paddle of his hand in the water, the small boat pulled away from the other one, but stayed where Hagrid could keep an eye on all the other first years.

“So, wotcher really are?”

Sweetie Belle blinked. “Um, what?”

“I know yer no human. Ya 'ave this magic about cha that's hidding what ya really are.” Hagrid spoke softly, but gave her a knowing look.

Sweetie Belle winced, and hung her head. “I'm a 'mumble mumble'.”

“Come again?”

This time she spoke a little clearer. “Unicorn Pony.”

Hagrid blinked, and his brain seemed to take a few moments to register what she had said. “Oh come on now. Unicorns ain't able to talk or use magic wands and cast spells.”

This time it was Sweetie Belle who blinked in confusion. “But all Unicorn Ponies can use magic. I'm just a beginner, but I at least know a few spells.”

“'Old on there. Ya said pony? Ain't no thing as a pony unicorn. Well, not that I know of.”

Sweetie Belle shook her head and looked up at the massive gentle giant. “I really am. I got this pendant from my sister Rarity, and Princess Twilight Sparkle put some magic in it that lets me look human.”

“Huh, ya don't say.” Hagrid didn't really know what to think, but he knew what to believe. This girl was no liar, that was for certain. If she said she really was a Unicorn Pony, then who was he to say she wasn't. “Oh blimy. I just remembered something. There's this magic about the school 'n Grounds. It cancels out any magic when ya enter. Placed there to keep bad types from sneakin' in and lookin' like students.”

This news made Sweetie Belle pale and her eyes shrunk to pin pricks. “What? No... I'll be found out. I wanted to keep this secret. Isn't there any way I can get in without being found out?”

Hagrid shook his head. “Ain't no way. Not since some bad types a bunch of years back came about doin' all manner of nasty things. The Ministry of Magic and the Headmaster of Hogwarts set this barrier up to protect all ya young uns.”

The young filly looked like she wanted to panic. “Maybe I can enter after everyone else has gone through? You know, wait till they're all gone into the school, then I can come in and wait till my pendant works again?”

Again Hagrod shook his head. “Sorry Little Miss, but that magic will be shut down fer good. Ain't no way around the thing. Like a bubble around the school 'n grounds 'n all that it is.”

Sweetie Belle hung her head. “Will they even allow a pony to attend the school?”

“Honestly?” Hagrid looked stumped. “Ain't ever thought 'bout it. Headmistress McGonagall's the one yer gonna wanna chat with 'bout that.”

“Oh...” Was all Sweetie Belle could say.

“Well, we're almost there.” Hagrid pointed forward, and Sweetie Belle looked.

The castle was very large, with grand towers very different from anything she'd ever seen, even in Canterlot. It had a mysterious air about it, one that both excited and frightened the young disguised Unicorn. In the night sky hung a full moon, one very different from the one she knew so well back in Equestria.

This reminded her once again that this was not really her world. She just hoped that she would be able to return home anytime she wanted, just in case.

Finally the boats docked, and all the first years got off their boats and headed toward the castle, lead by older students and a short little man with an impressive mustache.

Hagrid grinned at Sweetie Belle. “Now that's just the teacher I was hoping to see, specially considering yer situation here.”

“Really?” Sweetie looked at the diminutive man in question. “He's a teacher? He's smaller than I am, and I think I'm the smallest of all the first years.”

“Yer certainly a tiny thing, but Filius Flitwick's a master of charms. If anyone can elp ya, it's im fer sure.” He grinned and waved to the teacher in question. “Filius, grand t' see ya here.”

“Oh hello Rubeus. Got all the new students here in one piece again I see. Wonderful work.” He smiled till his eyes fell on Sweetie Belle, and then they went wide. “Goodness me. You know the rules about exotic pets.”

Hagrid cringed, as did Sweetie Belle. “Shh. Don't go shoutin it out. This here ain't no pet. She's a first year.”

Flitwick blinked and adjusted his little glasses. “I see a baby Unicorn.” He spoke in a quieter voice.

“Not a baby. I'm a big pony now.” Sweetie grumbled, much to Flitwick's surprise.

“D-did that Unicorn foal just talk?” The small wizard blinked and looked her over carefully, only now seeming to spot her 'disguise'. “I say, she's trying to look human? That will just be washed away when she enters the grounds.”

“I know...” Sweetie Belle hung her head. “Hagrid told me already. I got an invitation to attend this magic school, and all three Princesses and my big sister all agreed that this would be good for me, so that's why I came, but because the magic mirror that brought us here no longer transformed us ponies into humans, Princess Twilight enchanted my pendant to make me at least look human.”

Flitwick walked over, still a little surprised, but seeming to be getting over it. “May I see your letter?”

Sweetie Belle nodded and pulled it out of her backpack. To Flitwick, he watched her use a hoof to pull it out of her saddlebags, moving her forelegs in ways that no known equine possibly could. “Amazing. You can grasp objects with your hooves?”

“All ponies can. I mean, not anything really heavy or large, but light things we can. We more often use our mouths.” Sweetie Belle explained as she held out the letter.

Flitwick accepted it and read it. “Your name is Sweetie Belle, correct?”

“Yes sir.”

“I see... This is going to be a little awkward, but you will have to attend as a Unicorn Pony. There's certainly a lot we can learn from you, and you from us, here at Hogwarts.” Flitwick smiled. “Now, no need to be shy and hide yourself. If you give me your pendant, I can take good care of it till I can get it into the school, enchantment intact for you, is that alright?”

Sweetie Belle nodded only a little. “How long will it take?”

“Well, with the red tape and the regulations that the Ministry of Magic have set in place, maybe only six or seven months.”

“That's almost the whole school year.” Sweetie Belle wanted to cry. “That's a present from my sister.” She then sighed. “Well, if I'm going to be spending six or seven months as myself, then there's no reason to hand the pendant over, even if the enchantment is broken.”

Flitwick held up a hand. “There is another option. You see, there are trips outside the school, where you will be seen by other witches and wizards, and maybe even muggles. I'll take care of this pendant for you, and anytime you should need to leave the school on a field trip, then I can give it back to you so you can be disguised.”

Sweetie Belle held the pendant in her 'hand' and looked at it. “I-I guess that's alright, but wouldn't everyone know about me by then?”

“Perhaps, but all mail coming into and leaving the school is monitored magically. It can be set to detect any certain words or phrases and intercept the letters. We can keep you a secret, which would be a good idea. Unicorn blood and horns are prized by unscrupulous witches and wizards after all.”

Sweetie Belle sweated a little on hearing that. “That's not good. I'd rather keep my blood and horn.”

Flitwick nodded in agreement, as did Hagrid.

And Hagrid finally spoke up. “Well, all the other first years are up in the school, so nobody'll see ya when you go in.”

Sweetie Belle nodded, and removed her pendant, handing it to Flitwick.

Hagrid nearly squealed with delight upon seeing Sweetie Belle's true form. “Blimy, Ain't ever seen anything as darling as ya.” He honestly and truly resisted the urge to pick her up and cuddle her.

No, seriously. It took literally all his willpower to keep from doing so.

The same went for Flitwick. Before, he could see her form, but the illusion kept it from being clear. Now that he could see her clearly, he saw a tiny, adorable white Unicorn with pink and light purple curled mane and tail. And that little horn of hers was absolutely perfect on her head.

“Um... are you two alright?” Sweetie Belle asked, nervously. She could have sworn she'd heard them both go “Hnnnng!”

“Right as rain.” Hagrid said after a few moments, looking about shifty eyed. “I'll jes show ya up to the school where ya can join the rest of the first years in the welcoming ceremony.”

Sweetie Belle nodded and followed Hagrid, who now seemed even larger now that her disguise was no longer there. The trail up to the school was longer than she thought, and as she passed through the gates to the castle grounds, she felt the wave of magic wash over her. She shivered a little, never having actually felt magic like that before.

Then the pair approached the front doors and entered into the hall. The young Unicorn looked up and around, her big eyes going bigger as she took in the strange majesty of the room. Still, she didn't stop and kept following Hagrid, up a few flights of stairs and down a few halls till they reached a large, open set of doors.

Peaking in, she was nearly blown away by the sight.

Four very long tables, filled with students, and at the far end, another table filled with what Sweetie Belle figured to be the teachers.

At the podium was a tall, elderly but oddly beautiful woman, wearing fine robes and a wide brimmed pointy hat, not unlike what Trixie typically wore.

But what really caught her attention was the high vaulted ceiling, which seemed to have the night sky floating within, and the hundreds of floating white candles over the tables. Her breath was taken away at the sheer level of magic that must have been required to create all this.

The woman seemed to be giving a welcoming speech, which Sweetie Belle couldn't quite make out for some reason, most likely because she wasn't even in the room just yet, only peeking in nervously.

“Now, all the first years shall now be sorted into their Houses, where you shall remain for the remainder of your education here at Hogwarts.” The woman offered a kind smile as she looked over the students. “Each of you shall have the Sorting Hat placed upon your heads and it will tell you which house you will belong too.”

She held out a hand and a scroll floated into her hand, which she unrolled and started reading out the student's names.

Name after name was read, and each one took a seat on a stool, with the hat seeming to come to life and actually speak out the name of one of the four schools for each new student.

Zwei and Deuce were placed into Ravenclaw. Two of the boys Sweetie Belle had shared a boat with went into Slytherin while the third was placed into Hufflepuff.

The woman finally came to the end of the list, looking at the now empty place where the students had been. “Now, it would seem we are missing one of our new students.” She spoke clearly, and then looked toward the doors, and right at Sweetie Belle, an odd expression coming across her face. “Sweetie Belle?”

Sweetie Belle squeaked cutely and ducked back out of sight behind the giant Hagrid.

Hagrid, still at her side, and standing in clear view chuckled. “Ain't nuthin to be scared of Sweetie Belle.” He said down to her. “Yer special, an I'd wager yer gonna be welcomed.”

The small Unicorn looked up, big scared eyes watering slightly. “R-really?”

Hagrid gave her a reassuring smile. “Blimy, I'm certain of it.”

Sweetie Belle gulped back her fear, and then stood tall, gathering her courage. She stepped around the giant and into view of all in the room, entering and walking down the center of the room. She could feel all eyes on her, along with whispers from all around.

She payed them no heed and approached the front of the room.

The woman looked down at Sweetie Belle, an honest look of confusion on her face. “Sweetie Belle?” She checked her scroll again, seeing it only held that name at the bottom.

“Y-yes ma'am.” She spoke, her sweet voice letting out an utterly adorable squeak.

The Headmistress looked at Hagrid as he approached. “Hagrid. Is this some joke? This cannot possibly be one of the new years.”

“Tha' she is McGonagall Ma'am. I was with her all the way from th' train to here.” Hagrid stood tall and smiled at Sweetie Belle. “She's a Unicorn Pony from Equestria. Go on Dear, show Headmistress McGonagal your acceptance letter.”

Sweetie Belle nodded and easily levitated it up into the tall woman's hand.

McGonagall read it, not just once, but no less than three times, each time looking at Sweetie Belle. She noted the address each time, and in the end, she finally spoke. “Well? Take a seat on the stool so the Sorting Hat can sort you into your house.”

Sweetie Belle beamed and hopped up onto the stool, scrambling a little to finally pull herself up so she could sit down.

As the hat was placed over her head, it fell down over her eyes.

Nearly the whole of the students and faculty present found that sight cute... even the Slytherin students.

Sweetie Belle was confused as she felt the magic of the hat seem to search her mind, whispering words of encouragement to her as it did so.

Finally, it spoke out loud. “Gryffindor!”

Sweetie Belle levitated the hat off her head, which gave a slightly startled cry as it suddenty and inexplicably floated into the air.

“Go on and take your seat.” Mc.Gonagall gestured to the Gryffindor table, and Sweetie Belle nodded. Hopping down, she made her way over, still feeling all eyes on her. She pulled herself up onto the bench and sat down.

“Now, a few words.” McGonagall looked over the students, eyes falling on Sweetie Belle for a moment before resuming. “The Dark Forest if off limits to all students. And please note that there is a barrier around the school and grounds that cancels out any form of transformations and illusionary disguises.” She offered an apologetic glance at Sweetie Belle. “Now, with that out of the way, let the feast begin.”

With a clap of McGonagall's hands, the tables were suddenly laden with all manner of foods.

Sweetie Belle looked at the strange smelling mini 'clubs' that were right in front of her. She turned to the girl who was sitting next to her. “Um... what's that? It smells really strange.”

“Them's roasted chicken legs.” Another boy spoke up as he grabbed one and chomped on it.

Suddenly all the students and teachers in the hall cringed as an ear piercing scream filled the air...

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

Sorry for the previous cockup where I posted a blank chapter. That's been fixed now.

Now, let me give a short explanation on why Sweetie was okay seeing sausages and bacon earlier, but freaked out on seeing someone eating chicken legs. The magic that had transformed her into a human had altered her mind slightly to be alright with such things without altering how she thought about things. She knew it was meat, but knew she was really a pony and was not able to eat such things. At the feast, she didn't have that magical 'protection', so her mind was fully effected by the realization that humans did include meat in their diets.
I hope that clears things up. The Amulet still exists, and will be used later in the story, along with its magical protections ^_^

Chapter Four

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
04

Minerva entered the infirmary and approached the chubby nurse. “Poppy, how is your patient?”

Poppy Pomfrey looked up and sighed. “The little dear's had a rather bad shock. I can't say I know much anything bout Unicorns. Shouldn't Rubeus be the one to care for her? He's better suited to the care of such creatures.”

The Headmistress shook her head. “Sweetie Belle is a student. I know it's very strange that we have a non-human as one, with Rubeus being the last student we've had who was not pureblood human. Still, you'll have to learn to care for her like any other student.”

Poppy nodded reluctantly. “Very well Headmistress McGonagall. I suppose we'll have to learn all we can about her dietary needs, as well as educate her on our own, so we don't have a repeat of this.” She glanced at the tiny creature that was currently curled up on one of the cots, sleeping off her shock from earlier that night. Poppy was thankful that the sleeping drought had been effective on the little pony.

Minerva walked over and placed a hand gently on Sweetie Belle's back, stroking the amazingly soft coat and mane. “I have already taken steps to that end. The Ministry of Magic was responsible for her acceptance into Hogwarts, so I'm looking into finding out just who it was that sent her the letter, and exactly how they did it to begin with. If we can contact her home, and get an indepth list of her needs, then we can assure she'll be properly cared for while attending Hogwarts.”

“I hope you get the information soon.” Poppy replied. “How are the rest of the students taking her presence?”

Minerva chuckled lightly. “There's a lot of whispering going on. A lot of the students are rather... oh how to put it? They're rather in shock that there's a non-human attending. Some are demanding answers.”

Poppy sighed and walked away. “Well, they'll have to get used to her, just like I will." She paused and looked back over her shoulder. “Oh, and make sure you get medical information too. It will make my task much easier.” She grinned at her friend and colleague. “I do enjoy learning new things from time to time.”

…

Princess Twilight Sparkle had not been expecting a large owl to fly into the library and land on her desk, not for it to drop a folded letter in front of her.

She blinked a few times, slightly confused, till she noted the seal on the letter. “Hogwarts? Is this a letter from Sweetie Belle already?” She levitated it and opened it. Though it had been a thin letter, a whole lot of parchment fell out onto the desk.

The young Alicorn looked through it all, sighing. “Oh dear... Spike? I need you to take a letter please.”

…

Princess Luna was the one to receive the letter from Twilight, along with all the requests from the Ministry of Magic back in the Human world. She looked them over and got to work.

…

Twilight had only been back to her reading for an hour when Spike belched out a large gout of green flames. Dropping onto the floor was a thick rolled scroll, with an additional letter for Twilight. Spike picked up the letter and read it.

“Dear Princess Twilight.

Here is all the information you have requested. I do hope this helps Sweetie Belle's comfort in the human world. I had not thought the possibility that they might be omnivores, and such a discovery must have been a terrible shock for the young one.

I do not know how you received or will send this back, but I hope it is delivered safely.

Your truly, Princess Luna of Equestria.”

Twilight smiled, then looked at the owl that had been sitting next to Owlicious, hooting back and forth quietly. “Here's everything that was asked for.” She brought the thickly rolled scrolls over. “Will you be alright finding your way home?”

The owl hooted and grabbed the scrolls in a large talon, then flew off through the open window.

Twilight Sparkle hoped for the best for the young Sweetie Belle. She decided to at least keep Rarity apprised of the situation, in the morning.

…

Minerva was honestly surprised to see a thick scroll on her desk when she entered her office. She looked down at the red wax seal that bound the scrolls. It had not been broken.

She would have thought that those at the Ministry would have opened it and looked it over, but instead, it had been sent directly to her.

She smiled. “Harry, you had a hand in this, didn't you?” She sat down and broke the seal, and watched the rather long scroll unroll across her desk and onto the floor, rolling along till it reached the door, and yet was still not fully unrolled. "Oh my."

…

Sweetie Belle awoke to the sun's light streaming in through the window. She lifted her head and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

“Oh... right...” She lowered her head again. “I freaked out last night...”

“Awake are we?” An older, plump woman came over, smiling. “Would you like something to eat?”

“Um...” Sweetie looked up at her, then looked away.

“Now now dear. We humans eat all sorts of things. It's just the way we are. But you needn't worry about it. We got a list of all the sorts of foods you ponies from Equestria eat. From now on, you'll only have foods you're comfortable with placed in front of you.”

“Th-thank you miss...”

“Call me Madam Pomfrey. Now, you missed dinner last night, and you've slept in a bit late this morning. I guess that sleeping drought I gave you last night must have been a bit strong for you, considering you are so small.” She made a mental note to reduce the dose of any medicines she might have to give the pony anytime in the future.

“I guess I am hungry.” Sweetie Belle replied, moments before her eyes went wide. “Oh no. What time is it? Did I miss my first class?”

“Don't you worry about it. It's excusable, and you can always make it up later on.” She pushed a cart over, and on it Sweetie Belle saw a nice selection of foods she was used to.

“How did you know about all this?” She asked, as she felt her tummy rumble at the sight of the delicious looking food.

“Headmistress McGonagall sent a letter to your home, I think. She got a lot of information back that will help us take care of you while you attend Hogwarts. Now, eat up. You don't want to miss your second class this morning.”

Sweetie Belle nodded, feeling better after sleeping off her shock, and even better now that she was getting to eat familiar foods.

Madam Pomfrey looked over the foods, and noticed the rather large selection of pastries. “Goodness, do you really eat all that?”

Sweetie Belle had been in the process of neatly devouring a stack of pancakes with sliced apples and maple syrup on top. She swallowed her mouthful and nodded. “Oh yes. Pastries are not just a sometimes food, like with the griffons and diamond dogs. It's a staple part of our diet.”

“I see...” Pomfrey frowned. “But it cannot be healthy. Certainly grains and grasses would be better for you.”

Sweetie Belle giggled. It was quite possibly one of the cutest sounds Poppy had ever heard in her life. “Of course not. Cakes, breads, cheese, milk, cream, eggs, flowers, hay, grass, all sorts of grains, ice cream, and more. They're all an important part of our diet.” She levitated another forkful of pancake. “Take these pancakes for example. Whoever made this got it just right. It's like they got recipes right from Equestria.” She then took a bite and chewed slowly, savoring the taste if the alien made food.

“Actually...” McGonagall's voice came from behind Sweetie Belle. “We did. The one named Princess Luna wrote a rather lengthy list of recipes, as well as a whole lot of other bits of important information for us.”

“H-Headmistress.” Sweetie swallowed her food and looked nervous.

“Sweetie Belle. I see you are feeling better. Now, eat up. I would rather you not be late for your next class.”

The tiny Unicorn nodded, and dug in.

“Now, I would also prefer you do a little study on humans. The library will have plenty for you to read. I'd rather not have a repeat performance of last night after all. If every little thing about us were to shock you, then it would be difficult for you to remain a student here at Hogwarts.”

Sweetie Belle nodded and sipped at something that passed for apple juice... maybe. She made a face and looked at the drink. “I'll do my best, and I'll try to help you learn about ponies too.”

Minerva clapped her hands together and beamed a smile. “That would be wonderful. Now, I have tasks I must attend to. You finish eating, and get ready for your next class.”

…

Sweetie Belle was rather intimidated at the size of Hogwarts. She had little idea of where she was going right now.

Oh sure, she was supposed to be heading for the first year's Charms class, and knew it was 'somewhere' on the seventh floor.

The problem was, the seventh floor was not easy to find, and it was no smaller than any of the lower floors.

“Let's see. Charms class is the thirteenth door from the right in the west tower" Sweetie Belle read the directions to the charms classroom, not that it helped. She wasn't quite sure she really was on the seventh floor, or had she some how gone from the sixth right to the eighth and missed the seventh entirely?

Then she spotted a number of human children she recognized, including Zwei and Deuce. She trotted toward them and called out. “Um, hello?”

The twins looked and saw Sweetie Belle approaching. They turned and quickened their pace away from her.

The young Unicorn frowned, but followed, and spotted them entering a room with a number of other first years. She reached the door and peaked in. She instantly spotted Prof. Flitwick and knew she'd somehow found the right classroom.

Gathering her courage, she entered, and instantly all eyes fell on her.

“Ah, glad you could make it Sweetie Belle. Please take a seat and we will begin the class.” Flitwick didn't seem bothered at all by the fact that one of his students was not human. Then again, he wasn't a full blooded human either, so it bothered him not one bit.

Sweetie Belle chose a seat by herself and set her book of spells on the desk.

“Now.” Flitwick began. “We have a Unicorn Pony from a magical world as one of our students. I hope you will all show her the same respect that you would show each other.” He winked at Sweetie Belle. “And for your first lesson today, we will begin with magical theory. Open your books to page three and we will begin.”

Not even thinking about it, Sweetie Belle lit her horn up and opened the book to the requested page. All eyes fell on her, most of them wide eyed.

“Ah, an impressive display of manipulation magic.” Flitwick grinned. “Sweetie Belle, you seem to have a grasp of magic already.”

“Um, yes?” She shrunk down under the number of stares.

“What can you tell me about the magic that you just used.”

Sweetie Belle did not always like being the center of attention, and this time was no different. Still, she spoke. “It's basic levitation magic that all Unicorn Ponies in Equestria can use. We store our magic in our hearts, and shape it with our will, then channel it through our horn to the desired effect.”

“Fascinating.” Flitwick clapped his hands excitedly. “A new way to look at magic from our perspective. And you, in turn, will learn our way of magic.”

Sweetie Belle felt a little better hearing that, and noticed the expressions on many of her fellow classmates had changed from suspicion to acceptance. It seemed that in their eyes, she was one of them, a student of magic.

“Maybe you can help me in future classes. It would be interesting to see if we can learn to cast spells the same way you do. Magic from the heart. Most interesting indeed. Now, magical theory...”

…

Sweetie Belle had learned a lot just from that one class. It opened her eyes into a brand new way of looking at how magic worked. Maybe even Princess Twilight didn't know about any of this. It would be so interesting to see if Sweetie Belle could teach the most magically talented pony in Equestria something new about magic.

“Uh, Sweetie Belle?” Zwei and Deuce approached her in the hall after the class had been dismissed.

“Hello Zwei, Deuce.” She smiled a little, unsure of what to think.

Deuce rubbed the back of his head and looked embarrassed as he spoke, avoiding eye contact. “We're really sorry for freaking out back on the train. I mean, the way you used magic then, we'd never seen or heard of anything like it before and it kinda scared us.”

Sweetie Belle blinked. “Don't be sorry. I didn't know anything about how magic worked here. I have a lot to learn, so... um... can we be friends?”

Zwei scooped Sweetie Belle off the floor and into her arms and hugged her. “We'd love to be your friends. Right Deuce?”

“Yea, I mean, magic from the heart? That actually sounds pretty cool.” The boy chuckled lightly.

Sweetie Belle felt her heart soar on hearing this. She'd been afraid that she might be treated differently because she was not a human like they were, but now, being hugged by Zwei, she felt a lot better. “I'd like that. Just like Princess Twilight told me, Friendship is Magic... Not that I really understand that, but it sounds really nice.”

Zwei walked down the hall, still carrying Sweetie in her arms. “Wow, so, the more friends you have the more magic you can do?”

Sweetie looked up at Zwei. “I don't think it works like that. I mean, Princess Twilight and my big sister and the other four are the best of friends, and they can use the Elements of Harmony to do amazing things. They defeated the Mare in the Moon, Nightmare Moon, who wanted to bring about a night that would last forever, and saved both Princess Luna and Princess Celestia. They defeated Discord, a really strange looking being called a Draconiquus.” She described what he looked like.

“Wow, never heard of anything like that before.” Deuce pulled out a book from his overfilled bag and flipped through it. “Hmm, nope, there's nothing like that in here.”

“He's the spirit of disharmony and chaos.” Sweetie Belle added. “I guess he looks strange because he is strange. Then they defeated a shadow pony who made the whole Crystal Empire disappear for a thousand years. After that, they beat the changelings...” She paused a moment. “Oh wait, no, that was Princess Cadance and Princess Twilight's big brother who used their love to defeat them.”

“Wow, that's a lot of Princesses.” Zwei giggled.

“Well, they are Alicorns. I mean, Princess Twilight wasn't always an Alicorn. She was a Unicorn like me, but then she became one and also became a Princess.”

Deuce blinked and flipped through the book once again. “What's an Alicorn?”

Sweetie opened her mouth to answer, but nothing came out, mainly because she didn't have a clue either. “Um, well, they're like a Unicorn, but they have wings like a Pegasus Pony.” She said after thinking for a few seconds.

“Wait.” Zwei held Sweetie Belle out to arms length and looked in her eyes. “There's more than just Unicorns?”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “Of course. There's Unicorn Ponies like me. There's Pegasus Ponies. They can fly and take care of the weather by pushing around clouds to make the rain and snow and clear them for sunny days. Then there's the Earth Ponies. They don't have wings or horns, but they're strong and dependable, and they can do things with plants and rocks that nopony else can.”

“Amazing.” Deuce said softly. “So many different kinds of ponies. You all get along too?”

Again the filly nodded. “We all work together to take care of all of Equestria.” She then looked down. “But my two best friends and I haven't discovered our special talents yet. We're still blank flanks.”

“Blank...” Zwie started.

“Flanks?” and Deuce finished.

“Yea, We don't have our cutie marks yet. We formed a club called the Cutie Mark Crusaders to help each other find our special talents.”

Zwei hugged Sweetie Belle to her chest again. “That is so cute. Maybe we can help you find your special talent.”

Deuce laughed. “Yea, that sounds like it might be fun.” He then spotted the clock on the wall. “Oh bugger... We have Potions class next. We better hurry or we'll be late.”

The trio had been walking this whole time. Well, more like the twins had done all the walking while Sweetie Belle was carried. It felt strange, but not a bad strange. Rather, Sweetie Belle felt warm and comfortable in Zwei's arms.

“It's down in the dungeons.” Deuce said as they descended the final flight of stairs to the first floor. “This way I think.” He pointed to an archway with stairs leading downward.

…

Zwei had put Sweetie Belle down just outside the classroom before the trio entered. The room was dark, filled with a strange scent that was neither pleasant, nor distasteful. Just strange.

At the head of the classroom was a tall, thin man. His short cut black hair and vibrant green eyes matched well with his black and green lined robed.

“Ah, the last ones to arrive. Go grab a book from the case over there on Potions Theory.” His smooth, deep voice carried through the room very well.

The three went over to the cabinet and took the books as requested, then took their seats.

“Now, class won't be starting for about ten minutes, so feel free to talk among yourselves, but behave. I won't have any spellcasting or fooling around in my class, understood?”

“Yes sir...” They chimed in unison, but all stopped, not knowing this teacher's name.

“Ah, I am Rettimus Snape. My cousin once taught this class, and like him, I am the head of Slytherin House.” He looked over the students and grinned, making them all feel a little nervous. “In my class, you will learn nothing of spells and incantations, but you will learn something just as useful. The art of potion making is an exact science. Any mistake can lead to dire consequences. To that end, you will be learning the art and theory, as well as some history of potions and their uses.”

He turned to the blackboard and got to teaching.

…

“That was fascinating.” Sweetie Belle beamed brightly and she and her two friends walked out of the class and toward the dining hall. “I never knew so much work went into making a potion. Princess Twilight and Zecora are the most skilled ponies when it comes to making potions. Well, Zecora's not a pony. She's a Zebra, but...”

“Wait.” Deuce eyed Sweetie Belle. “Zebras now? What other kinds of ponies or horses are there?”

Sweetie Belle looked up at the boy. “Well, there's also the Saddle Arabians. They're horses, and they're really tall, just like Princess Celestia. Then there's the Sea Ponies, the Breezies, the Flutter Ponies and the Hypogryphs” They're all equines, but are all unique in their own ways.”

Deuce facepalmed. “Seriously? Then again, it IS called Equestria. All those different pony and horses and such make sense.”

They chatted on the differences of the Equine races, well, as best as Sweetie Belle knew, till they reached the dining hall.

Sweetie Belle froze at the entrance, recalling her freakout the night before. She knew that the ones in charge of making the food were supposed to know about her dietary needs, but she was still unsure about watching the humans eating meat.

“Is something wrong Sweetie Belle?” Zwei knelt down and looked into the filly's eyes. “Is it about what happened last night?”

After nodding, Sweetie Belle sighed. “I have to get used to seeing you eat... that stuff. I won't like it, but I don't really have a choice, do I?”

“Nope.” Deuce chuckled and stode into the room. “And my stomach needs filling.”

Zwei smiled. “If you like, we can not eat meat in front of you, and just eat it when you're not around.”

Sweetie Belle looked into Zwei's eyes. She was really trying to be nice to her, but... “No, everyone else will be eating too. I just have to get used to it.”

“Hurry up you two.” Deuce called out as he picked a random stretch of bench along one of the Ravenclaw tables.

“I don't know.” Sweetie Belle looked toward the Gryffindor table. “Am I allowed to sit at your table?”

“I don't see why not. We're friends, right?” Zwei said as she took a seat across from her brother.

Sweetie Belle sat next to Zwei and looked at the table. Without warning, a trio of platters appeared before the three of them.

Deuce pulled his off and grinned at the small stack of various sandwiches that were available. “Oh yea, all my favorites.” He dug in, a sandwich in each hand.

Zwei lifted hers and saw a bowl of soup, with bread, cheese, thinly sliced meat and some veggies with dip. “And my favorites too.”

Sweetie Belle levitated the lid off hers and her eyes lit up. Hay fries, mixed salad with alfalfa, apples and diced cheese, and on the side was a delicious looking little cake with white frosting that matched her coat and mane, with little sparkles that matched her eyes.

They all had goblets with some steaming apple cider, and with that all uncovered, even Sweetie Belle dug in.

Zwei had sampled a little of Sweetie Belle's salad, which she found tasted odd with the mix of lettuce, grass, alfalfa, apples, cheese and a creamy dressing. She even tried a hay fry, which she choked down with a drink of her cider. She swore never to try anything with hay in its name again. She really enjoyed a little slice of the cake though, even if Sweetie said it wasn't anywhere near as good as what her sister or Pinkie Pie could make.

In turn, she tried a taste if the thick soup, which she found tasted strange, and not really to her liking. There was no meat in it, but she'd never had mushroom soup before. She avoided Deuce's sandwiches, as they all contained meat in one form or another.

After lunch, they made they way to their first afternoon class, Defense against the Dark Arts.

…

This class was located on the third floor, overlooking the Dark Forest behind Hogwarts.

As the three entered the room, the first thing Sweetie Belle noticed was the dragon skeleton hanging from the ceiling. She gulped nervously as she thought about Spike. She was glad he was not here to see this.

She then froze, her blood running cold.

Hanging on the wall was a skull... with a spiraled horn in the center of its forehead. She fought back the urge to panic, and then saw some other skulls on a shelf, ones that looked like they could very well be human skulls.

Perhaps they were there to help with the lessons? She hoped so. That unicorn skull was also larger than any pony head, meaning it came from something perhaps the size of Princess Celestia.

“Hey, are you alright Sweetie?” Zwei asked, noticing Sweetie freezing up.

“I-I'll be fine.” She shuddered a little and took an empty seat, next to a student wearing the Gryffindor colors. She recognized him from the sorting ceremony, but couldn't remember his name.

The boy glanced to his side as Sweetie Belle took her seat, then looked down and nearly fell off his seat. “AH!”

“AH!” Sweetie responded in kind and also nearly fell over backwards.

“Sorry!” He quickly responded and straightened up in his seat. “I wasn't expecting you to sit next to me. You're Sweetie Belle, right?”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “Yes, and I'm sorry, I didn't get your name.”

“I'm Berty Trimble. I was sitting across the table from you last night, remember? I'm sorry I scared you. I didn't think anyone would freak out on seeing someone eat a chicken drumstick.”

Hanging her head a little, Sweetie Belle sighed. “Well, where I come from, we don't eat animals. Eggs and milk are okay, and we use them in making bread and pastries after all. We take care of our animals really well there.”

“Yea, hadn't even occurred to me that you'd not even be used to the idea.”

Sweetie Belle fought back a frown and smiled a little. “I may not like it, but I'm not going to fault you for what you need to eat to stay healthy. My friend Fluttershy takes care of animals that eat meat after all. She usually feeds them fish when she's caring for them.”

“Ah, so you're not mad at me?” He looked relieved.

Shaking her head, Sweetie Belle looked up. “No, I just wasn't prepared. Madam Pomfrey told me about how you eat chicken and cow and pigs and goats, but also eat all sorts of fruits and vegetables and baked goods.”

“Yea, we humans eat almost anything.” He refrained from mentioning that in some countries, horse was a viable source of meat, or that glue was often made from horse hide. He wondered how she's react to learning that all the school books were bound in leather. He chose to keep his mouth shut.

Then the teacher came in.

“Welcome to my defense against the dark arts class. I'm Valery Blackwood, and I'll be your teacher this year.” The slender, middle aged woman brushed a few strands of dark brown hair from her tanned face, revealing her hazel eyes. She wore a red and green scarf around her neck, and otherwise kept to the standard robes that most of the students were wearing, other than Sweetie Belle, who had yet to have a Uniform custom made for her unique build.

“Now, as this is your first class, I'd like to test you on your knowledge of the Dark Arts.” Blackwood looked over the class, her eyes falling on Sweetie Belle. “You, Sweetie Belle, correct?”

“Y-yes Miss. Blackwood.” Sweetie Belle gulped nervously.

“What can you tell me about curses?”

“Um, Princess Twilight said that curses don't really exist.”

Blackwood blinked, somewhat confused for a moment. “Surely you jest. Curses come in many forms, from simple hexes such as ones that causes rashes, to the three unforgivable curses. You must at least know about those.”

Sweetie Belle shook her head. “We don't use magic like that in Equestria.”

“What kind of magic do you use there?”

“Helpful magic.” Sweetie Belle replied. “If a spell isn't helpful, then why would anyone want to learn it?”

Blackwood repressed the urge to facepalm. “What about spells that let you attack an enemy?”

“There's spells that can make plants grow to tangle them. Spells for stunning, shield spells, and even force impact spells for when there's a really dangerous creature that cannot be stopped by other spells.”

“I see. How about 'spells' that can weaken them. Hurt or even kill them?”

The expression of horror on Sweetie Belle's face should have told Blackwood that ponies didn't do that kind of thing, but she kept glaring at the little Unicorn. “Why would anyone want to do that?”

“I see. Your Equestria must be a very peaceful place.”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “Oh yes, it mostly is. There are some places like the Everfree Forest, the Changeling Lands and Tartarus that have really dangerous monsters and animals. We mostly stay away from places like that.”

Blackwood knew now that Sweetie Belle had MUCH to learn. “Very well then. What you will learn in this class will be very different from what you believe magic is capable off.”

“But this is defense against the dark arts. Don't you teach us how to protect ourselves?”

“Ah, good point, but sometimes the best defense is a good offense. Cursing or hurting your enemies is often the only way to keep them from doing the same to you. Would you like a demonstration? Come here, I will cast a spell on you, and I want you to try to stop me with what magic you might know.”

Sweetie Belle gulped, but approached the front of the class and faced the teacher.

Blackwood readied her wand. “Wand at the ready.”

Sweetie Belle had her own wand in her mouth, and watched the teacher carefully.

The moment Blackwood started to move her wand and open her mouth to speak, Sweetie Belle acted. She channeled her magic into the wand, quickly pulling Blackwood's robes up and wrapping them around her head.

Blackwood was, to say the least, highly confused as she could no longer see anything, nor speak clearly, as cloth was now stuffed in her mouth.

The class all burst out laughing at the teacher's expense.

It took her far too long to untangle herself, but when she did, she burst out laughing as well. “Well, that most certainly was a very creative use of your magic... though I didn't even hear you speak any incantation.”

Sweetie Belle levitated her wand and tucked it into her mane. “That was basic floating magic all Unicorns learn to use.”

“Very effective I'll say. Had you followed up with any number of other spells, I would have been easily defeated.” Blackwood turned to the class. “That was a very fine example of creative spellcasting. I encourage all of you to think outside the box, to try to use various spells in unique and creative ways. Sweetie Belle, well done. You may return to your seat.”

Sweetie Belle did so, and the class resumed.

…

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

Things will start picking up next chapter, a little adventure and fun.

Chapter Five

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
05

The first day finally came to an end and Sweetie Belle finally was shown to, and how to enter, the Griffindor Dormitory.

The main room was richly furnished, and looked extremely comfortable, with huge soft chairs and a massive fireplace with a warm fire burning away within.

Sweetie Belle's fellow House Griffindor classmates all stopped what they were doing when the tiny Unicorn entered. They were careful not to step on her and were warm and friendly, greeting her as she came in.

“Welcome to the Griffindor Dorm.” A tall girl greeted her. “I'm Mary Perkins, sixth year, and one of the Prefects. Let me give you a tour.”

“Thank you.” Sweetie Belle smiled, looking way up at the human who towered over her.

“This is the commons room, where you can relax and hang out, study and do any homework you might have. The stairs on the left lead to the boys dorm, and is out of bounds to us girls. The stairs to the right lead to our dorm rooms. I'll show you to your bunk.” Mary started up the stairs without trouble.

Sweetie Belle hopped up the stairs, one at a time, but by the time she reached the third one, Mary had already vanished around the bend. “Um, Mary?” Sweetie Belle called up. “Please wait up.”

Her request was answered by another girl picking her up and holding her gently in her arms.

“Sorry about that. Mary tends to move about really quickly and tends not to wait for others. I'm Janna Brewers.” The plump, somewhat short blond girl carried her smaller Housemate up the stairs. As they entered the third floor room, they found Mary waiting patiently. “Finally caught up did you?”

“I-I'm sorry.” Sweetie Belle hung her head. “The stairs are rather steep.”

Mary paused and frowned. “This won't do...” She looked at the only available bed, which happened to be a top bunk. “This is not only the third floor, but a top bunk position is asking far too much for your little form. I'll ask about a change of arrangements for you.”

“Oh thank you so much.” Sweetie Belle smiled so cutely that Mary blushed at the sheer cuteness she was being assaulted with.

“We're all House Griffindor, and we look out for one another here.” Janna tapped her chin. “Oh, I know. How about if we clean out that little storage room just off the commons room and make that into a room for you. I'm sure our Headmaster wouldn't complain.”

Sweetie Belle beamed. “Really? So I don't have to climb those stairs? I'd be so tired by the time I even reach the second floor, I wouldn't even be able to climb the ladder up into the bunk.”

Mary chuckled. “Like you'd ever have to climb them. I bet someone would always be willing to carry you up and put you on the bunk.”

“But I have to be able to do things on my own, even if we are here to help each other.” Sweetie Belle countered. “And what happens if I'm here alone?”

Jana shrugged. “I doubt anyone would say anything if you curled up in one of the arm chairs.”

“Sleeping on the commons room isn't allowed.” Mary pointed out. “So let's go with the store room idea. Headmistress McGonagall wouldn't complain I'm sure. The broom closet can hold everything in that room easily.” She carefully picked Sweetie Belle out of Janna's arms and set her up on the bunk, then looked thoughtful. “Tell you what, I'll reassign your bunkmate to the top bed for tonight. You don't have a problem with that, do you Janna?”

Janna frowned. “I don't much care for heights, but I guess I can manage for one night.”

Sweetie Belle shook her head and hopped out of Mary's arms. “I can climb ladders.” She then surprised both girls by doing just that, climbing back up onto the bunk, though with quite some effort. “See? It's just the stairs are so steep.”

Mary nodded. “And can you get down on your own?”

Sweetie Belle looked down the ladder and carefully climbed down all on her own. “I can do it, see?”

Again Mary nodded. “Good to see that. But don't hesitate to ask for a hand anytime.”

Sweetie Belle nodded in return. “Alright Mary. And thank you to Janna.”

“You're welcome Sweetie. Now, what say we head down to the dining hall and get something to eat.” Janna suggested as she scooped the small pony into her arms. “After all those classes, I'm really hungry.”

Sweetie Belle nodded and was carried all the way back to the grand hall. “Um, may you put me down please? Being carried all the time is a little awkward.” She blushed a little, and as much as she was enjoying the attention, she knew she had to learn to be able to do things on her own.

Janna and Mary both stopped and looked at each other and grinned sheepishly.

“I'm sorry Sweetie. It's just that you are tiny and cute. I couldn't help it. Also, I've seen that Ravenclaw girl carrying you around too.”

“Zwei Gemini.” Mary said. “And if I am not mistaken, she and her twin brother Deuce are the first friends you made when you came here.”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “Yes, and other than a little misunderstanding, they're good friends.”

Janna set Sweetie down. “Good friends are important, and so is good food.”

Mary giggled at that. “Janna, aren't your parents cooks or something?”

Janna blushed a little. “Mom runs a bakery and Dad runs the butchers. My big brother runs the deli that's located right between the two of them. They're all muggles, but have all known about the wizarding community for a very long time.”

“Muggle?” Sweetie Belle looked up at the two humans.

“Non magic using folk.” Mary answered. “I grew up with a lot of great muggle friends, though none of them ever knew my family and I are witches and wizards.”

“Oh.” Sweetie Belle blinked. “All ponies in Equestria have magic. We Unicorns are the most obvious about it. The Pegasai have innate magic that lets them walk on the clouds, as well as to control the weather. The Earth Ponies have a more passive magic. They can do all sorts of things with plants and rocks that no Pegasai or even Unicorn can easily do.”

The trio entered and took their seats. Moments later, covered trays appeared and were uncovered.

Sweetie Belle was treated to a lovely cheesecake. Mary smiled as she started on her garden salad, and Janna dove into her thick, dark stew which smelled of meat and potatoes.

Mary looked at the Unicorn's meal and frowned. “That can't be healthy for an equine. Shouldn't you be eating grass or hay or oats or something?”

Sweetie Belle stopped before scooping another forkful into her mouth. “What? No! Baked goods ARE an important part of pony diet. Think of it like this. Baked goods are the meat of pony diet.”

Mary and Janna looked at each other for a moment.

“I guess that makes sense. Magical talking ponies would be different from the normal ponies we have here.” Mary explained.

“You have ponies here?” Sweetie's eyes lit up. “I'd love to meet them.”

Again, the pair of girls looked at each other, giving each other expressions that Sweetie couldn't quite read.

“Fine.” Mary sighed. “Sweetie Belle, listen. In our world, our ponies and horses are not magical. They can't talk and are, well...”

“Just normal animals like the ones Fluttershy takes care of?” Sweetie Belle frowned, then smiled. “Well, we have something kinda like humans in Equestria. We call them monkeys.”

“Oh you did not just compare us to monkeys.” A boy stormed over from the Slytherin table. “How would you like it if I called you a donkey?”

“Well, Donkeys are a lot like the Earth Ponies.” Sweetie Belle smiled, missing the annoyed look on the boy's face. “Only they have a different sort of magic.”

“Bah, stupid mule. How can they allow an animal to attend Hogwarts?” He turned to storm off.

Sweetie Belle frowned a little. “Well, yes. Ponies are animals, and I thought humans were animals too. Why wouldn't they allow animals here?”

Janna nearly burst out laughing, while Mary hid her giggle.

The boy on the other hand spun around and pointed his wand at Sweetie Belle. “You DARE compare a human to a simple, brainless farm animal like yourself?”

“Hey, Apple Bloom is not brainless, and she and her family grow the best apples in all of Equestria.”

The Slytherin boy was joined by four more. Three boys and one girl. “Really? I've heard rumors that you were let in here only out of pity.” He snickered, and was joined by his companions.

“Not at all.” A new voice spoke, and all turned to see the Headmistress standing there. “Sweetie Belle was accepted into Hogwarts because she is an exchange student from her homeland of Equestria.”

“Exchange student?” Mary asked. “If we got Sweetie Belle, who was sent there?”

“Oh, nobody, seeing that humans, even if they are witches and wizards, cannot exist there for long without actually becoming a pony.” Mcgonagall replied in a frank tone. “Perhaps we might still see about the exchange anyways. I'm sure you might enjoy the opportunity, wouldn't you Phineas Malphoy?”

“Wh-wh-what? No. No way would I wanna become some dumb animal.”

Janna snorted. “I don't think it would make a difference in your case.”

“Janna Brewer, mind your words.” Mcgonagall warned.

“Y-yes Headmistress.” And she hung her head, but kept glaring at the five Slytherin.

“Very good. Now, you five return to your seats or be off to your dorm rooms. I do not want to hear of any more disruptions, from any of you.” The tall woman looked at all of them, including the three Gryffindors.

“Yes Headmistress Mcgonagall.” All eight chimed at once. The Slytherins all headed out of the hall while the three Gryffindors looked up at Minerva.

“Thank you for stepping in.” Sweetie Belle hung her head. “They were being mean, but I was trying not to be mean back.”

“I think you did quite well Sweetie Belle. I hope you do enjoy your time at Hogwarts.” She started to turn away, then paused and turned back. “Ah yes. Here is something for you.” She reached into her robes and pulled out a purple satin wrapped package. On the top was a very familiar and very elegantly designed R. “I could not think of anyone who could redesign our school robes to fit you, so I penned a letter and had it sent off to Equestria just this morning. This arrived only about ten minutes ago, and I can only assume it's your uniform.”

“R-Rarity?” Sweetie Belle gathered the package up in her magic and pushed her cheesecake aside before resting it on the table.

Mcgonagall looked at her now empty hand and wiggled her fingers. The Unicorn's magic felt unlike any magic she'd ever felt before. Warm and tingly, and oddly, it almost felt like an emotion. Love perhaps? She smiled as she watched the package being carefully opened.

The uniform was in the proper colors, but rather than cotton, they looked like they were made out of a smooth, soft and slightly shimmery material. Even the Griffindor badge looked like it was made out of that material, and looked professionally hand stitched.

“Oh wow.” Janna felt the material. “It feels smooth like silk, but softer than anything I've ever felt before.”

Mary also felt it with her fingers and wondered at the robes and hat. “It's amazing. Wonderful.”

Mcgonagall could not resist and reached over and felt it, and examined the badge. “Indeed. What is this material?”

“This is a fabric that my sister created herself.” Sweetie Belle ran her hoof over the cloth. She knew her hooves were nowhere near as sensitive as the human's fingers, but she could still feel how soft and smooth her robes were. Not only that, she could feel the love that was put into making them.

Mcgonagall then noticed a rolled up scroll sticking out of the robes. “It would seem you received some mail as well.”

Scooping it up in her soft green magic, Sweetie Belle unrolled it and read it to herself. “Hehe. Rarity was not happy with the colors of the robes. It took some convincing from Princess Twilight to keep her from using totally different colors.”

The other three looked at the letter, but were unable to read the writing.

This brought up a question from Mcgonagall. “Sweetie Belle. That is your land's writing, correct?”

Sweetie Belle nodded.

“I see. Do you also have another written language like the one we have?”

Without missing a beat, Sweetie Belle answered with a simple “No.”

“Then how can you read our textbooks?” A very valid question.

This made Sweetie Belle confused. “I-I don't know. I just can.”

“Um, Headmistress?” Mary spoke up. “She IS a magical unicorn. Maybe it's best not to dwell too much on why she can read English. Now, if she can read other languages, then I'd really be curious.”

Minerva nodded. “That is indeed a valid idea Mary, thank you. Sweetie Belle, come with me.”

“But...” The filly looked at her barely touched cheesecake.

“Bring it along, and your new robes. You can try them on later.”

Sweetie Belle nodded and closed up the package. “I'll see the two of you back at the dorm room later.” She set the package on her back, balancing it with the greatest of ease, and levitated the food, taking careful bites as she followed the woman who made Princess Celestia look short.

They finally reached an alcove with a statue of a rearing griffin. Mcgonagall whispered a word and the statue rotated, revealing stairs leading up.

The stairs were steep, but Sweetie Belle was feeling fully recharged, having finished off her food along the way. She reached the top and entered a room that made the Royal Canterlot Library look like a feeble collection of books and relics.

“Wow...” The tiny filly rubbernecked as she looked all over the room, taking in every little detail, especially at all the paintings which made no attempts to hide the fact that they were watching her.

“Come over here Sweetie Belle.” Mcgonagall sat behind a grand desk and gestured at a very comfortable looking chair.

The filly hopped and scrambled up and took a seat, setting the package down beside her. “Um, why exactly are we here?”

“As your friend mentioned, the fact you can understand English is a mystery, one best not worried about, but I am curious just how far your understanding goes.” She used her wand to float a few thick books from various places among the shelves. “Tell me if you can read anything from any of these books.”

Sweetie Belle nodded and opened the first book and looked over the writing. “Hogwarts, a History. Russian Edition.” She spoke in flawless Russian. “Wait, that's not your language. How can I read and even speak this?”

Minerva's eyes had gone wide as Sweetie Belle spoke the language that she couldn't have had even the slightest chance of learning. “Hmm, one more. Read this one.”

The next book looked very different. She opened it and once again she read and spoke it flawlessly. “Conjuring and Commanding Japanese Spirits.” This time in perfect Japanese.

“Well I'll be. It seems you somehow have an natural magic that lets you speak and read other languages.” The headmistress leaned back in her high-backed chair. “I get the feeling you are actually speaking English, and not your native Equestrian.”

Sweetie Belle paused and thought about it for a moment, and realized this was true. “You're right. I was doing it and not really even noticing I was doing it.”

“I would like to hear you say something in your own language, if that's alright with you.”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “Hello Headmistress Mcgonagall. It's a pleasure and honor to attend Hogwarts.” Her native language was flowing, musical and almost magical.

Mcgonagall almost imagined it being a mix of ancient High Elven and Latin, with the obvious playful whinny of an equine hinted here and there. “Oh my, such a wonderful language.”

Sweetie Belle blushed. “Really? It's how all ponies speak.”

Mcgonagall nodded. “Yes, and strangely, I understood everything you said. It would seem to me that the Equestrian language itself is a form of magic. I have a theory that you are indeed speaking Equestrian all this time. It is just translating itself into English or whatever language you are trying to speak.”

“Really? Wow. But why could I read those books without having ever seen the written languages before? Is it the same with written Equestrian? It lets me read other languages the same way I can speak them?”

Mcgonagall nodded. “That is indeed a possibility. Now, I want you to understand this. A language spell in and of itself is a very complex and exceedingly difficult magic to pull off, even for a highly skilled witch like myself, but it seems that your language is not only a more powerful version of that magic, but at the same time, much simpler to use.”

Sweetie Belle tilted her head, looking confused. “Wait, so if somepony... er, someone were to learn Equestrian, would they be able to speak and read any language they want as well?”

Mcgonagall nodded. “That is very possible. Your language alone can unlock more secrets of magic than we have ever imagined. Not to mention your own Unicorn's magic from the heart.” She then tapped her chin. “I heard about your little demonstration in defense against the dark arts. I would have to say, if we could learn to use magic from the heart like you, then it is also possible for Muggles to learn to use magic as well. This would most certainly be a huge breakthrough in bringing the world of magic and the Muggle worlds together instead of them being so separated.”

“Really?” Sweetie Belle blinked. “But I thought Muggles were non-magic using folk.”

“You yourself said that even your Pegasai and Earth Ponies have their own magic.” Minerva smiled kindly. “In fact, that gives me an idea. You should return to your dorm room now while I do some inquiries.” She rose and led Sweetie Belle, once gain balancing her package on her back, to the door. “Thank you for your time Sweetie Belle. I have learned a lot today, which is always a special treat for me.”

“You're welcome?” Sweetie Belle was not really sure exactly what she had helped the Headmistress of Hogwarts learn, but she felt happy she could have helped.

Sweetie Belle then made her way back towards the Gryffindor dorm rooms... she hoped...

Walking through the halls, she had to stop and look around, and came to a startling revelation.

"Oh no... where am I?" Sweetie Belle was lost...

To Be Continued...

Chapter Six

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
06

“Oh no, where am I?”

Sweetie Belle looked back the way she came, but the hall looked identical to the one she had been walking down, and she knew she'd only moments ago turned a corner.

But that corner was nowhere to be seen.

“There's no need to be frightened...” She told herself, but almost didn't believe her own words.

The she heard something...

A growl.

Sweetie backed away from the direction the growl came from. Squinting her eyes to see in the dim light of this strange hallway. Then she saw it.

Something frightening looking, a dark form, feral, with eyes that gleamed crimson in the dim light.

Sweetie Belle didn't consider herself a coward, by no means. Still, she was also not stupid, by any means. Then there was the fact that she didn't know what that thing was. She could tell that it moved like it was stalking her, inching closer and closer.

It looked feline, and it had to be about her size, maybe larger.

Sweetie Belle was by no means a cat pony. Rather, all her experiences with Opalescence had left her with quite a dislike of cats, as well as a slight fear of them... and that was the small ones like her sister's pet.

This one, though she couldn't see it clearly, looked mean, and bigger than herself. If Opal could scare her, then imagine what she was feeling right now.

“D-don't be scared...” Sweetie Belle lied to herself. She was most certainly afraid now.

The feline monster moved closer, its crimson eyes locked onto her smaller form. It let out a low, predatory growl, and that was all the filly needed for her hooves to start moving on their own. She spun and bolted down further into the dimly lit corridor, as fast as her tiny cloven hooves would carry her.

Heart pounding, ears plastered to her skull, her eyes wide with her pupils down to terrified pinpricks, the filly ran for her life.

She could hear it, the monster, giving chase after her, enjoying the sport of the chase before the final catch and...

Sweetie Belle didn't want to think about it, but her mind was filled with images of Opalescence bring dead 'gifts' home to Rarity.

While Rarity hated her cat doing that, she still praised her pet for being so generous. It was, after all, a display of love for their owners.

Sweetie did not want to be a gift to anyone, so she ran faster than she felt she'd ever ran before.

Ahead, she felt relieved as she saw a room with the door slightly ajar. She bolted inside and bucked the heavy door as hard as she could with her surprisingly strong little legs. With a loud bang, the door slammed shut behind her.

Collapsing into a gasping, wheezing heap, Sweetie Belle finally rested, at least till she heard the scratching at the door.

It only took her moments to push a dresser, crate, sofa, small statue and a few other objects against the wooden surface, and prayed to Celestia and Luna that those would be enough to hold the door closed from the feline monster outside.

Again she collapsed before looking around.

This room, it was filled to the brim with all sorts of stuff, some piled so high as to nearly reach the high, vaulted ceilings which looked to be held up by tall pillars and arches.

The room screamed of mystery, and if there was one thing Sweetie Belle enjoyed, it was a good mystery novel. That, and exploring new places, of which Ponyville has a shortage of.

So here she was, in a mysterious, unexplored new place.

Her curiosity got the better of her, and after checking the door one last time and placing a few more objects against it for good measure, she headed off to look around.

A few steps in, and she froze. Checking her back... her precious package was missing... most likely having fallen off her back when she fled for her life from that creature. Hopefully someone would find it and come to her rescue, or maybe there was another way out of this room she could use to escape.

“Everything will turn out for the best... I hope.” She whispered to herself and moved further into the room.

Everything looked so old and mysterious. Oddly, she could smell soot in the air, like there may have once been a fire in here. She hoped that she never got caught in a fire that would most likely fill this whole place.

She then stopped before a huge mirror, and she instantly thought of the spell she could use to return to Equestria. But if she did that and Rarity learned about that monster cat, would she ever allow her beloved little sister to return to Hogwarts?

No, Sweetie Belle wouldn't risk that. This place was just amazing, so unlike anyplace she'd ever imagined before, despite the dangers she now knew that stalked the halls.

As she looked in the mirror, she noticed something.

Turning sideways, she gasped as she saw a mark on her hindquarters. “Oh my gosh! My cutie mark?” She stared at the cute pink heart with crossed wands over it. “Is my special talent magic?” She looked away from the mirror and stared at her own blank flank. “Wh-what?”

Looking back in the mirror, she once again saw she sported a cutie mark. This time it was a cute pink heart with a witches hat on it.

This confused the filly. “This mirror... it can't be telling me the truth.” She looked to her blank flank and again at her reflection. This time it was a cauldron with a pink heart sticking out of it. She knew now the mirror was playing games with her and she frowned. “Yea, it's trying to trick me.” She turned and walked away, deeper into the room.

For what felt like hours she explored, always finding new things at every turn. She had long ago realized she was lost in here, this impossibly huge chamber filled with so many strange things. She suddenly yawned and wished she was back in the dorm, and in her bed, even if it was the top bunk.

Rounding another pile of stuff, she saw a most welcoming sight.

A huge, comfortable looking bed. She smiled and crawled up onto the amazingly soft mattress with the thick down covers and large, soft pillows.

“A quick nap. That's what I'll take, to get my energy back. Hopefully by then I'll be rested and able to find my way out of this place, and away from that cat thing.” She crawled under the covers and rested her head on the pillow.

She let out one last wide, cute yawn, and then she fell asleep.

“Sweetie Belle?” A familiar voice called out from the soft, fluffy pink clouds that surrounded her, with the wide star filled sky above.

Sweetie Belle blinked and looked around, and saw a dark figure take form before her. She instantly recognized the tall Alicorn.

“Princess Luna? What are you doing here? I'm just dreaming, right?” Sweetie Belle looked up at the beautiful dark princess of the night.

“Yes, you are dreaming, and we are here, just checking in on you at your sister's request.” Princess Luna smiled. “How has your time been here at Hogwarts so far?”

“It's amazing.” Sweetie Belle beamed. “There is so much new stuff to learn. I bet that by the time I come home I can teach Princess Twilight something new about magic.” She pranced on the spot, a smile wide on her lips.

Luna smiled back. “We are glad to hear that, and your dear sister will be relieved as well. She thinks constantly of your well being. She has so many questions she wanted to ask you that sadly, We cannot relate with the little time we have together.”

Sweetie Belle giggled, then frowned. “Well, I'm kinda, sorta in a tough spot at the moment.”

This made Luna's frown fade. “Oh? Do tell.”

“Well, I kinda got lost after talking with Headmistress Mcgonagall and got chased by a really big scary cat monster and I lost the uniform Rarity made for me.” She hung her head. “I found a really big room filled with all sorts of stuff and got lost in it. Then I found a bed and laid down to take a nap.”

Princess Luna sighed, then giggled. “Sweetie Belle, you need not worry. All will work out, of this we are certain. For now, have sweet dreams, and we shan't tell your sister of your little adventure.” She touched her horn to Sweetie Belle's horn and was about to use some magic when she paused.

“Goodness. We feel powerful magic from you. Nay, not from you, but on you. We know this magic well, for it is our own, though ancient.”

Sweetie Belle's eyes went wide and a huge smile appeared on her face. “Oh yea! My wand. It's over a thousand years old and can you guess what? It has a tiny bit of your horn in it.”

Luna's eyes went wide, and then she beamed brightly. “You do not say. We are amazed the wand we aided in creating so very long ago still exists, and we cannot be more pleased that it has come into your possession. Did you know that the wand chooses their owner?”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “The man at the wand shop told me that too. He never thought that the wand would ever choose a new owner, but it chose me.”

This time it was Luna who pranced giddily. “Oh we are so very happy. You have our full blessing and pride to now own the Lunar Wand.” She then curled her legs under her and looked Sweetie Belle in the eye. “May we see it? It has been such a long time.”

Sweetie Belle nodded and reached a hoof into her mane and pulled the wand out. It glowed with the same beautiful dark blue of Princess Luna's own magic, reacting to the presence of the one who helped create it. The filly could feel the joy and love radiating off her wand as Luna touched her horn to it.

“Yes my dear one, you are in the best of hooves, but then again, you already knew that.” Luna spoke to the wand. “Sweetie Belle, this wand, it contains a portion of my magic within it, and that includes the power to look into the dreams of others. We do, however, hope that you do not abuse this gift, as it is a powerful magic.”

Sweetie Belle nodded and hugged the wand to her chest. “I will never do anything like that. This wand, every time I hold it, it feels like I'm being wrapped in your beautiful dark wings. She makes me feel so calm and comfortable.”

This made Luna's heart swell with joy. “She feels the same when wrapped in your magic. She feels your joy, your love, and she wants nothing more than to help you to be your best.” She then stood up, still smiling. “We had best be on our way, and once again, we wish you the sweetest of dreams.” She touched her horn to Sweetie Belle's horn, and they both glowed, the dark blue and pale green magic intertwining. “I have given you my blessing. Your dreams cannot be invaded by evil or nightmares so easily, for a while at least. Good night My Little Pony.” With that, Princess Luna flew off into the star filled dream sky.

Sweetie Belle's heart beat strong and calmly as she lay down in the soft clouds and drifted off into wonderful dreams.

…

“Sweetie Belle?” A firm, but soft voice whispered into the filly's ear, waking her softly from her slumber.

“Hmm? Rarity? Five more minutes please.” She rolled over.

A chuckle that was not her sisters greeted her ears. The filly then remembered, she was lost in some huge room.

Her eyes snapped open and she sat up and looked around. The first thing she saw was Headmistress Mcgonagall's smirking face.

“It would seen you had a little misadventure last night.” She said as she lay a familiar package onto the bed.

“I-I was chased by a really scary monster cat into this room where I got lost for a long time and then I found this bed and fell asleep.” Sweetie Belle refrained from mentioning Princess Luna's visit in her dreams.

Mcgonagall nodded. “I see. Well, odd it may seem, but I had a dream that you were in here. I don't often have dreams of such clarity, so when I do, I feel they are of importance. Oddly, this room's ceiling has been replaced with the night sky, yet I recognized none of the stars.” She tapped her chin, pondering what that meant.

Sweetie Belle knew instantly what had happened, but didn't say anything. “Thank you for finding my uniform and for finding me. I was so scared being chased by...” She then froze...

That cat was sitting on a dresser, no less than a few yards away, and staring at her with those crimson eyes. It looked dangerous, feral, mean and just plain unfriendly.

“C-c-c...” Sweetie Belle hid under the covers in a feeble attempt to hide from the cat in question.

“Ah yes, this is Ms. Norris. She is our caretaker, Argus Filtch's cat. Best you stay out of both her and his way.” Mcgonagall then turned to Ms. Norris. “And you, Ms. Norris. This little filly is one of our students. Not some wild animal that wandered in that you may stalk and hunt at your whim. I expect you to leave her alone from now on.”

Ms. Norris's answer was a growly yawn before she hopped down to the floor and walked out the door, which oddly had not been anywhere near the bed anytime last night.

“Now, Sweetie Belle, it is still late at night, and this is not the safest place for any student to be at the best of times. Let us get back to the Gryffindor dorm, and you safely in your own bed.”

Sweetie Belle peaked out from under the blanket and nodded before climbing out of the bed and placing her package on her back. “I'm sorry for causing you trouble.”

“No trouble was caused my dear. I had drifted off to sleep when I should have been working anyways, though I awoke feeling more refreshed than I have in years.” Mcgonagall smiled and led the Unicorn back to her own dorm.

“One more thing Sweetie Belle. I have received the reasonable request to change that room over there into a bedroom for you. I shall see it is tended to in the morrow. Now, off to bed with you.”

Sweetie Belle nuzzled the Headmistress's leg, smiled cutely up at her and said in the most sucrose and innocent voice ever heard by any human “Thank you.” She then trotted to the stairs and stated working her way up them to the third floor to get a good night's rest.

To Be Continued...

Chapter Seven

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
07

The first week flew by, with Sweetie Belle learning more than she had ever learned about magic back in Equestria, even if they had yet to actually teach many spells.

The filly found that learning the theory behind wizardy and witchcraft was necessary before even learning the most basic of spells.

Though she found most of the lessons trite and boring, she endured, payed attention and took her notes. She didn't want to disappoint Rarity or Princess Twilight by failing, and she especially wanted to be worthy of her wand, the Lunar Wand.

And so it came to the first Saturday, a day with only one class. A new class at that, and this time outdoors.

The teacher this time looked a little strange, with short, spiky white hair and yellow cat's eyes.

“Good morning class. I am Madam Hooch. Today you are going to begin learning about the most common means of travel for most witches and wizards.” She walked back and forth in front of the assembled students, eying them with her strange eyes. “The Broomstick. I know all, or rather, most of you are familiar with this idea.” She stopped and looked at Sweetie Belle. “Are you familiar with the use of broomsticks to fly about?”

“No Ma'am.” Sweetie Belle replied, looking up at the much taller teacher.

“Well, that is alright. I am certain you will get the grasp of it quickly.” She walked a short distance away and turned to face the assembles dozen students. “Now, place your broom on the ground to your left, then hold you left hand over the broom and say 'Up'. I do not want you to do anything other than that for the moment.”

The following few moments had varying results, with a few students getting in the first few tries, and some seeming to have great difficulty with even getting the broom to rise.

Sweetie Belle was another matter entirely. Her broom almost seemed confused, hopping up, only to bounce off her hoof and falling back to the ground.

Madam Hooch noticed this and frowned. “It would seem that the broomstick is not going to be an option for you little one.”

“I don't have hands...” Sweetie Belle looked up with her big green eyes, watering slightly as she tried not to cry.

Looking away, Madam Hooch had to take a few deep breaths to calm her heart. Goodness that filly was almost too much to stand, and this was the first time they had come face to face, so to speak. Looking back, she knelt down and used a kerchief to dry Sweetie Belle's eyes. “Now now Sweetie Belle. I am sure there is something we can do. How do the magic users in your homeland travel?”

“Um, well...” Sweetie Belle thought for a bit. “We have a train, and Princess Twilight used to travel on a Pegasai drawn chariot. But she can also teleport and now that she has wings, she can fly on her own.”

Madam Hooch blinked, honestly surprised. “Really? Chariots? Pegasai? I thought all ponies are supposed to be pretty much equal, at least that's what I've been hearing from some of your other teachers as they learn about Equestria from you. Why would any agree to be used as a beast of burden?”

Sweetie Belle blinked back. “I don't think that's how it works Ma'am. It's their job, um, kinda like the cab drivers here on Earth.”

“Ah, that makes more sense.” The woman nodded. “In that case, I am unsure of how to teach you to use a broom or any sort of flying object. Then again...” She grinned. “Wait right here, and I do not want ANY of you to even attempt flying till I get back.” She hustled off.

Zwei and Deuce were in the same class, and they came over to Sweetie Belle.

“You really use flying chariots?” Deuce asked. “That's wicked.”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “We also have airships. They're kinda like boats, but float in the sky using big balloons filled with hot air and either move by big fans in the back, or even sails. Some are even pulled by teams of Pegasai, but those are the really old ones.”

Zwei sat down, her legs tucked under her and her broom resting on the ground next to her. “That's amazing. How fast can they go?”

“They can go pretty fast. I've heard it only a couple hours to get from Canterlot to Ponyville in one, while the train takes about six hours. Pegasai can usually make the trip in about an hour, but Rainbow Dash can do it in half an hour. She's the fastest flier in all of Equestria and the only known Pegasai to every perform the Sonic Rainboom.”

“Sonic what-now?” Another boy asked, this one wearing the green of Slytherin.

“The sonic rainboom. She goes so fast that she creates a rainbow ring explosion in the sky. It's the most amazing thing I have ever seen before.” Sweetie Belle beamed, her eyes sparkling as she remembered the very first time she had ever seen it performed, at the Royal Wedding some time ago.

“Hold on.” The Slytherin boy's eyes went wide. “Do you mean to say she breaks the sound barrier, and somehow creates a spectrum explosion in the shape of a ring? That would have to be way more wicked than any normal or even magic fireworks I've ever seen.”

Sweetie Belle nodded, a little surprised that a Slytherin student would actually be this 'friendly'. Ok, more curious, but it was better than hostile or rude.

“What spells does she use?” A Hufflepuff student asked.

“Um, I don't know. She's a Pegasai so she doesn't use magic like a Unicorn can.”

And from there, the questions flew at the somewhat bewildered filly, but she did her best to answer them honesty and to the best of her knowledge. Her best description was that it was the innate magic from the heart that all ponies possessed.

Finally, a good twenty minutes later, Madam Hooch returned, carrying what looked like a dryer board, only a fair bit smaller. “I am back, and I must admit, I am surprised to see all of you still on the ground, and even sitting in a circle... What have you been doing here?”

A boy from Gryffindor that Sweetie Belle didn't know spoke up. “We were asking Sweetie Belle about how they do things in Equestria. Everything there sounds just so amazing.”

“I'm sure it does, and I would love to hear all about it, some other time.” Madam Hooch placed the board on the ground next to Sweetie Belle and took back the broom she had not been so successful with. “Try this Sweetie Belle.”

Sweetie Belle nodded and stood next to the board. “Up.” This time, when it met her hoof, it didn't bounce off.

“And on your first try. I must admit I am impressed.” The teacher smiled. “All of you, back into position and let's take this from the beginning.”

The next hour taught Sweetie Belle a few things of importance.

One, while she could stand and float on the board, it was a bit too slippery for her to keep a good grip on.

Two, falling from thirty feet in the air was terrifying. Thankfully Madam Hooch caught her.

And finally, while flying seemed fun, the board was nowhere near as fast or as maneuverable as a broom.

Madam Hooch sat down with Sweetie Belle at the end of the class and looked over the board, noticing some fine scuffs and scratches on the fairly smooth surface. “You can't keep a grip on this when you make turns, can you?”

All the filly could do was shake her head.

“Well, it is just a board with a flying broom spell on it. I guess it makes sense that it's not really designed for flying.” Tapping her chin, her eyes lit up and she grinned. “Sweetie Belle, come with me. Let's go talk to Prof. Flitwick.”

…

The short teacher looked over the board. “You placed an enchantment on this cut down washboard so Sweetie Belle could take part in the flying lessons?” He narrowed his eyes at the much taller teacher, who almost shrunk back from the glare.

“Yes?”

“An ingenious idea, but inherently flawed. The Flying Broom enchantment is made only for brooms. You will need to create a whole new spell to make this idea work.” He looked at the hoof scratches on the surface. “In addition, you will need to add a gripping enchantment so the rider can keep their footing, or would that be hoofing?” Flitwick chuckled merrily. “Well then, Sweetie Belle, your next flying lesson is next weekend, correct?”

“Yes it is Professor.” Sweetie Belle answered.

“Perfect. You and I will work together to create for you a flying device based on this brilliant idea. A flying board for small equines. Simply brilliant.”

Madam Hooch smiled. “Will you need my assistance? I am the flight teacher after all.”

“Yes, we will need your expertise in this, seeing as you are the best when it comes to making objects fly.” Flitwick nodded.

“Mostly brooms, sadly.”

Sweetie Belle held up a hoof. “What about me? I don't really know... wait, maybe I do know a spell that can help. First off, I noticed the board was slow, meaning the spell was meant for something light like a broom. I know a spell that can make things lighter, which allows me to float more than I normally can.”

Flitwick nearly squealed in delight. “A merger of Equestrian magic and Wizardry. Never before have two magicks been combined. This will be facinating and very educational.”

…

Emerging from the classroom, a trio of soot covered figures coughed and collapsed against the wall.

“That didn't work out as well as we had hoped...” Sweetie Belle said after coughing out a small puff of smoke.

Smoke billowed out from the open doorway, attracting the attention of various students who were passing by, but choosing the side of caution, they kept going on their ways.

“I just don't know what went wrong.” Flitwick grumbled, and Sweetie Belle burst out giggling. “I fail to see what is so funny.”

“We derped.” Sweetie Belle tried to reign in her giggles, and then told them about the sweet and friendly mail mare of Ponyville, and how 'I just don't know what went wrong' was something she said at least twice a week when she 'derped' herself.

Listening to the story about the gray and blond mare made both teachers smile. Sweetie Belle spoke of how nice she was, and about how much she loved her daughter, Dinky. Most of what Sweetie Belle told made the pair really like the mare in question, and feel bad that she was so accident prone.

They also learned that ponies seemed to be WAY tougher than they appeared... What with Twilight Sparkle having once taken a dropped anvil and piano to the head and only earning a few bandages from the incident.

“Hold on.” Flitwick suddenly had an idea. “You said that Pegasai have small wings for their size, right?” He recalled an earlier conversation with the filly about the different kinds of ponies.

Sweetie Belle nodded. “Gryphons and Dragons have huge wings that let them fly, but the Pegasai use magic in their wings to help them fly. Why do you ask?”

“Maybe if we could get some shed Pegasai feathers, we can use those with a board along with your featherweight charm, we can make that board for you.”

“But I'm the only Equestian here.”

“We also have Pegasai in our world, though they are rare.”

Sweetie Belle's eyes went wide. “You do? There's ponies living on earth?”

Flitwick and Humphrey looked at each other. This would take some explaining...

…

Sweetie Belle was not sure what to think. She now recalled being told that the equines of Earth were little more than normal animals. Even the Unicorns and Pegasai here were not as magical as any Equestrian equine.

“Do you understand now?” Flitwick asked.

“I think so.” Sweetie Belle frowned. “I don't think the feathers of the Pegasai from this world would work.” She then remembered her mirror spell. “Oh! I know. How about if I could make a trip back to Equestria, I can ask for any shed feathers from my friends back in Ponyville?”

“I'm afraid I can't allow that.” Madam Hooch frowned. “That would be the same as leaving school grounds.”

Sweetie Was still hopeful. “What if I asked Headmistress Mcgonagall? Would she be able to give permission?”

“Most certainly she could.” Flitwick started. “But I do not know if she would.”

“But without a flying board, there's no way I can take the flying lessons, and those are a part of my grades. I can't grip a broom properly after all and I need something to let me fly.” Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. “I don't want to fail.”

Humphrey backed away, leaving it to Flitwick to deal with the almost crying filly. It was too much for her soft heart.

Flitwick on the other hand, simply beamed and placed a hand on her withers and stroked gently. “I'll come with you when you ask, just in case you need some backup.”

“Would you really?” A pair of huge, sparkling eyes and smile so bright appeared on Sweetie Belle's face. Needless to say, had a certain 'One who shall not be named' been exposed to it, he very well might have either burst into flames, or been converted to good on the spot.

“I would be most pleased to help.” He then turned to his fellow teacher. “Now, Mr. Humphrey, I believe you should be getting ready for your afternoon class.”

“Oh, of course, of course. After I clean up.” She rose to her feet and offered a slight bow to the pair before leaving.

Flitwick also stood up. “Let's go see if we cannot get you some Equestrian Pegasai feathers.”

…

Headmistress Mcgonagall looked down her nose, through her narrow glasses, at the pair of diminutive figures that sat in chairs across her desk from her.

“You wish to ask permission to leave school grounds to return to Equestria for some feathers.” She asked sternly.

Sweetie Belle nodded, a hopeful look on her face.

“So that you may attempt to create a flying board that will allow you to take your flying lessons.”

Again the filly nodded.

“I do not see why not. It is not like you will not be coming back, but...”

“But?” Sweetie Belle gulped.

“I cannot permit you to go alone.” A wry smile played across her lips. “Can you take others through the mirror with you?”

“I believe so.” Sweetie Belle smiled. “All the spell does is open the portal.”

“I see. Well, we cannot just have you show up in Equestria with a human in tow. That could cause some... difficulties.” She stood up and walked around the desk, shrinking out of sight before reappearing in the form of a black cat wearing a small witches hat.

Sweetie Belle's instant reaction was to jump and hide behind Flitwick. “C-c-c-c...”

“Oh dear... Alureophobia... the fear of cats. This will not do.” Mcgonagall frowned a feline frown.

“H-headmistress?” Sweetie Belle peaked around the confused Flitwick. “D-did you just become a cat?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “I am what we call an Animagus. I can transform myself into this form.”

Sweetie Belle poked her head out a little more. “Do you think you could, I don't know, become a pony? That would make it really easy for you then.”

Mcgonagall made a slightly unreadable face. She really did prefer her small black feline form over any other, and in fact, found it extremely difficult to take on any other animal form. “I could, but it is never easy for an Animagus to take another animal form. We find ourselves rather attached to the one we choose.”

“Oh... Um... Well, you're not really a cat, right?”

“No, I am a witch.”

Sweetie Belle came out fully from hiding. How she was able to nearly completely vanish being a person who was maybe only a foot taller than her and similar in mass was a mystery, but Mcgonagall chose to not question it. Magical talking unicorn pony and all that. Their existence pretty much pranced all over the laws of physics and many of the known laws of magic.

“I guess a cat is fine too...” She grinned nervously. “Just, try to stay away from Opalescence, my sister's cat. She's not the nicest cat out there.”

Mcgonagall nodded. “I understand, and I would actually enjoy the opportunity to see even a little of your world.”

Sweetie Belle jumped up and bounced around the room. “Oh thank you so much Headmistress! You're going to love Ponyville.”

“I just hope I do not regret this decision.” Mcgonagall muttered to herself.

To Be Continued...

Chapter Eight

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
08

Minerva was more nervous about the upcoming trip to Sweetie Belle's hometown in the morning than she would have liked to admit. With much to do to prepare for traveling to a whole new world, the witch actually didn't know how to prepare for this.

She was confident in her magic to be able to pull her through any situation, but it never hurt to be prepared for any eventuality.

But she was also going in the guise of her Animagus form. There was not really that much she could bring with her and make use of as a cat. Heck, spellcasting was only possible in her native human form.

“Goodness. Albus, what would you do in a situation like this?” She looked up at the painting of the previous headmaster, who looked back at her and offered a silent chuckle and smile. “Knowing you, you'd have foreseen something like this and prepared days in advance.”

The tall witch paced back and forth, her mind going a mile a minute.

About then, there came an unexpected knock at the door.

“Oh, who is it?” She tried not to sound frustrated, but she simply couldn't help it.

The door opened and a familiar and much loved individual entered.

“Harry Potter.” Minerva's face lit up. “Whatever brings you here?”

Harry smirked, looking so very much like his father had so many years ago. “Hello to you too Headmistress Mcgonagall. I'm doing quite well, thank you.” He flashed his grin and pulled something out of the sleeve of his black Auror robes. “Actually, I came here to deliver this.” He held out two letters. “I'm certain you know what to do with these.”

Minerva took them and looked at them, then glared at Harry. “Harry Potter, is this some sort of joke?”

“If it is, then it's one the Ministry is keeping to themselves. Anyways, I have to be off. I have a rather unfriendly Boggart I have to deal with today, and I have to be in the best of moods to laugh at whatever it feels like trying to frighten me with.” At that, he turned and headed back toward the door. “Oh, one more thing. How is the exchange student doing? She's in Gryffindor, isn't she?”

“She is doing remarkably well, and is making friends. I do believe a few of the students from Slytherin have taken a liking to her as well, which is a rather surprising turn of events, considering the rivalry that's been between Gryffindor and Slytherin for so very long.”

Harry laughed lightheartedly. “Well I'll be. Never thought I'd hear of the day those two houses would ever get along. It's good to hear though. I best be off then. And Headmistress, be careful on your little trip tomorrow.”

Minerva glared at Harry. “How could you know about that? I haven't told anyone.”

Harry winked at Dumbledore's painting before leaving, closing the door behind him.

“You told him? Why would you do that?” Minerva stared at the painting, feeling quite perturbed at the former headmaster.

Dumbledore just smiled and smoked his pipe.

“Ugh, you're incorrigible.”

…

Sweetie Belle, Zwei and Deuce were sitting in the main hall at the table, snacking on various goodies, ranging from sliced cheese to all manners of pastries, as well as those odd hayfries and sandwiches with flowers in them.

Oh how she wanted to tell her friends that she was going on a trip back to Ponyville for the day, but Headmistress Mcgonagall had asked she keep it a secret. It wouldn't do to have the rest of the school know that she was receiving special treatment, even if it WAS just to pick up supplies that were necessary for her lessons.

Still, the filly kept the news to herself as she played a game of mage-ong. She couldn't believe how good Deuce was at this game.

“Ah, I have almost no stones left...” Her cute little face scrunched up, her eyes narrowed and her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth in concentration. “Ah HA!” She placed one of her white stones, and instantly a dozen of the black ones turned white. “Take that.” Sweetie Belle gave a look of triumph.

Deuce chuckled and placed a stone, and all the remaining white ones turned black. “Thanks, I was hoping you'd do that.”

Sweetie Belle's jaw fell to the table in disbelief. “But... but...”

“Sweetie.” Zwei patted her tiny friend on the back. “Deuce is a regional champion at Mage-ong. I don't know anyone who's ever beaten him besides Mom.”

“But...”

Deuce smirked. “Don't worry, I bet you'll get better in no time.”

Sweetie Belle sighed. “Ok, you won this time. Next time I'll win for sure.” She beamed a smile.

In the background a Hufflepuff boy clutched his chest and fell over.

“Well, what are we gonna do now?” Deuce asked.

“Um... I should be going to bed soon actually. I'm feeling tired with all the running around and nearly getting blown up today.” She hopped off the bench and yawned. “I'll see you two later, okay?”

“Alright Sweetie.” The twins chimed in unison.

With that, the little Unicorn made her way back to the dorms and entered her own room. It was cozy, and more roomy than the dorm room upstairs, as well as had a 'no boys' spell on the door for good measure.

She crawled into bed and snuggled in, and in moments, she was asleep, dreaming of home and her friends.

…

Morning arrived and Sweetie Belle was awakened by a knock at the door. “Five more minutes.” She moaned, snuggling deeper into her bed.

But she heard the door open and peeked out to see Mcgonagall entering. “Now now Sweetie Belle, we have something important to do today.” She came over, followed by a couple other teachers who were levitating a full length mirror along with them. “Place that over there by the wall.” She directed.

Sweetie Belle crawled out of bed and yawned, her horn glowing and making her bed at the same time. “What time is it?” She asked.

“It's still early, but I think that the sooner we go, the sooner we can be back and avoid unnecessary questions about where we went.” Mcgonagall replied as the other two teachers set the mirror down and left, closing the door behind them.

Sweetie nodded and got dressed. “Okay.” She grabbed her saddlebags and put them on under her cloak. “I'm ready.”

Mcgonagall nodded and stood behind Sweetie Belle as the filly approached the mirror. She watched as the small horn lit up with that pretty green light, and watched as the room's reflection in the mirror changed to another room entirely.

She shifted into her cat form and looked at the now slightly larger filly, who flinched away from her. “I'm not going to hurt you Sweetie Belle. So, how does this work?”

“We just walk into the mirror now. The magic mirror on the other side is in a room at the Golden Oak Library in Ponyville where Princess Twilight lives.”

Sighing, Mcgonagall nodded and followed the filly to the mirror and watched as she stepped through, the surface not even rippling, which looked strange to see her step into her reflection and through to the other side.

A moment later, after taking a few calming breaths, she stepped through as well.

It was strange. She felt the magic, and the moment she stepped through the mirror, she felt like she was falling for a few moments through a rainbow tunnel.

Then she stepped out of the other side and fell on her face with a soft thud.

Soft green magic picked her up gently and set her on her paws.

“Welcome to Ponyville.” Sweetie Belle beamed. “Let's go see if Princess Twilight and Spike are up.”

Mcgonagall nodded, looking around the room. “This room. It looks all wood, like it's part of a tree.” She was very impressed. Such magic to transform a tree into a still living home was unheard of. These ponies certainly were impressive.

“It was grown and shaped by an Earth Pony a long time ago.” Sweetie Belle educated her headmistress as she lead the feline up a curving set of stairs.

The fact that there were stairs and not just a ramp impressed Mcgonagall, but then, she felt she was about to be seeing amazing things throughout their visit.

And she was right. As they reached the top of the stairs, they entered into an amazing looking room, the walls lined with shelves that were stacked with all sorts of books and scrolls, as well as statues, decorations and other nicknacks.

“Oh my.” She took in a breath at how clean and lovely this place looked. It was so unlike any library she had ever seen before.

“Sweetie Belle?” A new voice spoke up, and the pair turned to see a small purple and green creature that looked remarkably like a small wingless dragon. “Welcome back. I'll go get Twilight.”

“Thank you Spike.” Sweetie Belle smiled as the dragon scurried up another flight of steps to a higher level.

“Was that a dragon?” Mcgonagall asked in awe. “A dragon that can talk?”

Sweetie Belle giggled. “That's Spike. He's a friend, and the Number One Assistant for Princess Twilight Sparkle.”

“I see.” Minerva smiled. “I've just never met a dragon that was capable of speaking. They're normally quite vicious back on Earth.”

Sweetie nodded. “They can be the same here, but you can also reason with them. Dragons are really smart, but also territorial.”

Again Minerva nodded, but was stopped from saying anything more when she heard hoofsteps from above.

Her breath was taken away at the sight of the creature that came into view. She had only ever seen art of such creatures, and she had no words to describe the one she was now seeing.

A winged Unicorn.

She was slender, held herself with dignity, but no arrogance. She moved with grace as she came down the stairs, a gentle smile on her lips, and joy in her eyes.

“Sweetie Belle. It's wonderful to see you, but why are you back so soon?”

And her voice, it was so pretty,

Sweetie Belle met Twilight at the bottom of the stairs and gave her a pony version of a hug. “I missed you Princess. Oh, I'd like you to meet Minerva Mcgonagall, Headmistress of Hogwarts.” The filly stepped aside and gestured a hoof at the witch hat wearing black cat.

“It is an honor and a privilege to meet you Princess Twilight.” Mcgonagall bowed before Twilight.

“It is an honor and a privilege to meet you as well Headmistress... Though I'd have thought you would also have been a human.”

“She is a human.” Sweetie Belle hopped about excitedly. “She's an Animagus. She can turn herself into a cat.”

Twilight blinked, then smiled again. “I see. Facinating. Transformation magic is an amazing thing and I've been studying a few new spells recently.”

“Yes, indeed Transfiguration is a fascinating field of magic.” Mcgonagall felt relaxed around Twilight. She had thought she'd be nervous and uncomfortable around royalty, but Twilight just seemed so, nice. “But that isn't the reason we came here.”

Twilight glanced at the small white unicorn. “Is Sweetie Belle in any sort of trouble?”

“Well, she is in a bit of a tight spot concerning one of her classes.” The black cat replied, then explained the situation.

Twilight sat down and listened as Spike came in with a tray that held some cookies, a tea pot and three tea cups.

As they discussed the need for Equestrian Pegasai feathers, sipped at a most wonderful rose and lavender tea and nibbled the surprisingly good chocolate chip, oatmeal cookies, Sweetie Belle sat at a desk and flipped through a book on the Theory of Pegasai Magic.

“Sweetie Belle?” Twilight called over to her after a while.

“Yes Princess?” Sweetie closed the book and put it back where she found it, much to the delight of a certain baby dragon.

Twilight smiled at the filly. “I think I can help you with your situation, but I will need time to get everything together for you. Why don't you give your Headmistress a tour of Ponyville?”

“Really?” Sweetie beamed and scooped the surprised cat onto her back. “Thank you Princess Twilight.” With that, she rushed out of the library.

Mcgonagall squinted her eyes to adjust to the beautifully bright morning sun and sky.

The smell... oh how the air smelled so fresh... with a hint of pony. The sky was mostly clear save for a few oddly pretty, swirly clouds.

The colors were vibrant in everything she gazed at. Looking back at the library, her eyes went wide at the sight of a fully living tree with windows and a door set into it in such a way that it just looked perfectly fine. She'd have thought that it would have looked unnatural, but was pleased to learn otherwise.

Then there were the buildings. The homes looked lovely, clean and she could tell they had to be comfortable and cozy on the insides.

Sweetie Belle would point out the various stores, some of the ponies she knew, who would smile and wave back at her when she greeted them.

Three different types of ponies, four if you counted Princess Twilight, all living in harmony.

“Oh, there's Rainbow Dash.” Sweetie Belle pointed up into the sky.

Minerva's eyes went wide as she witnessed something that could only be described as impossible.

The Pegasai in question was literally pushing around a few of the clouds, as though they were solid objects, and then landing on one and folding her wings, literally standing on it like it was the ground.

“Rainbow Dash!” Sweetie Belle called up to her.

Dash blinked and looked down. “Sweetie Belle?” She flew down and landed, flourishing her small, but powerful looking wings. “I thought you were off at school or something, and what are you wearing?”

“I am at school, sorta, and this is my uniform.” Sweetie Belle beamed and turned sideways, revealing the cat that sat with dignity on her back. “And this is Headmistress Mcgonagall. She runs the school.”

“A cat?” Rainbow Dash chuckled. “That's just silly.”

“One would consider the existence of brightly colored, talking ponies to be a silly thing as well.” The cat spoke sternly.

The Pegasus blinked. “Whoa, you can talk? That's pretty cool. What other tricks can you do?”

Sweetie Belle facehooved as the cat hopped off her back.

“Perhaps you would like a demonstration?”

Sweetie Belle jumped in between the pair. “Uh, maybe we shouldn't?”

Mcgonagall frowned at the pegasus. She was one of 'those' types that would never have done well at Hogwarts. Brash, arrogant, you get the idea. Heck, if she did, she'd most likely be placed into Slytherin. “Yes, you are correct Sweetie Belle. My apologies Rainbow Dash, but I do not do 'tricks'. I am the head teacher at Hogwarts, where Sweetie Belle is attending.”

“Whatever, that's cool. Are you having fun there Sweetie?”

Sweetie nodded. “I'm learning all sorts of things.” She glanced at Rainbow Dash's wings. “Say Rainbow Dash? You wouldn't happen to have any molted feathers laying about, would you?”

Chuckling, Rainbow Dash nodded. “Yea, I'm always getting loose feathers that I have to remove. I've just been tossing them into a basket back at home. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, well... um, I kinda need some Pegasai feathers to make something that will let me fly in my flying classes.”

Hearing this made Rainbow Dash pause. “Wait, you don't even have wings. How can you fly?”

Mcgonagall fielded this question. “You see, we use such items as enchanted brooms to fly, seeing as we don't have wings of our own. Now, Sweetie Belle lacks the ability to properly grasp the broom to keep from falling off, so she and her flight teacher came up with an idea for something that can let her fly, but she needs the feathers of Equestrian Pegasai to make it, due to the innate magic in them.”

Rainbow Dash blinked. “Really? That's actually really cool.”

Sweetie Belle pulled out a notebook and flipped it open to show off a few concept sketches she'd come up with. “It's a flat board that will use the feathers of a Pegasai to help it fly, but I really don't have any real idea on just how to make it work, so I'll need plenty of feathers to experiment with.”

“The best feathers are the Primaries.” Rainbow Dash stated, looking over the designs and wondering just how in Equestria could any of them have any hopes of flying. “I think I have a few, but secondaries are important too. Without them both, flight is impossible, along with all sorts of other factors.”

Mcgonagall blinked. This Pegasai was smarter than she first seemed. “Well, we will be using magic along with the feathers to make the flying device, so they shouldn't actually need to have wings, just like the brooms don't need wings.”

“I'd love to see that. A flying broom.” Rainbow Dash grinned. “Specially to see just how fast they can go.” She doubted they could move anywhere near as fast as even an average Pegasai when they really wanted to get moving, never mind herself.

“Perhaps one day.” Mcgonagall was not sure, but she could see herself actually liking Rainbow Dash. Her attitude aside, she reminded her of herself when she attended Hogwarts as a student herself. “Anyways, I have to move a few clouds over to Sweet Apple Acres. They're scheduled for a little extra rain this morning and I'm already a little behind. Catch you later Sweetie Belle.” With that, the Pegasai took to the sky, trailing an amazing rainbow contrail behind her.

Minerva's eyes went wide at that display. The contrail was pure magic, but at the same time, it wasn't wasted magic. It was just an alteration of the magic that already existed in the air itself.

She was now starting to feel it in the air. So much magic all around her, woven through the very air, the ground, the ponies and most likely everything else that existed in this world.

Strangely, Minerva was starting to feel more energetic, more rejuvenated than she had felt in decades.

And then a scent drifted into her nostrils and she licked a little drool from her lips. “What is that heavenly scent?”

Sweetie sniffed the air and licked her lips. “I haven't had breakfast yet. How about we stop in at Sugar Cube Corner and grab a bite to eat. Maybe you can even meet Pinkie Pie.”

“Did somepony say my name?” A startling pink and rather poofy maned pony hopped out from behind a far too small rock.

Minerva felt her heart jump into her throat at the sudden appearance of this pony, and her fur went on end. She was now standing on Sweetie Belle's back, her own back arched, tail straight up and poofed out to the max.

“Hi Pinkie Pie.” Sweetie Belle beamed a smile a mile wide, which was reflected on Pinkie Pie's face. “We were just heading to Sugar Cube Corner to grab something to eat.”

“What a coinkidink. I was heading here to have my second breakfast too.” She looked at the cat that was staring at her. “Hello. Are you a friend of Sweetie Belle's? I thought she didn't really like cats.”

Minerva relaxed a little. “I am one of her teachers.” She hopped down and looked at the pony who's eyes were now so wide there was almost nothing else to be seen of her face. “Um... hello?”

“Oh wow! I got Fluttershy's talent to talk to animals all of a sudden.” With that, she zipped off at speeds that were physically, and maybe even magically impossible.

Blinking and staring at the now empty space for a few moments, Minerva looked at Sweetie Belle. “What... just... happened?”

Sweetie Belle giggled. “It's a Pinkie Pie thing. Best you not try to think about it or you'll get a headache.”

“I see.” Minerva shook her head to clear her thoughts. “Well. That aside, we should EEEK!!!”

Pinkie Pie was back, face to face with Minerva. “Oh yea! I have to throw you a welcome to Ponyville party.” And again she was gone.

Minerva's heart was beating faster than it had ever beat before. And strangely, the whole world was upside down.

It took her a few moments to realize she was over fifteen feet off the ground, hanging upside down from a tree branch.

“What are you doing up there Headmistress?” Sweetie Belle asked, looking up at the black cat.

“I... uh...” She scrambled up onto the branch and made her way back down to the ground easily. She hadn't climbed a tree in decades, and it felt good to do so once again. “Your friend just startled me, is all. Now.” She smoothed out her coat before continuing. “I think breakfast sounds like a wonderful idea.”

“Oh yes it does.” Sweetie Belle beamed, giggling at the cat's antics. She then led Mcgonagall to a building that looked almost as good to eat as what was most likely inside it.

And she was not mistaken. Inside the shop, Minerva was treated to all manners of delicious looking baked goods. Muffins, cupcakes, cakes, fresh bread, tarts and more.

“My treat.” Sweetie Belle beamed and approached the counter where a plump mare with a mane that looked like a swirl of pink frosting stood. “Choose whatever you like.”

“Why if it isn't Sweetie Belle.” Mrs. Cake gave a most delighted smile upon seeing the filly. “Your two friends come in here every day. They miss you a lot you know.”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “I miss them too and think of them every day.” She approached the counter and looked at the goodies on display. “Oh, this is...”

“Call me Minerva. I am a teacher at the school Sweetie Belle is attending.” The cat spoke up, catching Mrs. Cake by surprise.

“My goodness. A talking cat.” She smiled. “Well, I am delighted to have you here as well, though I don't think we have anything you might like. Perhaps Fluttershy might?”

Minerva offered a friendly smile and pointed a paw at one of those big, fresh muffins. “Oh, I do enjoy baked delights on occasion. Perhaps that muffin and some tea.”

Mrs. Cake looked a little surprised, but then smiled.“Oh yes, those came out of the oven not long ago. Would you like some fresh butter on it?”

Minerva licked her lips and simply nodded.

“I'll have one as well please.” Sweetie Belle added. “With butter too, and some tea as well.”

The plump Earth Pony nodded and took the two muffins and placed them onto plates and added a pat of butter on top. She placed them on the counter and Sweetie Belle payed for them. She levitated both plates and brought them over to one of the tables.

Minerva hopped up onto the table and smiled at Sweetie Belle. “Thank you. This is most generous of you.”

“My sister would have done the same. We'll be going to see her next.”

With that, they dug in as their tea was delivered. To say that Minerva had never tasted such delicious muffins in her life was an understatement. Somehow, she was able to finish it off, along with the fresh mint tea that went with it.

After the pair had made short work of their breakfast, they thanked Mrs. Cake once again and were heading out when Pinkie Pie burst into the storefront, looking around, almost in a panic.

Upon spotting the cat, she scooped her up into her hooves and stared into her eyes. “Say something. Anything. Please don't tell me I was imagining that you can talk.”

“I-uh... May you please put me down?” Minerva asked, a little worried.

Pinkie Pie squealed in delight and hugged the cat, much to said feline's dismay. This pink pony was a LOT stronger than she had thought.

“You CAN talk. I thought I was going crazy.”

Minerva would have said something, but she was being hugged a bit too tightly.

“Um, Pinkie Pie?” Sweetie Belle nudged her with a hoof. “I don't think Headmistress Mcgonagall can breathe.”

Pinkie Pie gasped and released the relieved cat. “I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you with an extra special welcome to Ponyville and sorry for nearly squishing you party.” She tore off once again at impossible speeds, leaving the cat spinning in place on the floor.

“I... I don't understand that pony.” She said once she stopped spinning, though the store still seemed to keep on doing so for a bit.

Sweetie Belle giggled and gently levitated her escort back onto her back. “That's Pinkie Pie for you. Come on, let's go say hello to my sister.”

The pair left Sugar Cube Corner and made their way through the delightful town. The next building looked amazingly like a carousel, and was very beautiful.

Sweetie Belle knocked on the door and entered. “Rarity? I'm back.”

“Sweetie Belle?” A stunningly beautiful Unicorn emerged from the back room, a pair of red glasses balanced on her muzzle. “Welcome back. Whatever is the occasion?”

“Rarity, this is Headmistress Mcgonagall of Hogwarts.” She stepped aside as said feline hopped down to the floor with grace and stood there with poise.

“Hello Miss. Rarity.”

Rarity beamed in delight. “Oh my goodness. You are such a wonderful looking feline, and you can talk.”

“She's actually a human. She can transform into a cat whenever she wants.” Sweetie Belle explained.

“Simply amazing.” Rarity bowed her head. “It is a pleasure and an honor to meet you Headmistress Mcgonagall.”

“And you as well. I must admit, your little sister is an absolute delight to have as a student at the school. She's smart and resourceful and makes friends quite easily.”

Rarity could not have been more pleased to hear this. She then looked at the hat the cat was wearing. “Oh my, what a dreadful thing, your... hat.”

Mcgonagall blinked and looked up at her hat. “I admit it is a little on the old side, but it is most comfortable.”

“This will not do. You are in the highest position in the school, yes? Well, allow me to make you something nicer.” She plucked the cat up in her magic and placed her onto her own back before carrying her into the back.

She then set Mcgonagall onto a podium and looked at the hat. “Mind if I take a look at it?”

“I... I guess?” The cat removed the hat and held it out.

Smiling, Rarity plucked the hat up and took it aside. She examined it carefully, then at the cat with equal scrutiny. After a few uncomfortable moments, she headed off and selected some materials and thread and got to work.

Mcgonagall was treated to a most amazing sight, that of a true master in their craft creating something.

In the end, while it was simple in form, identical to the original, it was made from the same material that had gone into Sweetie Belle's uniform. In addition, there was beautiful embroidery added around the rim, dark reds and greens. She even added a few shiny gems to add just a little extra sparkle.

“Now, I know it won't be as comfortable as your old one, but I must admit it looks wonderful.” She rest it onto the cat's head and brought over a mirror.

Mcgonagall looked at her reflection and had to admit, this hat was far nicer than her original. It even fit her comfortably. “I must say, this is very lovely. How might I pay for it? I doubt I have anything of value on me.”

“Nonsense. Consider it a gift.” Rarity smiled and offered the original hat back.

Sweetie Belle took it and placed it into her saddlebags. “I'll carry this for you Headmistress.”

“Thank you Sweetie Belle.” Minerva was very pleased with her new hat. Her old one was over thirty years old, and it was about time she replaced it. This one felt like it would last another thirty years, such was the craftsmanship. Or was that craftsponyship? Ponies were so confusing at times.

“SWEETIE BELLE!!!” A pair of young voices called out, a moment before the white filly was bowled over by a pair of like sized forms and hugged tightly.

“Oof. Hi Apple Bloom, Scootaloo.” Sweetie Belle returned the hugs. “How did you know I was here?”

“Rainbow Dash told me.” Scootaloo released Sweetie Belle from the hug.

“And she told Applejack who told me.” Applebloom beamed, still hugging her friend.

Mcgonagall stared at the trio of fillies. She could tell they were the best of friends.

“Apple Bloom. Scootaloo. I'd like you to meet the Headmistress of the school I'm attending.” She slipped from Apple Bloom's embrace and gestured to the cat in the nice hat.

“Hiya.” Apple Bloom held out a hoof, which the cat took and shook. “So you're like the Princess of yer school or something? Ah'd heard humans were tall and walked on two legs.”

“Yea, you look more like a cat.” Scootaloo leaned forward and looked the sleek cat over.

Sweetie Belle giggled. “Headmistress, maybe it would be alright if you showed them what you really look like.”

Mcgonagall knew it might not be the best idea, but oddly, she felt it would be alright. Her form shifted, growing larger and taller till she finally stood... hold on...

Mcgonagall was staring at Rarity in the eye. She KNEW she was supposed to be taller. Her head spun as she turned to look into the mirror.

What greeted her was NOT a human, but rather, a pony.

Light tanned coat, with neatly combed graying mane and tail. She was wearing her robes as she had expected, but they felt and looked to be for that of a slender mare.

Sure, she was a little taller than Rarity, and slimmer, but this was just not right.

“What in the name of all that is magic?” She blinked and looked herself over again. She looked younger than she had been expecting a pony of her age should look.

“Goodness.” Rarity's eyes had gone wide. “Sweetie Belle, I think that the portal mirror's transformation magic seems to be working again.”

“R-really?” Sweetie Belle's eyes went wide. Would this mean she would become a human once she stepped back into the human world?

Scootaloo looked up at Mcgonagall. “So, you become a pony here in Equestria just like how Princess Twilight became a human when she visited your world?”

“Well, I will most certainly be hoping I return to my human form once back, or things could become... complicated.” Mcgonagall said, still looking herself over. “Though I have to admit, this form feels just as comfortable as my true form.”

Rarity sighed, then looked over the mare's robes. “Now your garments do not match your hat. I must do something about that.”

“Wait. What? AHHHH!!”

…

Mcgonagall walked along next to Sweetie Belle, wearing a set of simply wonderful and comfortable robes that matched her hat perfectly. Her old ones had been folded neatly and stored in Sweetie Belle's bags, though there should have been no way they could have fit. Those were obviously magical bags, which were not against any rules, so it was fine.

“Your sister is quite... forceful, isn't she?”

Sweetie Belle giggled and nodded. “Yea, she can be. I'm sorry about that.”

“No, it is alright, though I still hope to return to human form upon our return.” She looked down at the filly and smiled. “Though even if you remain a pony, I feel that would not be a problem.”

Nodding in agreement, Sweetie Belle lead the taller pony, who had been revealed to be an Earth Pony, along a trail up to a most adorable cottage that looked like it was alive.

“What is this place?” Minerva asked, noticing all the birdhouses and the chicken coop.

“This is where Fluttershy lives. She's really shy, but she's also really nice. I love singing with her from time to time.”

“Well, you have a lovely voice. I would like to hear you sing sometime.”

Sweetie Belle blushed visibly, which should have been impossible due to having a fine coat of hair covering her whole body. “I don't know, maybe sometime.”

“Sweetie Belle?” An amazingly sweet and honeyed voice came from above the pair.

Looking up, Minerva was a little stunned to see a pony up in a tree, with birds all over her, in her mane and poking out of her long soft pink tail.

Then the pony spread her wings and fluttered down, most of the birds flying back into the branches, though a few stayed put in her mane. “Welcome back. Are you just visiting?”

“Yea, I'm showing my teacher around.”

Fluttershy just now noticed the other pony and squeaked and dove into a nearby bush.

Minerva blushed, then remembered Sweetie Belle talking about how this pony was very shy, yet loved animals. A moment later, she stood once again as a cat.

Fluttershy had watched the transformation and slowly emerged, staring at the cat. “You... you became a cat?”

“I am an Animagus.” Said cat replied.

“Oh you are adorable.” She scooped her into her hooves and snuggled her. Unlike Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy was amazingly gentle with her hug, and Minerva didn't mind so much, even though she normally hated being picked up and cuddled. Something about this pony just made it feel alright.

“And you can talk like a pony too.” Fluttershy beamed and set the cat down. “You must really be good with magic.”

“Well, I am Headmistress of the greatest school of witchcraft and wizardry in all of the United Kingdom.”

Fluttershy was impressed. “That is just so... wonderful.” She smiled and lead the pair up to the cottage and let them in. “Would you like some fish? Some milk? Oh, I know, you're not really a cat but a pony who can become a cat. Would you like a Daisy and alfalfa sandwich?”

It had been a long day so far, especially with the time spent at Rarity's. “Lunch does sound good, though I cannot say I have ever tasted daisies or alfalfa.”

“Goodness. What do you normally eat?”

Mcgonagall paused. It might not do to tell her that humans enjoyed things like meat. “Well, I enjoy fresh baked muffins.” She grinned a little nervously. “But that sandwich does sound delightful.”

Fluttershy clopped her forehooves together and flew into the kitchen.

Sweetie Belle lead the new pony over to the living room table and sat down. “So, what do you think of Ponyville so far?”

“Well, aside from this odd turn of events, I must say it is very lovely. I do feel quite rejuvenated here, better than I have in many, many years.” She stretched and transformed back into a pony, even though she had been concentrating on becoming a human. “But I do find it strange that I would become a pony here.”

“Um... magic?” Sweetie Belle grinned. “I really didn't expect that to happen, and I'm really, really sorry.” She then hung her head and looked sad.

Minerva patted the filly's back. “Well, magic can sometimes do unexpected things. It is no fault of yours.”

Sweetie Belle looked up and hugged Mcgonagall. “Thank you for not being mad.”

Her heart simply melted. She hated being hugged at the best of times, but this filly's hug just felt so nice. She'd have to be careful about letting her hug her back at the school...

Fluttershy returned, balancing the tray on her back. She paused and looked at the tall mare, and saw how Sweetie Belle was hugging her. If that wasn't a hint that Mcgonagall was a nice pony, then that was all that Fluttershy needed. She set down the tray and joined in the hug, with Minerva in the middle.

It was almost too much. After years of virtually no physical contact, she was being hugged by a pair of the sweetest ponies she had ever met. Her smile softened and she hugged them back.

After a short while, they broke the hug and ate while talking about all sorts of things they liked doing.

“Oh, Headmistress, I promised Apple Bloom and Scootaloo that I'd tell them about my time at the school. They should be at the clubhouse at Sweet Apple Acres. Maybe you can meet Applejack while we're there.”

“Well, I trust you won't go getting yourself into trouble.” Minerva replied. “And Fluttershy, thank you ever so much for lunch. I must say, it was delicious.”

Fluttershy smiled. “Do you really think so? I mean, it was just a sandwich.”

“I've never had such good food before. Ponyville is an amazing place in so many ways.”

“I'm glad to hear that. I hope you enjoy visiting Applejack. She's an amazing pony.” Fluttershy waved the pair as they headed out the door.

Minerva returned the smile. “Every pony I have met so far has exceeded my imagination. Take care.”

Fluttershy watched as they left before an annoyed Angel Bunny kicked her leg and pointed at his empty bowl.

…

The air smelled so good out here. Minerva was impressed at the strength of the pony senses. Sure, her hooves were nowhere near as sensitive as human hands, but her hearing, sight and sense of smell were just heightened. Oddly, she couldn't smell the scent of pony anymore.

They rounded a bend in the path and the sight that greeted Minerva was just as wonderful as everything else she'd seen so far.

The farm and orchard stretched for as far as the eye could see. The barn, or was that house? Anyways, it was bright and colorful and looked just like the perfect place for a pony to live.

Overhead, she heard a voice. “Hey there.” It was Rainbow Dash. She waved down after knocking apart a few clouds, then flew down and landed before the pair. “Hey Sweetie Belle. Who's this and where's that cool cat?”

“Hello Rainbow Dash. It's nice to see you again as well.” Minerva grinned. She couldn't help it.

“Hold on. YOU'RE the cat? I mean, you sound just like her, but you're a pony. I get it, you're a Unicorn right?”

Minerva pulled off her hat, which had indeed changed to fit her, which was quite nice, seeing as it had been made to fit her cat head. “Actually, I am an Earth Pony.”

“Whoa, an Earth Pony who can use magic? That's awesome. What's your cutie mark?”

“My... Oh, yes.” She lifted her cape and revealed it. A black cat with a witches hat riding on a broom.

“Nice... what's it mean?”

Sweetie Belle fielded this one, which Minerva was actually thankful for. “It's because she's an Animagus and can become a cat and she's a witch and can use magic too.”

“Huh, that's really cool actually. Never knew anypony other than Unicorns who could use magic. I mean, I can sorta use some when I do my job with the weather and stuff, but nothing like what any Unicorn can do.”

“And whatcha talking about over there RD?” An orange and blond mare approached. “Oh hey there Sweetie Belle. Ah think Apple Bloom is at the Clubhouse with Scootaloo.”

“Yea, they told me they were going to wait there.” She turned to her escort. “Um, may I go visit my friends? I bet Applejack and Rainbow Dash would have fun talking to you.”

“Well, I don't see any trouble with that.”

“Thank you.” Sweetie Belle nuzzled her teacher and took off, but paused. “Oh yea. Rainbow Dash. Don't forget about the feathers.”

“Don't worry Sweetie Belle. I haven't forgotten. I'll go get them shortly.”

Sweetie Belle smiled, waved and took off.

Minerva was now alone, and actually felt alone now that Sweetie Belle was no longer at her side. “So...” She turned to the pair of mares.

“Ah'm Applejack. Ah heard ya already met my little sister, Apple Bloom.”

Minerva nodded. “Yes, she is quite an inquisitive little filly, and yet polite.”

“And Scootaloo looked excited about having met Sweetie Belle's teacher too.” Rainbow Dash added.

“Yes. She's very curious, and can't seem to stay still for too long. Still, they are both quite bright. Were I to have my way, I would be tempted to ask if they could also tend my school, but alas, that is not my decision to make.”

“Ya kiddin right? Ah thought only Unicorns could use that magic stuff.” Apple Jack stated. “Just don't seem right having an Earth Pony doing that magic stuff. No offense Ma'am.”

“None taken. I am actually a human, though it seems some magic here has decided that I should be a pony. Oddly, I feel quite comfortable like this.”

“Ain't nothing wrong being a pony.” Applejack smirked. “Say, RD and Ah just finished a bunch of work and we were gonna relax a bit and have a mug of my home made apple cider.”

Minerva's taste buds nearly screamed 'YES!!! APPLES!!!' “I... I guess a sip wouldn't hurt.”

Applejack grinned and led an even wider grinning Rainbow Dash and a softly smiling Minerva to the barn house.

The farm mare brought out a small keg and poured three mugs and handed them out.

One sip, and Minerva fell in love. Thankfully, it was not alcoholic like she had feared it might be, and it tasted so much better than she had imagined it might.

A few apple based snacks on the side, and the three chatted for well over an hour.

Rainbow Dash and Applejack took quite a liking to Minerva, and were soon on a first name basis with her.

It felt good to just relax and not worry about rules and regulations all the time.

She even demonstrated a few simple spells, by using her wand in her mouth and casting the spells wordlessly.

Needless to say, even Applejack was impressed that an Earth Pony could use magic like a Unicorn.

It was about then that Minerva remembered something from yesterday. “Oh how could I forget. I actually DO have a pair of letters for one Apple Bloom and Scootaloo. They're invitations to come visit Hogwarts, though not acceptance letters to attend.” She reached into her robes and pulled out the pair of letters that Harry had delivered personally.

“Ya kiddin. This mean Apple Bloom and Scootaloo can come visit Sweetie Belle?” she took the letter and looked at the writing. It had Apple Bloom's name on it. “Well, it ain't often my lil' sis gets mail. Ah bet she'll be delighted.”

Minerva nodded. “I am certain she will be. Of course, it only applies to Sundays, and only while the sun is up. Once it sets, they'll be sent back home.”

Rainbow Dash accepted Scootaloo's letter. “I'll deliver this to Lyra and Bon Bon, her parents.” She tucked it into her mane where it seemed to just vanish.

About then, the trio of fillies returned, bounding along and looking to be having a great time.

Normally Minerva would have none of that, especially students having company, but Sweetie Belle was quite a special case. That, and she honestly was taking a liking to the filly, something she'd not felt since Harry Potter had been one of her students.

“I'll go get those feathers and be back in a few minutes.” Rainbow Dash took off in a flash.

Scootaloo rushed up, and looked sad. “Aww, I just missed her? Bummer.”

Applejack ruffled Scootaloo's mane. “She'll be right back so don't cha worry. Oh, Apple Bloom. Ya got a letter.” She held it out.

Apple Bloom accepted it and opened it, reading it over. “Wait, this means Ah can go visit Sweetie Belle on Sundays?” She turned and hugged Sweetie Belle. “This is awesome.”

Sweetie Belle hugged Apple Bloom back. “You can come visit. There's so much to see at Hogwarts. It's an amazing place. I still get confused when it comes to the changing stairs, but I'm getting the hang of the place.” She paused. “Wait, what about Scootaloo?”

Scootaloo sat there, looking left out.

Minerva smiled. “Rainbow Dash has your letter Scootaloo. I'm sure she'll give it to you when she comes back.”

“You bet I will.” With a flourish of her wings, the rainbow maned mare landed, a sack filled with feathers grasped in her forehooves. “And here's your feathers.” She then took out the letter and gave it to the excited Scootaloo.

The filly opened it and read it over. “It says I need my parent's permission. Papa wouldn't have a problem, but Mama is a bit overprotective at times.”

“I'll talk to them with you Squirt.” Rainbow Dash scooped Scootaloo onto her back. “What say we go say hi to Lyra and Bon Bon, after a quick flight around town.” Before Scootaloo could say anymore, she was airborne on her heroine's back.

“An ya got my permission.” Applejack said to her little sister and received an excited hug in return.

Sweetie Belle hugged Minerva. “Thank you so much Headmistress Mcgonagall.”

Minerva smiled and hugged the filly back. “No, thank you Sweetie Belle.”

…

Needless to say, it had taken an hour longer than intended to get back to Hogwarts, thanks to Twilight being overly curious about Mcgonagall's transformation into a pony.

In fact, she had to be denied accompanying them back to the school to see if the transformation magic was indeed once again working.

And as the pair stepped back into Sweetie Belle's room, the filly was still a filly, and Mcgonagall stood tall once again as a human.

“Odd, the magic seems to be selective.” Minerva replied. “Well, it is getting late. I should return to work.”

Sweetie Belle gave Minerva one last nuzzle, knowing that once she left the room, such actions were inappropriate. “I'll go to bed now. It was a long day.” She then looked at the human. “Um, Headmistress Mcgonagall? You look a little younger, I think.”

Minerva looked in the mirror. No, she still looked her age, but she also looked relaxed. Perhaps her visit to Ponyville had just rejuvenated her a little. It had not reversed her age, which might have taken a lot of explaining.

“Well, not younger. Though I do feel pretty good.” She ruffled Sweetie Belle's mane and smiled. “Now, off to bed with you young filly, and sweet dreams.”

To Be Continued...

“WAAAAAIIIIT!!!” Pinkie Pie pokes her head out of the shrinking 'fade to black' circle. “They totally missed my party. WHYYYYY?!?”

Chapter Nine

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
09

“It is true then, there is a Unicorn attending Hogwarts as a student.” A stalky, short figure wearing a hooded cloak looked at the taller, slimmer cloaked figure.

“Aye, a young one at that, and my sources say she can not only talk, but is able to use magic.”

They were located in a smoky pub, location unknown. It was one of those dark, seedy places where not overly nice people tended to frequent.

The shorter ones grin could be seen from beneath his hood, a single gold tooth amid his crooked yellowing teeth shining in the dim light. “This is just what we need. Tell your contact at the school to keep in touch. For now, there is no way we can reach her at this time, but she will be ours.”

“Too right.” The taller figure, a female by her voice, nodded. “And then, nothing will stop us.”

They clinked their mugs together and drank deeply.

…

Sweetie Belle awoke early the next day after the Ponyville trip. She felt well rested and was raring to go.

After washing up in a washbasin, she tended to her grooming. Thankfully, her mane and tail were nowhere near as time consuming to groom as her sister's.

As she opened the door to the Griffindor commons room, she saw a few other of her house members already up. Janna and a couple boys she recognized, but hadn't gotten to get to know yet.

“Good morning Sweetie Belle.” Janna beamed. “Where were you yesterday? We looked all over for you.”

“Oh, I was with Headmistress McGonnagal all day.” Sweetie Belle replied as she adjusted her robed with a flicker of her magic. It has been a week now, but she was still not fully used to them.

Janna blinked. “That's odd. I heard nobody could find her either.”

The little Unicorn cringed a little. “Um, she was helping me with something important concerning one of my classes. She asked me not to talk about it.”

The plump girl nodded. “Well, I guess that's not to be unexpected. You're not from this world after all, so you would need some extra help with learning about our ways of magic and stuff.”

Sweetie Belle nodded. Janna wasn't too far off. “Um, I'm heading to the main hall for breakfast before classes. Do you want to join me?”

Marry shook her head. “No, I need to finish this report for Astronomy.” She tapped the book she was using as her reference. “You already did it, didn't you?”

“Yea, I finished it already.” Sweetie Belle blushed.

“May I borrow it? I really don't do well with this stuff.”

This time, the filly shook her head. “Sorry, but if I let you copy mine, you're not really learning.”

The two boys both nodded at that, even though they were not taking part in the conversation.

Janna noticed that and sighed. “Yea, you're right. How'd you get it done so fast anyways?”

Sweetie Belle smiled. “Princess Twilight would take me and my two best friends out at night sometimes and teach us astonomy. Sure, your sky is totally different than ours, but I learned enough to be able to spot constellations.”

“Having a Princess teach you?” One of the boys looked up from his reading. “Wow, you're lucky. Twilight, is she like the Princess of the Night or something like that?”

Sweetie Belle shook her head. “No, that's Princess Luna. Princess Twilight is the Princess of... um... Princess of...” She paused. What exactly was Twilight the princess of? “You know? I don't know what she's the Princess of. Princess Celestia controls the sun, Princess Luna controls the moon. Princess Cadance protects the Crystal Empire with her husband, who's also Princess Twilight's big brother.”

The three human children looked at each other before the one boy who hadn't spoken yet asked a question. “If you don't know, does she know?”

Again Sweetie Belle didn't know the answer to that. “To be honest, I haven't the slightest idea. I can ask her when I write a letter to home.”

“Who cares about that.” The first boy leaned over the arm of his chair. “Sweetie Belle has a Princess as a teacher. Talk about wicked.”

“Oh, goodness no. Princess Twilight is kind and patient and generous with her time. She's not wicked at all.”

Three humans children looked at each other, then burst out laughing.

…

The lone filly walked along toward her first class of the day, now having learned a few words and their uses, as well as having a belly full of fried eggs and hayshbrowns.

“Sweetie Belle!” A familiar voice called out, and the filly found herself squeaking as she was scooped into a pair of familiar arms. “Where were you yesterday?”

“Z-Zwei?” Sweetie Belle looked a little startled, but then smiled. “Good morning Zwei.” She spotted Deuce trudging along, yawning wide enough for Sweetie Belle to easily fit a hoof in his mouth, not that she would. “Good morning Deuce.”

“Mumble mumble...” Deuce replied.

“Don't mind my brother. He was up late last night working on his Astrology report. I already got mine done.” Zwei giggled and hugged the filly before setting her down to walk on her own. “So? Where were you? We wanted to hang out with you yesterday.”

“I was with Headmistress McGonnagal all day. She was helping me with something for one of my classes. She asked me not to talk about it though.” Sweetie Belle didn't want to make anyone jealous with any of the special treatment she'd been getting.

“Hey, don't worry about it.” Deuce managed to finally speak clearly. “Just consider yourself lucky you got the Headmistress herself to help you.”

“She's a really nice po-person.” Sweetie Belle nearly slipped up and called Minerva a pony. Sure, she made a rather nice Earth Pony, but she was more used to seeing her as a human, and hoped she wouldn't be seeing her too often as a cat.

“Well, here we are. Magical History.” Zwei sighed. “The most boring class of them all.”

“I think it's fascinating.” The little filly beamed cutely. “Though the fact that it's taught by a ghost is a little spooky.”

In the background, unseen by the trio, a Slitherin boy scowled. Phineas Malphoy, like his father, had a deep dislike of anything Griffindor, and he really disliked this sickeningly sucrose little beast of burden that had absolutely no right attending a civilized school such as Hogwarts.

He'd already been embarrassed once by her, and he was planning his revenge. It would take time, that was for certain, but revenge would be his, oh yes indeed.

…

History, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions and Transfiguration. It was a long, full day of learning, of which Sweetie Belle was loving every moment of it. She was happy that she shared all her classes with Deuce and his sister Zwei. They would have been less enjoyable without them.

And now with the day done, she had an appointment with two of her teachers. She made the trip all the way to the seventh floor and to the charms classroom where she found Prof. Flitwick waiting for her.

“Ah Sweetie Belle, I am so glad you could make it. I've already received word that you got the feathers.” Flitwick looked positively excited to be able to help the Unicorn with her research.

“Yes, I have plenty so we don't have to worry about making mistakes.” Sweetie belle said as she entered and looked around. “Where's Madam Hooch? I thought she was going to help us.”

A chuckle came from behind Sweetie Belle, which caused her to squeak and jump, spinning in midair, her tiny cloven hooves flailing before she landed on her rump and looked up.

“Madam Hooch, you startled me.” She puffed out her cheeks and glared cutely up at the tall human.

Again she chuckled. Madam Hooch knelt down and looked the filly in the eye. “Yes Sweetie Belle, I am going to help you. Prof. Flitwick may be the premier charms expert at school, but I am the best at school when it comes to making flying brooms.”

“I hope we can make this little project work before Sweetie Belle's next class. Now, there is a lot to consider when enchanting any form of object.” Flitwick started. “And this will be particularly challenging because it will be combining two totally different forms of magic.”

Sweetie Belle approached the slightly taller teacher and set down her saddlebag and started pulling out plenty of feathers.

Blue, as she had expected, but surprisingly, also yellow, purple, and even more surprisingly, a few small orange ones.

A tear formed in the corner of her eye as she realized that not only Rainbow Dash, but also Fluttershy, Princess Twilight and even Scootaloo had donated feathers for this project.

“My, that is certainly a good supply.” Ms. Humphry said as she picked up a most beautiful blue feather. “And so colorful.”

“All my friends donated feathers.” Sweetie Belle couldn't have been prouder to call those three Pegasai friends. “I can't wait to show them my flying board when it's done.”

“If we can do it.” Flitwick countered. “But that will be the most fun part, finding a way to make it work.”

Sweetie Belle and Madam Hooch both nodded and got to work.

After only an hour of studying how the feathers reacted to Flitwick and Humphrey's magic, they came to a startling conclusion.

Equestrian Pegasai feathers exploded under virtually any spell cast by the pair.

“Well, we seem to be in a bit of a tight spot here.” Flitwick looked up at an equally soot covered Madam Hooch. “Have you any ideas?”

Sighing before answering, the tall, white haired lady shook her head. “Even a simple levitation charm made them explode, which makes no sense whatsoever.”

Sweetie Belle had, till now, been sitting back and watching, and for the most part, feeling totally bored, and very disappointed. “This isn't fair. I want to find some way to make this work.” She looked over the half dozen scorch marks on the table top. “It's not fair that a spell like Wingardium Leviosa maked them ex... plode?” She had used her wand, gripped in her magic to cast the spell without even thinking about it, and to everyone's amazement, the feather levitated. “What the hay?”

The pair of teachers stared in shock. “Hold on a second there.” Madam Hooch leaned closer and looked at the floating feather. “Why didn't that feather explode like normal?”

Flitwick clapped his hands in delight. “I think I know the reason why. Sweetie Belle, while using our magic, has her wand wrapped in her own magic. Perhaps that is the key, though I wish to test a theory.” He held out his own wand. “Sweetie Belle, please try my wand and levitate that feather.”

Sweetie Belle looked at the small, orange feather, and then the wand. She set said feather down and stowed her wand away in her mane. How it even fit or stayed in there was very much an unknown to either teacher.

She accepted the wand and made a repeat of the spell, with explosive results.

“Oh come on!” The tiny pony exclaimed.

“I thought so. It seems your wand is the key.” Flitwick clapped his hands once again in delight. “Madam Hooch, it would seem that Sweetie Belle here is going to be getting some special lessons as she is the only one who can use magic on the feathers.”

“Isn't that well beyond the capabilities of a first year?” She asked the shorter teacher.

“Perhaps, perhaps not. It is not that the basic spells she will be needing to cast are terribly difficult, it's just the large number of them that need to be cast. Well, some are pretty tricky, but we will be here to help you every step of the way.”

“Um, how many spells?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Oh, at least five spells per feather, and another thirty on the board itself.”

Sweetie gulped. “So, I'll be doing all the spellcasting on everything? How many feathers will be needed to make the board fly properly?”

Madam Hooch fielded this one. “Oh, I think, perhaps, no less than fifteen. The more we can fit in without them touching, the faster and more maneuverable the board will be.”

“That's a lot of spells...” Sweetie Belle gulped. “So, what do we do first?”

“First, now that we know what to do, is to teach and guide you in casting these spells.”

“I understand Madam Hooch.” Sweetie Belle took on a look of determination. She WOULD make this board, no doubt.

…

For the rest of the week, Sweetie Belle spent her free time with her two teachers, weaving the spells into the feathers. She had even sent a letter home to Applebloom to lend her a hand with making the board itself.

Why? Because Applebloom was pretty good with stuff like that, after all.

It was on Friday when Sweetie Belle entered the classroom with Professor Flitwick and Madam Hooch that she saw the board had arrived.

Well, three layers of the board, and with three small fins that looked like wooden carved pegasai wings that were extended for flight.

“It already arrived?” Sweetie Belle asked as she looked it over, as well as an unrolled scroll on the table showing how it should all be put back together.

“Yes, it arrived this morning.” Flitwick nodded sagely. “Or rather, it was on my desk when I came in this morning. I have no idea how it got in here, or who delivered it.”

Sweetie Belle giggled. She had an idea of the who, but not the how. Then again, she knew she was not the only one who could open the portal between worlds. “This is wonderful.” She looked at the board, and noted that it was hoof carved from the core of an ancient apple tree. The slight 'rainbow' traces through the wood made her think it had to have been from a Zap Apple tree, which made sense seeing that it was a magical tree.

“We have all the feathers enchanted, all twenty of them. Now, we need to enchant the board parts.” Flitwick winked at the only student he'd ever had who was smaller than himself. “You have been studying and practicing the spells, have you not?”

Sweetie Belle nodded and pulled out some small wooden disks. She held a hoof over one and spoke. “Up.”

The small disk easily floated up and connected to her hoof, and amazingly, it didn't slide off.

“The Gripping spell was tricky.” Sweetie Belle blushed a little. “But I found one in the book Princess Twilight gave me, to aid in picking things up with one's hooves. I applied it to the wood disks and with the permanency spell, the spell didn't wear off after a few minutes.”

“Wonderful.” Madam Hooch beamed. “How many other spells from your book have you used?” She picked up a disk to examine it and wondered at how it almost weighed nothing, not that they weighed much to begin with.

Sweetie Belle pulled out her book and showed the bookmarked pages. “The Featherlight spell, the gripping spell, and a scuff proof spell.”

“Along with all the little spells, charms and enchantments we taught you.” Flitwick was extremely excited. “Come, let's get to work on the board's spells.”

Sweetie Belle nodded and got to work. Thirty spells in a row would take at least an hour, and would take a lot out of her, but she knew she could do it.

…

The spells had all been cast, and the feathers fitted inside it as the three layers were assembled, and the three small stabilizers attached.

There were thin 'vents' along the length of the board, as well as in the stabilizers so that air could reach the feathers for the magic to work at its best.

It was about twice as long as Sweetie Belle, and a little wider than she was. Standing or even laying on it was not a problem, thankfully.

The wood had been lacquered white with pink swirly patterns on it. It was very pretty, sleek and looked like it might be very fast. Sweetie Belle hoped she'd never have to test just how fast it might be able to go, but at least she was glad she could now take part in the flying lessons.

Sweetie Belle was currently standing on it, making small, slow circles around the room above desk level.

“This is so amazing.” She beamed so brightly. “I have to try to make one for Scootaloo and Applebloom.”

Flitwick chuckled as Sweetie Belle took to the impromptu flying lesson from Madam Hooch. “Yes, but the wood that board is made out of is a magical wood, from your own world no less. I do not think there is any tree in this world that can be used to make such a wonderful device.”

Sweetie Belle frowned a little at that and lowered the board low enough she could easily hop off. “I don't know, maybe normal wood can be used. I mean, I did make those little disks float, even if they can't hold any weight at all.”

Seriously, she had tested it. Even one of Scootaloo's smallest donated feathers would make the disks drop to the floor and unable to lift when commanded.

Madam Hooch sat down next to Sweetie Belle. “Perhaps it is this Zap Apple wood that strengthens the magic that makes all this work. I mean, I can sense a good strong magical charge that's naturally in the wood itself.”

“I touched a Zap Apple tree once and I got zapped.” Sweetie Belle explained, blushing. “But the jam made from them is the best in all of Equestria.”

Flitwick licked his lips. “Now that, I'd like to try sometime.”

Sweetie Belle nodded and made a mental note to ask Rarity if they had any left when she saw her next.

Madam Hooch scooped the board up under an arm and stood up. “I will hold onto this till tomorrow's lesson. After that, you may keep the board in your room, just like all the other students can keep any broom they own. School supplied ones will still be stored in the broom closet.”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “I understand Madam Hooch, and thank you. Thank you both.” She stifled a yawn and blushed. “Wow, I'm drained, and hungry.”

“Go on then.” Flitwick flicked his wand and opened the door. “Hurry along and get yourself some late supper, then off too bed with you.”

“Yes, you want to be well rested for tomorrow morning's lessons.” Madam Hooch added.

Sweetie Belle nodded and gathered up her supplies, but then paused. She gave both teachers one feather of each color, then said “Thank you both for everything. I'll be off now.” With that, she cantered out the room.

“She is such a delight.” Flitwick smiled.

Madam Hooch nodded, and looked at the board. “She certainly is, and it took me weeks to just get the basics for making brooms right. She managed it in but a few short days. I don't think I have ever met such a talented young witch. She's going to go far, I can tell.”

…

Location, a dark, dank ally between two old buildings.

“How goes the plan?” A tall cloaked figure asked her shorter, stalky companion.

“It goes well so far. In one week, according to our contact in the school, there will be a class trip to Hogsmeade. That is when we will make our move.” The shorter man grinned. “A talking, magic using Unicorn. The buyer I found said that they will pay us double our own weight combined in gold galleons when we deliver it to them.”

The taller woman giggled with glee. “We're going to be so rich. Now, let's get everything prepared.”

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

I apologize for how loooooong it took me to update. I'm letting you know that I am not dropping this story. I have things planned for it, things that will test my skills as an author, my creativity, and my endurance.

Seriously, thank you for your patience.

Chapter Ten

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
10

As the sun rose, it was not visible thanks to the overcast sky, but somehow, thankfully, it was not raining.

The class was gathered outside, with most of the students holding onto their brooms and awaiting Madam Hooch to arrive to teach her lesson. The only student without any means of flying was a little unicorn pony that barely reached knee height of the others.

“Sweetie Belle?” A Hufflepuff girl knelt down before the equine. “How are you going to take part in the class? You can't use a broom.”

Janna, despite being a little on the plump side, was pretty good with the broom, though she didn't ever go very high off the ground. She placed a hand on the other girl's shoulder. “I think she has that covered. She's been spending all week with Madam Hooch and Prof. Flitwick working on some secret project.” She grinned at Sweetie Belle. “We know where you were going, and why. But there were charms and spells keeping us from finding out what you were doing all around the classroom.”

Sweetie Belle smiled adorably. “Madam Hooch is bringing the answer to your question.” She pointed a hoof toward the gate, where said teacher was approaching. Under her arm was something flat, wrapped in a cloth.

The students all stepped into line and turned their attention to their teacher as she arrived.

Madam Hooch approached Sweetie Belle and set down the object, which the unicorn then unwrapped.

Everyone stared at the site of the board that floated a good six inches off the ground without any command. White with pink swirl patterns. A central fin on the bottom, like what would be found on a surfboard, and two more about a quarter of the way from the front, on the bottom, each sticking out at about a forty five degree angle. Those fins looked like wings made from wood.

“Now students.” Madam Hooch stood up and spoke sternly. “We shall resume last weekend's lesson.” She grinned. “I want you to mount your brooms, and board, but don't take off just yet.”

…

Sweetie Belle landed in the courtyard and hopped off her board, a huge grin plastered on her face. She looked back up into the cloudy sky, the feeling still strong in her heart.

Flight was simply amazing. No wonder the Pegasai thrived in the sky. The feeling of total freedom. There was almost nothing like it. The only feeling she felt was greater was when she was with her friends, simple as that.

“That thing is wicked.” Deuce landed next to Sweetie and dismounted from his own school supplied broom. “You spent all week with Ms. Humphrey and Prof. Flitwick making it, right?”

“Oh yes, we all worked so hard to make this, um...” She looked at it, realizing she couldn't just call it something un-creative like 'flying board'. “Cloud Skimmer.” She beamed as the name came to her just like that.

“Cloud skimmer?” Pheneas Malfoy repeated in a scoffing tone. “Please, it's a floating washboard. It's nowhere near as good as my Dragon Bolt broom.” He shouldered his own black broom, detailed with flame patterns off the front tip. “This is faster, quicker, and better all around.”

Sweetie Belle really didn't like Phineas, but he was right. His broom certainly had outperformed her board. “I have to agree it's faster and can turn better.” She smiled. “But this board, it was made by myself, Ms. Humphrey, Prof. Flitwick, and my best friends in all of Equestria. It means a lot to me. Did you make your broom?”

Phineas looked down on Sweetie Belle. “Why would I do something that is meant for labor witches and wizards to do? That is beneath me as a pureblood.” He glared at Sweetie. “The only thing going for you is that you are a pureblood as well.”

Sweetie Belle had learned what it meant to be considered a pureblood. “Well, yes, my mother and father are Unicorns, as are my grandparents on both sides, but my great grandmother and Great Grandfather on my mom's side were Pegasai.”

Phineas shrugged. “It only matters if it goes back two generations at the least, though my family goes back over twenty generations. So compared to me, you're barely even worth considering a pureblood.”

“That explains it then.” Deuce stepped in front of Phineas. “You're from twenty generations of inbreeding.”

“Pff, as if you understand what it means to be pureblood.” The blond boy turned to leave, but was blocked by one of his own house. A lean, strong looking boy who was a few inches taller than the Malfoy boy.

“Listen up Malfoy, just because you're from a pureblood family means nothing considering your family's history. Leave the unicorn alone.”

“Or what?”

The boy had a pair of other Slytherin students join him, a boy and a girl. “We're trying to change what it means to be a Slytherin, and how we get along with the other houses. You are not helping.”

“Yea.” The girl leaned forward. “I mean, seriously, who wants to be hated by everyone else all the time. Sure, we can get along with the other houses and stuff, and we can help each other out, but to be hated? I don't want that.”

The second boy nodded. “You got it Fray. I mean, yea, use the other houses to get what we want, but it doesn't hurt to be nice about it and even help them in return. Seriously, I'd have messed up a few times in potions if I hadn't gotten help from my Hufflepuff partner, Lily. In trade, I help her out with notes for Astrology.”

Phineas scowled. “That just goes to show how pathetic you are.”

“Um, Mr. Malfoy?” Sweetie Belle had hopped up on her board and was now hovering so they were at equal eye levels. “Why are you being so mean? I never did anything to you.”

“You are a lowly animal. That's lower than a mudblood, but you're still a pureblood. Lucky for you. Then again...” The boy reached into his robes and drew his wand. He opened his mouth and started on a spell. “Conflagerate.”

A small ball of fire emerged from the tip of his wand and hit Sweetie Belle's Cloud Skimmer, taking everyone by surprise.

Sweetie Belle gasped and pulled up, her board smoking slightly from the fire that hit it, but oddly, it was not burned. “Hey, why did you do that?”

Phineas was outraged. “Wh-what? Why didn't your plank of wood catch fire?”

Sweetie Belle looked down at Malfoy, a frown on her face. “The wood is from the core of a Zap Apple tree. Lightning and fire can't hurt it at all.” She came in for a landing and looked the board over, glad that nothing had been damaged.

“Stupid beast.” Phineas pushed past the other students, as well as his own housemates and stormed off. Before vanishing through the open doorway, he turned back. “This isn't over.”

Nobody replied as Madam Hooch came over and looked over the board, amazed that the simple fire spell had done nothing to it. “Sweetie Belle, are you alright?”

“Yes Madam Hooch. I was just startled that he cast that spell at me like that.” She hung her head. “Why is he so mean?”

“He's always like that.” The Slytherin girl shrugged. “I mean, just because his family is so messed up and all that. Sheesh. I like not being hated.” She turned to Mary, an honest smile on her face. “Oh Mary, I got my half of the history report done. What say we go and get it all put together for Monday.”

Mary nodded. “Too right Fray. I'd never have been able to write the whole thing myself.” With that, the pair of girls walked off, chatting and giggling.

Madam Hooch was just amazed. In all her years as a teacher at Hogwarts, she had never seen Slytherin get along with any of the other houses. The year had started out just like every other year, but it quickly started to change. All the houses were getting along, though still keeping up with a healthy level of friendly competition, rather than having hostilities (mainly too and from Slytherin). “Well, I'm deducting ten points from Slytherin for Malfoy's conduct, but also giving them ten points for how the rest of you stood up to him. One should never have to put up with bullying or abuse. Now, off with the lot of you.”

She watched as her class dissipated before heading off to get ready for the second class of the day.

As she neared her office, she came across the Headmistress.

“Ah, Madam Hooch. I saw what happened in your class out my office window. Do you want to talk about it?”

All she did was smile. “Actually, other than a very few stubborn students here and there in every house, this has been a very nice year. Still, I have to write my report to submit it to you.”

“Walk with me and tell me about it. We can forgo the written version.”

The pair walked off, with the flight teacher relating all that had transpired.

…

Sweetie Belle sat by herself during lunch, sitting outside under the covered walkway to keep from the rain. Leaning against the railing next to her was her Cloud Skimmer.

The Unicorn thought about Phineas Malfoy and realized he was just like Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.

“Why does every school have to have bullies?” She sighed and nommed on her sandwich, not really even enjoying it.

“Just cause some people are just like that.” A deep voice spoke as none other than the giant of a man known as Hagrid stepped into view. “Pay im no mind. He ain't worth the effort.”

Sweetie Belle looked up and Hagrid crouched down to make talking to her easier. “But Phineas is worse than the bullies from my school in Ponyville. He can cast spells. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon are Earth Ponies so they can't.”

Hagrid nodded. “Well, I ave t' say yer something special. Some of them Slytherine are being downright nice and getting along with the other students. Ain't ever seen nothing like it before.” He stroked his beard and chuckled. “Say, what's that?” He pointed at the white and pink board.

“Oh, that's what I use instead of a broomstick to fly.”

Hagrid blinked. “Ya don't say? I use ta have a big old motorbike but it got taken away by the Ministry. No broom can carry me, so now I can't fly at all.”

Sweetie Belle gasped, covering her mouth with her tiny hooves. “You're not allowed to fly?”

“Nope. Heck, I ain't actually ever finished my schoolin, so I ain't allowed to do no magic.” He sat down on the cobblestones next to Sweetie Belle, grunting as he did so. “But that ain't much problem. Never did learn much magic anyways.”

Sweetie Belle gasped again. “But you're a teacher here, aren't you? Don't you have to know magic to do that?”

Hagrid guffawed. “Certainly, if yer a magic teacher. I teach all about magical creatures and how to care for them.”

“You would get along so well with a Pegasus Pony I know. Her special talent is taking care of animals of all sorts.”

Hagrid blinked, then grinned. “Now that I have to agree with. Last teacher for care of magical creatures had to retire on accounts ah not bein all there.”

The filly gasped again. “He was crazy?”

“What?” Hagrid stared at Sweetie, then realized what he'd said. “Goodness no. His mind was all where it should be. I mean he was missing bits and pieces from some critters being none to friendly.”

Yet again Sweetie Belle gasped. “He got hurt? Is he alright?”

“Oh sure. He's retired and taking care of normal animals now. You know, a dog and some fish in a little fish tank.”

Sweetie Belle giggled. “My sister has a cat. Her name is Opalescence, and I think she's more dangerous than any magical creature out there.” She tapped her chin with her hoof. “Ok, maybe not more dangerous, but she's not a nice cat. I don't like cats because of Opal.”

Hagrid chuckled heartily and grunted as he rose to his huge feet. “Well, this Opal ain't here. Now, bout them bullies. Just pay them no mind and don't go listening to anything they have to say.”

Sweetie Belle nodded slightly. “I guess I can try.” Truth be told, she never had done well dealing with the bullies back home. Maybe if she learned to deal with Phineas, she could learn to deal with those two. “Thank you Mr. Hagrid.”

Hagrid beamed a grin. “Well then, I gotta get going. Gotta pick up some special something for my next class.” He waved and walked off.

Sweetie Belle smiled, feeling a little better now. She levitated her sandwich off the plate and took a bite, this time enjoying it.

…

The rain petered out shortly after lunch, but Sweetie Belle had returned to the her room to store her Cloud Skimmer away till she needed it next.

Looking at the board, she thought about Hagrid and how he couldn't use a normal broomstick to fly. She felt bad for him, and had already noticed he most likely wouldn't do well on a board like hers, even a larger one.

A knock at her door shook her from her thoughs.

“Hey Sweetie Belle, do you still need help with History?” Berty Trimble poked his head into the open doorway, but bumped it on some barrier. “Ouch.”

“Sorry, there's a no boy barrier on the doorway.” Her cute giggle made the boy grin as he rubbed his head. “And yes, I would like some help with History.”

…

A couple hours later.

“And finished.” Sweetie Belle set down her feathered quill and sighed. “Thank you again Berty.”

“You helped me as much as I helped you.” Berty leaned back and sighed. “History is so boring.”

Sweetie Belle nodded in agreement. “I think it's interesting, but yea, it is boring.” She leaned back in the oversized armchair she sat in and looked over her history homework one last time. Finally satisfied, she set it down and put all her homework away.

As Sweetie Belle was about to hop out of her chair, a knock came at the common room door. Everyone present looked and watched as a folded letter slid under it.

Berty went over and picked it up and frowned. “It's to Sweetie Belle, and the seal on it is Slytherin.”

Sweetie Belle hopped out of the chair and approached, accepting the letter as Berty offered it to her. She looked at it and saw only her name written on it.

“So?” Berty knelt down and looked at the letter that was enveloped in Sweetie Belle's soft green magic. “Open it.”

After a moment of staring at the letter, Sweetie Belle opened it. Almost instantly, she wished she hadn't. A cloud of dust burst out and coated her. She coughed and choked as she breathed the sparkling substance in, her magic failing and the envelope dropping to the floor.

Berty has staggered back, avoiding the small puff of dust, but was instantly grabbing Sweetie Belle's tail and pulling her out of the cloud.

The filly coughed and sneezed, gasping for breath for a few moments before recovering. “Wh-what just happened?” She asked, blinking her eyes to get the offending glitter from her eyes.

Janna was over in moments, pulling a small vial from within her robes. “Hold still Sweetie Belle.” She applied a single drop to each of the young pony's eyes, and they stopped stinging instantly. “Is that better?”

Another couple coughs, and Sweetie Belle nodded. “Thank you Janna. What is that stuff?” She looked at the settling cloud of glittery dust.

Mary came over and drew her wand. She waved it through the remnants of the cloud and muttered a spell. “It's glitterdust. It's used to make invisible things visible, but it can also be used to make a choking cloud that can make spellcasting nearly impossible.” She sighed and waved her wand. “Accio broom and pan.”

Instantly a broom and dust pan flew to the Prefect's hands as she put her wand away. “Perty, Janna, take Sweetie Belle to the infirmary to make sure she'll be alright. There may have been something else hidden in this dust.”

She started sweeping it up and pouring it into a small vial she produced from one of her pockets.

Berty and Janna did as told. Berty scooping Sweetie Belle into his arms and the pair of human children rushed off to get their tiny equine friend to get help.

…

A shadowy figure watched the trio rush from the dorm room and suppressed his snicker. He pulled out a small folded crane and tapped it with his wand. “Locomotor Paper.” He grinned. “Get your message to the others.” He let it go and watched it fly off down the hall quickly.

The young Slytherin then slipped off into the shadows.

…

“Why is the infirmary on the far side of the school?” Berty muttered out loud.

“Why ask me?” Janna asked, not realizing it had been a rhetorical question. “I'm as new to this school as you are.”

“Wasn't asking you.” He countered. “Sorry, I'm worried about Sweetie Belle.”

Sweetie Belle coughed out a small cloud of glitterdust and whimpered. She couldn't even speak without coughing, and trying to concentrate on her magic would be impossible.

Still, they managed to reach their destination with no interruptions.

“Madam Pomfrey.” Janna called out, spotting the nurse emerge from her small office on the far end of the long room.

“Shh, we have some injured students.” The plump lady came forward. “What is the problem?” She asked as the boy set the familiar filly on an unoccupied bed.

“Sweetie Belle breathed in glitterdust.” Janna explained. “She got a letter with her name and a Slytherin seal on it, and when she opened it, the dust came out.”

“Another one?” Pomfrey sighed and fetched a bottle. She unstoppered it and poured a little into a small glass. “Drink this deary.” She helped the filly drink the strong smelling fluid. “Luckily I'd just whipped up this medicine.”

Sweetie Belle cringed a little at the odd tasting liquid that smelled how Deuce's steak smelled. She then leaned over the edge of the bed and...

Madam Pomfrey summoned a small pail in time to keep the mess off the floor. “Goodness, that's never happened before.” She frowned as Sweetie Belle not only was heaving, but coughing horribly. She paused and sniffed the medicine, in case she'd somehow gotten it mixed up with another.

It was the right medicine, and only after suddenly remembering how Sweetie Belle had reacted to seeing meat being eaten for the first time, and the fact the medicine smelled like boiled steak...

“Oh no... this medicine tasted like meat.” She frowned deeply. “I'm sorry Sweetie Belle, but you need to drink this. We don't want your vocal cords to be damaged from the coughing.”

The filly looked up at Pomfrey with her pretty green eyes, an expression of dread and illness on her face.

Pomfrey stood firm. “Not all medicine will taste good Deary, but it will make you feel better after you take it.”

“N... no.” Sweetie Belle shook her head and then looked up at Janna with a pleading expression.

“Madam Pomfrey, maybe there's another medicine that can help?” Janna hoped there was.

The nurse kept her frown and nodded. “Yes, but it tastes even worse and takes a lot longer to work.”

“How bad can it be?” Berty asked. “Will she be ok by morning?”

Pomfrey nodded. “Yes, she'll be fine by morning, but I've been told it tastes absolutely horrible and nobody has ever been able to keep it down for long. But fine, I'll fetch it.” She turned and headed back into her office. A minute later she emerged carrying a vial of near black fluid that seemed to bubble on its own.

This time Sweetie Belle drank it, and her eyes popped open wide, and she tilted the glass back and licked her lips. “Toast.” She managed to say.

The three humans stared at Sweetie Belle, but it was Madam Pomfrey who had the look of total shock on her face.

“Toast?” She blinked a few times, unable to comprehend what Sweetie Belle meant.

“Tastes just like the toast I make at home.” Sweetie Belle spoke softly, as not to aggravate her sore throat.

Pomfrey urped a little, but forced herself to swallow. There had to be something seriously wrong with the filly's taste buds. “I'm not certain I want to know.” She put the cork back in the vial and looked at the vile looking, black burbling fluid. She'd tasted it before, and it tasted nothing like toast.

Janna giggled. “Will you be alright now Sweetie Belle?”

Sweetie Belle lay back and nodded before letting out a yawn, her eyes starting to flutter.

Berty looked around at the other students. He noted that there was one from Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, and now Sweetie Belle from Griffindor. “Wait, why is there a Slytherin here? They're the ones that sent the letter to Sweetie Belle.”

Madam Pomfrey looked at the Slytherin girl on the cot as she lay there half asleep. “I was told it was Hufflepuff who sent her a letter and had the glitterdust get in her eyes and throat. Seems that Deuce there got a letter from Griffindor.” She pointed at the twin to Zwei. “And Lily there from Hufflepuff got her letter from Ravenclaw.”

Berty looked the victims over, and noted that the Slytherin girl was Fray Brooks, whom had stood up for Sweetie Belle before. He kept this to himself, for now.

“That's horrible.” Janna frowned. She was about to say more when Madam Pomfrey interupted her.

“Yes, and my patients need their rest. Scoot, out with the two of you.” She ushered the pair of Griffindor from the room and out into the hall. “Go straight back to your rooms, and no lollygagging in the halls.” She then shut the doors.

On her way back to her office, she checked on her wards, noting that they all seemed to be resting much better, except Sweetie Belle who would let out a small cough from time to time. She felt bad for the unicorn, but knew that she'd done all she could at this time.

“Try to rest Sweetie Belle. You should be feeling much better by morning.”

…

A small crane landed on a gloved hand and was quickly unfolded to reveal a letter.

“Glitterdust works exceptionally well on Unicorn.”

The tall, cloaked woman grinned at her shorter companion. “Stage one is complete. Once the visit to Hogsmead happens, we'll be able to use this stuff to capture our target, and then we'll become rich beyond our wildest dreams.”

“To riches.” The man raised his mug and clunked it against the other's.

To Be Continued...

Chapter Eleven

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
11

The sun was not up quite yet, and yet, Sweetie Belle was prancing on the spot, staring up at Madam Pomfrey with her big, glistening green eyes and a pout on her lips.

“Pleeeeeeaaaaase may I go? I don't have a lot of time.”

“No, and that's that. You're still glittery from that dust.” Madam Pomfrey crossed her arms, doing her damn best to avoid looking at the filly.

Sweetie Belle would not have any of it. She came around in front of the plump woman, her weapon systems fully armed and ready to fire. And fire she did. “But I can use my magic again and all I need to do is take a bath to get the glitter out of my coat and mane. Pwetty pwease?”

By all the forces of the darkest magic there are... If this filly had faced Voldamort those long years ago, he would have been blasted to cinders from this filly's blasted glare... This is what Madam Pomfrey was thinking the moment she made eye contact. “Fine... You can go.”

“Thank you Madam Pomfrey.” Sweetie Belle nuzzled up against the woman's knee before galloping from the ward.

“Don't... run...” Pomfrey started to say, but the Unicorn was already gone. “She's got more than just magic to deal with her problems, that's for sure. That, and she certainly is quick on her feet... er, hooves...”

Sweetie Belle galloped quickly through the halls, all the way back to those annoying moving staircases, but thankfully they were on her side for once. She rushed up to the painting of the fat woman and spoke the password. “Candycane Drumsticks.”

The Fat Woman smiled fondly at the little filly who had on occasion just sat and chatted with her. “Hello there Sweetie Belle, come on in.” She swung aside and let the smallest ever Griffondor enter.

Once in, Sweetie Belle rushed past a couple early to rise students and into her room. She skidded to a stop in front of a washing pan in her room and quickly washed out the glitter. After drying off and quickly combing her mane, she stepped in front of the mirror and beamed in delight. Her horn lit up with soft green magic, sparkling and shimmering as the reflective surface changed to show the room in the Golden Boughs Library.

And standing on the other side...

...

The two students who were awake already heard the sounds of laughter and joy emerging from the former store room. Voices they didn't recognize at all.

“Hey Berty? What's going on in Sweetie Belle's room?”

“How should I know Fernandus.” The boy shrugged, looking over the back of the chair he sat in. “It sounds like... no... that rumor couldn't have been true...”

“What rumor?”

Berty gulped, almost dreading what may be emerging from that room at any moment. “You know how adorable Sweetie Belle is, right?”

A simple nod.

“Imagine that tripled.”

Fernandus blinked his dark brown eyes and pushed his messy brown hair from his face. “Wait, what rumor? Does she know some duplication spell or something?”

“Worse...” Berty really liked Sweetie Belle. She was smart, funny, kind and talented. “She has special permission from both the Ministry of Magic and Headmistress McGonnogal to have...” He didn't get to finish as the door opened and Sweetie Belle emerged, followed moments later by a pair of other like sized ponies.

One was orange with purple mane, tail and eyes. She sported a pair of small wings that buzzed as quickly as a humming birds, yet she remained on the floor.

The second one was a soft yellow coated little filly with neatly combed red mane and tail, and sported a red bow in her mane to keep it out of her amber eyes.

“Oh no...” Fernandus scrambled back from his place on the sofa. “My heart can barely handle one of them.”

Sweetie Belle and the other two approached. “Hello Berty, Fernandus.” Sweetie Belle beamed cutely. “May I introduce my two best friends in Equestria? This is Scootaloo.” She gestured a hoof at the pegasus. “And this is Applebloom.” She then gestured to the pony that had no horn or wings.

“Hiya.” Scootaloo waved a wing at the pair of boys. “Wow, you're huge. Sweetie Belle, your letters never said how big they were.”

“Howdy.” Applebloom grinned at the boys. “An' so what if they're big? They're real nice to Sweetie Belle, ain't that right?”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “They're all so nice, well, aside from a rare few, but here in House Griffondor, everyone is really nice.”

Berty stared at the pair for a moment, then spoke. “Hi. I'm Berty Timble. This is Fernandus Griswold.”

“Pleasure t' make yer aqua... awk... er, nice t' meetcha.” Applebloom struggled for a moment.

Fernandus groaned softly. “Er, nice to meet you too. Um, I have some homework I need to finish.” He jumped up and rushed up a flight of stairs.

Berty watched him run off and smirked. “Yea, Fernandus has a bit of an allergy to cute things. I think.”

Sweetie Belle had learned this and tended to leave the other boy alone. “That's ok Berty.”

“Hey, I'm not cute.” Scootaloo puffed her cheeks out, looking slightly indignant.

“Sure ya are Scoots. Yer just adorable.” Applebloom teased.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

Sweetie Belle stopped them by nuzzling them both. “Oh come on now. No fighting. Let's go say hello to the Headmistress.”

“She's that cool Earth Pony who can become a cat, right?” Scootaloo really liked her for some reason.

“Um, yea, she can become a cat.” Sweetie Belle hid a giggle behind a hoof. “Come on, let's get going before everyone else is up.”

Applebloom and Scootaloo nodded and followed their Unicorn friend from the commons room and out into the hallways with the moving stairs.

“What the heck?” Applebloom stared as the stairway before them shifted.

“Looks like we're taking the long way.” Sweetie Belle sighed.

“Have a good day Sweetie Belle.” The Fat Lady waved.

Scootaloo and Applebloom both jumped and hid behind their friend.

“The hay? Did that painting just talk?” Applebloom stared.

“Whoa! That's so cool.” Scootaloo came out from hiding. It wasn't cool to be startled after all. She came up and pressed a hoof against the painting. “Wow, it IS a painting. This place is awesome.”

“You have yet to see the rest of the place." The Fat Lady beamed. “Now, off with you.”

Sweetie Belle dragged her friends off up some stairs, then down a number of halls, across some battlements, then into a thick tower. From there, they wound up and down stairs, through halls, a few empty rooms, and finally into the courtyard.

By now, other students were up and about, and all could only stare at the trio of ponies as they cantered, trotted and occasionally galloped trough the halls and yard. Many had similar thoughts. “Oh no... there's MORE of them now?” Many could feel cavities forming just from watching the trio as they talked, laughed and occasionally chased each other in circles. Even the few teachers who saw them got out of their way.

“Ok, now I know where I am.” Sweetie Belle beamed as she recognized the courtyard. “This way to the Headmistress' office.” And once again she led her friends, this time certain of where they were going.

“Wait.” Applebloom paused. “Ya tellin me you was lost?”

“Not lost, just turned around and not fully sure where we were.”

“That's what I would call lost.” Scootaloo hopped up onto the stair's railing, leading inside.

Sweetie Belle shrugged. “Well, you can't really get lost here. I've learned that you can always get to where you need to go, no matter which way you take to get there. I think I got to the Astronomy Tower once by going through the dungeons.”

“That don't make no sense.” Applebloom raised an eyebrow.

“But it's true.” Sweetie Belle said as she started climbing the stairs with Applebloom right beside her. Scootaloo hopped off the railing and buzzed her wings and managed to land at the top of the short flight of stone steps.

“I believe you Sweetie Belle. I was counting which floor we were on, and I think we went from the fourth floor at one point to entering this outside room thing.”

“Courtyard.” Sweetie Belle corrected her friend. “I come here to study and eat my lunch sometimes.” She led the pair inside, through the entry hall, which had the two visitors gawking and rubbernecking at all the amazing sights. Up the stairs, then through some more halls till they finally stopped at a spiraling staircase that was nestled in an alcove.

Sweetie Belle led her friends up the steep stairs and into a grand office that had to have more books than their own Princess' library home.

“Golly, sure are a lotta books and knicknacks.”

“There most certainly are.” A familiar voice came from further in the room. Stepping into view was the tallest being two of the fillies had ever seen.

“Hello Headmistress McGonnagal.” Sweetie Belle greeted the head teacher politely.

“What?” Scootaloo stared at the woman. “No way that's the same magic using Earth Pony we met back in Ponyville. She's not even a pony.”

Applebloom swatted Scootaloo. “Cause the mirror turned her into a pony when she came to Ponyville, remember?”

“Ow. Oh yea, I remember now. So you're really her? That awesome pony?”

Minerva smiled softly and nodded. “Yes I am Scootaloo. It is a pleasure to see the both of you again. Now, I have a few rules I need to lay down for all three of you.”

“Rules?” Scootaloo frowned.

Again she was swatted by Applebloom. “There's gotta be rules. This IS a school after all, right Ms. McGonnagal?”

“Right you are Applebloom. Now, come over and have a seat.” She gestured to a large (to the CMC) chair.

Sweetie Belle scrambled up onto the chair and helped her friends up, then they all sat down. Sweetie Belle in the middle with Applebloom to her right and Scootaloo to her left.

“First, do not leave, or attempt to leave school grounds. Second, do not enter the Dark Forest. It's very dangerous in there and you can easily get lost, killed, or worse.”

“What's worse than getting killed?” Applebloom asked.

Sweetie Belle hugged Applebloom. “You do not want to know.”

“Right you are Sweetie Belle.” Minerva nodded. “And third, stay out of the kitchen. If you are hungry, go to the main hall and take a seat. Food will be provided for you.”

Scootaloo and Applebloom nodded. “We understand.” They said in unison.

“Now, off with you, and please try to stay out of trouble.” Minerva never lost that soft smile. Sweetie Belle certainly had formed a fond spot in her heart, shared by Harry Potter and a few other special students.

“Thank you Ma'am/Miss/Headmistress.” The trio chimed and headed out of the office.

Scootaloo reached the bottom of the steps first, followed by Sweetie Belle, who was now fairly used to steep steps, and finally by Applebloom, who only managed to get down without tumbling because she was used to ladders back home.

“So, where to first?” Scootaloo asked excitedly.

Sweetie Belle thought for a moment. Suddenly her face lit up. “I know what we can do first. Back to my room so I can pick something up.”

…

An hour later.

“Finally, we made it.” Scootaloo flopped onto the carpeted floor of the common room, mostly ignoring all the stares that she and Applebloom were receiving.

Sweetie Belle trotted into her room to fetch whatever it was that she wanted to fetch. She had not told either of her friends, only saying that it was something totally awesome.

Applebloom sat next to Scootaloo, looking at all the human children that were looking back at the pair.

Sweetie Belle emerged from her room, levitating something long, flat and narrow, wrapped in cloth, and saw the following scene.

Scootaloo was being hugged by Janna. Said human looked to be in heaven while said pegasus looked to be less than impressed, unable to escape and only able to buzz her wings.

Applebloom was sitting on Mary's lap, her hair ribbon undone and was having her mane combed. She looked to actually be enjoying the attention, and totally loving the girl's fingers as they stroked her back.

The rest of the House were sitting around asking the pair all sorts of questions, which Applebloom was doing well to answer. Scootaloo looked like she was about to give in to the hugs when she spotted Sweetie Belle and something that she swore she recognized.

With a burst of power from her wings, she shot free from Janna's hugs and hovered for a few seconds in front of Sweetie Belle before landing on her face with a soft thud. “Is... is that what I think it is?”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “It's my Cloud Skimmer that everyone helped me make. Let's go outside and I'll show you how it works.”

…

Three fillies, and about a dozen Griffindor students of all ages were now out in the large yard where flight training took place.

Sweetie Belle unwrapped her board and let it hover next to her as she used her unicorn magic to fold the cloth and set it aside to keep it clean.

“Ok, I'll show you how this works.” The white Unicorn hopped onto the board, and she crouched slightly before leaning forward. The board took off suddenly, and Sweetie Belle was able to control it really well, despite not being a natural flier. She showed off to her friends, both equine and human.

Many of her fellow Griffondors had not seen her flying board till now, and they were all impressed that she, along with a couple teachers, had created such an interesting magic item.

After flying about, she came in for a landing and hopped off the board. “So, what do you think?”

Applebloom nudged it with a hoof. “All I can say is wow.”

“Can I try it?” Scootaloo's eyes were shining brightly as she stared at the board, and most likely the only means she'd ever have to be able to fly.

“I don't know...” Sweetie Belle gave a teasing grin. “Ok, but please don't break it.”

Scootaloo let out a whoop of joy and hopped onto the board, crouched like Sweetie Belle had, and quickly flapped her wings.

In less than a second, Scootaloo was airborne, and whipping around the courtyard with amazing speed and agility. Sweetie Belle had not come close to being able to fly the board like this, and all she could do was stare in awe.

Scootaloo climbed higher and higher, somehow not once loosing grip on the Cloud Skimmer, thanks to certain enchantments. She twisted, turned and even flipped upside down, and still stayed with the board.

She pushed it, even performing a few of her own scooter based stunts, as well as some of the easier ones she'd seen Rainbow Dash pull.

For nearly half an hour the filly flew free from the ground that had held her for all her life (aside from the many times they got airtime while flying or being flung by some of their attempts at earning their cutie marks).

But finally she came in for a landing and hopped off the board, breathing heavily and sporting the hugest grin anypony had ever seen on the young Pegasus before.

“That was so awesome.”

Sweetie Belle and Applebloom were staring at their friend in awe.

Well, less at her and more at her flank.

“Scootaloo...” Applebloom moved around to get a better look. “Oh mah gosh! Ya got yer cutie mark!”

Scootaloo.exe took a moment to register the comment, then spread her wings and looked.

It looked like a purple Cloud Skimmer with white wings and a rainbow trail behind it.

“Oh... My... GOSH!!!” Scootaloo jumped at her friends and hugged them tightly, swinging them around and dancing with joy. “I got it. I finally got it. I love my cutie mark so much!”

Sweetie Belle and Applebloom hugged Scootaloo back as she swung them around till someone spoke.

“What the hell? There's more of them? What's this place coming too when they allow such an infestation.”

“And that would be Phineas Malphoy...” Sweetie Belle replied, less than pleased that he would show up at any time, least of all when her best friends were visiting.

“Who?” Scootaloo asked, then spotted the platinum blond boy glaring at them. “Oh, somepony new. Hello.”

“Ugh... a winged one that can't fly on it's own. Just like a...”

“Don'cha dare say it.” Applebloom growled at the boy.

“A flightless chicken.”

Applebloom screamed and launched herself at the startled Malphoy boy, but was caught in midair as he whipped out his wand and muttered some words the filly didn't understand. “Hey! Put me down!”

“Alright, I will. You're a runt and you stink of a barn.” Phineas laughed.

His laughing stopped when he found over a dozen wands pointing at him, as well as a glowing green horn and a really annoyed looking pegasus who was hovering on that blasted fireproof washboard.

“Fine, you can't take a joke.” He flicked his wand and sent Applebloom flying through the air, only to be caught by Scootaloo with the greatest of ease. “Pathetic mules.” He spun on his heel and started to storm off.

“Phineas, wait.” Sweetie Belle called out.

The boy stopped and looked back over his shoulder. “Why should I?”

“Can't we just get along? I have nothing against you, so why are you always so mean to me?”

“Because you are a barnyard animal.”

“Hey, that's not a nice thing to say about Applebloom.” Scootaloo hollered back.

Phineas burst out laughing. “A chicken and a mule and a witch wannabe. You three are perfect for each other.” He then walked off, chuckling the whole way.

Applebloom frowned as Scootaloo set her back on her beloved ground. “Ah can mix up a potion that can make him grow a bushy beard. Ah bet that'd be really funny.”

Scootaloo was in full agreement with Applebloom. “Oh, can we Sweetie Belle? He insulted us, so why can't we get back at him?”

“I don't know.”

“Please?” Dual puppydog eyes.

Let's make a special note here. Humans are largely unable to withstand a single filly giving the puppydog eyes. Some may be able to resist though. But two of them at once?

“Go for it Sweetie Belle.” Berty nodded. “I'm sure you can get some stuff to make a potion from the potion's classroom.”

The rest of the students, even the responsible ones like Mary, were all in agreement.

Let us add a secondary note here. Those capable of properly using the puppydog eyes are oddly resistant to the same technique.

Sweetie Belle shook her head. “I don't want to do anything to hurt anyone. Phineas is just a meany, just like Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara. Have we ever done anything to get back at them?”

“No...” Applebloom and Scootaloo hung their heads in defeat.

“But we totally should.” Scootaloo added.

Applebloom shook her head. “Sweetie Belle is right. Ain't no way I'm gonna sink down to their level. I'm not gonna be no snake in the grass like them.”

Sweete Belle hugged Applebloom. “I'm so glad to hear you say that.”

“It's true Sweets. Ain't no way I'm gonna do that. Aj would be downright mad at me if I pulled something like that.” She then tapped her chin. “So, what's this about a potions class?” She grinned.

…

Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo and Applebloom had somehow gotten away from the humans who seemed dead set on following them around to watch them all day.

But the Cutie Mark Crusaders had finally done so.

Scootaloo was so pleased she'd gotten her cutie mark, and Sweetie Belle had totally agreed to her request to make her her own Cloud Skimmer, once all the materials had been sent over for her to make it with.

Applebloom couldn't stop staring at Scootaloo's cutie mark and having a mix of feelings. Sure, she was really happy for Scootaloo and 100% proud, but at the same time, she was a little jealous that said Pegasus had been the first to get her mark.

“Say Sweetie Belle?” Scootaloo paused in following her friend. “Where are we exactly?”

“We're in the dungeons.” Came the reply from Sweetie Belle. “We're going to say hello to Prof. Snape.”

Applebloom giggled. “These humans have such silly names.”

“Our names are silly to them you know.” Sweetie Belle countered. “But that's ok. It hasn't stopped me from making friends here.”

Applebloom and Scootaloo nodded, and resumed following.

They finally reached an open door and entered the room.

Inside was a tall man wearing black robes. He turned around and spotted Sweetie Belle. “Why hello. It's not like you to come to this class when you don't have to.”

“Hello Prof. Snape.” She greeted Rettimus with a smile. “While potions are nowhere near my best or favorite class, my friend here, Applebloom, is pretty good with potions.”

Rettimus blinked and only now noticed the other two little ponies. One was orange with purple mane, and had something long and flat wrapped in cloth balanced on her back, and the other was yellow with red mane and tail.

“You... don't say? Are they new students who arrived late?” He eyed the trio carefully.

Applebloom shook her head. “No sir. We're friends of Sweetie Belle's. We got special permission to come visit from the Mistral of Magic.”

“Ministry.” Sweetie Belle corrected.

“Right, that, and Headmistress McGonnagal.”

Rettimus nodded. “All teachers have been made aware of this, and we have all been asked to at least keep an eye on the three of you to make certain you cause no trouble.” He walked over, his cloak billowing behind him till he stood over the three. “Now, why exactly have you come here?”

“I'm learning about potions an stuff like that from Princess Twilight. Ah was curious what differences there are in Equestrian potions and your potions.”

This caught Snape's attention. “Equestrian potions you say? Well, I am always interested in learning more about the art of alchemy. Come on in and let us compare knowledge.”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “This is going to be boring, isn't it?”

Sweetie Belle shook her head. “Not at all. Potions class is interesting. I'm just not that good at it.” She giggled as Applebloom and Rettimus started talking. Applebloom even pulled out her own book on potions from somewhere, most likely from within her tail or mane. Earth Ponies seemed to have that ability where Unicorns and Pegasai had it to a lesser degree.

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo played some games with a deck of cards, using the Cloud Skimmer as a table top while Applebloom learned some new things about potions, and even taught some to someone who had thought themselves to be a potions master.

No, Applebloom didn't get her cutie mark like Scootaloo did, but she certainly had some good basic knowledge of potions, and Rettimus was impressed.

“I do not normally ask this, but Applebloom, would you be interested in learning about potions from me?”

“Would I? You bet!” She then frowned. “But I'm only allowed to visit on weekends.”

Rettimus understood this, and pulled out a first year's book on potions and held it out for Applebloom. “There's plenty to learn in this book. Give it to your Princess Twilight, so she may read it over and I am more than certain that she will be able to teach you. When you next come and visit, you can show me what you have learned.” He also wrote some notes on a scroll. “Try to make these two potions and bring them back to show me. Don't open the scroll till after your Princess has read the book. Let her read the scroll as well, I have added some instructions.” He smirked. “I get the feeling you can eventually learn to be a potions master in your own right.”

Applebloom nodded and took her book back, after Prof. Snape had cast a copy spell on it. She then stowed it away, along with the book and scroll she'd been given.

“Now, I have much work I need to complete. It is nearing lunch time, so I suggest you go get something to eat.”

Sweetie Belle nodded, her stomach choosing that exact moment to remind her that she had not had breakfast.

…

Another paper crane landed in the outstretched hand. “There are two more magic talking ponies. Not much is known, but one is a Pegasus. Will contact you later with more information.”

“So there are more of them, are there? I wonder, will we be able to catch them as well? We could triple our income if we can.” The woman grinned at her shorter companion.

“We still have to wait for them to leave the school.”

“Soon my dear Crunk Burger. Soon.”

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

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Chapter Twelve

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
12

News had spread like an uncontrolled wildfire concerning the sudden and inexplicable appearance of two more ponies. Rumors ranged from it's a hoax all the way to there being new students to even Sweetie Belle had cast a cloning spell, as well as a few others that were just as absurd.

Entering the main hall to have a bite to eat may not have been the best idea the Cutie Mark Crusaders ever had. The reason? Well...

“There they are!" A girl from Hufflepuff pointed at the trio of fillies. “I heard that if you catch them you get to skip any one test you want and you get full marks for it.”

Well THIS got the attention of quite a few students.

This included a certain pair of twins who considered themselves to be very good friends of Sweetie Belle.

“Oi, would you get a look at that?” Deuce pointed at the pair of small ponies with their friend Sweetie Belle. “There really are two more of them.”

Zwie's eyes went wide and she gave an audible squeak of delight. “I want to hug them all!”

Deuce blinked, then realized his sister had joined the mob heading toward the trio. “Bugger it all Sis...” He got up and went after her. He knew well enough how she got around Sweetie Belle, with her always wanting to carry and hug her.

“Um... Sweetie Belle?” Scootaloo started backing toward the doors. “I think we should run.”

Applebloom was ahead of her on this, and was already making her escape. “Way ahead of ya slowpoke.”

Sweetie Belle turned, grabbed Scootaloo by the tail and ran. It only took a few seconds before the young Pegasai started running under her own power. “You have GOT to be kidding me. There's gotta be thirty or more after us.”

Sweetie Belle knew her way around the school, sort of. “I think I know where we can hide. Follow me.”

“We're followin ya Sweetie.” Applebloom said, chancing a glance back. “And so are all of them. Golly they're fast.”

Indeed the humans were pretty fast. Longer legs gave for longer strides. Rubber soled shoes gave for better grip on the stone floors compared to hooves.

Scootaloo had little trouble taking the turns, using her wings to twist and change direction on the ground. Applebloom would skid and have to spring off the walls, statues and furniture to keep ahead of all the maniacal children.

Sweetie Belle was not as agile or as strong as her two friends. Thankfully she was able to use a bit of her magic to 'pull' herself in the direction she wanted.

“There's a room.” Scootaloo pointed at a door. “We can hide in there, right?”

“That's the girl's washroom.” Sweetie Belle pointed out. “There's no other way out other than that door.”

Applebloom didn't care. “We can at least hide in there.” She rushed into the room followed by her two friends, and kicked the door shut. “What the hay was that all about?”

Sweetie Belle shrugged and looked for a place to hide. “Hey, we can hide in the stalls.”

The trio all ducked into different stalls and shut the doors.

Then they heard the washroom door open. “Let's check in here.” A boy said.

“Over your dead body. That's the girls loo.” One girl replied with a sharp tone.

The sound of the boy getting swatted was heard by the trio, and they did their best not to giggle.

“Ok, you girls check in here. We'll check in the guys washroom.” Another boy suggested.

The sounds of multiple girls entering the washroom made all three fillies nervous.

“Quick, get up on the toilets.” Sweetie Belle whispered and hoped her friends heard her. She made sure to close the lid before doing so. She didn't want a repeat of her very first time using one of these things. An incident which she forced the author to never write about, ever.

“Check the stalls.” Yet another girl suggested.

Scootaloo was balancing on the rim of the toilet, her legs spread so she wouldn't fall in, so she hoped. These things didn't exactly smell that nice.

Then her stall door opened and three girls looked in, all sporting rather terrifying looks of delight and the desire to hug and cuddle.

Scootaloo panicked, and her hooves slipped, and into the bowl she went.

Now, Scootaloo wasn't unfamiliar with magic. She'd seen Unicorns using it all her life. The thing is, she's never actually had magic used ON her, so the moment she fell in and had the strangest, most jarring sensation ever, with the world suddenly twisting, turning and warping all about her, she did the only thing she could think of.

She screamed.

The sound of Scootaloo start screaming, and then having it cut off with the most awful sound of a toilet flushing made Sweetie Belle and Applebloom nearly scream themselves.

“Oh man.” One of the three girls pouted. “She got away by flushing herself down the drain.”

“Any idea where that leads? I think it was a port key of some sort.”

“Do YOU want to jump in there and find out?”

“Bugger that idea. Let's get out of here and look somewhere else for the other two.”

“Yea. Lets.”

The pair of fillies waited for nearly a minute after all the girls left before coming out of their hiding places and peaking into Scootaloo's empty stall.

“Where do ya reckon she went?”

Sweetie Belle felt a little ill. She had been warned that 'small things' that fell into the toilets were usually ported somewhere rather unpleasant to keep them from getting plugged up. “I... I don't know.”

“Think we should follow her?”

Sweetie Belle stared at Applebloom, a look of sheer horror on her face. “Are you KIDDING?”

“But we gotta save Scootaloo. What if she got dumped where everything else that goes in them things goes?” Applebloom tried to look brave, but in all honesty, she sure as heck didn't want to get flushed.

“Maybe... maybe we should try to find a teacher and let them know what happened?” Sweetie Belle suggested.

Applebloom looked toward the washroom door. Sounds of children of various ages still looking for them could be heard. “Ah don't think we're gonna be able to get out that easily.”

“I know a secret passage out of here.” A new voice spoke.

Applebloom and Sweetie Belle looked into the stall, and saw the transparent head of a girl wearing glasses and sporting pigtails looking back at them.

“G-G-Ghost?” Applebloom turned white, and bolted. Sweetie Belle watched her friend rush out of the washroom, and instantly heard multiple boys and girls give chase.

“Did you have to do that Myrtle?” Sweetie Belle turned to face the ghost. “Ok, just because I did the exact same thing the first time I saw you.”

Myrtle giggled. Oh how she loved spooking the students. “Nice to see you too Sweetie Belle.” She emerged from the toilet and floated about. “It would be so nice to have some one say Hello Myrtle. How was your day?” She moaned.

“I don't have time for this.” Sweetie Belle stomped a tiny hoof on the stone floor. “Scootaloo got flushed down that toilet and now Applebloom is being chased by a bunch of half crazed students.” She then had an idea. “Do you know where that toilet leads?”

Myrtle grinned and nodded. “The sewers of course.”

Scootaloo would never live this one down...

…

Scootaloo looked around, unsure of what to think of where she now was.

It looked like some sort of storage room. There was boxes and furniture and all sorts of nick nacks all over the place, stacked up almost as high as the ceiling in some cases.

“Well, this is weird...” She looked at the old toilet she had popped out of. “Applebloom will never let me live this one down...” She sighed and started looking for a way out of this rather large room full of all sorts of stuff.

Coming around a corner, she spotted a desk, and there looked to be a lit oil lamp resting on it. Out of curiosity, she hopped up onto the chair and looked onto the desk.

She was familiar, vaguely, that Sweetie Belle used a wand to do magic in this school, and right there on the desk was a wand.

It was just sitting there, resting on top of an old looking book.

She poked it with a hoof, and felt a slight tingle. She poked it again and giggled as she felt that tingle again. Carefully, she picked it up with her hoof, and felt her hair go on end from the static charge. The wand sparked and glowed, and somehow the book flew open a few pages.

She blinked and looked at what was on the pages. “Oh, is that a spell?” She grinned and looked at the wand. “If Sweetie Belle can use one of these things, then maybe I can too.” She started reading the instructions, and practiced waving the wand just like how it showed in the book.

“Ok, that's easy enough.” She then read the spell, but didn't wave the wand. She wanted to know how to say the silly sounding words before trying that part.

After a few tries, she felt she had the words right. “Wingardium Leviosa.” She waved the wand as she spoke.

BOOM!!!

Scootaloo coughed out a puff of smoke, and she could feel she was all blackened with soot now.

“Ok... maybe I can't use magic like Sweetie Belle...” She closed the book and set down the wand, and as she turned to leave this incident behind her, she came face to face with a massive head that had massive hair and a massive beard.

“Blimy, a baby Pegasus. Ain't never seen one colored like ya before.”

“GIANT!” Scootaloo screamed and made to escape, but that giant's hands easily caught her.

(So is this how it all ends? Squashed by a giant?) Scootaloo closed her eyes. (And I haven't even gotten to show Rainbow Dash my cutie mark.)

…

Applebloom was quick, fairly agile, and she liked to consider herself smart.

Sadly, she was being chased by a large number of humans, who were as fast as she was, able to take sharper turns, and were being led by a girl with green eyes and long brown hair... that and she seemed even smarter than Applebloom.

None of her tricks and tactics seemed to be working. This one girl was not fooled by any of them, even her attempt to hide behind a rather horrifying stuffed animal. And I don't mean a plushie. I mean something a Taxidermist had done.

Rounding a corner, she suddenly found herself being grabbed and stuffed into a dark place, most likely inside someone's robes.

“Hey Malphoy.” Zwie came around the corner and spotted the boy who seemed to totally hate Sweetie Belle just because he wanted too. “You didn't see...”

“It went that way.” He shrugged and pointed toward the library doors.

“Uh, thanks?” Zwie was not sure if she should trust the boy, but saw little reason to doubt him. She headed toward the library along with half a dozen other students.

Phineas slipped into an empty classroom and pulled Applebloom out of his cloak and set her down on the floor. “What is going on?”

“Uh, everyone is tryin to catch us.” Applebloom backed away from the boy. He looked familiar, but she couldn't quite place where she'd seen him. “Ya ain't after us too, are ya?”

The Slytherine boy shook his head. “No. I don't see any reason to chase you ponies around the place. You should stay in here till it calms down a little.” He patted Applebloom's head and scratched lightly behind her ear. “Try not to get caught, ok? It's fun watching them all running around like fools.”

Applebloom shivered with delight at the pat and scratch, and was a little disapointed when he stopped and started to leave. “Try to get back to the Griffindor common room or maybe the Headmistress's office. You should be safe there.” And then, he left.

The filly blinked and shook her head. “Wow, he sure is nice.” She smiled and looked around the room. It looked like it might be a history classroom from all the stuff in it.

“Are you lost?” A flat, emotionless voice that would make Ben Stein proud spoke up from behind Applebloom.

She could have sworn the room was empty. She spun around and...

“GHOST!!!”

She bolted from the room, leaving Hogwart's only ghost teacher in her dust.

…

Sweetie Belle peeked out of the washroom, careful to not be seen. She smiled slightly when she saw the coast was clear. She had to find help for Scootaloo and Applebloom. She hoped that neither one was hurt, or more lost than Scootaloo was.

She slipped out of the room and was about to head for McGonnagal's office when she was suddenly scooped off her hooves. She squeaked in fright for a moment before she heard the voice.

“Silly filly. You should be more careful.”

“D-Deuce?” Sweetie Belle wrapped her forelegs around his neck and hugged him. “I am so glad it's you.”

Deuce blushed as he felt her super soft coat on his cheek. “H-hey now. Enough with the hugs. I saw the crazyness that was gonna happen, so I set out to help you and your friends. Seems everyone's gone more than a tad bonkers at the sight of three of you little ponies.”

“We need to save them. Scootaloo got flushed down a toilet and Applebloom is scared of ghosts.”

“Wh-what? Down a toilet?” He then snickered. “That's priceless. Come on, let's go find a teacher. This is beyond anything we can do. Unless you want to try to find this Scootaloo by following her.”

“No way. I-I'd do anything for my friends, anything but that.”

Deuce nodded. He felt pretty much the same. “Yea, if Zwie flushed herself down the loo, I don't think I'd follow either.” He then made his way toward the closest teacher's location he could think of. The Headmistress's office.

…

Scootaloo was not squashed like a mosquito. Oh how she hated those things.

Rather, she was now sitting on the giant's shoulder as he walked through the halls, looking down at all the 'tiny' humans. She knew they all wanted her for some odd reason or another, but none dared to bother her now that she was riding on her new friend's shoulder.

“Say Hagrid?”

“Whatcher want Scootaloo?”

“Sorry for screaming like that back in that room.”

“Bah, don'cha worry yer adorable head over it. I get that reaction more oft than I care to admit. And I guess I am quite th' giant compared to a tiny thing like ya.”

“I'm not tiny... Ok, compared to you I am.” Scootaloo giggled. She liked Hagrid. When he had grabbed her, he had been incredibly careful and hadn't even put a single one of her feathers out of place.

“Yer half right mind ya. I am half giant on my mammy's side. Oh, and remember, ya never saw no wand or book ah spells in that there room, right?”

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” She grinned and nuzzled her huge friend.

…

Applebloom somehow had managed to evade the students for at least ten minutes now. She sighed as she peeked out from her hiding place. It was amazing how easy one could hide in a broom closet.

With nobody in sight, she slipped out and tippy hoofed down the hall. About half way down, she had a rather chilling feeling run down her spine. She froze and looked back over her shoulder.

'It' was larger than her. She'd never seen a cat that large, or that evil looking, with those red eyes, mangy fur, and sharp claws and fangs.

She had, however, watched a few cats and how they moved when they were hunting things like mice and birds...

And that was exactly how this cat was moving, and its eyes were locked on Applebloom.

“Ya gotta be kiddin me. First crazy students, then freaky ghosts, and now a monster cat?” She wanted to cry as she bolted down the hall, with that evil, feral monstrosity right behind her.

She could hear it getting closer. That cat was able to make the turns around corners better than Applebloom could. It was only on the long, straight halls that she was able to keep well ahead. She certainly didn't want to end up as a 'present' to whoever might own that thing.

“Why can't you just leave me alone?” She yelled back at the cat.

Oddly, the cat skidded to a stop on hearing her yell back. Applebloom chanced a look back and slowed to a stop as well. “Wait, you understand me?”

The cat started approaching Applebloom, but it was not moving like a hunter anymore. Now it was moving in an almost friendly way. It came up to Applebloom and sniffed her face.

The filly giggled as the whiskers ticked her. “Hey there now. You're not all that scary, are you?”

The cat meowed and rubbed against Applebloom.

Applebloom giggled some more. “Say, you wouldn't know where I might find, I dunno, the Headmistress's room?”

The cat gave a quick meow and started down the hall, only to stop and look back for a moment.

Applebloom blinked, and then followed. Somehow, she knew she didn't need to be afraid of this scary looking cat.

She was, however, highly amused to watch any and all students of all ages give the cat a wide birth, some even running back the way they had come. With her escort, she felt a lot safer from the craziness.

…

“Oh hey there Prof. Hagrid Sir.” Deuce waved to the oversized teacher. He then spotted the winged filly sitting up on his shoulder, and had the image of a big jolly pirate with his parrot sitting on his shoulder.

“Scootaloo?” Sweetie Belle, who was being carried in Deuce's arms just the same way that Zwie would carry her, saw her friend and smiled with joy. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you're alright. You're so lucky that you found Hagrid.”

“Heh, he found me actually. I have no idea how, but I found myself in some huge storeroom full of junk.”

“Really? I found myself in there once after being chased by that scary ca... ca... ca... CAT!!!” Sweetie Belle's fear of the feline race came back on seeing Ms. Norris. She screamed and somehow hid herself inside Deuce's robes, just her muzzle, eyes, a bit of her hair and the tips of her two forehooves peeking out the sleeve.

And following the evil, vile monster cat was Applebloom, who seemed perfectly fine with said evil, vile monster cat.

“Hey there AB.” Scootaloo called down from her perch.

Applebloom looked up, WAY up, in awe. “Whoa, you got yourself a big friend there. I got myself a fluffy one.”

“Shoo. Begone evil thing.” Sweetie Belle waved a hoof out of Deuce's sleeve. “That cat tried to eat me once. You can't trust her.”

Applebloom giggled and patted the cat's head. “Aw come one now Sweetie. She's just a big ol' fluffy kitty. She just wanted to play I reckon.”

“Nope.” Sweetie Belle was adamant on this. “She wanted pony for lunch. She hasn't tried to eat me since only because Headmistress Mcgonnagal told her I'm a student and not food. I bet that's the only reason you're ok too.”

Scootaloo grinned. “You look silly like that Sweetie Belle. It's just a cat.” She looked at the cat, and only now realized it was actually LARGER than Applebloom. “But I'm just fine up here where I like it.” She grinned sheepishly.

“And what is going on here?” Minerva came down from her office and eyed all six who were standing about in front of the entry staircase.

“Um...” Sweetie Belle peaked out, but also kept an eye on 'The Cat'. Before she could explain, over a dozen students came around a corner.

“There they are. Get them!”

Sweetie Belle hid deeper in the sleeve.

Scootaloo, sort of just 'vanished' into Hagrid's beard... He was not sure how he should feel about that, though it did tickle a little.

Applebloom stepped in behind Ms. Norris.

And stepping into the lead was none other than Headmistress Minerva Mcgonnagal.

“Enough of this. Someone had better be able to explain what is going on here.” She glared at all the students.

“Um... I don't really know.” One admitted, and from the looks on all of their faces, it seemed that they were all equally confused.

Minerva sighed. “Listen, and listen well. These two,” She gestured to Applebloom and Scootaloo, who was currently just a pair of eyes peaking out from Hagrid's beard, “are friends of your fellow student Sweetie Belle. She has special permission to have her two best friends visit her on weekends when she has no classes or events, seeing as she is so very far away from her home. None of you are to chase them anymore, is that understood?”

“Yes'm.” They all replied.

“Good, now off with you all.”

Sweetie Belle watched them all leave, and felt a little bit relieved. Now only if Ms. Norris would also leave.

“The same goes with you Ms. Norris. Shoo.”

Applebloom looked a little dissapointed. “Aww, does she have t' go? Ah really like her.”

Minerva had thought she'd seen it all when Sweetie Belle had first stepped into her life on the first day of school this year, and then again when she had visited Ponyville.

Now she was looking at someone who the cat actually seemed to like, and was accepting pets from. Any other student, or even teacher other than Filch, and she would be all claws, teeth and attitude.

“Well, as much as you two get along, I am certain that Mr. Filch is looking for her.” To be honest, she hated this cat. How it was still alive after all these years made little sense to her, seeing that even familiars tended not to live more than twice that of a normal animal of their kind.

Mrs. Norris gave Applebloom one last cheek rub before walking off, a slight spring in her step.

“Hagrid?”

“Yes'm?”

“You seem to have a little something in your beard.”

“I'm not little.” Scootaloo stuck her head out of the tangled mess that was Hagrid's beard. “I'm a big pony now. I got my cutie mark now.” She wagged her butt at a now blushing Minerva.

“Please refrain from pointing your posterior at me.”

“My what?”

“Your butt.” Sweetie Belle giggled as she somehow returned to her cozy spot in Deuce's arms. Deuce himself was just staying quiet, hoping to stay out of whatever was going on.

“I was just showing your teacher my cutie mark.” Scootaloo countered as she turned around and sat back down on Hagrid's shoulder.

Minerva sighed. “Be that as it may, this is no place to be loitering about. It is a wonderful day outside, so why don't you...”

~GRRRRRWWWWLLL!!!~

Three young ponies all blushed as their stomachs made themselves heard.

“Ah, well,” Minerva grinned ever so slightly. “Hurry up and go have something to eat. Try not to get into anymore trouble.”

“Yes'm!” The three chimed, copying exactly how the other students had replied earlier, only they added a salute to it.

“Thanks for helping me Mr. Hagrid.” Scootaloo said as the giant set her down on the floor and ruffled her mane with a hand nearly as large as her torso.

“Think nothing of it. Yer an awesome lil' filly.”

Sweetie Belle sighed. “We had a bit of an adventure today, didn't we?”

“You most certainly did.” A transparent figure emerged from the wall. “It was fun watching you...”

“GHOST!!! RUN FOR THE HILLS!!!” And Applebloom was already disapearing down the hall.

“Nicholas.” Minerva spoke in a chiding tone. “Seriously. Do you have to go about with your head hanging off your shoulders like that?”

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle quickly joined the rapidly retreating Applebloom.

“I say.” Nearly Headless Nick looked offended. “I finally get a chance to say hello to our resident Unicorn student, and she reacts like that.”

The ghost turned with a 'Harumph', and glided through the wall he had come out of.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

At least the CMC didn't get covered in sap for once.

Thank you to all those who tossed me PMs to help fix the little mistakes.

Chapter Thirteen

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
13

Watching the Hogwart's students from an alleyway, the short, plump man known as Crunk Burger scowled.

Nowhere could he see any of the younger students. Those he could see looked to be all third years and up.

“Ah bugger. We messed up on our plans.” He scowled as he turned and hurried back to the Hog's Head Tavern to report to his partner. “She ain't gonna be none too pleased with this news.”

Entering the establishment, he could see some students enjoying their non-alcoholic beverages. A quick look and he spotted the tall woman sitting in the darkest, furthest corner. He made his way over and sat down.

“From the look on your face, I'd be led to believe something is wrong.” She glared at Crunk.

“You could say that.” He sighed. “Ain't nothing but third years and up here.” He let his head fall to the table with a hefty, and slightly painful sounding thud. “What are we going to do now Madra? We already have the buyer lined up. He's going to be none too pleased if we fail to get the promised merchandise.”

Madra leaned back in her chair, thinking. “Well... I'm a patient woman, but not so patient as to wait three years to get what we want. We're going to have to change our plans.” She grinned. “Now, here's what we're going to do.”

…

Scootaloo peaked out of the small alcove she was hiding in, keeping an eye out for Applebloom. She hoped her hiding place would let her win their game of Hide and Go Seek.

She had made certain that no students who walked past spotted her. She was still wary from the chase earlier, and decided that the less who saw her, the better.

Then she heard the telltale clip clop of small hooves coming toward her. She grinned and hid behind the statue that decorated this alcove.

Applebloom waled into view and looked into the alcove. “Ah wonder where Scootaloo is. Ain't seen wing or tail of her anywhere.” She hid a grin and trotted on.

Scootaloo held her breath, breathing shallowly for a good minute till she felt that she was safe. It was a good hiding spot, but the goal of this game was to reach a safe spot to win. And the tiny pegasus was fully intending on winning.

Peeking out to see if the coast was clear, she came face to face with Applebloom. “Ah rats. How'd you find me?”

“Your tail was sticking out from behind the statue.” Applebloom grinned.

Scootaloo looked back at her tail. “Dumb tail. Ok, you got me. So, have you found Sweetie Belle yet?”

“Nope, but I spotted her runnin around a corner a little ways back. Ah followed her but she went and vanished.” Applebloom huffed. “Ain't fair. She knows this place better than either of us.”

Scootaloo nodded. “I know, but now there's the two of us looking for her.” Her grin matched Applebloom's. “So let's keep looking.”

…

Sweetie Belle looked down from her 'hiding spot' on the ceiling. That gripping spell, created for use on the Cloud Skimmer, also worked on her hooves. She watched the pair as they headed down the hall, making short work of all the alcoves.

Knowing she was clear, she walked across the ceiling and down the wall and finally back onto the floor. She took a deep breath, and called out to her friends. “I'M NOT OVER THERE!” With that, she bolted, laughing out loud.

It took Scootaloo and Applebloom a few moments to realize what was happening, and gave chase.

“How the hay did she get behind me?” Applebloom huffed. “Ah bet she use some spell or secret passage or something like that.”

Scootaloo galloped alongside Applebloom. “Well, we didn't say no magic or flying. I mean, I can't fly myself, not till Sweetie Belle can make me a flying board too.”

“Next time, we're adding that as a rule, to make it fair.”

Every time they rounded a corner, they caught the sight of Sweetie Belle disappearing around another corner. Neither could figure out how she was staying ahead of the two more physically capable ponies. Unicorns just didn't have that level of physical strength or stamina.

Then they ran around the last corner they had seen her vanish around, and came to a dead end.

They both blinked and looked back and forth.

There was no Sweetie Belle to be seen.

“What the hay?” Applebloom growled. “This ain't fair. She's gotta be using magic or something.”

Scootaloo nodded in agreement. “Ok Sweetie Belle, you win. We can't catch you.”

The giggle came from behind them, and they spun to see Sweetie Belle standing there, her wand floating in her magic. “I really win for once? I've never won hide and seek before.”

“Only cause ya used magic.” Applebloom huffed.

Sweetie Belle smiled and hugged her friends. “Ok, next time I won't use any spells.”

“Or potions.” Applebloom added.

“Or magic items.” Scootaloo added.

“Aww.” Sweetie Belle pouted. “Then I'd never win.”

The two non-magic using ponies looked at each other for a moment. “I dunno about that.” Applebloom said. “Ya certainly kept ahead of us pretty good.”

“I did, didn't I?” Sweetie Belle frowned. “That's only because I used my featherweight spell on myself so I could run faster.”

Scootaloo giggled. “Really? That explains that. Anyways, we've been playing for a couple hours now. I'm getting hungry again.”

“You're always hungry.” Applebloom poked Scootaloo's belly. “But ya ain't ever gotten fat.”

Scootaloo looked proud and nodded, buzzing her wings. “Sure I can't fly, but I can flap my wings faster than anypony else.”

“That's true.” Sweetie Belle agreed. “You must burn off all that food you snack on.”

The trio talked and joked and laughed as they made their way through the halls of Hogwarts. As they walked down a series of rather dimly lit, winding halls, they became aware of a lack of any other sound other than their own hoofsteps.

“Um... where are we?” Applebloom asked. “And why is this hallway so narrow?”

Sweetie Belle looked back up and down their current hall. “I-I don't know. I've never seen this place before. We should keep going.”

Scootaloo shook her head. “We should go back, that way we get unlost.”

“That ain't a real word.” Applebloom snipped.

“Is too.”

“Is not.”

“Is mfff?” Scootaloo found a white hoof in her mouth.

Sweetie Belle's ears were twitching, and seemed to focus down the hall. “I hear something. Voices.”

Applebloom looked happy to hear this. “Good, we can get outta this cramped place.” She galloped ahead, quickly followed by her friends.

Finally, they came to the end of the hall, and a pair of stairs leading up to what looked like a slab of stone.

“Ah bummer.” Scootaloo frowned. “A dead end?”

Sweetie Belle climbed the stairs and pressed an ear to the stone slab. “I hear voices up above.” She pushed on the stone, but it didn't budge. “Come help me.”

The three working together managed to lift the heavy stone and slide it aside. They poked their heads out and saw what looked like a store room. There were voices coming from behind another door.

Emerging from the hole in the floor, they pushed the stone back into place, and all memorized where it was.

Using her unicorn magic, Sweetie Belle turned the doorknob and cracked the door open enough to peek out.

All three filly's eyes went wide at the candy wonderland that lay before them. Scootaloo pushed the door open and made to rush out, her sweet tooth demanding to be sated.

Applebloom grabbed her tail and pulled her back into the store room, and just in time as a huge pair of boots nearly stepped on the Pegasus.

It was Hagrid.

Sweetie Belle knew they shouldn't be here. This was not in the castle, and she was not allowed out of the castle. She backed away and pulled the door closed. “We can't go out there. I'm not supposed to be here. Only third years are allowed.”

“We're not students.” Scootaloo said after wiping away some drool. “And I'm hungry.”

Applebloom had to agree with Scootaloo on that point, but also agreed that Sweetie Belle would most likely get in a lot of trouble if she was found out here.

Before they could make plans, the door started opening.

Three fillies bolted and hid among the various boxes and crates, and just in time to see Hagrid and another large man enter the room, carrying what looked like a large and heavy crate.

“Where ya want all this rock candy?” Hagrid asked.

“How about right there.” The other man grunted, nodding his head toward a clear spot on the floor.

Sweetie Belle wanted to panic now. That spot was where the hidden passage was.

With a grunt, the two man put the heavy crate down with a loud thud. “Whew, rock candy is really heavy.”

“Aye.” Hagrid agreed. “But we got it in here, so we don't gotta worry bout it no more. Let's get outta here.”

After the pair left, a much smaller trio emerged from hiding.

“We have to move that box.” Sweetie Belle looked more worried then the other two.

Applebloom nodded and she tried to push it aside, but the crate refused to budge. “Golly, this box has gotta way a ton.”

Sweetie Belle tried to move the box, even casting a spell with her wand before trying a second time, but with no luck.

~Munch munch munch.~ “This candy is great.” Scootaloo said as she munched on what looked like tiny jelly beans. ~Munch... PTOOY~ “Eww! That one tasted like a dirty hoof.”

“And just how do ya know what a dirty hoof tastes like?” Applebloom asked, eyeing the now discarded box of jelly beans.

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “Because you've shoved your hoof in my mouth more than once.”

“Mah hooves ain't dirty.”

“You walk on dirt.” Scootaloo countered.

Before Applebloom could argue, Sweetie Belle shoved a caramel apple in her mouth. “Shh. We don't want to get caught.”

Scootaloo sighed. “I guess we should try to find another way back to the school. Do you know the way back from wherever we are now?”

Sweetie Belle pondered a moment. “I think the train arrived here. We took some boats across the lake to the school on the first night.”

The pegasai grumbled. “So, all we have to get through town to wherever the boats are, borrow one of the boats, and then row all the way across the lake, then get back into the school, all without being spotted?”

Sweetie Belle nodded.

Applebloom nommed happily on an okay tasting candy apple.

“Fiiine.” Sweetie Belle huffed. “Do either of you have any suggestions?”

“Nope.” Applebloom said between bites.

“Not really, sorry.” Scootaloo hing her head, her ears drooping.

Sweetie Belle's own ears hung a little. “Well, we need to get back before we're discovered as missing, and the boats are the only way I know how to get back, other than the way under that crate.”

“Oh, I know.” Scootaloo licked her lips. “We can eat our way to the trap door.”

Applebloom licked the now plain stick that once held the candy apple. “You gotta be joking. We can't even budge that thing. You expect us to eat it all?”

“It can't hurt to try.” Scootaloo started to climb up onto the large box.

Sweetie Belle pulled her back down with her magic. “Not even the three of us can eat enough of that rock candy to lighten it enough to move it. Maybe Pinkie Pie could, but she'd not here.”

“True.” Applebloom looked around and noticed another door at the back of the room, half hidden by some stacked up crates. “Oh, we can get out through there, maybe.”

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo both nodded, and with some teamwork, they moved the boxes enough to pull the door open wide enough for the trio to slip out.

…

“Are you sure this plan will work Madra?” Crunk asked as they exited the Tavern.

The woman nodded. “Baring any complications, yes. So long as our friend in the school can help us.”

Crunk was unsure of this plan. “Okay, run the plan by me one more time.”

“Our friend lures the Unicorn, and if they can, the other two, through some secret passage that leads out of the school. We wait at the exit point, and the moment they appear, we throw the dust in their faces, scoop them into sacks, and then get out of there. Then we can meet up with the buyer, and earn more gold galleons than we'll know what to do with.” Madra grinned wickedly. “And by the time anyone finds out they're missing, we'll be long gone and rich.”

“I have another idea.” Crunk nudged Madra. “How about we sneak up on them right now and grab them.” He pointed toward an alleyway, where a trio of tiny equines were carefully peeking out from.

Madra blinked and stared. She blinked again and rubbed her eyes. No way could it be this easy. “Okay? Do you have the pouch of glitter dust?”

“Right here.” He pulled a small satin pouch out from his jacket.

“Perfect. Let's go get them.”

…

Sweetie Belle spotted a pair of adults heading right for them. “We've been spotted. Run.” She bolted back down the alley, her two friends right on her tail.

“Ah come on.” Applebloom grumbled, glancing back and seeing the tall pair easily closing the distance. “They're faster than us.”

“Split up and head for the docks.” Scootaloo said, and with that, they all went down different alleys.

The pair paused at the intersection, then rushed down the way the white Unicorn had gone.

Sweetie Belle heard their heavy footsteps quickly closing the distance, and rounded a corner. She pulled out her wand and cast her featherweight and wall walking spells, then started up the wall.

A moment later the pair came around the corner and saw her climbing up the wall.

“Since when can ponies walk up walls?” The man looked confused.

The woman pulled out something that looked like a wand and took aim at the Unicorn. She pulled the nob on the end and strands of sticky webs shot out at the filly.

Sweetie Belle squeaked and scrambled up onto the roof, having just barely evaded the... whatever that was. She carefully made her way up the clay tiled roof, feeling a few shift under her hooves on more than one occasion.

The short man climbed some crates in the alley and tried to get up on the roof, but his weight pulled down the tiles.

Sweetie Belle gasped and cried out in surprise as the tiles she was climbing slid out under her, sending her sliding toward the edge of the roof, and most likely to a fall all the way to the hard cobblestone ground.

The man staggered back as tile after tile smacked him in the head, sending him falling over backwards and off the crates, flat on his back onto the ground.

Sweetie Belle went over the edge, falling till she landed on something rather soft, and bounced off to land on her hooves. Looking back, slightly confused, she realized she'd fallen onto the prone man's belly, as he was holding it in pain from her landing on it.

“S-sorry. I gotta go.” She turned and ran.

The woman jumped over her partner, scooping the pouch he had dropped. She started closing the distance once again.

Sweetie Belle rounded another corner and ran right out into the street. She didn't stop and wove through the humans, startling more than one, and quite a few of her fellow students.

“I am so busted...” She was now worried she was going to get detention for this. Or worse, sent back to Ponyville with 'FAIL' stamped on her flank. She'd never live that down.

Finally, she entered another ally and chanced a look back.

Her pursuer was no longer after her. The crowd had prevented that.

But Sweetie Belle was not relieved. She'd been seen by people who lived in the town, as well as some students.

She was about to surrender and emerge from the ally when she saw sparkles in front of her face all of a sudden. With a startled gasp, she got a handful of sparkles in her face, and then a thick sack engulfed her, scooping her off the ground.

…

Applebloom had instantly realized that those humans were not after her or Scootaloo, but were focused on Sweetie Belle. “Maybe they work for the school and Sweetie Belle is going to be dragged back and then thrown into detention or sent back to Ponyville with a fail stamp on her flank.” She worried and doubled back to follow them.

She rounded one corner and saw the shorter human getting up off the ground, pulling shat looked like a small pouch from his jacket and rushing off. As quietly and as quickly as she could, Applebloom followed the man. She nearly stopped following him when he entered the street and started crossing it. A little ways down the street, she spotted Sweetie Belle emerge from the alley and weave trough people till she vanished into another alley.

The taller woman had not emerged from the alley. Applebloom did notice that everyone was looking down the street, seeming to be wondering what had just happened.

Taking this moment of distraction to her advantage, Applebloom rushed across the street to follow the man. She easily followed as he was not rushing. She then watched him throw a handful of sparkly stuff into Sweetie Belle's face and then scoop her into a sack.

“Stealth doesn't matter anymore. That looks more like a ponynapping than anything a teacher would do to bring a student back to school.” She rushed forward, jumping up onto a crate and launching herself at the man, aiming for his gut.

He had not been expecting to get tacked in the gut, nor to have another small pony rush in behind him to trip him over, flat on his back.

Pain erupted from the back of his head as he smacked it on the cobblestone.

Not even pausing to check if he was alright, Applebloom grabbed the Sweetie Belle weighted sack, threw it on her back, and rushed back the way she had come, with Scootaloo right on her hooves.

“Good to see you Applebloom. I saw they weren't after me, so I turned around and saw they were after Sweetie Belle. I crossed the street when everypo... er, human was distracted. I then saw fatso there try to ponynap Sweets.”

“Yea, same here.” Applebloom grinned and rounded another corner, only to find their way blocked by the tall woman. “Oh pony apples...” She spun around with Scootaloo, but found a very unhappy looking 'fatso' blocking their escape route.

“Enough of this you little ponies. You're comin with is.” The man growled.

The woman pulled out another pouch and scooped out some glitterdust, and threw it at the pair of fillies.

Scootaloo jumped in the way and buzzed her wings, creating a sudden gust of wind which blew the dust back into the woman's shocked face.

Applebloom and Scootaloo made a break for it, rushing down the ally and away from the humans. The man staggered over and helped the woman to her feet, offering her a damp cloth to wipe the glitter from her face.

“Damnit. We lost them.” She growled, squinting through the glitter that clung to her face.

…

Sweetie Belle was being jostled around inside the sack something fierce. Thankfully, the sack had rubbed most of the glitter from her face, and she had not breathed in any, having held her breath the moment she'd seen it.

Suddenly she was dumped on the ground. She pulled out her want and got ready for the moment the sack was opened.

When the opening was loosened, she heard two voices she was happy to hear.

“Sweetie Belle, are you alright?” It was Scootaloo.

“I think so.” She crawled out from her 'prison' and hugged her friends. “I'm so glad you were here and could save me. I don't want to know what would have happened otherwise.”

Applebloom giggled as she and Scootaloo got glitterdust all over their coats, but she didn't care. “I'm just happy that you're safe.”

“Who's safe now?” A deep, gruff voice startled the trio. Spinning around, they saw the massive Hagrid staring down at them. “Whatcha all doing outta the school? Yer only first years. Yer not allowed to be out here.”

“I'm so sorry Mr. Hagrid.” Sweetie Belle's eyes watered, a little from her actually being sorry, but mostly from that blasted glitter. “We got lost in the school and followed this weird hallway till we entered a candy store. You came into the back room and we hid while you blocked off the passage back.”

“I thought we blocked off that blasted tunnel years ago.” He wondered for a moment. “Ah, that don't matter.” He scooped the three fillies onto his shoulders. “I'm heading back to Hogwarts right now anyways. I'll bring ya all back, then we're gonna stop off at my hut an have tea n crumpets.” He grinned. “Always do love havin company I do.”

With that, he started on his way back, three fillies somehow defying the laws of reality and hiding in his hair and beard as he walked through town.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

Hmm, Crunk and Madra failed to catch Sweetie Belle, but wow they came close. Good thing her two best friends were there to save her.

I wonder what those two bad people will do next time they get a chance to try to catch Sweetie Belle. Well, we'll all have to wait to find out.

Also, I'm sorry I took this long to finish this chapter. My editor / husband was busy with work. He gave it a quick read over and fixed exactly 18 errors, though I'm willing to bet he didn't catch them all. PM me with any you may spot.

Chapter Fourteen

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
14

Minerva Mcgonnagal sat at her desk, contemplating all she had just been told by three fillies, Hagrid, and even more than a few students and a couple teachers.

Somebody had attempted to kidnap Sweetie Belle. Or as the fillies put it, ponynap her.

This news came as more of a shock to her than it was to hear that the secret passage to Honeydukes had somehow been reopened without her knowledge.

On her desk was a certain magical map, and it bothered her that even on the map, the passage didn't show up.

Something was afoot here, and she was not pleased to think that one of her students had nearly come to harm. It was like all those years ago when Harry Potter and his friends had attended. Those had been dark times indeed. Were they about to begin again or was this just an isolated incident?

A knock at her office door shook her from her thoughts. “Come in.”

To her delight, and perhaps concern, Harry Potter entered. “Hello Headmistress. I was sent over as soon as the Ministry heard about what happened.”

“Hello Harry. Come in. Come in and have a seat.” She rose and stepped around her desk. “How is Ginny?”

“She's doing great. She worries whenever I go on an assignment, but she's always encouraging me.” Harry smiled and sat down, but almost instantly, his expression changed to one of concern. “The passage to Honeydukes has indeed been reopened. That's how I entered Hogwarts. But it didn't lead to the same secret passage it used too.”

Minerva looked very worried on hearing this. “Dear me. Do you mean someone managed to dig into the school and somehow circumvent the barrier?”

Harry nodded. “At the point of the barrier, I found there's been some spells placed to allow an undetectable opening.” He leaned forward and pointed at a seemingly random spot on the map. “I came out here. An alcove in this hall.”

Minerva nodded. “Yes, I'm aware of its location. Sweetie Belle had her friends had inadvertently discovered it and found themselves in Honeyduke's. When they tried to get back here, well, events out of their control ended up with Sweetie Belle being assaulted and nearly kidnapped.”

“That's what I was told as well.” Harry leaned back in his seat. “I'd like to personally meet her.”

“I can arrange that.”

Harry shook his head. “No, not here in the office. Somewhere more comfortable for her. Perhaps the Griffindor commons room, or her own room.”

“There's a no boys barrier on that door.”

Harry chuckled. “Nothing I can't handle. Anyways, I'm off to talk to her now. I want to get a detailed sketch of her attackers and any information she's able to give me.” He rose and smiled. “It's always a pleasure to see you Headmistress.”

“Oh Harry, how many times have I told you to call me Minerva?”

Harry shrugged. “Plenty of times. But I'll always see you as one of my most respected teachers.” He turned and left with a wave.

…

Sweetie Belle sat on the infirmary bed with Scootaloo and Applebloom.

“I can't believe that really happened.” She frowned as she did all she could to wipe away that annoying glitterdust. It there was still plenty stuck in her mane and tail, and her coat sort of sparkled a little here and there.

“I know. Why were they really after you?” Scootaloo asked as she lay curled up next to Applebloom.

“How am I supposed to know?” Sweetie Belle said as she tossed another glittery cloth into a small hamper filled with half a dozen more that had suffered the same fate. “But if it wasn't for the two of you, I'd be long gone by now.” She pulled the two fillies into a hug.

As they had their group hug, they became aware they were being watched. They all turned to see a stranger in black robes standing in the doorway.

“AAAAAAHHH!!!” Sweetie Belle screamed, and was joined by the other two.

The stranger wearing glasses and sporting a lightening bolt shaped scar looked confused and three fillies started panicking and randomly running around the infirmary.

Then they suddenly bolted past him and into the hall.

“Well, that's a new one...”

…

“Okay...” Harry blinked. “I was not expecting that reaction.” He turned to see the trio heading for the corner down the hall. He pulled out his wand and quickly cast a spell, the small ball of light flying fast and tagging the yellow coated pony in the tail. The spell seemed to vanish, but now he could track her wherever he went.

He started following their movements, careful to keep his distance. After about ten minutes, he noted that they'd stopped running. He tracked them to a classroom. He nudged the door open and stepped inside.

Almost instantly he felt a strange sensation wrap around him. A green glow with what looked like pretty deep blue motes or stars wrapped around him. He tried to cast a ward to block it, but it was too late.

The last thing he saw before his robes swallowed his head was the little white unicorn, her wand grasped in a green glow, and she was glaring at him.

“Oh bugger...”

He heard them rush past and out into the hall as he struggled with his robes. He'd been distracted long enough for them to escape. Turning to follow, the smirk on his lips vanished as he suddenly fell.

Harry caught himself with his hands on the floor before he could smack his face on the hard surface. He looked at his shoes and saw the laces had been tied together. “My, isn't she a resourceful one.” A flick of his wand undid the knot and retied his shoes properly. Another charm was cast to prevent any magic from effecting the laces again.

Getting to his feet, Harry followed the tracking spell once again.

This time he was lead to the girl's washroom. He sighed and knocked on the door. “Hello? Sweetie Belle? I'm a friend of Headmistress Mcgonnagals. My name is Harry Potter.”

...

No boy would dare enter a girl's washroom. It was a dangerous place for them after all.

Then came a soft knock at the door and the man spoke. “Hello? Sweetie Belle? I'm a friend of Headmistress Mcgonnagals. My name is Harry Potter.”

“H-Harry Potter?” Sweetie Belle had heard stories about Harry Potter. He was a hero. The boy who had defeated a being of such cruelty, evil and awesome power that had the entire wizarding world in fear for decades.

“Yes. I came from the Ministry of Magic to talk to you about what happened today. I'm sorry for startling you earlier.” He sounded sincere. Friendly even.

“It could be a trap.” Applebloom warned her friend, not having any idea who this Harry Potter was.

“And how does he keep finding us? I bet he cursed one of us or something.” Scootaloo added.

“I'll wait for you at the Griffindor commons room.” Harry's voice spoke through the door, then the sounds of footsteps moving away was heard.

Sweetie Belle wasn't really sure what to think. Why would the 'legendary' Harry Potter want to talk to her? All she really knew about him was that he'd attended Hogwarts years ago, and that he'd saved the whole world from the most evil and powerful being to be seen in centuries. “I-I think we can trust him. The Harry Potter I've heard about is supposed to be a good guy, and he was in the same House I'm in right now.”

Scootaloo sighed. “And how can you be sure that's really this Harry Potter you heard about?”

“He has a scar on his head shaped like a lightning bolt.”

The young Pegasus brightened up. Anyone with a lightening bolt had to be awesome. “Really? That sounds cool. Let's go meet him. What do you say Apple...”

“GHOST!!!” And there was the slamming of the washroom door hitting the wall as Applebloom ran screaming.

Myrtle giggled happily. “That never gets old.”

…

It only took Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo a few minutes to find their friend, and another few to calm her down and convince her to come back to the Griffindor's quarters.

“Are ya sure this Harry Potter is safe?” Applebloom still wasn't fully sure this was the right thing to do. “Maybe we should tell a teacher there's a stranger in the school.”

Sweetie Belle shook her head. “If he really is Harry Potter, he should have no trouble entering the Griffindor tower. Come on and let's go see him.” She took the lead and led her friends back to the place she called home for the time being.

As they entered, they found the room devoid of students, but that man from before was there, sitting in one of the chairs.

“Ah, welcome back.” He smiled. “Tea?” He gestured to a tray with four cups, a teapot, a bowl of sugar and a small container of cream.

Sweetie Belle hopped up onto the sofa and nodded. “Yes please.” She was then joined by Scootaloo and Applebloom, who also accepted cups of tea.

“So.” Harry started. “You seem to have had a little encounter with some rather unpleasant people today. I'd like you to tell me everything you can remember about them.”

Sweetie Belle tapped her chin with a hoof. “Well, the woman was tall and kinda skinny for a human. Taller than any other woman I've seen, but still shorter than Mr. Hagrid. The man was shorter than almost any other man I've seen, other than Prof Flitwick, but he was nowhere near that short. He was also kinda round.” She thought about their features. “They both had brown manes, I mean hair. I didn't pay attention to their eyes or any other features. I was a bit busy trying to get away from them.”

Applebloom held up her hoof. “They both smelled funny. Not unwashed, but funny.”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “They smelled like they drink booze. What? Berry Punch foalsat me a lot when I was younger and I got to know that smell. If it wasn't for Pinchy, I would have hated to go there.”

“Ok.” Harry smiled. “A tall and skinny woman and a short, possibly fat man, both with brown hair and seem to like to drink.” He jotted down the notes in a small note pad. “Did they try to cast any spells on any of you?”

Sweetie Belle shook her head. “I don't think so. They used some glitterdust. I've had experience with that stuff just last night, and it was not fun. The woman also tried to use a stick to throw what looked like webs at me, but it didn't look like a wand. It was too thick, and I never heard her say any words.”

Harry nodded again and added that to his notes. “So they have some simple, cheap magic items. Hmm, seen in Hogsmead, smelling of alcohol. They most likely frequent the tavern there. Thank you Sweetie Belle, Abpplebloom and Scootaloo.” Harry stood up. “I hope the next time we meet, those two will have been dealt with and we can sit down and get to know each other better.”

“I'd like that.” Sweetie Belle beamed a smile. “I've heard quite a bit about you.”

Harry chuckled. “Yea. I'm still trying to live down the fame for defeating Vold... uh, a really bad guy.”

“You mean Voldamort?” Sweetie Belle spoke up. “We learned about him in defense against the dark arts class.”

“Oh. I didn't know they taught about him now. Well, he's not around to cause trouble anymore, so you don't have to worry about it.”

Sweetie Belle nodded, then frowned. “So... he's gone, as in gone gone and not just imprisoned?”

Harry sighed. “Yea, he was killed...”

Applebloom and Scootaloo paled.

“Wait. You killed someone?” Applebloom looked horrified. “Couldn't you have just used the magic of friendship and turned him to stone or banished him to the moon or something like that?”

The young man blinked. “Turned to stone? Banished to the moon? There are no spells that can do things like that, at least not in this world. I take it there are such magics in yours?”

The three fillies all nodded.

Scootaloo bounced on the sofa, her wings buzzing. “Yea, This one bad pony, Nightmare Moon came back after a thousand years from her banishment of the moon, and the magic of friendship blasted her and got rid of all her evil and can you guess what happened next?”

Harry blinked. “What happened next?”

“She turned from Nightmare Moon back into Princess Luna, the younger sister of Princess Celestia.” Scootaloo finished. “She's really pretty.”

“I believe you.” Harry smiled oddly. “Well, that is most interesting, and I learned something new. But sadly, as much as I'd like to stay and talk, I have to look for the pair who tried to make off with you Sweetie Belle, and make sure they don't try it again.”

“You're not going to hurt them, are you?” Sweetie Belle had a concerned look on her face.

“What? No. If they're just muggles, they'll have their memories altered so they don't remember you at all. You'll be safe from them then.” Harry patted Sweetie's withers and headed for the door. “I'll try to let you know how things turn out.” He stepped out of the room and closed the door, leaving the trio of ponies alone.

“He seemed pretty nice.” Applebloom sipped at her tea, and was delighted to taste an apple spice tea. “Oh my, this is good.”

Sweetie Belle sipped at a nice vanilla tea while Scootaloo had orange peeko. Finally, as they finished, Sweetie Belle looked out the window and saw the sun was setting.

“It looks like it's time to open the portal so you can go home.” Sweetie Belle hugged Scootaloo, then Applebloom. “I hope you can both come see me again next Sunday.”

Applebloom returned the hug. “Me too. I'm really gonna miss ya Sweetie Belle.”

“Yea, it's not as much fun without you.” Scootaloo added. “Oh yea, about the cloud skimmer?”

Sweetie Belle giggled. “Ask Princess Twilight to send me the stuff to make a second one. I still have plenty of feathers, so that's ok. I just need the wood planks exactly like the last ones.”

Scootaloo nodded. “No problem. She'll be there when we return to Ponyville, so I can ask her right away. I can't wait to show Rainbow Dash my cutie mark and how I can fly with a Cloud Skimmer now.” She clopped her forehooves together.

All three headed into Sweetie Belle's room, and after a final round of hugs and nuzzles, the little Unicorn opened the mirror portal and watched her friends return home.

“I must admit,” Mcgonnagol spoke as she stood in the doorway, “it was a pleasant change of pace to have your friends come visit, despite the one incident in Hogsmead. You're not in trouble for that, so don't you worry. The passage will be sealed so it won't happen again.”

Sweetie Belle looked up at the Headmaster. “Why did they try to do that anyways? Ponynap me I mean.”

“Well, we don't really know why.” Minerva entered the room and stood by Sweetie Belle's desk. “All I do know is this. You are safe, and we'll be keeping an eye our for those two from now on.” She then knelt down to make it easier for Sweetie Belle to meet her eyes. “What I'd like to know is this. They used glitterdust on you today, and last night four of my students, that includes you, were also attacked. I get the feeling that they have an accomplice here in the school, and I feel that we're going to have to keep an eye on you to keep you safe from them.”

The filly sighed. “I guess... But why would anyone even want to ponynap me? I mean, I know about the horn and blood things, but I'm still young and my magic isn't really that impressive, say, compared to any adult Unicorn and it's nothing compared to any of the Princesses.”

Minerva didn't have the answer for that. “How about you get a good night's rest. I will look into this and try to find any clues I can.”

Sweetie Belle nodded and removed her school robes, folded them nearly and set them on the trunk at the foot of her bed. “Alright Headmistress. Thank you, and good night.”

Minerva gave Sweetie Belle a gentle pat before leaving, closing the door behind her.

As Minerva made her way back to the office, she wondered just who could it have been that has sent out those glitterdust letters. All four houses had victims after all. Sure, Slytherin was the most likely house to hold the culprit after all, but who was to say it wasn't actually a teacher? There were too many possible suspects. She knew she had to narrow down them down if she wanted to have any sort of chance to clear this mess up.

…

Monday morning.

Sweetie Belle was up, feeling a little tired from all the unexpected running around yesterday, but she was in good spirits. She'd met up with Zwei and Deuce for breakfast and were currently filling their bellies.

Sweetie Belle weirded her friends out as she devoured a cheese and veggie omelet with a side of what looked like hash browns, but they had what looked like hay mixed into it. In addition, she had a tall glass of milk she was drinking. Ok, it was the eggs that made them look at her oddly.

Deuce carefully scrutinized Sweetie Belle's food. “Why are you eating eggs? I thought you didn't eat stuff like that?”

“What do you mean?” Sweetie Belle said after sipping down some milk. “Do you mean my omelet?” She giggled. “Eggs and milk are used in all sorts of bread and baked goods. Of course we ponies eat eggs and drink milk as well. I really enjoy ice cream and milkshakes too, and my sister Rarity makes perfect fried eggs.”

“Huh.” Deuce blinked and looked at his oatmeal. “I should have asked for an omelet too. It looks great. But not those, what did you call them again?”

“Haysh Browns.”

Zwei giggled at that. “The only thing you're missing is some pony food version of bacon.”

“Eeew!” Sweetie Belle cringed. “No way am I gong to eat meat. Eggs and milk are fine because nopony or nobody was hurt. To kill something so you can eat it is just alien to most ponies... Though Pegasai are known to enjoy fish, especially the ones who live in cloud towns and cities over the seas. I have often wondered what fish tastes like. Scootaloo won't talk about it.” She huffed a little.

“Why don't you ask for a tuna sandwich to go with your lunch?” Deuce replied. “I mean, I've done a bit of reading, and did you know that equines are actually omnivores who have a preference for food they don't have to chase down to eat? I mean, there are many accounts of horses and ponies eating things like birds and mice.”

Sweetie Belle urped a little. “No way am I going to eat something that Fluttershy would consider one of her critter friends... Though she does feed the meat eating ones fish. How does she even catch those fish to begin with?” Sweetie Belle became more curious than before.

Deuce grinned. “So, you're gonna try that tuna sandwich for lunch?”

Sweetie Belle shook her head. “I don't know. I don't think so. I'll stick with what I'm familiar with.”

Zwei punched her brother's shoulder lightly. “Don't try to make her eat things she's not comfortable with, ok?”

“Like how I got you to try pudding and now you love it?” Deuce grinned.

Zwei punched Deuce again.

“Ouch. What?”

“No tuna for Sweetie Belle unless she asks for it on her own terms, ok?”

“Fine, fine.” Deuce rubbed his slightly aching shoulder.

With that, they made short work of their breakfast. Still, Sweetie Belle was curious about fish. She decided to write a letter and use her Jade candle to send it to Princess Twilight later on. She had to know more about why Pegasai liked fish.

Classes seemed to drag on slowly, with lots of note taking and reading, and yet no actual learning of spells.

Finally in Charms class, she was called up to the front of the class to talk about just how Unicorns were able to use their magic.

Taking all she'd learned from Princess Twilight, Rarity and from her spellbook she'd received from said Princess, she spoke at length and demonstrated with and without her wand.

She's noticed that with the wand, she could lift easily twice as much as without. She figured it had to do with Princess Luna's magic and some of her horn being in the wand.

Some of the students tried figuring out how to use this Magic from the Heart, and to the surprise of all, a few students were able to make their target feathers actually float, each wrapped in a visible aura of magic, and each in different colors. They still needed their wands as a focus, as they lacked horns, but it was a great breakthrough.

Even Prof. Flitwick was able to make a feather float with this magic. It felt so strange, but warm and comforting compared to the force of will and bending of arcane energies that wizarding magic required. Sure, the heart magic seemed not as strong, but he attributed that to a lack of familiarity with this new form of magic.

Zwei and Deuce were among those who were able to make their feathers float, and after a few minutes, Sweetie Belle came to an interesting conclusion. “Each of you who were able to make their feathers float, I noticed something. You're in this class with a friend or friends.”

This made the magic of friendship seem all the more real to the filly. “And those of you who couldn't don't have your friends here to back you up and encourage you.”

Flitwick beamed and stepped up next to Sweetie Belle. “Let us test this out. All of you who couldn't float a feather, try to make friends who can encourage you. I don't expect it to work instantly, but who knows.”

Those without friends in the class partnered up with others who were in the same situation, and even some joined the existing groups of friends. The rest of the class was spent chatting among themselves, getting to know each other and to everyone's surprise, a few who hit it off instantly were indeed able to use the magic from their hearts to float their feathers.

Sweetie Belle was pulled into a hug by Zwei and Deuce. “You'd make an awesome teacher, you know that?” She simply blushed in response.

This was a wonderful day indeed.

…

He sat and watched as his fellow students grouped together and 'made friends'. Phineas looked down at his feather, then at Sweetie Belle. He already knew a spell to make it float, so what was so great about her form of magic? It made no sense to him at all.

The girl who sat with him just chatted and talked away while he had hardly said anything. While she talked a lot, the boy heard little of anything she said. She was just annoying.

Class was not over soon enough for Phineas, and the moment it was, he got up and left.

“Lame. Magic of Friendship. What manner of garbage is that?” He muttered as he made his way back to the Slytherin Quarters down in the dungeons.

As he entered, he saw a few of his housemates displaying what they'd learned in charms class with their fellow Slytherins.

“Hey Phineas, isn't this cool? Look, I'm not even using a wand.” It was Fray talking, and she was making a whole book float, without a wand. The book was wrapped in a soft orange glow.

“Whatever.” He grumbled. (She's making a book float? I can't float a book that thick with my wand and a proper spell...) He thought to himself. (And Fray is doing it without a wand? What's her secret?)

He then looked at the group of seven Slytherin cheering her on. (Can making friends really make your magic stronger?) The boy spun and stormed out of the commons room. He didn't want to make friends with mudbloods or most of those who were barely purebloods. He wanted power, and friends were not in his plans.

Phineas Malphoy was starting to doubt himself now...

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

PM mistakes to me, and I'll get to them asap.

My editor is too busy with work to help me out right now. I just hope I didn't mess up too much.

Next chapter... Nightmare Night?

Chapter Fifteen

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
15

It had arrived.

One of Sweetie Belle's favorite times of the year.

Nightmare Night, or at least this world's version of it.

Costumes, candy, decorations.

Sweetie Belle had the perfect costume in mind, one that would merge Nightmare Night and the human's All Hallows' Eve perfectly.

She checked over the components for her costume and smiled.

Coat and mane dye. Sparkles (no, not that annoying glitterdust). A little magic. Contact lenses. Fake wings. Fake fangs. Armor.

She levitated her wand and used a merging of Unicorn levitation with the Wingardium charm to bring everything over to her and carefully applied it all.

Sure, she was still her normal size, but as she looked into the mirror, she watched herself 'transform' into Nightmare Moon. Ok, a pint sized Nightmare Moon, but it was the Mare in the Moon nonetheless.

“Okay. Nobody here will really know who this is, but I can tell them if they ask.” She grinned and popped the fangs into place. “And perfect.” She giggled in delight.

Turning around, she examined herself from every angle, seeing virtually every detail was in place.

“This is going to be so much fun.” The filly offered herself a sharp toothed grin.

With that last check, Nightmare Sweetie Belle Moon turned to make a few last moment touches to her costume.

She didn't, however, notice that her reflection remained in the mirror, a grin on its face and a deep blue glow about its horn...

...

The miniature Nightmare Moon peeked into the main hall, a grin on her lips. Oh the pranks she was planning. She somehow slipped into the room unseen and took position under a table. She watched for any and all moments where she could have fun.

Then she spotted her first victim.

A man in black robes, with black hair. He looked kinda creepy, truth be told. He was reaching for one of the small cooked birds. A slight flicker of her magic, and she cast a spell on said piece of food.

Rettimus Snape had been intending on enjoying a Cornish game hen when it up and started moving. He eyed it for a moment, a moment right before it jumped at his face, suddenly sporting a maw in the center of its chest.

It latched onto his nose and started nomming away.

The girlish scream filled the hall as the teacher tumbled backward onto his rump and scrambled away after swatting the very hostile piece of food off his face.

Everybody stared at the teacher, then at the rather not offensive piece of food that now lay wasted on the floor.

Rettimus rose to his feet. “Alright, who did that? Who cast the spell that made that morsel of food attack my face?” He glared at all the students, delicious grease dripping off his face from the sudden assault.

Rather than seeing any guilty faces, every single student was attempting to repress a serious fit of the giggles, with many failing miserably. There were even more than a few teachers in the same boat.

Rettimus glared one last time at everyone, then cracked a grin before laughing as well. “Okay, I admit, that was a good trick.” Though he would rather have enjoyed the treat of devouring said food.

One of the Hufflepuff students, dressed up in a cute, fluffy, pink pony outfit came over with a plate, which to the teacher's delight, held another cornish game hen.

“Thank you.” He smirked, still chuckling and went to take his seat.

Still in hiding, the tiny Nightmare Moon grinned wide, and moved about, still unseen, looking for more 'prey'.

Again she spotted a prime target. A young boy who was dressed up as a mummy, wrapped up in bandages. A slight flicker of her magic, and the bandages suddenly started swelling up like a balloon.

His instant reaction was to panic. He tried to pull out his wand which he'd had hidden in the forearm wrappings, but the swelling made pulling it out impossible.

Valery Blackwood was over there in a flash. “Hold still, I'll deflate your costume.” She pulled out her wand and cast a counter spell.

POP!

The entire costume, rather than returning to normal, simply popped like a balloon which had an unfortunate encounter with a pin.

This resulted in said boy standing in the middle of the hall, wearing nothing but the scrapped remains of his costume, shoes and boxer shorts. Needless to say, he dove under a table and hid under the tablecloth.

Nightmare Moon blushed, then suppressed her giggles. She'd not been intending on THAT little outcome, but it had been hilarious, to her at least.

She resumed her stalking, then spotted a green skinned girl, with a long crooked nose, warts, and best of all, she was wearing black robes and a black magician's hat. One could never say the Wicked Witch of the West was anywhere near friendly looking, though the girl was being friendly with her friends.

Nightmare Moon thought for a moment, then grinned. She cast her spell, and instantly, the girl became invisible. Just the girl, not her outfit, and certainly not the punch she was currently drinking.

Needless to say, there was much confusion on what exactly was going on there.

The tiny pony pressed on, releasing pranks here and there, not really caring who exactly it was she pranked.

Nobody got harmed, but there was certainly a lot of confusion.

By prank number eight, Headmistress Mcgonnagal stepped into the middle of the hall and lifted her wand. She cast a spell, and at first nothing happened.

Then she felt it. Nightmare Moon gasped as she was lifted out of hiding and suspended in the air for all to see.

“Sweetie Belle.” Minerva looked rather displeased. “It was you who was pranking everyone?”

“Oh yes, it was I, but you are wrong as to who I am.” The filly grinned as her mane suddenly started moving, flowing like a dark blue field filled with stars.

The mane and tail wrapped the small pony completely, then grew in size, larger and larger till even Minerva was looking up at it.

Then it unveiled the mare within, standing as tall as any of the adults, pitch black of coat, draconic eyes watching all those around her. A horn long and sharper than a dagger, and teeth to match.

“I am Nightmare Moon, and I shall-”

“Princess Luna!” A tiny and utterly cute voice called out, sounding a little miffed. All eyes turned to see... another miniature Nightmare Moon, but this one possessed Sweetie Belle's voice. “Why did you lock me in my room? It took me nearly an hour to get out.”

Princess Luna blinked, looked down as Sweetie Belle approached with her adorable angry face, cheeks puffed out, the whole nine yards. “Ah, Sweetie Belle, tis good to see that you have arrived to the festivities. We could not resist the temptation to pull some pranks.”

Sweetie Belle stomped a tiny hoof on the floor. “That's not a nice thing to do.”

Minerva was quite confused, but was also proud of Sweetie Belle.

“Leaving me out of the pranking. The fun would have been doubled if we had both been here.”

And that pride hung its head and went to sit in the corner. “What exactly is going on here?” Minerva demanded.

Nightmare Moon's form wavered, shrunk, and revealed the dark blue coated Princess Luna. “Forgive us. We have heard about your celebration of All Hallows Eve, and it stuck a distinct resemblance to our own Nightmare Night, a celebration created in my own dark name.”

Minerva blinked, then looked at the tiny version of Nightmare Moon, suddenly realizing the significance of her costume. “Do you mean to say you are, in essence, the very spirit of your holiday?”

“Indeed.” Luna beamed with pride. “Although it is tomorrow night in Equestria.”

Minerva sighed, and then addressed the room, a smile spreading across her face. “Tonight, we are blessed with a visit from Princess Luna of Equestria. Please be on your best behavior.”

Luna winked at Sweetie Belle, then wrapped the both of them in her magical mane. Moments later, they were both standing there, looking identical to each other as miniature versions of Nightmare Moon, both with natural looking wings and flowing magical manes and tails.

The rest of the evening was enjoyed by all, and included a few more fun pranks from students, royalty, and even a few teachers.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

My appologies for the massively long delay. Been distracted by art commissions, a few new games, and my RL job.

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...

Author's Note

Princess Sweetie Belle?

Well come on now, you KNOW I'm not gonna just keep her like that. Sheesh. Put away the pitchforks and torches.

Phineas on the other hoof... It seems even the powerful magic of the protective barrier couldn't change him back to normal. Let's see how he enjoys not wearing pants for a while.

Thanks to Refferee for taking the time to PM me quite a few little spelling errors.

Chapter Seventeen

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
17

In a small tavern, located in a small village not too far from a not so small school sat a short and chunky man. He smelled of old cheese and ale, and no small amount of body odor.

Currently, the man, who we know as Crunk Burger, had his head resting in his arms, and was lightly thumping said head on the table.

“Why'd she have to get dragged off to Azkaban? We're not wizards, so why the wizard's prison? I'm too stupid to be able to pull off anything on my own.” He reached over and felt around for his mug, which he found exactly where he'd left it. He pulled it over, lifted his head to take a drink, and found the mug distressingly short on booze, and containing far too much paper.

Paper?

Crunk plucked it from the mug and unfolded it before reading.

“Upcoming chance to capture the Unicorn from Hogwarts. She will be out of the protective barrier this afternoon, over towards the edge of the Dark Forest where it meets the school grounds. Do not screw this up.” Of course, it was not signed. These notes never were, but he still knew exactly who it was.

Crunk heard the distinct sound of a cash register and was sporting a pair of Galleons in his eyes. Okay, not really, but he most certainly was imagining all the gold he would be swimming in when he pulled this off.

Heck, he might even be nice and pay off Venellope's bail, after getting drunker than she ever let him for at least a few days in a row.

…

Saturday had been an interesting occurrence, especially that night.

First off, for the day, she spent the rest of flying class using her own wings. After that, she spent the rest of the say repairing and restoring the Cloud Skimmer.

Finally, after the sun had set, three Pony Princesses had come to see her. Celestia, Luna and, of course, Twilight. I took only a few spells to diagnose what had happened to the filly. Somehow, she had tapped into the wand's special power to enter and manipulate dreams, as well as its proximity to Princess Luna herself, and had pulled FAR more magic than it could contain.

That magic was channeled into the only available source at that time, that being Sweetie Belle.

All she had to do was expend that additional magic and she'd return to normal. The only spell she knew that used up a tremendous amount of magic was that pony transformation spell, which was the exact magic the mirror used to change humans into ponies and then back into humans. Oddly, that spell had no effect on true ponies whatsoever.

So Sweetie Belle had needed some volunteers.

Berty and Janna made cute Earth Pony versions of themselves. Mary, quite surprisingly became a Unicorn. Then again, she was quite talented with witchcraft and magic in general. It took changing all three into ponies and back into humans to finally burn off all her excess levels of magic.

Princess Luna then took precautions and added a little extra magic to the wand to ensure this didn't accidentally happen again.

Sweetie Belle took careful note that Princess Luna had said 'accidentally'. Could she somehow willingly activate that kind of magic and transform at will? She kept that theory to herself. It would be a heck of a surprise to everyone and everypony when she demonstrated the power to transform to and from Alicorn form at will.

Assuming she could figure that trick out in the first place.

Oh, and she conveniently forgot to mention what she'd done to a certain mean boy... She just hoped that the spell itself would run its course over the usual three days that many such transformation spells lasted.

Sunday had been spent in self study. Mainly concerning the wand.

Sweetie Belle had carefully examined and researched the magic Princess Luna had used to bind the wand, and much to her dismay, by dinner time, she'd not made much headway. She spent the rest of the day mingling with her friends and house mates, as well as finishing off her homework.

Then came Monday.

Prof. Blackwood led her class outside to the grounds overlooking the dark forest. She glanced over at Sweetie Belle, who was currently in Zwei's arms, and the currently ponified Phineas Malphoy, who was currently being hugged by Fray, a fellow Slytherin.

He tried to make it look like he wasn't pleased about his situation, but rumors stated that on Sunday he'd been freaking out, then yesterday he'd been seen flying all over the place outside the school, but still within the barrier, and looking like he was actually enjoying himself.

Now today he had a sourpuss look on his lips, but a twinkle in his eye as he was cradled to Frey's chest.

Valery sighed. “Now, normally we would have today's lesson in the classroom, but somehow the Jarvey that was to be used in the lesson had gotten loose, and the only nearby place to catch the small ferret-like creature was in the Dark Forest itself.

The woman smiled as she saw a friendly giant waiting down by the edge of the forest. “We will be having Prof. Hagrid coming along with us today. Normally I wouldn't dream of bringing you here into the forest, but we don't really need to go that far in, and sadly we'll be needing numbers to corner the Jarvey, as we lack any gnomes to lure them out. We need at least one for the next few lessons.”

“Each of you will be in teams of three, and please, stay within earshot of the rest of us, in case you encounter something that tries to eat you, or worse.”

“What's worse than being eaten?” A girl just HAD to ask.

“Thars things in there tha' got nasty claws an teeth. Ya dun wanna be runnin into them. Keep together and stay safe."

Sweetie Belle, currently in Zwei's arms, and Deuce stayed together as the class entered the forest.

“This isn't anywhere as scary as the Everfree Forest.” Sweetie Belle looked around. “It sorta reminds me of the Whitetail Woods. We've gone camping and hiking there a few times.”

Hagrid chuckled. “Well, these here woods ain't a place to go wanderin' about on yer own. There's scary things in here, like werewolves and acromantula in there. If ya start seein lots ah spiders, head back the way ya came.”

All the students nodded and started the search for a small ferret creature that could actually speak English, with all the charm of a rude, drunken Irishman. Yup, Jarvey were always rude, even when trying to be polite.

…

Crunk watched from the safety of his cloak of invisibility. It was old and only hid his upper half when standing, so he had to kneel down to remain unseen.

Spotting a girl carrying a lightly colored pony, teamed up with a boy, he grinned and carefully followed them. All he had to do was throw the glitterdust into all their faces and the pony would be his to sell for his weight in gold.

For nearly half an hour, he followed, making use of the trees and bushes to keep his lower half hidden. The dim light made it hard to make out a lot of details, but that pony was easy to see. He'd seen her before, with her light colored coat and hair.

Finally they came close to where he was hiding. He readied a handful of dust and as the trio came around the tree, he struck, throwing the glitterdust into their faces and pushing them down to the ground.

Before any of them could recover from the attack, he sacked the pony and made a break for it under partial invisibility.

…

The screams were heard by all the students and both teachers. Everyone rushed to the location and found a pair of quite sparkly students.

“Fray Brooks? Ricky Larker?” Prof. Blackwood came over. “What happened? Where is Phineas?”

“I don't know.” Ricky had been lucky, having avoided breathing in any of that confounded stuff. Frey on the other hand, she'd be needing another glitterdust related trip to see Madam Pomfrey. “Something came out of nowhere. It looked like nothing more than a pair of legs, like someone'd been cut in half at the waist and lost the upper half.”

Sweetie Belle narrowed her eyes. “Glitterdust, just like when those two bad people tried to ponynap me. Wait, maybe it was them again and they took Phineas this time.”

Deuce rolled his eyes. “No real loss.”

The filly shook her head. “No. He may be a Slytherin and a mean boy, but he's still one of us students.” Sweetie Belle pointed a hoof at a trail of glitter on the ground and some bushes. “And they left us a trail.”

Hagrid stepped in the way. “Ain't no way I'm lettin ya go after them, not in this place. Ah'll track this guttersnipe down and bring the Malfoy boy back, even if he is a pony right now.”

Valery nodded. “Everyone back to the school grounds, back inside the barrier. We need to get Larker and Brooks to the infirmary and I need to get some teachers together to form a search and rescue party.” She looked over her students. “And none of you are to attempt to rescue Phineas yourselves. You stay at Hogwarts.”

…

Crunk had left a false glitter trail to throw anyone off track. He wasn't the smartest around, but he'd somehow managed to be able to stay out of jail.

He entered a small shack and set down the sack. He had to see the pony, just to make certain. Last time there had been that orange/purple and that yellow/red ones.

Carefully, he opened the sack enough to let him look in.

A hoof came out and connected with his jaw, staggering him. He growled and reached for the sack, but the contents jumped out.

Crunk looked around in confusion. Where had that Unicorn gone? It should have landed somewhere on the floor.

The sound of flapping came to his ears all of a sudden.

That Unicorn didn't have wings, did it? Looking up, he saw a pony with wings and no horn hovering up near the ceiling. Somehow stuck to its hoof was a wand.

“Bugger...” He muttered before the pony cast a spell at him.

“Stupify!” Phineas cast his spell and instantly the chunky man went down. “Kidnap me will you? I don't think so.” He looked around and spotted the open window. He flew out and looked around. He could see the school in the distance, and the dark forest off too the side. In the other direction he could see Hogsmead. “And back to school. Hmm, I get that moron was after Sweetie Belle but grabbed me by mistake. He certainly looked surprised to see me.”

With that, he flew back to the school.

…

“Hey, is that Phineas?” Deuce pointed up into the sky.

The whole class, minus the pair who had to go to the infirmary, had decided to wait near Hagrid's hut.

They all turned to see a smug looking colt land a few yards away.

“Phineas? You're safe!” Sweetie Belle rushed to him and nuzzled the suddenly embarrassed colt. “How did you get away?”

Still blushing from the soft, fluffy and warm filly, Phineas looked away. “The idiot opened the sack. My wings got in the way of that glitterdust, so I didn't breathe any in or get any in my eyes. The moment I was free, I hit him with a quick stupify spell and came back here. It was too easy.”

“You should tell the teachers where he is.” A Hufflepuff boy suggested, pointing at the now approaching teachers.

Phineas nodded. “He tried to ponynap... er, kidnap me.” He scowled. “I can't believe I just said that.” He then flew to the teachers and started telling them about where he'd left the man. They had him escort them.

“Wow...” Deuce blinked. “This sorta makes Malfoy sorta a hero for catching a kidnapper. I don't like it.”

“He was so cute when he used pony terminology.” Zewi giggled, and was joined by the rest of the class. They'd never let him live that down.

…

Crunk Burger was hauled off to join his partner in Azkaban. Kidnapping was bad enough as it were, but kidnapping a student of Hogwarts? A young witch or wizard in training? No way would the Ministry of Magic allow such a thing go.

The man would be spending many, many years in prison along with his partner.

Oddly, the whole thing somehow avoided appearing in the newspapers. In fact, the Ministry and Hogwarts kept the whole incident under wraps.

Phineas had been hoping to get a chance to bask in the limelight, bringing a positive light back to his family, considering what had happened those many years ago.

But as he thought about why they were not letting this go to the news, he looked at his hoof.

Yea, Phineas Malfoy definitely didn't want anyone outside the school knowing what had happened to him.

Then again, the spell should be wearing off sometime today anyways, or so he had been told by the strange purple pony who sported a horn, wings and a crown. He wasn't about to try to argue with royalty, even if it was pony royalty.

Sweetie Belle was a filly with wings and horn at the time she'd blasted him. Those other three were most certainly a lot older, and by his reckoning, most likely a LOT more powerful.

The colt sat and sighed. He thought about how happy Sweetie Belle had looked when he'd come back. She'd even did that pony nuzzle thing. Was that the equivalent of a human hug or something? He wasn't too sure, and once this spell ran out, he wouldn't have to care.

So he waited.

And waited.

And started to get really worries as he waited even more.

Still he remained as a pony.

Okay, he actually enjoyed being able to fly without a broom. It was really fun and he felt so free.

But enough was enough. He didn't want his family knowing what had happened to him. He'd NEVER live it down.

But oh, the Fates were fickle bitches...

“Phineas my son?” A most familiar voice sounded out.

The colt stiffened, then slowly turned his head to see his mother. “Uh... nopony here but us ponies...”

“I know that voice and that hair anywhere.” Astoria Malfoy knelt down and scooped him into her arms. “This must have been horrible for you. Trapped in such a small, adorable form.” She snuggled the poor colt.

From his position in his mother's arms, he saw two men who he had NEVER wanted to see him like this. His father, Draco, and a hundred times as worse, Phineas' older brother Scorpius. “Ponyfeathers...”

Draco had, oddly, a highly amused look on his face.

Scorpius on the other hand...

He was rolling on the ground laughing and not caring if he made an ass of himself.

Yea...

Today was not going to be remembered as one of Phineas' favorite days ever...

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

Once again, I send out a big thank you to Refferee for PMing me a list of spelling errors my spellcheck and my brain failed to spot.

To quote Refferee; "Ponynapping is serious business, because when you start napping with ponies, you get the fuzzies."

Chapter Eighteen

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
18

Phineas Malfoy, the youngest son of Draco and Astoria and 'baby brother' to Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.

Phineas hated that his brother was only two years older, but had proven to be such a genius in magic that he'd graduated from Hogwarts just last year at the age of thirteen. Sure, despite having graduated, he'd still have to come back in later years to take certain tests and to learn such things as aparating because of age restrictions, but the older boy couldn't care less.

The younger Malfoy was often teased and bullied by his brother, and more often than he liked, the butt of his jokes. Some honestly funny, some bordering on malicious and cruel.

And now he was a tiny and totally adorable, fluffy pony with amazing little wings that could let him fly faster and with greater agility than even the best flying broom. But it was not his awesome wings that his brother was focusing his attention on.

“Would you like some hay?” Scorpius waved a handful of grass and shoved it in Phineas' face.

Said younger brother let out a growl that an angry wolf would have been proud of, a sound he'd never been able to make before in his life. “Scorpius, stop it.”

Scorpius hadn't been expecting an equine creature to create such a sound and pulled his hand back. He knew well enough that quite a few small and harmless looking creatures could actually be really dangerous, and right now his brother was an unknown.

“You know what Bro, I think I like you like this. You should be able to get a girl's attention now.” He laughed at his younger sibling's expense.

There was not really anything he could do to his brother that the older boy couldn't counter.

Or was there?

“I don't need to take this from you. I am out of here.” Phineas spread his wings and tried to fly off, but Scorpius grabbed his tail and pulled him back down, after nearly being lifted clean off the ground by the surprisingly strong little wings.

“You're not going anywhere little brother. Mother and Father are discussing the situation with the Headmistress right now. Hmm, maybe I can cast a spell and change you back to your normal self. I think you'd look cute with a tail and those little wings.” A cruel grin crossed Scorpius' lips as his face darkened.

“As if a moral kid like you can undo something that an immortal goddess did to me.” Phineas frowned, then pondered why he'd just called Sweetie Belle an immortal goddess. She was once again her little unicorn self.

Now only if she could have blasted Scorpius as well, that would have totally made this situation so much better.

Speaking of Sweetie Belle, Phineas spotted her emerging from the Headmistress's office, her head hanging and she looked a little sad for some reason. “Sweetie Belle! Over here.”

The filly looked up and around, and looked a little shocked to see Phineas. “Oh, um, hello Phineas.” She approached and looked up at the colt's older brother.

Scorpius couldn't help but tease his brother. “Oh, got yourself a girlfriend I see? She suits you.”

The Unicorn looked up at the human. “Sorry, and who are you?” She blushed a little, but ignored his comment.

“Me? I'm the boy wizard genius, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, and Phineas' big brother.” He tried to look as arrogant and proud as possible.

Sweetie Belle looked at the colt, who almost had a pleading look on his face, like he was asking for help. The filly caught on almost right away. “Oh, so nobody important. Gotcha. Say Phin, wanna go get something to eat? I heard the kitchen staff made us a special cheese cake.”

Phineas, this he had to admit, while initially sceptical about pony food, had taken quite a liking to it.

Ok, maybe not alfalfa, but oddly fresh hay was quite tasty, and the smell of meat very unpleasant. He found thinking about chowing down on a steak or burger oddly disgusting.

Oh yes, and cheese cake, something he'd seen Sweetie Belle enjoying often, the smell was heavenly and right now his mouth was salivating at the idea he might get the chance to enjoy some for once. “Sure, anything to get out of here.”

“You're not going anywhere Brother.” Scorpius looked dead serious as he blocked their path.

Sweetie Belle looked up at the boy. “I'm sorry, I invited Phin, not you.” Her horn lit up, wrapping around the colt and herself, and she employed a spell she'd learned while an Alicorn.

With a flash of green light, the pair of ponies vanished before a VERY shocked looking Scorpius. “What the WHAT? Aparation from a first year? Why wasn't it blocked? Seriously? What the fricking WHAT?”

Had he known that the pair had only 'winked' around the corner, which sadly was the furthest that Sweetie Belle could teleport with a passanger, he would have had to laugh.

Sweetie Belle staggered, smoking slightly from the exertion of the spell.

Phineas was also somewhat dazed, but the pair quickly recovered and made their escape to the great hall. Cheesecake was awaiting them.

“How can you aparate while you're so young? And I thought that the school was protected from teleporting spells.” Phineas asked Sweetie Belle, honestly curious and not feeling like being a jerk toward her for once.

“Well, the principals of aparating and winking are two completely different things. Aparating transports you at a high speed from one location to another, while winking literally make you no longer exist at your original location and exist at your new one.”

“Winking?” Phineas raised an eyebrow. “That sounds... cute.”

Sweetie Belle giggled. “Well, there's also Teleportation. That's also completely different from Winking. Teleportaion opens a portal from one location to another which can be used as a two way means of transportation.” Sweetie Belle spoke in an 'official tone' as she recited what she'd learned from all her books on the matter.

“Also, only Unicorns can initiate a Wink.” She smiled at the colt. “So, do you think we could try to be friends? There's no reason for us to dislike each other.”

Phineas snorted. “Really? You turned me into a pony. I mean, a typical transmogrification spell is easy to undo, but whatever you did to me, even the school's barrier couldn't undo it. And by my figuring, this spell should have already run out and I should be myself again.”

“Come on Phin, being a pony isn't bad. I've seen you flying around and you look really happy.” Sweetie Belle smiled.

The boy turned colt winced at the sheer adorableness of the filly. “And why are you calling me Phin?”

“Phin makes you sound more friendly than Phineas.”

“Phin... Alright, fine. You can call me Phin.” He blushed a little. He'd never had a non-insulting nickname before.

“Although Phin isn't a very pony sounding name.” Sweetie Belle tapped her hoof too her chin.

“Sweetie Belle, no. Phin is good enough. I don't want to have some silly name like Feather Duster or something like that.” He grunted as he pressed on toward the cheesecake.

The filly giggled and trotted along beside the colt who could be a new friend.

…

Phin flopped flat onto his back and rubbed his belly. “Oh wow. That cheesecake was the best. Are you serious when you say that cakes and other such goodies are actually a normal part of pony diet? Till now I've been sticking to mostly salads, hay fries and hay burgers. Good grief, why do I like hay?”

Sweetie Belle giggled. It was such a cute sound. Phineas had to wonder why he had been such a jerk to her before when she'd never done anything back to him.

“Silly, we're ponies. Think of it like this. Baked good are to ponies as meat is to humans. Do you understand now?”

“Huh, that oddly makes sense.” Phineas sat back up and looked at his empty plate. “But I've also seen you eating omelets and fried eggs for breakfast on occasion. How do you explain that?”

“Oh, that's simple. Eggs are used in making baked goods, along with milk. It's not unusual for ponies to enjoy milk, ice cream, cheese, eggs and foods like that. Heck, as a Pegasus pony, I wouldn't be surprised if you've been craving fish.”

“Why would I crave... actually now that you mention it, I have been craving it.” Phineas looked confused. “But I thought ponies didn't eat meat.”

“I think I've explained this already, but seeing as you actually are a Pegasus right now, I'll tell you what I learned from school and Scootaloo. The original Pegasus nation, known as Vaporia, has always existed over the Antelertic Ocean. As such, Pegasi evolved to be able to eat whatever was available. Kelp and other seaweeds, fish, birds. To the north, the nearest land was the Amanezon, a really scary jungle, so there wasn't a lot of room to grow fields of hay or orchards of fruit. As such, the jungle proviced fruit, nuts and more, but with how large Vaporia is, many of the Pegasi have never actually seen solid land.”

“Hold on a moment.” Phineas looked good and confused. “What do the Pegasi do? Are they flying all the time? Do they use hot air balloons or some other means of staying in the sky? Or do they live on boats?”

Sweetie Belle blinked, then remembered that Phineas was human, and not actually a cute pegasus colt. “Oh right. Um, Pegasi can walk on clouds, and control the weather, move clouds, and even shape them. I enjoy watching Rainbow Dash and the rest of the weather team working on the weather, especially when making warm sunny days.” She beamed a smile.

“Hold on a sec. Walk on clouds? Control the weather? That's impossible. The amount of magic required to pull off something like that even on a small scale or for a short while, I can't even figure out how many witches or wizards would be needed.”

“Um, it's just the norm for Pegasi. Like how I can levitate things with my magic with as much difficulty as a simple thought. Ok, sure, I'm limited to maybe fifteen or twenty pounds, and anything beyond that requires increased concentration. Earth Ponies, now they're amazing. Strong, fast, tough. But they're so much more than that. They can do things with plants and rocks that most Unicorns and Pegasi could never be able to do.”

“Ok, so, if I were to fly up into the sky, I could land on a cloud and walk around. I could even shape it if I wanted?”

Sweetie Belle nodded.

“Huh. I gotta test this out...” He then hung his head. “I'm sorry I broke your board thing.”

Sweetie Belle's smile didn't fade. “I was able to fix it. I still had plenty of Pegasi feathers left over from when I first made it.”

“Oh, that's good to hear.” Phineas felt oddly relieved. Normally he couldn't have cared less for Sweetie Belle. “So, wanna see if I really can walk on clouds?”

“You betcha.”

…

Scorpius FINALLY caught up to his brother and that annoying little pony, only to be blown away as he watched the pair fly off from the courtyard. Phineas under the power of his own wings, and the Unicorn making use of a rather ingenious board object that let her stand and move freely.

“Oh come on... seriously? Fine. Accio Dragon Bolt.” He cast his spell and waited for less than a minute. Then his custom made flying broom arrived. He jumped on and took off in the direction the pair of ponies had gone.

…

Phineas hadn't actually flown up this high before, and was a little nervous at first.

But the sight that he beheld was amazing as he actually landed on a cloud for the first time and didn't fall through like he'd been expecting.

“I never thought I'd admit this, but ponies are amazing.” The colt smiled over at Sweetie Belle, and gasped in shock as he watched her hop off her board and land on the cloud. “S-Sweetie Belle? You never said Unicorns can walk on clouds too. I kinda feel cheated.”

Sweetie Belle wobbled a little, not used to the soft springiness and odd texture of the clouds. “I used a spell that lets others walk on clouds. You don't need that spell. I can't move or shape clouds, but you can.”

Curious now, Phineas lifted a chunk of the cloud with his hoof, something that should have been nearly impossible to do without the use of spells. “This is weird. So I can do all this stuff naturally, right?”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “I sometimes wished I was a Pegasus before I learned how to use my magic. Now I wouldn't give it up for anything.”

“Heh. Yea, well, I can use my wand to cast spells, and I have these amazing Pegasus powers.” He chuckled. “Okay, normal Pegasus abilities, but still, here on Earth, such things are amazing, even in the wizarding world.”

The filly could only nod. She opened her mouth to speak, but gasped and looked past her new friend. “Scorpius?”

Spinning around, Phineas saw his brother, sitting on his broom. “Oh come on Scorpius. Why can't you just leave me alone.”

“No can do little Brother. I'm taking you back so we can get you turned back to your real self. Seeing you like this, as a filthy little barnyard animal is an affront to EVERYTHING the Malfoy family stands for.” He pulled out his wand, ready to cast a spell.

However, Scorpius had been expecting his brother to run or try to cast a spell. Instead, this is what he got.

“How DARE you.” Sweetie Belle stomped up to the much larger boy and glared into his eyes. “Phin may have been a jerk in the past, but he's a good person. It doesn't matter if he's human or pony at the moment. I am happy to call him a friend.”

Phineas stood next to Sweetie Belle. “Why don't you just go back and wait for Mother and Father to conclude their meeting with Headmistress Mcgonnagal.”

Scorpius recovered quickly. “Sorry, didn't catch that over the braying of your little donkey friend.” He scoffed.

Phineas saw red and was about to attack when Sweetie Belle burst out into giggles.

“What?” Scorpius looked confused. “Why are you laughing? STOP LAUGHING!”

Sweetie Belle wiped a tear from her eyes. “Sorry, but I've never brayed before. I've whinnied though.” She let out a soft little whinny to demonstrate. “You need to learn the differences between the types of ponies there are, as well as horses, zebras, donkeys, hippogriffs and all that. It would make you look less uneducated.”

“Un-uneducated?” Oh, while Scorpius had been annoyed before, he was actually angry now. “I'll have you know, you stupid little animal, that I have already graduated from Hogwarts.”

Sweetie Belle didn't look offended, rather, she frowned a little. “You mean you spent all your time studying and made no time to make friends? Why would you do that? Learning how to make friends is an important life skill. Just as Princess Twilight Sparkle told me; Friendship is Magic.”

Phineas blinked. “Friendship is magic...” It was odd. When he'd been mean and spiteful of the pony, his life here at school had not been all that pleasant. Since he'd become a pony, in the same hoofshoes so to speak, he'd stopped acting like a jerk all the time, and had actually found that some of his fellow student body were actually better people than he'd given them credit for.

Heck, Frey and he had actually started talking... along with her taking a liking to carrying him around like he was a plushie of some sort.

Scorpius glared harder than before and pointed his wand at the pair. “I'm going to curse you both so bad.” A flash from his wand struck the pair, sending their world into darkness. “Let's see how you enjoy your time as a pony now, Little Brother.” He then flew off, leaving the heavily dazed pair standing there on the cloud.

The little Unicorn was the first to shake off the daze. “What was that? Sweetie Belle? Are you... o..kay?” Her hoof came to 'her' mouth, and 'her' eyes had gone wide.

"Oh ponyfeathers..."

Phineas was no longer a Pegasus colt...

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

And the new antagonist has appeared. Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. What a big meany, picking on his little brother like that.

Body Swap magic? And just when Phineas was getting used to being a Pegasus colt, now he's going to have to deal with being a bundle of pure, concentrated cute.

Oh yea, and he's now a little filly...

Chapter Nineteen

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
19

Scorpius sat outside the office, scowling angrily at anyone who dared come within his line of sight.

His own brother, the little idiot, had been turned into a damn pony. Initially, he'd thought it was hilarious, but it looked like Phineas was ENJOYING being a beast of burden.

So, if he liked it so much, then Scorpius had made sure to make it all the more interesting.

He'd cast a rather potent mind swap spell on those two ponies. Luckily, the spell only works on beings of the same species, meaning a human could swap minds with another human, but couldn't swap minds with, say, a dragon, or a pony (normally).

Seeing Phineas like that had pissed him off so much that he'd gone and cast that spell. He actually hoped it had failed. If it worked, then that meant that his brother was truly a pony now, and not simply under some simple transmogrification spell.

But then, there's no way that the little Unicorn could cast a powerful metamorphosis spell, right? Besides, the barrier around the school would undo even that with ease.

Or rather, it should be able too.

Scorpius had, in fact, found the pair well outside the limits of the barrier, and Phineas was still a pony, meaning that whatever means that had been used to change him was even more powerful.

“Why should I care about what happens to him. I'm the one who's going to make Father proud. I'll become the most powerful wizard and bring honor back to the Malfoy name. No more pointing fingers and snickering behind our backs.”

Basically, the boy was deluded, like so many others who had never experienced the magic of friendship. Then again, knowing Scorpius, he'd try to manipulate it and bend it to his will. Magic and people were little more than tools to him and his goals.

“I wonder how my Little Bro.... heh, make that 'Little Sister' is reacting right about now. They should be coming out of the stun spell right about now.”

…

Phineas was currently clinging to the Cloud Skimmer like her life depended on it.

Sweetie Belle was simply standing on the clouds. If ever there was a look of one being unimpressed with something, Sweetie Belle was scoring a brutal twenty out of ten for the look she had on her face.

Mind you, that was after the scream that would have terrified sirens, banshees and other such monsters who used sound, screeches and screams to defeat or outright kill their targets.

“Phin?”

“Y-Yes Sweetie Belle?” Poor Phineas was, to say the least, normally afraid of heights. Without wings or his broom, he preferred to keep to the ground.

“This brother of yours...” Sweetie Belle turned her head and was now looking at her own body, which was currently housing her newest friend. “You won't miss him, will you?”

“Not particularity.”

Sweetie Belle grinned and rubbed her forehooves together. “Gooood.”

…

Scorpius was not normally one to get the heebee jeebees, but he had a sudden shiver run down his spine, like someone had just walked, or maybe even pranced, over his grave.

…

Sweetie Belle rubbed his muzzle, grimacing in pain. “Riiiight... My room is protected by an anti-boy barrier. Great... This is not going as I'd been hoping.”

“What do you need from your room?” Phineas asked, stepping into the room without any problem. “So, this is your room huh?” She turned and grinned at Sweetie Belle. “Hey, there's nothing you could do to stop me from looking around now, is there?”

Sweetie Belle shrugged. “Go ahead. I don't have anything to hide, and my personal belongings are locked up in my school supplied trunk which requires a password.”

Phineas chuckled. “Don't worry Sweetie. I wouldn't do that. Okay, maybe before when I was being a jerk, but not now.” He sighed. In just a few short days he went from not caring if Sweetie Belle got hurt, to actually understanding her a lot better. A few days being a pony had taught him a lot. He wasn't some dumb or stupid barnyard critter or some mindless exotic pet. No. He was still smart and capable.

“Ok, I need that candle on the desk, and a scroll, quill, ink and one of the scroll seals that I keep in the bottom drawer of the desk.”

Phineas went about and gathered everything up before returning it to the filly that was currently occupying his ponified body. She quickly returned, scroll in her mouth, quill behind an ear, vial of ink carefully balanced on her back and the unlit candle atop her head.

Sweetie Belle took everything from her body. “First off, we gotta do this quick before anyone comes back and catches us.” It had been a bit of a chore getting past the Fat Lady's portrait, but they'd somehow managed it.

He, that being Sweetie Belle, use Malfoy's wand and lit the candle. He then got to writing a letter while the candle warmed up. Once done, he applied the seal and set it into the fire. It lit up and flew off into Sweetie Belle's room and into the mirror.

“Okay, now what?” Phineas asked, her voice eliciting a squeak.

“We wait for a response.” Sweetie Belle replied.

A couple minutes later, a green wisp of smoke came from the mirror and went right for the candle, hitting it and transforming into a rolled up scroll.

Sweetie Belle unrolled it and blinked. “According to Princess Twilight, the only way to undo a body swap spell is to get the original caster to undo it, or to let it run out.”

Phineas paled. “Scorpius will never undo it. How long does it last?”

Sweetie Belle shrugged. “It all depends on how much power was put into the spell. It could last a few hours, a few days, or even permanently if the caster powered it up enough.”

“Considering he hit us with a knock out spell first, we have no idea how long he spent casting that spell.” The filly was NOT impressed.

Sweetie Belle nodded and read the rest of the letter. “And there's always a bad part to this spell. Only those effected can talk to each other about it. Anyone else, we can't tell them about it because the spell prevents talking about it. Even if someone were to spy on us, all they would hear is gibberish.”

“Basically, we'd sound like we were off our rocker.” Phineas scowled. “So we gotta get my brother to undo the spell before he leaves the school, or there's no telling when he'll come back again.”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “Ok, I'm totally lacking my normal magic... Let me try my wand.” He reached into the filly's name and pulled out the wand. He then attempted to cast a simple spell with no effect.

“As I thought...” Sweetie Belle frowned. “The Lunar Wand won't react without Unicorn magic.” He held it out for Phineas. “You try it now.”

Phineas nodded and took the wand in her mouth. “Illuminate.” She managed to mumble around the wand.

Nothing.

“But... why couldn't I cast a simple light spell?” The filly frowned.

Sweetie Belle didn't know the answer to that. He attempted the same spell using Phineas cast, and the boy's wand lit up nicely. “Well, I can use your wand normally. Oh right. I always grasp my wand in my magic. Do you think you can do that?”

“Maybe, if I knew how to do it in the first place.”

Sweetie Belle had a very annoyed Phineas look on his face. He'd seen it enough times to mimic it very well. Suddenly his face lit up. “In my saddlebags. I keep my spellbook from Princess Twilight in there. It taught me how to use my floating magic, so you should be able to learn how to do it if you read the book as well.”

Phineas nodded and headed back into the room to find said saddlebags.

While the filly was searching, the common room door opened and the other Prefect entered. Bill ' The Bull' Perkins was a strong built youth, having grown up on a muggle farm. He was always serious and Sweetie Belle always did her best to keep out of his way.

Bill walked in, look one look at 'Phineas' and stormed over. He grabbed the colt by the scruff of the neck and started back toward the entrance to boot him out.

“Bill, wait! It's me, Phineas.” He froze upon hearing the body's real name being blurted out. “Oh great, never mind...” Sweetie Belle deadpanned and let himself be hauled out of the Griffindor common room.

Bill tossed the colt out onto the platform. “Ma'am.” He turned to the painting which protected the Griffindor entrance. “Why was this Slytherin snake in our commons room? You KNOW no members of other houses are permitted within.”

“Well, dear me. I'd not seen him enter. Such a naughty boy. Did he do any damage?”

“Not that I could see. He was just standing there.” Bill replied.

The Fat Lady nodded. “Well, I guess we can overlook this just this once.”

Bill scowled. “Seriously? We should report this. A Slytherin in our House? We're going to have to change the password now.”

“That's a given.” The Fat Lady agreed.

Sweetie Belle muttered something under her breath, but turned and sat down by the railing. “I'll just wait for Sweetie Belle. We were together and she just had to get something from her room. She invited me in to wait in the common room.”

The Prefect growled. “I'm tired of that pony thinking she can get away with whatever she wants. I'll be reporting her to Headmistress Mcgonnagal. I don't care how popular she thinks she is.” The boy turned and stormed off to do exactly that.

Phineas emerged from the Griffindor room and blinked. “Why are you out here?” She asked.

“Bill Perkins hauled my flank out of there. Let's go someplace we can talk in private.”

Phineas nodded. “Oh, I put the candle and stuff into the saddlebags. I hope you don't mind.”

Sweetie Belle smiled cutely, which looked a little wrong on the colt's face. Still, Phineas didn't say anything. The pair left the Fat Lady behind and sought out the perfect place for privacy.

The Room of Requirement was the perfect place. Sweetie Belle had been in here already, and it had taken the pair a bit longer than they'd intended to locate it, thanks to the door not exactly always being there, and the specific requirements to open it. It was a good thing Sweetie Belle somehow remembered where the entrance was.

Finally entering the room, it was lain out like a nice common room, only rather than sofas and chairs, there were soft, cozy looking cushions in front of a nice big fireplace, the flame crackling away.

The pair took their seats and pulled out the book. Phineas opened the book and frowned. “I can't read any of this.” He gestured at the pony written language.

Sweetie Belle giggled. “Well, it's a good thing you have me here to help you. We have to try to get this done quickly, before your brother leaves.”

…

With Sweetie Belle's help, Phineas had somehow managed to figure out basic Unicorn levitation, and was now able to cast spells through the Lunar Wand, though said wand was a little difficult for the boy turned filly to manage.

Still, basic spells were no problem, so with that taken care of, the pair packed up and headed out to find a certain young wizard.

Well, finding him was not a problem, the problem was this; said boy was right outside the Headmistress's office. He was also not alone.

Bill Perkins was also sitting on the opposite end of the bench as Scorpius.

“Great. Bill and Scorpius.” Sweetie Belle frowned. “We have to get your brother away from there without bringing that big lug along as well.”

Phineas nodded. “I think I can manage a sleep spell on Bill, but he looks pretty big and tough. I don't know if it would be very effective on him. Scorpius always has some means to keep stuns and sleep spells from working on him.”

“I'll just pretend to be you and lure him away.” Sweetie Belle grinned. As he was about to round the corner, Phineas stopped him.

“Wait, no. He'll know. Trust me. I think I can levitate his wand away and get him to come after us.”

Sweetie Belle blinked. “That might work, though my range with my unicorn floating magic isn't that great.”

Phineas floated the Lunar Wand in her magic. “I think I can manage a levitation charm.” She peaked around the corner, took aim with the wand, knowing exactly where her brother kept his wand on his person. “Wingardium Leviosa.”

Scorpius was looking annoyed beyond belief, especially with that big mud blood sitting next to him. He almost didn't notice his wand slip out of his robes and fly off down the hall. “The hell?” He jumped up and chased after his wand.

Once it was within range of her Unicorn magic, Phineas grabbed the wand and moved it even faster than with the wizard charm, turned, and ran down the hall with Sweetie Belle galloping along next to her.

“You little pest... I'm going to make you pay for this stunt.”

The pair of ponies took off at full speed, keeping ahead of the boy, just barely. His longer legs let him move faster than would be expected for a bipedal species.

Winding through the halls, weaving about the other students and teachers while avoiding the now angry Scorpius, the pair finally reached their destination. One of many empty rooms. The young ponies dove in, and moments later, Scorpius burst through the door, seething anger on his face.

“So little Brother, it's come to this, has it? Siding with a bloody Griffindor, and a stupid little animal at that. When I am done with the both of you, the horror stories will be told for generations.” He reached into his sleeve and pulled out, to the pair of ponies horror, another wand.

And then he froze, an almost horrified look spreading across his face at the sight that befell his eyes.

A pair of ponies sat there, staring up at him with big, watery eyes and quivering lips.

“GAH!!! Stop that It's... It's...” He wanted to say creepy, but the levels of cute were just too much. “If I turn you back will you stop staring at me like that?”

“Pretty please?” The pair of ponies pleaded.

Scorpius wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't let him. He shuddered and flicked his wand, casting the counter spell.

Sweetie Belle and Phineas wobbled and blinked as they were suddenly back in their own bodies.

“We're back to normal.” Phineas grinned. “Well, sorta.” He stretched his wings.

“Ready for this Phin?”

“You bet.” The little Unicorn grinned and cast a simple charm.

As expected, Scorpius deflected it with a flick of his wand, and again and again as the pair of ponies pelted him with what little they could. “Hey, I turned you back to normal. Stop attacking me.”

Then Sweetie remembered something. A grin crossed her white lips, and her unicorn magic lit up as she attempted something she'd done once before in Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Grabbing Scorpius' robes, she pulled them over the boy's head and wrapped them up as best she could.

Phineas grinned and cast another spell, managing to disarm the human. It was lucky that there had been the pair of them. Just one alone would not have been able to keep the boy on the defensive, and even then the pair knew he would have gotten an attack off sooner or later and that would have been the end of everything.

But now, with him unarmed, the pair of ponies charged forward and knocked him down and sat on him to keep him from getting up so easily.

“Alright brother, listen and listen good.” The small Pegasus glared into the boy's eyes as Sweetie Belle freed just his face. “You are not going to mess with Sweetie Belle or myself ever again, in any way. Is that understood?”

Scorpius snarled, glared, then paused. All if a sudden he burst out laughing.

“What?” Sweetie Belle was confused, as was Phineas. “What's so funny?”

The boy sat up, chuckling as he got control of his laughter. “You finally stood up to me little brother. It's about time, you know that? As for leaving you and your little girlfriend alone, nope, not gonna happen. I'm going to keep messing with you and having fun while I'm stuck attending school again for the next couple months.”

“Can you turn him into a pony too?” Phineas bluffed.

Scorpius froze. “What? Wait, you wouldn't do that to me too, would you?”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “I would love too, but you know I can't do that again.” The filly frowned. She noticed the look of horror on Scorpius' face turn to a grin again. “But I'm sure Headmistress Mcgonnagal will give me permission to cast the spell again, just this once.”

“Wait, you said you can't cast it again.” Scorpius was a little concerned, seeing as there was pretty much nothing he could actually do at this moment, not without either of his wands.

Sweetie Belle shrugged. “I promised the headmistress I would not to turn anyone else into a pony. I still know the spell.” Another bluff, seeing as she still didn't know exactly what she'd done. That knowledge has faded with her becoming a normal little filly unicorn once again.

“F-fine. I'll leave the two of you alone.” The tangled up boy scowled and looked away. “Unless you mess with me, then the gloves come off, and you're not allowed to turn me into a pony if you start it.”

“Sounds fair.” Sweetie Belle released the boy and his wands were returned. “You returned us to our bodies, so we have no reason to mess with you unless you mess with us first, and you promised you'd leave us alone, so it's all good.”

Scorpius turned and started toward the door to leave. “One last thing.” He spun around, both wands at the ready, and he cast a spell...

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

Sorry for the horrendously long wait. I was busy with all sorts of other things.

I'll try to be quicker with releasing chapters from now on, but no promises.

Chapter Twenty

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
20

Phineas had never thought he'd be able to move so quickly in his life, and figured that had he not been a Pegasus, he would never have been able to jump in the path of the incoming spells in time.

He wrapped his wings around Sweetie Belle, who hadn't even been able to move an inch, and he felt the spells hit him in the back.

It didn't sting, thankfully, but his body was tingling madly. He knew this sensation, seeing as his brother Scorpius had used it on him many times in the past.

Transmogrification magic.

He dreaded what his brother was trying to turn him and Sweetie Belle into. Rats? Newts? Cute fluffy kittens? Nah, those were never his style.

Most likely snakes of some sort.

But he didn't feel the actual transformation take place, even though the magic tried its best to make the changes.

But he did feel something change.

Sweetie Belle's small form grew. Was Scorpius trying to change her into a large snake?

He opened his eyes and gasped.

Sweetie Belle's green eyes were wide with shock from the magic hitting her, despite Phineas having jumped in the way to shield her.

Her face changed, becoming flatter, her nose smaller and pointed. Her ears shifted from atop her head and became rounder. Her coat receded back into soft, pale skin. Her teeth even shifted, a small pair of canines growing in where ponies normally lacked such teeth.

The filly's form grew larger, hooves forming into hands and feet with toes and fingers. Finally, her horn and tail sunk back into her body and were gone.

“What did you do to Sweetie Belle?” Phineas spun around, glaring at his brother, who looked a little surprised himself. “Well, I was trying to turn her into a normal pony, you know, no horn or abilty to talk or anything like that, and you, I was trying to turn you back into a human.”

“We already tried transmogrification to turn me back. It didn't work.” Phineas glanced back at Sweetie Belle, who sat on her butt, looking at her hands less in horror, but more out of curiosity. “So the spell meant for me hit her. What about the one that should have hit her?”

“It hit you, and somehow you're immune or highly resistant to transmogrification now.” Scorpius's eyes suddenly went wide. “Of course! Now I see the truth of what you are now.” His look of surprise changed to one of annoyance.

“Uh, transmog spells have no effect on me since Sweetie Belle turned me into a Pegasus.” Phineas countered. “Whatever spell she used is more powerful than anything else we've tried. Now, turn Sweetie Belle back to normal.” He avoided looking at Sweetie Belle, if only for the fact that she was currently completely naked.

“Phineas, wait. It's ok. I don't mind.” Sweetie Belle placed a hand on the pegasus's withers. “I think being a human, even for a little while, won't be a bad thing.”

“But...” Phineas started.

Scorpius was more than simply annoyed right now. His plan had all but failed. “Bah, whatever. Enjoy being a superior being, for as long as the spell lasts.”

Phineas was about to retort, but Sweetie Belle squeezed his shoulder. “It's okay Phin. Really.”

“But...” Phineas watched as his brother left the room. “What about my brother?”

Sweetie Belle shrugged behind his back. “Who cares. We can take him now that we're back in our own bodies. Um, how long does a spell like this last?”

“It lasts indefinitely, but it's really easy to dispel. Um, and no, I don't know the spell to undo it. Not yet at least.”

Sweetie Belle giggled. “Well, maybe we should see about learning it sooner or later. One more thing.” She tilted her head and looked at Phineas, who was simply not looking at her. “Am I ugly as a human?”

“What? No.” Phineas blushed massively. “You're naked.”

Sweetie Belle looked down at her nakedness. “Oh, right. Humans always wear clothing.” She tilted her head while looking down at herself and shivered as she felt the chilly late autumn air on her bare skin. “Now I know why. You don't have a soft coat of hair covering you to keep you warm.”

“It's also a modesty thing.” Phineas sighed. “Stay here, out of sight. I'll go fetch you something to wear.”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “Make it quick. It is a bit chilly. Why are these little pink things on my chest poking out like this?”

Phineas's face went bright red and bolted from the room.

Sweetie Belle blinked, a little confused. “Phin? Was it something I said?”

…

Phineas was quick to return, but he didn't re-enter the room. “Sweetie Belle?”

“I'm right here Phin.” Sweetie Belle's voice called out from within the room.

“I borrowed a spare uniform for you from storage.” He used the wingardium charm to float the folded outfit into the room. “I'll stay out here while you get dressed.”

“About that...”

Phineas facehooved. “Let me guess. You have no idea on how to put on human clothes.”

“Well, that's part of it.” Sweetie Belle sounded a little worried.

The Pegasus blinked. “What else can be wrong?”

“I don't know how to stand up or walk. I mean, when I had the pendant that Rarity and Twilight gave me, I was able to walk and all that, and even move around without trouble. I don't have the benefit of that magic this time.”

“Oh for the love of... Um, let me go get a girl to help you get dressed...”

“Wait, Phin. I don't know if I want anyone to see me like this. Well, without clothes. I know I can trust you to help me out here.”

Thud! Thud! Thud! Phineas was banging his head on the wall. “Seriously? But I'm a boy and you're a girl. It's inappropriate for me to see you like that.”

“Oh. Well, I guess if there's no other choice. Do you think you can get one of the girls from Griffindor? Or maybe Zwei if you see her.”

“Yea, I'll do that. At least wrap yourself in the robes.” Phineas sighed and trotted off down the hall, and wishing he hadn't hit his head on the stone wall.

Headaches sucked.

Sweetie Belle did just that, having at least sort of figuring out how to use fingers. How she was wishing she had her pendant that let her just know how to use a human form without problem.

At least the robes were warmer than being naked.

She was already missing her soft, fluffy coat.

“Now that my brother is gone, you and I can have a little chat.”

Sweetie Belle nearly jumped out of her skin as Scorpius walked back into the room. “Scorpius! She reached for her wand, but the boy cast a spell and sent the wand flying to the far side of the room, where the girl couldn't have any hopes of reaching it. “Wh-what do you want?”

“Just to talk.” He strode over, oddly keeping his eyes off her. “I want you to turn Phineas back to normal and to stay away from him.”

Sweetie Belle frowned. “Why should I stay away from him? We're friends.”

“You're not good enough for him. We are pure blooded wizards. Can you say the same for yourself?”

Sweetie Belle giggled at that. “Yes, I can say that for myself. Everypony in my family is a Unicorn.” She refrained from mentioning that her ancestry included Pegasus blood.

“Oh, but how many of them can say they are witches and wizards?”

Again the girl giggled. “We're all able to use magic, if that's what you mean.”

“Not this magic from the fart thing I keep hearing about. I mean TRUE magic.” Scorpius glared into Sweetie Belle's eyes.

“That's Magic from the Heart.” Sweetie Belle replied calmly. “And Phineas was able to tap into as well.” She smiled softly, her cheeks blushing softly. “It means he's capable of feeling love for others and forming true friendships with them.”

Scorpius sputtered. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? You become more powerful the more friends you have?”

The girl shook her head. “No, it's not like that, even if friendship is magic and when you are with real friends you can accomplish anything, even defeat the most powerful of foes or most difficult of challenges.” A smile played across her lips. “Phineas, he hated me to begin with, because he thought I was some dumb animal. Then he became a pony himself and...”

Scorpius stomped his foot. “No! You turned him into a pony. You must have cast some spell to mess with his mind.”

“I didn't change his mind in any way. He changed his own mind after experiencing what is is to be a pony, and learning that we're just as smart as any human.” She looked up at the boy.

Oh, how Scorpius wanted to do something right now. She was helpless, unable to use her magic or even escape. He could do anything he wanted to her and there was nothing she would be able to do to stop him. Any curse he knew he could use on her. He could turn her into an ugly little animal or... hold on.

“The spell was supposed to make Phineas change back into his real form from any transmogrification spell.” He leaned down and glared into her eyes again. “There's no way it should have changed you into a human unless... Unless you're really a human and you've been using that cute little Unicorn form to make people like you.”

Sweetie Belle blinked, then smiled and finally booped Scorpius's nose. “Nope. The way I figure it, I got hit with both your spells at the same time. The transformation spell meant to change my form, but it got mixed with your other spell which was intended to give or return the target to human form. Seeing as I don't have a human form, it gave me one.”

“Bu-wh-WHAT?”

“You created a whole new spell I think.”

Scorpius was about to go apeshit on the girl but then froze. “Wait, what?”

“I think you created a new spell.” She repeated herself, the smile still on her face.

The boy blinked. “A new spell?” He thought about the pair of spells he'd cast. It was a rare wizard or witch who could dual cast spells. “No, it's a combination of spells. Nothing more.” Scorpius sighed. “You know what? I don't care anymore. Do whatever you want to my useless little brother. Hell, you could take him back to your own world for all I care.”

Sweetie Belle giggled. “I'd love to show him Equestria, but I don't think I'm allowed to bring anyone else back with me.”

“Whatever. He's your problem now.” With that, Scorpius left the room.

Sweetie Belle sighed and hugged her robes around her and picked up the skirt. “Hurry back Phin.”

…

It had been Fray who had helped Sweetie Belle get dressed.

“Now, I want you to be careful.” The Slytherin girl stated as she helped Sweetie Belle to her feet. “First off, you have no shoes or socks, and more importantly, you don't have any panties.”

“Panties?” Sweetie Belle gave a clueless look. “What are those?”

Outside the room, a facefault was heard. Most likely Phineas's face meeting the floor for some unknown reason.

“Uh...” Fray blinked and brushed her black hair from her eyes. “You know, underwear?” She was met with the same clueless look on Sweetie Belle's face. “Oh for crying out loud... Phineas! Get your tail in here.”

“I don't think I should enter the room.”

“Why not?” Sweetie Belle asked, sounding worried.

“You're wearing a skirt.”

“So is Fray.”

“And she's wearing pink panties.”

Fray's face went red with anger. “You PERVERT!”

“Hey, you rushed ahead of me while going up those stairs. I had no choice but to see them.”

The raven haired girl gritted her teeth. “Must... not... maim...” She counted from one to ten, then seemed to calm down. “Okay, fine. I'll go get her some shoes, socks and most importantly, some underwear. You stay OUT in the hall and make sure nobody comes in till I get back.”

Phineas nodded, unseen by either girl. “Sure, no problem here.”

Fray emerged from the room and gave the 'I'm keeping my eyes on you' gesture with her fingers, then hurried off.

“Phin, really, you can come in.”

“Nope. I'd rather not get my wings plucked.”

Sweetie Belle giggled, then started to hum.

Phineas blinked. He could swear he could hear music.

"Anytime you need a friend."

The colt sat there, tapping his forehooves to the song, his heart resonating with Sweetie Belle. Or maybe it was resonating with the song. Either way, it felt good, listening to the girl as she sang.

The pair sat in silence for nearly a minute after she was done, till she spoke up.

“Phineas?”

“Y-yea Sweetie Belle?”

“Anytime you need a friend. I'm not kidding.”

Phineas smiled. “Back at you Sweetie.”

…

Scorpius finally got into the office to see McGonnagal and get his forms finalized so he could begin his final lessons at Hogwarts.

There were times he wished he hadn't been able to finish all seven years worth of schooling as fast as he had. Life was, for the most part, boring. He was still too young to get a proper wizarding job, and all his friends were... wait. He had no friends. He had no NEED of friends, not like his patheticly weak little brother.

He finished reading over his papers and looked up at McGonnagal. “Headmistress, I do have something else I'd like to discus with you. It's about my brother, and I don't know any other wizard or witch who can help him.”

Minerva raised an eyebrow. “Do tell Scorpius.”

“My brother, Phineas. You know how he became a... a Pony, right?”

The older lady nodded. “He seems to have adjusted well, despite all our efforts to change him back.”

“Have you considered that he may be an Animagus?”

Headmistress Minerva McGonnagal's face positively lit up hearing that. “Of ourse. It makes sense. We are naturally resistant to transmogrification spells while being rather skilled in their use. I will see to it that he is tested, and if he is, I will see to it that he learns all he needs to know.”

Scorpius sighed. It wasn't the solution he would have preferred. He would have preferred that his brother become completely human once again.

“So, is it possible that he'll be a snake or wolf or something like that?” Crossing his fingers now.

“Honestly, I think he has chosen his animagus form already.”

Damn. Scorpius was not please to hear that. “Well then. Good luck with my brother.”

“Yes, and about him, and his friend, Sweetie Belle.” McGonnagal narrowed her eyes. “Cursing them to switch bodies, and again turning Sweetie Belle into a human with a transformation spell. You know students are not allowed...”

Scorpius held up his hand, cutting her off. “Beg your pardon Headmistress, but at the time, I was not a student of Hogwarts. You cannot punish or penalize me for that.”

Oh right. Minerva remembered why she hated Scorpius when he was attending Hogwarts. This was an example of one of many reasons. That, and he was slippery and smart enough to get away with virtually anything and everything he ever did. “Very well. But I will be keeping my eye on you.”

“I would expect no less.” The boy smiled. 'Not like that's ever helped you in the past Headmistress.' He thought to himself as he exited the room. “Oi, buzzard boy.” He looked at the Griffindor Prefect. “You can go in now.”

…

Sweetie Belle adjusted the panties till they were comfortable. Well, as comfortable as they could be, considering she'd never worn anything like them before. “Remind me again why girls wear these things?”

“Modesty, comfort, protection. There's a number of reasons we wear them. The main reason is to keep boys from seeing anything while we wear skirts or dresses.”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “That makes sense I guess. We ponies don't normally wear clothes. I mean, sure, anypony can just look and see what's under our tails. We just don't really care.”

“Equestria. The largest known nudist colony anywhere.” Fray deadpanned. “Then again, I did notice Phineas totally not caring about anyone seeing him when he wasn't wearing anything as a pony. I guess it's a pony thing.” She then turned to the door. “Hey Fuzznut. The coast in clear. You can come in now.”

Phineas peaked in. “What did you just call me?”

“Fuzznut, because you have fuzzy balls and you're not afraid to show them off.”

Phineas blinked. He wasn't offended nor embarrassed about his current nudity. “My name is Phineas. Not Fuzznut.”

Sweetie Belle giggled. “Frey, I would like to point out the term fuzz nut is sort of an insult in Equestria.”

Frey blinked. “Seriously?”

Sweetie Belle nodded. Sure, she was totally bluffing, but it was just to keep Frey from using that funny nickname, which Phin certainly didn't seem to like.

“Oh, well, sorry about that Phineas. I take it feather duster is an insult too?”

“Only if you're a pegasus or alicorn. It's also a device made from feathers and is used to get rid of dust.”

Frey facepalmed. “I should have seen that coming.” She then grinned. “Ok so, you're wearing the only socks I could get that would fit you, and the only shoes and panties. You should see about turning yourself back to normal as soon as you can, or getting more clothing so you'll have a selection to fall back on. Also, your current uniform is way too big on you.”

Certainly it was. The robes dragged on the ground. The sleeves were too long and hid her hands. The skirt was below her knees and had to be held up by the girl herself.

That, and the hat tried to consume her whole head.

The socks in question were knee socks and were a little loose. The shoes were a size too large.

But at least the underwear fit for the most part, thanks fully to the elastic waist band. Otherwise, they too were a size or two too large.

Now that she was clad in clothing, she allowed Phineas to lead her off toward the supply room where she might be able to get some clothing that would, in fact, fit properly.

Then they'd make plans on how to get back at Scorpius.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

Double chapters today, because I wanted too treat you all... I hope it's not a terrible chapter.

Scorpi-ass will get what's coming to him eventually. You have to remember, he's smart enough to have already graduated (only coming back to school because of certain age restricted lessons), capable of dual wand casting, and knows a whole lot more spells, curses and charms than Sweetie Belle and Phineas combined.

Chapter Twenty-One

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
21

Sweetie Belle emerged from the changing room, wearing a school uniform that fit her better than the previous one. She stepped before the full length mirror and looked her human self over. She looked very different from the form that the pendant had given her.

She was a little shorter, slimmer, and her mane was shorter. Rather than reaching to her waist, it was just touching her shoulders. The young girl actually preferred her hair short like this. It would be easier to tend to, especially with her natural curly hair.

Her face was a little rounder, showing her youthful age. But it was her height that really got her.

Sweetie Belle was half a head shorter than the second shortest student at the school.

“Are you done in there?” Phineas called from the other room.

Sweetie Belle started a little, having been so caught up with looking at this human form of hers. Would this have been what she would have looked like if she'd been transformed by the mirror? If so, her soft, pale skin was certainly stood out drastically from her dark, and not overly comfortable, clothing.

It felt strange, the fabric on bare skin.

She then pulled herself away from the mirror and headed out into the waiting room where her friend Phineas sat patiently. “Yes, I'm done here.”

Frey had been there as well to help Sweetie Belle get dressed properly, showing her how everything went on so the smaller girl could do it for herself from then on.

“Wow, you look great.” Phineas was all smiles. It was strange, how a week ago he was a total jerk, and now, he was one of her best friends.

Blushing a little, Sweetie Belle fidgeted with her robes a little. “Really? I thought I'd look funny as a human.”

Phineas chuckled lightly. “Not at all. You really do look good as a human. So, what are you going to do till you turn back?”

“I'll just keep doing everything like I always do.” The filly turned girl smiled, right before scooping Phineas into her arms and giving him a hug.

“Oof!” The small colt was surprised by the sudden huggle attack, but he didn't fight it. Rather, on some instinctive level, he was totally unable to resist it.

“Ohmygosh! You're so soft and fluffy!” Sweetie Belle rubbed her cheek against Phineas's cheek, making him blush as well.

Moments later, the door burst open and a pair of fellow students rushed in, barging past Fray, who had chosen to keep out of the way till now.

“Sweetie Belle?” Deuce skidded to a stop the moment he spotted the familiar pink and lavender curly hair. “Whoa... it's true.”

Zwei had entered the room with a little more decorum than her twin brother, but now sported the same dumbfounded look on her face. “What the heck is going on here?”

Sweetie Belle giggled and set Phineas down on a chair. “Oh, I just got transmogrified into a human. It'll last only a few days at most.” At least she hoped so. Scorpius was quite powerful and talented for his age after all.

“Oh.” Deuce replied. “Well, we'd heard that something horrible had happened to you so we ran here as fast as we could.”

“Who did this to you?” Zwei looked oddly annoyed. Most likely because she couldn't carry and cuddle Sweetie Belle while she was a human.

“It was my brother, Scorpius.” Phineas scowled. “He's been pranking Sweetie Belle and I all day.”

Deuce tilted his head in thought. “Scorpius? I don't recall anyone here with that name.”

“Apparently he graduated at a young age.” Sweetie Belle spoke up. “But there's some lessons he has to come back for because they're age restricted.”

“Is that true Phineas?” Zwei looked down at the small Pegasus.

He nodded and looked away, muttering to himself. Zwei knelt down. “Say that again so we can hear it please.”

“It's a family matter.” Phineas glared at the brunette. “Please don't get yourself involved.”

Sweetie Belle sat next to the colt. “Phin, I'm involved, and I'm not family. What's wrong with having more friends there to help us out?”

“Because they're not my friends. You and a few others from Slytherin are the only friends I have, and sorry to say this Fray,” He looked up at the girl, “I'd rather just be your friend than being your special somepony.”

Fray looked down at Phineas. “What?” A rather confused look was spread across her face.

Phineas replayed what he'd just said in his head. “Wow, that didn't come out as it should have. What I meant is I don't want a girlfriend. I'm only eleven after all, and to be honest, this whole friends thing is new to me.”

“Ohh!” Zwei scooped a suddenly surprised Phineas into her arms and hugged the dickens out of him. “You're using pony talk. It's adorable.”

Phineas shot Sweetie Belle a look that begged for help.

She returned with a shrug and look that told him there was little, if anything, that she could do. Once Zwei got a pony in a hug, that was it.

“And just what is going on in here?” A new voice spoke sternly.

Everyone spun around to see Potions Master Snape standing in the doorway. Before anyone could actually respond, he strode forward and stopped before Zwei and Phineas. “Mr. Malphoy. You are out of uniform. Is that why you are here?”

“Uh, actually, Sweetie Belle needed a new uniform.” Phineas replied.

Snape looked down and around. “And just where is she?”

“Right here Sir.” A familiar voice spoke from a human girl, one who had a surprisingly familiar hairstyle and green eyes.

“Transmogrification prank?” He asked dryly.

“Yes sir.” Sweetie Belle hung her head.

“I like it. It places you on more even footing with the rest of the students. Now if we could only do something about you...” He shot a glare at Phineas.

Phineas tried to look the dark haired man in the eye, but found himself more interested in the teacher's shoes. “Actually Sir, I might be an Animagus. That's why normal transmogrification spells don't work on me.”

“An Animagus? You've learned that fact about yourself at such a young age? Interesting. I assume your current form is your animal form then?”

Phineas nodded. “I think so. I mean, My Mother and Father seem fine with the situation, especially since I'm starting to make some friends. My brother isn't too happy about it though.”

“Ah yes, Scorpius. I remember him when he was one of my students. A genius, through and through. Also rude, self centered, arrogant, overly cocky, and mastered every potion I had to teach him without a single mishap. He also mastered every spell available to him without any problems. He's won every wizarding duel he partook in, and even made a second wand of his own and developed a dual spellcasting style. Very intelligent and scored perfect marks in every course he took. Why is he back?”

Phineas rolled his eyes. “Because there are age restrictions on certain lessons, ones that he was not allowed to learn because he's too young.”

Snape had the look of understanding on his face, and then took on a look of great displeasure.

(Snape's expression: http://i0.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/newsfeed/000/184/630/remiq.net_9522.jpg?1318349037 )

That look was not lost on any of the students, but before any of them could ask anything, Snape spun on his heel and walked out of the room, not a single word spoken.

A moment later he stuck his head back in. “Oh, Mr. Malphoy. You will be needing a uniform before you will be permitted attendance in any of your classes from now on. Regulations and such.” With that, he withdrew once again and was gone.

Phineas's wings drooped. “Where am I going to get a uniform? I doubt anyone I know can sew to save their lives.”

Sweetie Belle's eyes lit up. “I know the perfect seamstress to make your new uniform. Come on, let's go talk to the Headmistress.” She scooped Phineas from Zwei's arms and rushed out of the room.

And ran face first into the wall opposite the door...

“Note to self: Learn to turn while walking before trying to run...”

…

Minerva had listened to Sweetie Belle's proposition and had to think it over for a few minutes. There were the pros and cons to be considered, of which she weighed carefully.

Sweetie Belle sat next to Phineas, both waiting patiently for the answer.

Finally Minerva looked up at the pair. “I am afraid I cannot allow such a venture to be made. We do not know what will happen to Phineas should he pass through the mirror and into Equestria, given his current situation.”

“Oh...” Sweetie Belle hung her head. “Rarity would have been able to make Phineas a new uniform in no time.”

“But, what about my classes? I'm not allowed to take them if I'm not in uniform.” Phineas frowned. “Even though I've been allowed up till now. Why did that suddenly change?”

“Ah, well, there are regulations and rules, some of which are not negotiable. It was your brother who reminded me of that one. I must admit, I have, conveniently, forgotten many little rules, often bending them here and there, but this one, well, the robes are designed not only to identify your house, but to protect you from weather, splashes in potions class, as well as other hazards from other lessons. I am sorry Phineas, but until we can make you a Uniform for your current form, or preferably find a way to change you back, you will not be able to partake in any classes.”

“Headmistress, you can't be serious.” Phineas looked horrified. “Animagus classes are only available for third years and up, and only if I've been doing good in transmogrification classes.”

“Oh, I am serious, which is why Sweetie Belle will be sending a letter home, inviting Miss Rarity here to make your uniform for you.”

The pair of student's faces suddenly lit up in delight, big eyes shining and smiles that would make Pinkie Pie feel nothing but happiness.

…

Back in her room, Sweetie Belle worked on writing a letter to send home to Rarity.

Of course, she'd first attempted to write with her hands, but there was no way it was going to be legible. In that case, Sweetie Belle opted to use the quill in her mouth. Even then her writing was coming out pretty bad.

Apparently pony lips and tongues are more capable at manipulating things than human lips.

“And done.” Sweetie Belle plucked the quill from her mouth and rolled it up with the invitation from Headmistress Mcgonnagal. She then lit the emerald flame candle and sent the letter on its way. With a smile, she left her room and exited the Griffindor dorm, and met Phineas waiting outside.

Since last time he'd been in there, he knew better than to even try to get inside.

“So, did you send it?”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “Yes, I did. After the sun goes down, we'll use the mirror in Mcgonnagal's office to open the portal. I do hope she can make it.”

Phineas smiled on hearing that. “I bet she'll be more than happy to come here. You can even give her a tour, maybe.”

“Phin. We have classes tomorrow. I can't give her a tour while doing them.” She sighed slightly. “Besides, she'll most likely be heading back before morning.”

“Oh, of course. Well, it's going to be interesting to meet your sister.”

Sweetie Belle giggled, and then revealed she had her Cloud Skimmer with her. “What say we go outside and practice flying? I wanna take a look at the quiddich stadium.”

…

“So, what were the rules again?” Sweetie Belle asked from her spot in the bleachers, watching the Hufflepuff team practice.

“You have to get that ball there,” Phineas pointed at the ball in question, “through one of those rings that's being guarded by the opposing team. A goal is worth ten points. All the while, you have to be watching out for those two balls, the Bludgers. They apparently hit really hard.”

“Oh, that sounds painful.” The young girl cringed. “And then there's that player who's just flying about and looking around. Why aren't they doing anything?”

Deuce, sitting behind Sweetie Belle, spoke up. “Ah, they're the Seeker. Their job is to find the Golden Snitch. It's a tiny gold ball with wings and flies about insanely fast. Whomever's Seeker catches it earns their team one hundred-fifty points and outright wins the game.”

“That sounds like a sport that Pegasi would love, except maybe the bludgers and the beaters and all that... Then again.” Sweeie Belle thought about how athletic Rainbow Dash was, and how much Scootaloo enjoyed rough and tumbling about. “Yea, they'd love a game like this.”

“Ain't no game Sweetie.” Deuce almost looked insulted. “It's a SPORT!”

Zwei, who had been quiet till now rolled her eyes. “Only if you're into that sorta stuff.” She looked back over her shoulder at her twin. “And here I thought you preferred intellectual games like Wizard Chess.”

Deuce chuckled. “Yea, I play chess because I suck at sports. You know that.” He then looked at Phineas. “Hey Phin, you should totally go out there and chase after that golden snitch. Give the Hufflepuff Seeker a challenge.”

“Nope.” Phineas backed away. “I'm still pretty new at this flying thing. I doubt I could keep up with a normal broom flier, never mind a high speed flier like a Seeker.”

Sweetie Belle glanced at Phineas's blank flank, and decided it was time to start up some Crusader fun here at Hogwarts. Who knows, maybe she'd find her own cutie mark as well.

“Say Phin, you never know unless you try.” Her green eyes sparkled with mischief as Sweetie Belle spoke.

“Well, yea, true. I haven't actually tried to see how fast I can go with these wings.” He chuckled as he stretched said wings and looked at them. “Though they do look kinda small to let me go really fast.”

“Are you kidding? Your wings are actually a little larger on average. I bet all the fillies would have their eyes on you, especially the Pegasai mares.”

Phineas blushed. “Nope. I don't think I wanna go there.” He looked at his wings, and then thought about the other Pegasus he'd seen. He couldn't remember her name, but her wings were absolutely tiny compared to his own. “So... I could be a really fast flier?”

Sweetie Belle nodded.

The Gemini twins just watched, a little worried about that glint in Sweetie Belle's eyes.

“Maybe fast enough to catch the golden snitch.” Sweetie added. You could be the youngest Seeker to play the game since, what was his name?”

“Harry Potter.” Deuce spoke up. “Amazing Seeker he was. Bloody brilliant at the best of times, and downright lucky at the worst, except with some deranged witch, wizard or monster was after him. Took down the worst wizard ever he did, all on his own.”

Sweetie Belle knew a fair bit about the exploits of this Harry Potter. She would love to properly meet him one of these days, but for now, she figured it would be best to not push her luck in such matters. “I see. Well, why don't you go after that snitch there? It's over by the Slytherin tower, over there.” Sweetie Belle pointed it out.

Phineas looked to where Sweetie Belle was pointing, and spotted the tiny golden sphere. His pegasus vision locking onto the target. “Why not. The Hufflepuff seeker isn't doing anything.” With a flap of his wings, the colt took off after the golden snitch.

This caught the seeker's attention, and he looked to where the Pegasus was flying, and only now did he spot his target. “Oi, you ain't allowed here...” He yelled and took off after the speedy airborne equine. He honestly didn't care about that. He actually took it as an extra challenge in their training.

Phineas pushed himself, and found he was outclassed by the human on the broom for turning ability, but he had to grin for the fact that he was actually faster.

Winding after the snitch, the pair pushed themselves, and each other to the limit. The snitch was inches out of either of their reaches, but neither would give in.

With aching wings, Phineas gave one more massive push and tried to catch the snitch in his mouth.

But that annoying little object suddenly took a near ninety degree turn.

With his focus on the snitch, Phineas had failed to see the bludger heading right for his face. The last thing he saw was a cascade of stars.

…

Sweetie Belle sat next to Phineas as he rested on a cot in the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey felt it was alright, seeing as the young girl was being very well behaved. Nice and quiet as well, which was a bonus.

She felt bad that Phineas had been knocked out cold, all because of her suggestion. She had been watching him as he flew and had smiled and cheered the whole time, up till his collision with that violent ball.

Thankfully one of the other players had caught him before he could crash into the sandy floor of the stadium and helped to bring the colt here.

So now she sat next to her friend, hoping he wouldn't be mad at her, and the worry was written all over her face.

Then he groaned and shifted, bringing his hooves to his head, where he found an ice pack resting on what would most likely be a pretty large goose egg.

“Did anybody bet the number of that bluger?” He asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“I'm so sorry Phineas. I didn't mean for you to get hurt.” Sweetie Belle hugged Phineas and started crying.

“Ouch... Don't cry Sweetie. Other than a nasty headache, I think I'll be fine.” He chuckled.

“You are lucky pegasus heads seem so sturdy.” Madam Pomfrey said as she waddled over, pushing a cart with some potions and other medicines over. “But even then you shouldn't be going out into the quidich stadium when you're not part of a team, and especially not without proper equpment.” She chided the colt, making him lower his head in shame.

“I'm sorry. I won't do it again.”

The older human smiled and checked on Phineas's head, and satisfied there was no real damage, she released him.

…

Sweetie Belle looked at the grandfather clock in the main hall and noted the time. “It's getting late. We should head to see Headmistress Mcgonnagal and I hope my sister can come to help make you your new uniform.”

Phineas nodded and trotted along just behind the girl as they headed for their destination.

“What's wrong Phin?” Sweetie Belle stopped and knelt down to look her friend in the eye.

“I-I don't know.” He sat on his haunches and hung his head. “It was fun, the flying and chasing after that snitch, but then I went and messed up so bad and I could have gotten really badly hurt.”

“But you weren't.” Sweetie Belle lifted his chin with her hand so their eyes met. “Remember this. Just because you mess up once, you shouldn't just give up. You should see how many times my friends and I mess up and fail trying to get our cutie marks.”

“Cutie Marks? That's related to your special talent, isn't it?”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “And I haven't found mine yet, neither has Applebloom. Scootaloo got hers when she tried out my Cloud Skimmer. She was amazing when she was flying about on it.”

“I heard.” Phineas looked away. “So... about this cutie mark thing... Would I be able to get one? I mean, I'm really a human, so...”

Sweetie Belle frowned for a moment before hugging the colt. “Don't you worry about that. I've been trying for mine for a long time now. I know that someday I'll find it. I bet that you have a special talent all your own too.” She released him and stood back up. “Let's hurry now. You gotta meet my sister.”

Phineas nodded, and followed along behind Sweetie Belle once again. He had a lot on his mind, and he hoped that he could sort it all out eventually.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

Sorry for the delay. Here we go, and I hope it's better than the previous two chapters for quality.

Chapter Twenty-Two

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
22

The first thing Rarity saw the moment she faceplanted out of the mirror portal was a pair of brown shoes and white stockings.

“You made it Rarity!” Sweetie Belle's voice was heard, moments before the white mare was wrapped in an odd feeling hug. She could see Sweetie Belle's mane, and smiled as she hugged her sister back.

But something felt off. The body hugging her was all wrong.

Pushing back, Rarity looked into a brightly smiling face that was mostly unfamiliar. Those big green eyes were all too familiar. “Who are you and why do you strike a passing resemblance to my little sister?”

“Rarity, it's me, Sweetie Belle. I got turned into a human. Isn't this neat?” The human girl's familiar green eyes were sparkling.

“Dear me, Sweetie Belle? That really is you?” She looked her sister up and down... and nearly had a fit at what she was wearing. “What in sweet Celestia's name are you wearing?”

Sweetie Belle looked down at her slightly poor fitting clothes. “Oh, this? This is just the normal School uniform.”

“Gah, no. I shan't have my own little sister wear something so hideous and ill fitting.” Rarity's magic lit up, with the intention of pulling that horrid black outfit off the girl.

“Miss Rarity.” A familiar, and stern voice spoke up. “Please refrain from removing the clothing from my student. It is improper. We humans have something called modesty, and lack the same soft coat ponies possess.”

Rairty blinked, her magic halting in the act of attempting to disrobe Sweetie Belle. She looked at the girl, then at Minerva. A sheepish grin crossed her face and she slowly released her magical grip. “So sorry darling. I'd forgotten that little aspect of humans. We ponies don't normally wear clothing. We should though. Fabulous clothing can make all the difference in any situation.”

“Miss Rarity, I do understand where you are coming from.” Minerva smirked and looked down at her own robes, created by the very pony that stood before her. “But in this case, it is not Sweetie Belle who is in need of your expertise. Rather, it is Phineas Malfoy here.” She gestured to Rarity's right.

The mare turned and spotted a rather handsome pegasus colt with soft gray coat and pale blond hair. His eyes were a blue-gray color. “Goodness, I had heard about you, but to see you.” She glanced at Sweetie Belle and winked. “So you really did turn a boy into a colt. I do hope you have been on your best behavior.”

Sweetie Belle nodded, missing Rarity's wink and innuendo. “Phineas is a gentlecolt and a friend. I do feel bad for zapping him with that alicorn spell that changed him, but there's nothing I can do now to undo it.” She hung her head. “I wish I could turn him back, but I don't know how.”

Rarity held a hoof over her mouth as she giggled. “Goodness Sweetie Belle, you needn't worry about that. Princess Twilight says spells always run out after all. Well, eventually.”

Phineas hoped so, even though he did rather enjoy this form. It did have its drawbacks, and had taken some getting used to. Lack of hands being one. He was just glad that he somehow had instinctual knowledge for how a pegasus body worked.

Rarity's face then took on a professional expression as she donned her glasses and produced the tools of her trade from her saddlebags, enchanted much the same way as Sweetie Belle's. "Well, we don't really have time to be chatting. Perhaps later or on another date." With that, she got to work.

Aside from idle chitchat, Rarity remained in work mode, measuring and comparing the materials to Phineas as she plied her trade.

Tempted as she was, the unicorn refrained from making the colt's outfit absolutely fabulous. Rather, she made it nearly identical to Sweetie Belle's pony uniform, only with the Slytherin colors.

After that, she got to work on her sewing machine, impressing Phineas and Minerva with the speed and efficiency that she worked at. For a wizard to work at this speed and accuracy, it would take years of careful practice, enchanted needles, and endless patience and creativity.

But all that was natural for Rarity. It only took her an hour and a half to complete the full uniform, hat included.

Phineas finally got to try on the finished product and was pleased with how well it fit. It even took his wings into account, which Rarity had fussed over quite a bit.

Once done, she turned her attention to her little sister. "I know you have to wear a uniform, as ghastly as it is, but please permit me to at least make you a proper one."

Minerva nodded in agreement. "Sweetie Belle is, in fact, wearing the smallest size that we have available. A custom uniform would have taken a week or more to order. Now, it is getting rather late." With this, she looked at Phineas. "I suggest you do not dally on your way back to your dorm."

"Yes Headmistress." Phineas bowed his head to her before getting a hug from Sweetie Belle. "Oh, and thank you ever so much Miss Rarity. My uniform feels great."

Rarity always felt pride when she received praise. "I am most grateful for your praise. Now, as your Headmistress suggested, you should head off now."

With one final nod, and a final squeeze from Sweetie Belle, Phineas left the office to make his way back to the dorm.

Rarity then looked at Sweetie Belle and frowned. "Now, about your uniform..."

It had taken till almost midnight for the mare to finish her little human sister's uniform, but complete it she did. With that done, Sweetie Belle headed back to her own dorm to get her much needed sleep.

"Miss Rarity, a moment before you return home." Minerva sat back behind her desk and pulled out an envelope from one of the drawers.

"And what is this Minerva?" Rarity accepted the letter, and noted it was addressed to Princess Celestia and Princess Luna.

"If it is not too much trouble, do you think you might deliver this to your Princesses?" Minerva smiled. "It's a request to make a more stable contact between our two worlds."

"Goodness." Rarity beamed. "But of course darling. I will bring it to Canterlot personally tomorrow morning. Is there anything else?"

Minerva thought for a moment. She had much she wanted to ask, but refrained. Best to leave it to the contents of the letter, as well as those who would be partaking in the negotiations. "Nothing at this time. I wish you safe travels."

Rarity nodded, finished packing her belongings, and lit her horn up to activate the mirror.

Nothing happened.

"Goodness me. Did I miscast the spell?" The mare tried again, and again nothing happened. "I am most certain I have cast the spell properly." She looked both concerned, and annoyed. "Perhaps I should have practiced it a few more times under Twilight's guidence."

With no other choice at this time, Minerva stood up. "Very well then. Consider yourself a guest of Hogwarts till such time as you can return home. Hopefully no later than tomorrow night." A glint then formed in her eye. "Perhaps, if it is not too much trouble, you may teach a class tomorrow?"

Rarity looked dumbfounded. "Me? Teach a class? On what?"

"Magic of the Heart."

Phineas was shaken awake by Frey, a little earlier than he would have preferred. The moment he realized who it was, he sat right up. "What are you doing in the boy's dorm? I thought that girls couldn't come in here."

"Got Prof. Snape's permission." She grinned. "We all just got news of a new one time teacher."

Phineas raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? What's so spec..."

"And it's a Unicorn from Sweetie Belle's world." She squeeled in delight. "Oh I can't wait to meet him or her."

The colt blinked, rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned. "Must be Rarity. I thought she was going home after making my new uniform." He spoke as he got out of bed and started dressing.

"You don't sound that impressed."

"I just got woken up from a really nice dream. I was human again, but still able to fly with these wings."

Fray giggled. "Cute. Now hurry up. The class is for all the first years. Well, it's more like a little lecture in the main hall."

"But... breakfast..."

"Just hurry up will you?" Fray rushed out of the dorm, wanting to be up at the front of the classroom.

"Seriously sis?" Sweetie Belle knelt down to look in her older sister's eyes. "You are going to teach a class on unicorn magic?"

"Indeed." She smiled happily. "And it is not just Unicorn magic, but, as your Headmistress termed it, Magic of the Heart." She levitated her note cards. "I sort of feel like Twilight right about now." She giggled as her sister groaned.

"Come on Rarity." She stood up. "Have you ever taught anything in your life?"

"I taught you how to make toast without destroying the kitchen."

"And what an accomplishment that was." Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes. "I was getting better without your help anyways." She recalled the last few times she'd tried cooking unsupervised. "Ok, I get what you mean..."

Scorchmarks, charcoal, bubbling black oozing block of something... and that was just from making the orange juice.

"But I have gotten much better with my magic already."

Rarity nodded, smiled, and pushed her sister out of her little room. "Let us be on our way to the main hall. I am famished, and would love to sample some of this world's cooking."

Sweetie Belle cringed. "Humans are omnivores. They eat pretty much everything."

"That I am aware of already." Rarity remarked. "What I was referring to was the fare that they have been making you."

"Oh." Sweetie Belle blushed. "It's pretty good. The cheese cake is almost exactly as you make it."

"That is wonderful to hear. Now, march young lady."

The Twins, Deuce and Zwei arrived at the main hall in time to see human Sweetie Belle enter before them.

But it was not just her that they saw.

Rather, it was the striking pony that walked alongside her.

"It's true." Deuce actually squeaked in delight. "A real, full power unicorn is going to be giving a class right after breakfast, and only for the first years."

Zwei rolled her eyes, but then smiled brightly. "Yea, I'm excited as well. I've been practicing my own Heart Magic. I think I've been doing good at levitating small things. The levitation charm is more efficient for heavier objects though."

She then realized she was talking to thin air. Sighing, she sported a smile as she entered the main hall.

Said smile poofed out of existence and was replaced with an expression of confusion.

"How did I just end up in the loo?"

"Because I set up a charm to bring you here." a familiar voice spoke moments before an older boy emerged from behind the pillar of wash basins. "Hello Zwei Gemini."

"Scorpius." Zwei scowled. "How did you do this? You couldn't have aparated me."

"I charmed you with a simple spell. You walked all the way here on your own. As we speak, you are missing out on that lame lecture." A dark grin formed on the boy's face. "I need you to do something for me."

"Bloody hell if I'm doing anything for you Malfoy." She turned to leave, but the door slammed shut and clicked. She tried to open the door but as she feared, it was locked. Reaching for her wand, she found she was missing it. She patted herself over, dread starting to form in her heart.

"Looking for something?" Scorpius held up a wand for Zwei to see as she spun around. "Uh, don't even think of trying to take it back, or I will snap it." He held it in both hands to show it was not just a threat. "Now, take a seat. There is much we need to discuss, you and I."

Rarity rarely had the chance to shine as she did right now. Sure, she shone when she produced her garments, or when she ran a fashion show. No, this time, she got to show off her magic. Not her strongest trait, but it was sufficient enough for the class.

Thankfully she had enough of an understanding about how unicorn magic worked. She would have to thank Princess Twilight for that.

Through her little class, she learned that these hornless humans were also capable of minor feats of magic, without relying on their wands. She was delighted to see Sweetie Belle take the lead with what she could do, both with, and without a wand.

But as any good teacher, she didn't place any favor on her own sister, rather focusing on the other young students. Sweetie Belle, after all, was an actual unicorn, so understood this magic better than anyone else here.

One thing she noticed, the stronger bonds of friendship these children had, the more they could accomplish.

Friendship is Magic after all.

After an hour, the class was over, with all of them having a slightly better understanding of this new magical force than before.

Sure, Twilight would have most likely been a better teacher, but she wasn't here, was she? She watched Sweetie Belle interact with Phineas and quite a few young humans. She smiled happily that her little sister was making so many good friends.

Now if this school could only change the dress code.

Through the day, Rarity accompanied Sweetie Belle to all her classes, sitting at the back and keeping out of the way.

She dreaded the potions class, but thankfully there was no brimstone or hellfire or screams. Rather, they brewed a simple headache cure potion.

History of magic. She so wanted to fall asleep from boredom, after her initial shock of discovering that the teacher was not only dead, but an honest to goodness ghost.

Then came Defense Against the Dark Arts. She was intrigued as the teacher discussed the theory behind various spells and counterspells. She found herself jotting down some notes.

Lunch was spent with Sweetie Belle. The food here was passable, if a little bland for her own tastes. Still, she watched as Sweetie Belle ate some more human foods, yet avoiding anything meat based. She wanted to sample some, but was unsure if it would be edible for a pony.

Afternoon classes passed by quickly. She found she really liked the tiny charms teacher, and even partook in the class at his request. She even learned a new spell for making things float, without her having to concentrate on it once cast. Much more energy efficient.

Finally the Theory of Magic class. This gave Rarity more insight on just how human magic worked. Perhaps she would have to acquire a wand of her own.

"So what did you think?" Sweetie Belle asked Rarity as she worked on her homework in the main hall. She had a platter of cookies she was sharing with her friends and sister.

"I must say, you are learning a lot here." Rarity examined one of the cookies. Oatmeal raisin. Pinkie Pie would not be impressed. "I had my doubts, but watching you today showed me that you are indeed taking this seriously."

Sweetie Belle beamed brightly. "Of course I am. I mean, I never thought I'd be able to attend a magic school before."

Deuce and Phineas nodded as they munched on cookies and did their homework.

Zwei simply did her homework, keeping quiet.

Sweetie Belle had noticed this, but figured that her friend was just concentrating on getting all her work done right. "So, you're going home tonight then?"

Rarity nodded. "Yes. It will feel so good to sleep in my own bed tonight."

"I'm glad you could be here today." Sweetie Belle hugged her sister. "Oh, do you want to try my Cloud Skimmer?"

"Goodness me! It sounds interesting, but I do so prefer to keep my hooves on the ground. I am a unicorn after all, not a Pegasus." Rarity paled a little at the thought of flying. She'd rode with Twilight in a chariot a couple times, but had never taken a liking to it.

"Okay." Sweetie Belle released her sister and returned her focus on her homework.

And the cookies.

"Soon Phineas, Sweetie Belle, soon..." Scorpius grinned darkly from where he sat on the far side of the room, narrowing his eyes at Zwei.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

Sorry for the STUPIDLY long delay. RL stuff, and now it being summer...

Chapter Twenty Three (Short)

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
23 (Short)

"Snogging?" Sweetie Belle gave Deuce a confused look.

"Yea." Deuce grinned wide. "I caught a couple from Hufflepuff out in the courtyard last night trying to suck each others tonsels out." He added a chuckle at that point, then saw the mortified look on Sweetie Belle's face. "You ok there Sweetie?"

"Why would they even want to do something like that? That's-that's HORRIBLE!!!"

Let's be fair here. Sweetie Belle IS rather innocent... and not too knowledgeable on the whole British terminology concerning various things.

Deuce had been about to take a bite out of his lunch when Sweetie Belle had made that outburst, which made most of the population of the dining hall turn and stare.

"Uh, you know, they were kissing? Snogging means kissing." He finally explained.

"But, what about sucking each others... uh, what's a tonsil?"

Deuce's face met the hardwood table in disbelief. "Don't ponies have tonsils?" He muttered as he lifted his head slightly.

"Um, I don't know."

Thud. Deuce unceremoniously let his head fall once again as he tried not to burst out laughing.

Sweetie Belle stormed through the halls, huffing and red faced. As she rounded a corner, she nearly ran face first into Zwei's chest, but managed to stop before collision. "Zwei?"

"Oh, Hello Sweetie." Zwei said and looked away. "Sorry, I'm busy right now and can't talk."

The young girl frowned as her friend walked past. For the last few days since Rarity had returned home, she'd been rather melancholy and didn't hang out or talk at all. She knew something was bothering her, but didn't know what, or even how to find out.

Her own mood forgotten and replaced with concern, she thought of the one and only person who might be able to help.

Unfortunately, he was being somewhat of a jerk at the moment.

"Ugh, I could ask Deuce... No, he's being too weird today." The young girl sighed and turned back toward the hall that would eventually lead to the Griffindor dorm. Maybe someone there could give her some clue as to why her friends were acting so strange.

Rounding another corner, she spotted yet another one of her friends. "Phin!" She called out.

The boy turned colt looked up from the book he was reading and smiled. "Hi Belle. How are you today?"

"Ugh... Being teased by Deuce, and Zwei is acting all weird and teasing me. I really don't understand humans sometimes." She plopped herself down next to Phineas and rested her chin in her hands, propped up by her knees. "This sucks. Tomorrow my two friends from Ponyville are coming to visit again, and all this is happening."

Phineas had met them on their last and first visit. Oddly, that was when he first started to feel like he could like the ponies. Then again, he owned a pony back at home... Not that he'd admit it to Sweetie Belle. "Well, think of it like this. You'll have more reason to hang out with... um, what were their names again?"

"Scootaloo and Applebloom."

"Right." Phineas nodded. "So, they're both girls like you, right?" He turned to look at Sweetie Belle, who was no longer there.

Rather, she'd been replaced by a pile of clothes with something small struggling about inside.

A moment later, a small white pony head poked out. "Hey! I'm a pony again!" She squeeled with delight and hugged Phineas. "I'm me again!" She hopped clear out of the clothes, and lit up her horn. Her human uniform was neatly folded up and her wand stored away in her mane.

"That's awesome. You can use your Cloud Skimmer again." Phineas beamed brightly. "Want to go for a flight?"

"You bet. Let me just go get my proper uniform and stuff. I'll meet you in the courtyard." Sweetie Belle galloped off as fast as her little legs could move her.

It felt great to be in the sky again. Flying on a broom, even though she could grip it with human hands, had not been as relaxing as on her flying board. For starters, just sitting on the broom was uncomfortable...

Phineas freely flew about, bouncing off the castle walls and buzzing some of the other students who were outside.

Sweetie Belle flew more casually, not performing any tricks. After all, she was no stunt flier. She watched as Phineas would push himself, trying some stunts that he'd seen pilots in their airplanes perform.

It was easy for him, what with the smaller mass and his sleek, long wings.

Scootaloo was going to be jealous. Maybe.

"Hey Belle!" Phineas flew down next to his friend. "Want to go up and sit on the clouds again?"

Sweetie Belle smiled and nodded. She had been missing the fluffyness of the clouds for a while now. Once they reached the barrier that surrounded the school and passed through it, they flew up higher till they reached the lower clouds. A casting of the Cloud Walk spell, and Sweetie hopped off her board and relaxed on pure fluffy clouds.

Phineas landed next to her and lay down. "I haven't been up here since our last time here."

Sweetie Belle rolled onto her back and looked over to her friend. "Why not? You can fly up here anytime you want."

"Dunno. It feels like it would be too lonely without somepony here." He smiled softly as he spoke.

The filly blushed a little, then sighed and looked up at the higher sky.

The colt rolled onto his back and did the same.

It would be too easy to return Sweetie Belle to her human form. A simple spell, and that would be that.

No, he didn't want to kill the little pony. He doubted that his brother or that dumb board could support her, which would mean she'd fall to her death.

No, there were worse things than death after all.

"Hmm, how about this little charm." He pointed his wand, took careful aim, and softly cast the spell. "Need it want it." He hit Sweetie Belle exactly as he'd intended.

Scorpius grinned darkly and sunk back into the cloud he'd been using as coverage, then quickly flew back toward Hogwarts.

"S-Sweetie Belle?"

"Hmm?"

"I... I want you..."

"Uh, what?" Sweetie Belle had been laying on the cloud, relaxing and almost dozing off when she heard Phineas speak. She opened her eyes and looked up at the colt, and saw his expression. Hearts floated in his eyes as he gazed upon her. "Wait, what?" She squeeked and rolled to the side and onto her Cloud Skimmer as Phineas lunged at her.

"I want you! I must have you!" He lunged again, but Sweetie Belle was off as fast as she could move.

"What is going on? Why is Phineas acting like that?" She asked herself as she dove for the castle. She aimed for the balcony leading into the Griffindor common room and landed, quickly diving into the safety of the doors.

A moment later she heard a thud and looked back. Phineas was sprawled out on the barrier that kept the other house members from entering the doors. He slid down said barrier and landed on the deck.

"What was that about..." She muttered and then turned to see a few Griffindors staring at her.

With hearts in their eyes.

"Oh no..." Sweetie Belle bolted, weaving past them all and ran for the main door. She had to reach Headmistress Mcgonnagal as fast as she could, and hopefully avoided contact with anyone else.

Being chased was not unfamiliar to her. She'd already experienced this once before when Scootaloo and Applebloom had first visited, only this time, she had a feeling she knew why this was happening.

"That spell that Princess Twilight told me about..." She muttered to herself as she dove into a small storeroom to try to loose the four or five Griffindors who were after her. "The Want It Need It spell..." She shuddered. "But how could anyone here even know such a spell?"

Then it dawned on her. "Scorpius... He had to be the one to cast it on me..." She frowned and looked around the store room. Spotting an empty cardboard box, she upturned it over her body and poked a couple eye holes into it. Hopefully if nobody could actually see her, they wouldn't be effected as well.

Leaving the storeroom after making sure the coast was clear, she started moving with as much stealth as a tiny pony in a cardboard box could, while walking on hard stone tiles...

Sweetie Belle was making good time, all things considered. She'd avoided being spotted so far.

"I found her!"

"Eep!" Sweetie Belle cowered in her box and heard a bunch of footprints heading her way...

And then running past and down the hall away from her.

Opening her eyes, she peeked out the eye holes in her box and carefully looked around.

Seeing the coast was clear, she carefully made the final stretch to reach the stairs to the Headmistress' office.

Finally climbing to the top, she cast aside the box and knocked on the door. "Please be here. Please be here." She pleaded to herself, seeing as there was nobody else around at the moment.

"Come in."

Sweetie Belle quickly threw open the door and dove in, kicking it shut behind her. "Headmistress! I need your help. I got a spell cast on OOF!!!"

The filly found herself suddenly scooped off her hooves and into the arms of Minerva Mcgonnagal...

"I hate my life..."

To Be Continued...

Chapter Twenty Four

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
24

It had all been thanks to Prof. Valery Blackwood that Sweetie Belle was no longer being mauled by most of Hogwart's staff.

Okay, less mauled and more mass hugged.

Well, for Sweetie Belle it was a severe mauling.

She never wanted to be hugged by Rettimus Snape ever again.

Why was the staff mass mauling the little filly?

Well, simply because she'd entered not too long before a staff meeting was to begin. Shortly after the teachers started arriving, Sweetie Belle started getting more and more hugs from all of them.

Thankfully, Prof. Blackwood was somehow unaffected by the strange charm that had been placed upon the filly.

Exhausted, Sweetie Belle was carried by none other than Hagrid back to her own room where she could recuperate and recover.

As she slept, she was unaware of a deep starry glow that emanated from the Lunar Wand, wrapping around her horn and intertwining with her own pale green magic...

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy tossed and turned in his sleep. Never before had he had trouble sleeping, but tonight, something felt wrong.

He didn't notice the swirling blue/green starry filled pony form pass unhindered through the dorm wall. Nor did he notice the tiny form float over him for a few moments before diving into his head.

Scorpius bolted upright and looked around. His vision was slightly blurred from sleep, but quickly cleared.

"This isn't my room..." He looked around the brightly colored room, filled with all sorts of toys.

Oddly, the dolls were all of ponies or griffons or other such creatures. There were paintings on the walls depicting beautiful, bright landscapes, including a tall castle jutting majestically from the side of a high pinical mountain.

"The hell is all this?" He sat up and slipped out from the bed, only to fall over onto his face, his balance somehow failing him. "Ugh, what?" He pushed himself up with his hands, and got a good look at a pair of soft pink hooves, an equally soft pink and fluffy coat, and a feeling of dread that now filled his entire being.

Had that little witch wanna-be done to him what she had done to his brother? Almost panicking, Scorpius spotted a tall, full length mirror and dragged himself over. Peaking into view of his reflection, he came face to face with a pony.

It had to be, maybe, a little larger than Phineas as a pony. Soft pink, fluffy coat, his own hair style and color, and his own blue eyes, only larger than ever before. He looked so damned cute.

But unlike Phineas, he lacked wings, and unlike Sweetie Belle, no horn either.

"What the devil?" He stood up and glared at his reflection, feeling his forehead and sides. "Why don't I have a horn or wings? What did that little witch do to me."

"We did nothing." A gentle, soft voice spoke.

Looking into mirror, Scorpius saw a strange blue and green ghostly being with what looked like stars floating within floated there. Turning around, the colt saw nothing. Looking back he watched the strange entity emerge from the mirror like it was a pool of water.

"Thou who would torment us." It hovered around Scorpius. "Thou who would torment thy own flesh and blood." It hovered above the now cowering colt, seeming to grow larger. "Thou who shalt now be punished for thy vile deeds." It lunged, a massive maw expanding, filled with sharp teeth.

Scorpius screamed and bolted. He ran for the door, but it was no longer there. Rather, he found himself running down an endless corridor, that massive maw devouring everything in its path.

The colt spotted a door and dove through, slamming it shut behind him. His chest was heaving for breath now. "What the devil was that? It sounded like... Almost like Sweetie Belle and another, deeper voice at the same time. But how could she do that. This isn't an illusion. There's no way to make one this complex... Is there?"

He did have to admit that he had no understanding of the little pony's magical extent. After all, she could use both a wand and her own magic from that horn of hers.

Finally, he caught his breath and looked around the oddly warped room. White and pink tiles covered the floor while slightly warped pillars of white and pink marble held up... clouds?

All along floor, lining the walls, were stuffed animals of all sorts.

No, not animals, people.

Approaching a pile, he recognized some of them. Muggles he'd tormented in the past.

Looking at more of the plush humans and animals, he came to remember each and every one of them. Animals, muggles, mudbloods, and even some purebloods that he had made to be fools or minions through the use of his manipulation or magic.

"What is all this?" He asked nobody. He was the only one here after all, right?

"We are the tormented. The damned. The cursed." The dolls started lifting their heads, some starting to drag themselves with sharp, choppy movements. It was like something out of a horror movie that Scorpius would watch and laugh at.

Only now he was not laughing.

He had no magic to blast these dolls, even as they took on horrific, twisted features.

"Uh... Bugger this..." He turned back to the door and threw it open, only to see an endless abyss past deadly sharp, gnashing teeth. "Eeep!" He jumped back, slamming the door shut and spun about. He spotted the door on the far side of the room and made a mad break for it. Jumping, diving, sliding, bounding off pillars, all to avoid the nightmare dolls. Some nearly caught him, yet he managed to reach the door.

Only to find it was locked. Looking back, he saw nothing but a wall of those he'd hurt in the past...

They engulfed him, and each in turn showed him the life they lived while under Scorpius' magic or manipulations.

Cruelty, pain, suffering, starvation, homeless, and so much more, all because of Scorpius.

All he could do now was scream...

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

Sorry for the 2 short chapters, but I am building up too something.

Chapter Twenty Five

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
25

Sweetie Belle sat and stirred away at her oatmeal as she sat at the Gryffindor table. All the Gryffindors were present, talking and/or eating breakfast.

She was deep in thought about that strange dream she had last night. She'd chased after some pink coated, blond maned pony. Other than that, she couldn't remember anything else about it.

The filly was shaken from her thoughts by someone calling out “Mail!”

Blinking and looking around, she saw all the students looking up. She followed their gaze and saw a whole lot of owls flying in through the open windows.

It was certainly a sight to behold, that was for sure.

Hold on...

Was that Owlolicsius?

It couldn't be.

But it was, and he was carrying a package, and flying right for her.

The small owl landed and placed the plain package before her. He looked a little winded, but otherwise fine.

“ Owlolicsius? What are you doing here?”

“Who.”

“You.”

“Who?”

Sweetie Belle sighed. She'd seen Twilight fall into that trap with the mischievous owl on more than one occasion. “Is that for me?” She looked at the owl's cargo, and saw her name written on it.

It was not Twilight's writing. It was flowing and very elegant.

“Thank you Owlolicsius.” She beamed and accepted the parcel and then paused. “Hold on, how did you get here from Equestria?”

“Who.” Yea, Sweetie Belle was not going to get a straight answer from the ball of feathers.

“...” Sweetie Belle knew better than to fall for that again. Not that she'd admit, but she had once spent over half an hour responding to his 'Who' comments. Twilight had been the one who saved her from another half hour.

She opened the parcel and found, wonder of wonders, a framed photo of Sweetie Belle, her two best friends, her sister and all her friends, as well as Princess Celestia and Princess Luna.

“Dear Sweetie Belle.

All of us back in Equestria decided to have this frame made for this Photo that was taken last Summer Sun Celebration. We hope it help you remember where you come from, and where you are always welcome to come back too at any time.

Princess Luna of Equestria”

“What's that?” Janna leaned over and took a peak. “A photo?”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “Yes, it's a gift from Princess Luna.” She hugged the gift, feeling better than she had in quite some time.

“It looks nice.” Berty added, taking a look-see at the photo. “Say, Princess Luna is the one who visited us on Halloween, right?”

Sweetie Belle nodded again. “Yes, she is. All the Princess's are the best in my book, though I think Princess Luna is a little more best than the rest, with Princess Twilight being right behind her, almost equal.”

Her friends and housemates looked at one another for a few moments, then they all chimed as one. “Sweetie Belle is best Pony.”

Sweetie Belle blushed a bright pink.

…

Scorpius had taken some time to get up and ready for breakfast, thanks to that freakish nightmare he'd had last night. He knew the tiny pony had to have had something to do with it, and he was going to find out her secret.

The boy tapped on his wrist, and within minutes, a younger girl stepped around a corner. “What do you want now Scorpius?”

Zwei was not at all pleased with how things had been going of late, but she knew there was little she could do about it.

“I want you to find out anything about that little animal that calls itself Sweetie Belle, her wand, and what magic she knows or is in possession of.” He leaned forward slightly, glaring into the younger girl's eyes. “Do this, and I will consider releasing you, but only if I am pleased with the results.”

“Fine... Like I have any say in the matter.” Zwei turned away and paused, glancing back over her shoulder. “Break this promise, and I will not care about the consequences and WILL go to the Headmistress concerning this.” She then exited the room, leaving a grinning Scorpius behind.

“Oh trust me, if you do that, then it will be the end of your magical life.”

…

Zwei sighed as she entered the main hall. It only took a few moments to spot Sweetie Belle, seated at the table with the rest of House Gryffindor. She thought back to her 'talk' with Scorpius.

'All I have to do is find out what magic she possesses. Right, like that'll be easy. She's a magical unicorn after all. She created that Cloud Skimmer of hers. She turned into a winged unicorn and turned Phineas into a pony, permanently apparently. She personally knows some of the most powerful magical beings I can imagine. She has her own magic and can use a wand and spells. She owns some magical items as well.' The eleven year old girl frowned a little and headed for the Ravenclaw table, but sat apart from her house mates.

She nibbled at her breakfast, not really even enjoying her food as she continued thinking. 'Just how am I supposed to figure out all her secrets? Sure, she's open and friendly, but I doubt she's shown us everything she can do.'

“Penny for your thoughts my dear?” An unfamiliar voice spoke behind her.

Zwei hadn't even heard any footsteps or sensed anything approaching. She spun around, her spoon still in her mouth and saw a tall, slender man standing there. His clothing looked positively mismatched, down to his socks. His hair was wild and gray. A single fang protruded from his mouth, and most odd were his eyes. The parts that were normally white were yellow, and the iris' were red. His eyebrows were quite prominent and bushy.

“Who... Who are you?”

“Me? I am just a visitor here at Hogwarts. Call me Mr. Tumult.” He grinned down at her. Zwei could see his skin had a strange gray tone to it. “I just saw someone who looked so sad, yet deep in thought. I couldn't just stand by and let someone who looked so troubled be alone.”

“Well, Mr. Tumult, I never asked for any attention from anyone. I don't need anyone's help. Especially a stranger's.” She had an angry tone to her voice, but kept the volume down so as not to attract any attention.

“Come now. I am just here for the day, and you see, I am here to see a certain... somebody. I got the feeling that you know her.” He smiled at Zwei as he fiddled with his horrible tie that looked to have been stitched together with random parts of all the house's ties. “Do you think you could point out Sweetie Belle for me?” He looked around the room, seeming to search for his target. “She should be about your age and similar in height. Maybe with pink and purple hair and lovely green eyes.”

“What do you want with my friend?” Zwei was suspicious now. There was something about this man that set the hair on the back of her neck on end. Oh yea, and the goosebumps were out in full force. Even Scorpius didn't make her this nervous.

“Your friend?” Mr. Tumult chuckled and lowered his face close her hers. “Now why would a 'friend' even consider betraying one they call a friend?”

“Wh...” Zwei choked up. “Who are you? What do you know about me?”

“Oh nothing. Only that I get the vibe that you are about to do something that will hurt not only yourself, but others as well.” He took a seat next to the girl and picked up a sausage and sniffed at it before tossing it back on the plate, a look of distaste on his face for a moment. “Now Zwei Gemini. I am here at the bequest of a friend of Sweetie Belle's. One who has a vested interest in her well being.”

“Are... are you a pony?” Zwei narrowed her eyes.

“Goodness no. I am nothing of the sort. I am, simply, what you see.”

“Someone with the worst fashion sense in the history of anything.”

Mr. Tumult chuckled, the snapped his fingers. There was a brief flash and the pair were suddenly in another room. It looked like a bedroom, with a tall mirror set against one wall. “Do you know where we are now?”

“No.” Zwei looked around, spotting something that told her exactly where she was. “Wait, that's Sweetie Belle's Cloud Skimmer. Is this her room?” Her eyes went wide. “How did you do that? I mean, bring us here? That didn't feel like aparation at all.”

“Ah my dear Zwei. Of course that wasn't... er, whatever you called it.” He walked over to the mirror. “You see, a friend of a friend of a friend told me they saw you were troubled, so I took it upon myself to come and see if I could help. Though I had to promise to be on my absolute best behavior.”

Zwei spun around to glare at Mr. Tumult, but the man she thought would be there wasn't.

Rather, in his place was the strangest creature she had ever seen. In an instant she pulled out a stick of licorice and pointed it at the thing before her. “Wh... what are you... and what happened to my wand?”

“Oh poo. Listen up deary, you're in a bit of a pickle, so I am here to help. Sadly, my powers seem sorely lacking in this world, so we're going to have to go somewhere else where my powers are at their fullest.” The totally mismatched creature snapped a talon and the mirror lit up. “Come along now. You do not want to miss this.”

Before Zwei could refuse, she floated off the floor and was dragged through the mirror...

…

Sweetie Belle sensed it.

Equestrian magic, but not pony magic. She knew this sensation, and knew it only came from one being in existence.

The filly bolted from the table and galloped at full speed for her room.

And as usual, the castle halls, stairs and doors were not on her side. It took her nearly twenty minutes to make the trip.

But as she arrived in the Gryffindor common room, she didn't slow down and rushed right into her own room.

The mirror was still lit up, and on the other side...

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

IT LIVES!!!

Tumult : noun

BrE /ˈtjuːmʌlt/ ; NAmE /ˈtuːmʌlt/ (formal)
1. a confused situation in which there is usually a lot of noise and excitement, often involving large numbers of people
the tumult of war
A tumult of shouting and screaming came from within the house.
They waited for the tumult to die down.
Soon all was in tumult.
2. a state in which your thoughts or feelings are confused
a troubled mind in tumult
He was shaken by the tumult of his feelings.

Chapter Twenty Six

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
26

Sweetie Belle knew she shouldn't do this, not on her own, but she was worried.

Not so much that her mirror seemed to be showing the interior of Twilight's castle.

More-so that she had felt Discord's magic.

As she was about to step though the mirror, the door to her room flew open and Ms. Mcgonagall burst in, looking around and looking quite panicked. She then spotted Sweetie Belle standing right in front of the mirror, and an active portal.

“Sweetie Belle! You step away from that portal right now. I sensed something dangerous coming from this room.” She strode over and stepped between the filly and the mirror.

“Yoink!” A lion's paw suddenly reached out of the mirror and grabbed the tall woman, who had the most startled expression on her face one could imagine.

She was then pulled through the portal like a rag doll.

Sweetie Belle's eyes had gone wider than ever at seeing this. A few moments later she rushed ahead through the portal.

…

Minerva was not one to scream like a little girl, but the moment she felt and saw the lion paw on her shoulder, and a grip she knew she'd never be able to break, the scream came out on its own.

A moment later, she landed on her back, staring up at the strangest looking creature ever. Even she could not have imagined something that looked this... strange.

The look on its face was not at all hostile, but rather highly amused.

“Why hello there Mini.” The masculine voiced creature started to help Minerva to her hooves when a small white and fluffy filly came flying out of the mirror and landed on her belly. “Oh, and hello too you too Sweetie Belle. We were expecting you.”

“What is the meaning of this?” Mcgonagall rolled too her hooves after Sweetie Belle hopped off her.

“We're sorry about this.” It was Princess Twilight who spoke, entering the room though the high arched doorway. “But I had to send Discord though the mirror to rescue one of your students.”

Minerva was not pleased, but was also quite confused. “What do you mean by that? What was happening with one of my students?”

“Um...” A new voice spoke from behind Twilight. Emerging into view was a little Unicorn filly, with long brown mane and tail, green eyes, and a soft cream colored coat. “Hello Headmistress.”

Minerva blinked. She knew that voice. “Zwei Gemini?”

“Yes...” She hung her head and looked away, a look of shame on her face.

“Princess Twilight, I demand to know what is going on here.”

Twilight nodded. “Come along with me please, you too Sweetie Belle. I'll explain what I know of this situation.”

Leading the small group through the halls, Twilight seemed to be gathering her thoughts. Mcgonagall noticed this and kept quiet. She was not pleased, but felt that the Princess had her reasons for doing what she'd done.

She also kept an eye on the creature named Discord, who simply floated along like it was the simplest thing in the universe, and chatted away with Sweetie Belle as she too floated alongside him. She would giggle at his strange antics.

Oddly, the magic she could feel from him was the magic she'd felt back in Hogwarts. Strange as this Discord looked, he radiated not a single hint of danger. Sure, his presence and form confused her to no end, but there was no hostility or danger emanating from him at all.

Finally the small troupe entered a room with six thrones that were set around a crystal table.

Sitting on five of the thrones were some familiar ponies.

“Headmistress, please have a seat.” Twilight offered the throne that sported her own cutie mark.

Feeling a little nervous, the earth pony sat down before looking at the assembled ponies (and chaos creature). “Now will you please explain what is going on here?”

Twilight nodded. “Last night Princess Luna felt despair and hatred coming from somewhere close to Sweetie Belle. She entered the dreams of one of your students and discovered that this little one here...” She gestured to Zwei, “She's been manipulated by one of your other students to cause harm to Sweetie Belle. I would have sent you a missive, but there was no time. We had to act immediately.” She then gestured to Discord. “This is Discord, the spirit of Chaos. He's a friend and offered to go get the one who would have been the most hurt by the actions she was going to be forced to partake in.”

Minerva nodded. She kept quiet as Twilight kept on with her explanation. “There is at least one at Hogwarts who holds so much anger and hatred in his heart, and was directing it at Sweetie Belle. He was forcing Zwei to do things she didn't want to do, by blackmailing her.”

This time the Headmistress spoke up. “I can only assume it is Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.” She sighed. “I knew something like this might happen, and I had already taken steps to protect all my students from anything he might do. It seems, however, I had not taken into account that he would have the audacity to force others to perform these deeds.” She smiled at Zwei. “It is alright Ms. Gemini. You are not at fault.”

“Actually...” She had a look that told of a deep shame. “I sort of am at fault. I mean, Scorpius discovered something about my family's past that we are all deeply ashamed of... We are of the same bloodline as 'He Who's Name Must Never Be Spoken.'”

Mcgonagall nodded knowingly. “The Ministy of Magic is already aware of that, and we know your branch of that family has nothing to do with 'Him' or any of his past actions.” She smiled at the girl-turned-filly. “I can only assume Scorpius was blackmailing you, threatening to let this be known to all, if you didn't do as he told. Do not worry, I will have this taken care of immediately upon our return.”

Zwei shook her head. “I... I don't want to go back there.”

“But...” Minerva was stunned by this, but as she recovered, Twilight placed a hoof on Zwei's shoulder.

“Headmistress Mcgonagall. I have a proposition. Sweetie Belle is attending your school of magic, yes? Would it be too much to ask that Zwei attend our school of magic here in Equestria? A student exchange, as it were.”

Minerva blinked, and looked to be pondering this suggestion. “I will have to take this up with the Ministry as well as her family. I cannot say I am opposed to this idea in the least, but there are many factors that must be considered after all.”

The Princess beamed a bright smile as she spoke. “I understand, and I will work with you to make this happen, and to help protect both Zwei and Sweetie Belle from this Scorpius.” She then turned to Discord. “And you, Discord... How exactly did you open the portal even though the moon isn't up?”

“That's a rule.” Discord chuckled. “And you KNOW how I feel about rules.”

Twilight facehooved, as did every other pony present, sans Minerva and Zwei.

“I should have seen that coming...” Twilight muttered. “Now, Headmistress...”

“Princess, you can call me Minerva. Please go on now.”

“Yes, of course Minerva.” Twilight smiled. “I would also suggest, perhaps, trading a teacher as well. If we are to have relations between our worlds, why can we not also help out with teaching? I know Sweetie Belle has been telling you, the teachers and her fellow students about our magic, but she is hardly qualified to actually teach much about it.”

Sweetie Belle blushed and looked away innocently.

“Ah, yes, that is true.” Minerva returned Twilight's smile. “This is certainly a good idea. And we can see about sending you a portfolio of potential teachers who can come to Equestria to teach witchcraft and wizardry.”

Fluttershy rose from her throne and approached the fillies. “How about we go for a walk while Twilight and Minerva talk over the details. This is going to be boring school and grown up stuff.”

Sweetie Belle's face nearly split in half from the massive smile on it. She hugged Zwei. “Come on Zwei! There's so much I want to show you.”

Zwei didn't have a chance to refuse as she was led off by her pony friend.

…

“And finally, this is my old school.” Sweetie Belle gestured to the red schoolhouse.

“It's so... small.” Zwei commented. So far, as much as she had been enjoying the tour, her own guilt for what she could have done was weighing down heavily on her heart.

Sweetie Belle giggled. “Well yea, Ponyville isn't really that big. Come on, let's go say hello to Miss Cheerilee and all my friends here.” She then leaned over and whispered into Zwei's ear, “Just keep away from Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. They're meanies.”

“Seems every school has at least one.” Zwei commented, mostly to herself.

Behind the pair, Fluttershy walked along, keeping close, but still with enough distance that she was not crowding the pair.

So far, Zwei seemed to be trying to enjoy herself, but at the same time there was this look in her eyes that told of her sadness. Fluttershy just wanted to wrap her wings around the filly and give her gentle hugs till all her sadness went away.

But Fluttershy knew that would be weird, especially since she hardly knew the pony. So she just followed along, making sure they didn't get into any trouble.

The pair entered the schoolhouse and approached a door. They could hear Miss Cheerilee teaching her students, but this didn't stop Sweetie Belle from knocking on the door.

A few moments later, it opened to reveal a startled looking mare. “Sweetie Belle? Welcome back. Are you back to resume your schooling here in Ponyville?”

The filly shook her head. “No Miss Cheerilee. I'm just here for the day, and I brought a friend along with me to show around Ponyville. I thought I should bring her here to show what our school is like.”

“I see. Well, come on in and let's introduce your friend to the class, then you can take any available seats.” Cheerilee spotted Fluttershy and smiled. Fluttershy returned the smile before turning had heading back toward the castle. She needed to know what was happening with the negotiations.

Zwei stood next to Sweetie Belle as said filly started speaking. “This is Zwei Gemini. She attends the same school of magic I am attending. We had a bit of a rough start, but we quickly became good friends.”

A pink filly wearing a tiara lifted a hoof, but a glare from Cheerilee made her put it back down. “If you have any questions for Zwei, please wait till recess or lunch break. Now, feel free to take a seat.”

“Thank you Miss Cheerilee.” Sweetie Belle smiled and headed into the class, followed by Zwei.

Sweetie Belle took a seat in the middle of the class while Zwei sat next to the filly who had raised her hoof earler.

And then the class resumed.

Zwei listened as Cheerilee explained various things concerning the history of Equestria. While it was fascinating, it was difficult to concentrate with the pink filly casting glares at her. If she had to guess, this was most likely that Diamond Tiara that Sweetie Belle had warned her about. Doing her best to ignore her, Zwei focused on the lesson.

Recess break came pretty quickly, and Zwei found herself quickly being led outside into the schoolyard by Sweetie Belle, and moments later found herself surrounded by virtually the whole class. She was asked plenty of questions about the magic school, and surprisingly those questions were not all thrown at her at once. It seemed these young ponies were polite enough to ask their questions one at a time, taking turns as well.

Sweetie Belle offered Zwei what support she could, and even Scootaloo and Applebloom were there with them. They didn't ask any questions, seeing as they knew the truth about where Sweetie Belle and Zwei's school was.

But then the small crowd parted as a pair of fillies approached. The pink one and a silver and gray one.

“So, you think you're something special? Attending a magic school? You don't even have a cutie mark.” Diamond Tiara scoffed. “Just because you are a...”

“Stupify!” Sweetie Belle growled and stunned the filly. She then pointed her wand at Silver Spoon. “Please don't make me zap you too.”

Silver Spoon blinked, looked at her friend, then at Sweetie Belle and that little stick that had just zapped said friend, then back at Diamond Tiara. “Um, I don't have any questions.” She quickly scooped the stunned filly onto her back and rushed back into the schoolhouse.

Author's Note

Thinking about it, this may result in a little crossover side series focused on Zwei attending magic school in Equestria...

I'll think about it, lol.

Chapter Twenty Seven

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

27

Phineas Malfoy sighed as he relaxed up on a cloud up above Hogwarts. It was a sunny day, with a few conveniently placed clouds here and there, thanks to his own work.

It had taken him some time to figure out how to make a cloud, and now that he could do so in a matter of minutes, he could make himself a nice place to relax pretty much whenever he wanted.

But even then, he was bored.

Sweetie Belle was in detention for some reason, something about stupifying some bully. The details were few and far between, and no one involved was talking about it. So for today, he had no company.

As he relaxed on the cloud, he nearly failed to see a shadow pass overhead...

Glancing up, Phineas gave a startled cry as a large flying creature came barreling down toward him. Barely rolling to the side in time, all he saw was a large brown and white winged creature, with a razor sharp beak and needle sharp talons.

The small pegasus dove through the cloud before the large creature could turn around and come back at him again, but only just barely.

It gave a sound reminiscent of an eagle's cry and the roar of a lion.

A gryphon...

The large monster spun about and dove after the small equine, flying after him and snapping at his tail.

Phineas had never been so terrified in his life as he was now, but he kept that fear in check as he flew for the school below. Thankfully his small size allowed him to fly through an open window, one that was too small for the much larger predator.

But fate was fickle, and before Phineas could stop himself, he crashed into a large pool of water.

There were a lot of girly screams, and as the pony emerged his head from the water, he became aware of a rather frightening fact...

He had flown right into the girl's bath room...

…

Once again running for his life, though this time for an entirely different reason than the threat of being killed and eaten by a large predator, he burst through the doors of the library. He hoped the herd of angry girls would not come in here, seeing as libraries were supposed to be quiet.

But he had no such luck as a few of the pervert hunters entered and spotted the pony.

“There he is! Get the peeping tom!” One girl rallied the other girls with her call.

Phineas was cornered. There was nowhere to go as the girls approached, many still wrapped in little more than their towels. He was about to take the beating of his life when suddenly something grabbed him from above and lifted him to safety...

No, not safety...

The Gryphon had found him once again...

But the monster didn't stand a chance as a dozen wands all blasted it with an assortment of spells, ranging from stunning to blinding and even a couple sleep spells.

Phineas fell free from the monster's grasp and into the clutches of the girls. He awaited to be beaten, tortured, cursed... anything really.

Rather, he felt no pain or discomfort as he was wrapped in the arms of the girls.

“Oh my gosh! Phineas, are you alright?” One girl asked.

“Is that gryphon the reason why you flew into the girls bathroom?” Another asked.

“I...” Phineas kept his eyes closed, mainly because of the number of inappropriately dressed girls who were now swarming him. “I'm sorry. It attacked me and that window was the first thing I saw that might let me escape it.”

“You're safe now, and we understand why you invaded the bath now.” A third girl comforted the pony.

“How did it even get in here?”

“Look, that window up there is open.”

“It's too dangerous, I'll go get a teacher to take care of it.”

Phineas heard all the girls saying words, but his mind was now shutting down, and to make things easier on him, he fainted.

…

“Will he be alright?” A familiar, sweet voice reached his clouded mind.

“Yes Sweetie Belle, Phineas will be alright. He had quite the fright when a gryphon attacked him. Their favorite food is equine meat after all.”

“But, I've met gryphons before and sure they were grouchy, but they were not THAT mean.”

Madam Pomphry giggled. “Well, I think the most traumatic part of this was being caught by all the girls.”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “I know what it's like to be chased by a bunch of girls...” She shuddered at the memory. “So, he's going to be alright then?”

“Yes, all he needs is some rest.” She glanced out the window and spotted Hagrid giving the gryphon a stern talking to about trying to eat one of Hogwarts students. Said creature looked really apologetic, hanging its head in shame. The filly felt that there would not be any further attacks, from that gryphon at least.

“Sweetie Belle?” Phineas opened his eyes and saw his friend sitting next to him. He looked around and realized where he was. “I passed out, didn't I?”

“Hug overdose.” Madam Pomphry stated matter of factually. “I've seen it before. You should be just fine now that you've rested.”

Phineas lay his head back and sighed in relief. “Today was filled with experiences I hope to never experience again, ever.”

Sweetie Belle just giggled. “You'll be just fine. Now, I need to go to detention.” Her smile became a pouty face. “I'll see you later.”

“Detention?” Phineas looked over as Sweetie Belle hopped down off the bed. “Wait, what?”

“I zapped somepony who was being a meany to Zwei, and I got in trouble for it.” She gave a weak smile. “Later.”

Phineas just watched as his friend left the room. “Wait a sec. Some-PONY?”

…

Detention didn't look like it was going to be too bad for the filly as she headed toward a small cottage on the edge of the Dark Forest. She smiled and waved as she spotted the giant of a man as he was chopping wood.

“Prof. Hagrid. I'm here for my detention.”

Said giant shouldered his axe and looked toward the approaching filly. “Why 'ello there Sweetie Belle. You're a bit early. Just come from seeing Phineas?”

Sweetie Belle nodded as she reached one of her favorite teachers. “Yea, and he's going to be alright. He just had a hug overdose.”

Rubius chuckled heartily. “I can bet he did. Now, your detention is going to be to come with me to the village to pick up some supplies I ordered.” He set the axe down on a tool rack and picked up a few sacks. “Got yer saddlebags I see.”

Sweetie Belle nodded, but looked uncertain. “But first years are not allowed to go to Hogsmeade?”

“Special circumstance, and yer not goin' as a wee lil' filly. Prof. Flitwick'll be meetin' us at the school gates.”

The cute little filly looked confused for a moment, but then her eyes lit up. “My necklace?”

“Yer necklace.” Hagrid replied with a wide grin.

…

Human Sweetie Belle walked next to the still towering Hagrid, though not as towering now that she was wearing the necklace Rarity and Twilight had given and enchanted for her. She could see the village in the distance, just down the road. She sort of wished she was in her 'Scorpius' transmogged human form. Sure she was shorter in that form, but it felt better than this taller human form.

But none of that really mattered as she looked way up at Hagrid. “So what are we picking up?” She asked curiously.

“You'll see when we get there. Just a lil' sumthing we'll need for the second part o' yer detention.”

Sweetie Belle gulped nervously. “Second part?”

“Aye. Step lively. We're nearly there.”

The young girl picked up the pace. She wished she was still a little unicorn so she could ride on his shoulder, rather than having to walk all this way on foot. But she was not complaining. She didn't have to write lines, or do extra homework, or even worse of all, apologize to Diamond Tiara again. Once was enough, after all.

Entering the village, Sweetie Belle took some time to look around, swiveling her head one way and then another as the various sights caught her attention. She'd not been able to get that good a look the last time when that pair of humans had tried to ponynap her.

But this time she finally got to see some of the sights, such as shops with all sorts of goods for sale, including a very familiar candy store. She wanted to go in and see if she could buy something, but this was not a fun visit. This was part of her detention... to be denied SWEETS!!!

Finally, there was a building with a worn-out wooden sign hanging over the door, advertising with a 'wild boar's severed head leaking blood onto the white cloth around it', which seemed to be where they were headed. She recalled hearing about this place from some of the older Gryphondors, but didn't really pay all that much attention. She couldn't really even remember the name. Now she wished she had listened more intently to what they were talking about.

As the pair entered the candle lit interior, all sorts of smells hit her pony senses. Sure, she LOOKED human, but she was still actually a pony in disguise after all. “Eww, what's that smell? It's like apple cider went bad.”

Habrid chuckled heartily. “Welcome t' the Hog's Head Pub, an that, lil lass, is th' smell o fresh brewed ale. Yer a tad bit young to have any.” Though it was obvious he wanted a pint or two, he was on business after all. He approached the counter with the young girl in tow. “Good day t' ya. I'm here for the package I ordered.”

The aging man nodded. “Sure thing Rubius, got your parcel in the back. I'll go fetch it.” He turned and limped out from behind the bar and through an old creaky door. Not even a minute later he returned with a plain paper wrapped box a little larger than Sweetie Belle's head. “And do I even wanna know what you're gonna be doing with that?”

“Hogwart's business Abe, Hogwart's business.” Hagrid nudged Sweetie Belle forward. “Ya can carry it.”

Sweetie Belle nodded and accepted the parcel, and was surprised that it was a little heavier than she'd been expecting. Still, she stayed quiet and kept her curiosity in check.

“Good day to the both of you.” The man Hagrid called Abe waved as he slipped back behind the bar to serve one of the customers.

“An you too.” Hagrid then lead Sweetie Belle back outside. The girl squinted her eyes as sun shone down on them, through a crack in the clouds. She'd not realized how dimly lit it had been in there.

“Prof. Hagrid? You said this is part of my detention. What's the other part?” She knew she shouldn't have asked as she followed the teacher, but her curiosity was getting the better of her.

Hagrid chuckled. “Just a lil something fer a critter in the Dark Forest.”

“Critter?” Sweetie Belle pictured something small, cute and fluffy, like many of Fluttershy's critters. You know, like a mouse or ferret, or maybe even a bunny like Angel. Angel was just so cute and adorable and so full of personality.

“Y'll see lil filly.” Was all Hagrid would say on the matter, no matter how much Sweetie Belle asked, directly or indirectly.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

After such a long time, new chapter...

I have plans for how things will be proceeding, so don't worry ^_^

Chapter Twenty Eight

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
28

At the same time that Sweetie Belle was in detention, another youth was waiting impatiently to find out what his own punishment was. Scorpius was not a happy camper, let me tell you.

Currently the boy was sitting on a bench outside the Headmistress's office. He had seen her head up there with a few members from the magic council and his father, and this worried him greatly. He tried to come up with reasons, excuses really, as to why he'd been acting the way he had. Nothing he could think up would be good enough to get him out of the trouble he was now in.

“Are they going to ban me from using magic? I'd be no better than a muggle...” He muttered to himself. “Or worse, Azkaban? No, I'm too young for that place. I hope.”

“Who knows what's going to happen to you.” An amused voice spoke from next to him.

Scorpius nearly jumped out of his skin, but did jump to his feet and turned to face the stranger.

And strange he was.

Grayish skin, yellow and red eyes, gray hair and eyebrows so bushy they could be competition for Hagrid's beard. And his clothes... Stylish, not so much. Mismatched? Very much so.

“Who are you?” The boy demended.

“Call me Mr. Tumult.” He grinned, showing off the fact he sported a single fang. “I'm just here to speak with the Headlessness... no, that's not right. That ghost's head isn't quite off. I meant I am here to speak with the Headmistress. Yes, that sounds correct.”

“Mr. Tumult? I've never seen you around here before.”

“Of course you haven't. Last time I was here, you were nowhere to be seen.” Tumult replied off handedly. “So, you must me Scorpibutt. No, Scorpia...”

Scorpius saw red and pulled out a rabid squirrel from his robes and pointed it at the strange man. It took him only a moment to realize what he was holding and threw it down the hall with a startled cry. “What? What's going on here?”

“Hehehe.” Tumult chuckled. “Come now. Do you think I would really let you cast some flimsy spell at me? I'm much too, oh how to put it? Powerful.” He stood up, towering over the boy, glaring down at him with those strange eyes. “I've been keeping an eye on you of late, and I cannot say I like what I have seen.” He reached over and plucked an eyeball off the boy's shoulder, making him jump back even further.

Tumult somehow got behind him and grasped both his shoulders. “Oh please. Don't be such a wishy washy boy. You've got some skill, I will admit that.”

“Get away from me, you freak.” He surprised Tumult by drawing his wand, the second one he kept on himself. “Don't think I won't hex or charm you.”

The tall man stepped past Scorpius with barely a moment for the boy to realize he'd even moved. Turning, he saw Tumult had simply sat down again, crossing his legs and resting his hands on his knee. “Behave yourself and sit down. You're going in there before me, after all.”

Scorpius did NOT like this man, not one bit at all, but other than that squirrel thing, and that eyeball trick, he'd not really done anything harmful. He glanced toward the squirrel and saw his primary wand laying on the floor, right where the rodent had been thrown. “Accio wand.”

Tumult watched the wand fly back into the boy's hand, where he then stowed them away into his sleeves. The boy then sat down, on the far side of the bench.

Scorpius kept a close eye on the man. He didn't trust him one bit, not at all.

Headmistress Mcgonagal chose that moment to come down the stairs from her office. “Oh, Disc... Mr. Tumult. I was not expecting you till tomorrow.”

“Why hello Minny. Such a pleasure to see you again as well. Was it tomorrow I was supposed to stop by? Goodness me, I seem to have gotten the day wrong. I'll come back tomorrow morning then.” He stood, bowed, and with a snap of his finger, vanished.

Mcgonagal rubbed her temples. “Why him of all... people...” She glanced over at Scorpius. “You, come along.”

Scorpius jumped to his feet and followed. He KNEW he was in a lot of trouble and dreaded what his punishment was going to be.

Up in the office, he saw his father, looking less than pleased, the man known as Harry Potter, and a couple others from the ministry he never bothered to get to know.

“Scorpius.” Harry smiled at the boy. “It's been quite a while, hasn't it?”

“Not long enough.” The boy muttered to himself before speaking up. “Far too long. So, let's get down to business.”

“Fair enough.” Harry sat down and leaned back in the chair.

Mcgonnagal took her seat behind her desk. “Scorpius Malfoy, please stand before me.”

The boy did as asked, trying not to look nervous.

“You know the reason you are here today?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” The Headmistress held up a parchment and looked it over. “The number of charges against you are substantial. You have manipulated, threatened, cursed and nearly brought harm upon a number of your fellow students, muggles and even a few wizards. To this end, you are being expelled from Hogwarts, and from this day forward, you are banned from further education in all things magic, till the day the Ministry of Magic chooses to rescind this verdict.”

“What? I can't learn magic anymore?” Scorpius stared at the woman, totally aghast at her choice of punishment.

“Not at any formal location, no. I cannot keep you from learning magic by other means, however, this does mean you cannot effectively graduate from Hogwarts.” She adjusted her glasses before continuing. “And because of your age, you cannot use magic outside of school or your home.”

Scorpius felt that this was going to get worse before it got better, if ever.

“To that end, your wands will be taken from you, and you will be sent to attend a muggle school for the remainder of your education.”

“A MUGGLE school?” Scorpius sputtered angrily. “You can't be serious.”

“There is another option.” Draco spoke up. “One where you get to keep your wands, and attend a school where you can further your magical education.”

“I'll do it. Wherever it is, I'll go there. I can never give up my wizard's life.”

Harry grinned, almost to the point where his face might split in half. This made Scorpius shudder, and almost reconsider his decision. “Wh-where is this school?”

“Equestria.” Harry replied. “Sweetie Belle's home world.”

“Bugger...”

…

Sweetie Belle was carried into the infirmary by Hagrid, who looked a little amused, where he should be looking concerned.

Madam Pomfrey saw him enter with his precious cargo and sighed. “What happened to her this time?” She asked as she watched the half giant place the tiny pony on one of the cots.

“She's plum tuckered out. Made 'erself a new friend she did, in the Dark Forest of all places.” He replied. “Who knew this wee lil darling could charm a griffin.”

“She did what?” Pomfrey paled. “You took her into the forest to find a griffin? They love horse meat.”

“This one ain't gonna be eatin no more horses. Sweetie gave im what's good for, she did.”

Pomfrey sighed and looked down at the filly, and noticed she was hugging a large golden brown feather. “Don't tell me she pulled out one of its feathers.”

“Not at all. He gave it too her.”

The nurse was at a loss for words.

“Not only that, but she can talk griffin, well, it seems she can.”

“What? They don't have a language that humans, even wizards, can learn.”

Hagrid chuckled deeply. “But it seems she can. Seems she's met griffins back in her homeland.”

“Oh... so that's where she learned it?”

Hagrid shrugged. “I dunno. Makes sense to me.”

“Nothing about this girl makes any sense at the best of times.” Pomfrey replied plainly as she carefully removed the feather from the unicorn's gentle grasp and set it on the stand next to the cot. She then placed a blanket over Sweetie Belle. “Well, let her rest up a bit then. Be on your way Rubius.”

“Any time Poppy.” He winked at her before leaving.

…

Sweetie Belle awoke not too long later and sat up. “Infirmary again. Maybe I should get a bed reserved for myself in here.” She looked around and spotted the feather, a huge smile playing across her face as she levitated it onto the bed.

“Awake are you?”

“Madam Pomfrey, hello. Yes, I'm awake.” She blushed sheepishly. “Sorry I'm in here so often.”

“This time was no problem. You were just exhausted is all. Drink this up and you'll feel better in no time.”

Sweetie Belle accepted the cup and looked in, seeing something white and milky. It smelled a little sweet too, which was not the norm for Pomfrey's potions and tonics. “What is it?”

“Warm milk with a little honey.” Pomfrey answered with a slight smile. “Drink up now.”

Sweetie Belle smiles and took a sip. It was warm, creamy and sweet. Yup, warm milk with honey. She drank it down and sighed happily. “Thank you Madam Pomfrey.”

“You are welcome. Now scoot. Get out of here and take that feather. It's unsanitary.”

Sweetie Belle nodded and levitated the feather with her unicorn magic as she left, heading directly, or as directly as the school allowed, back to her room.

She added the feather to her treasures in her room and looked them all over. The books of magic Princess Twilight gave her, the emerald flame candle that let her send and receive letters from home, her magic saddlebags that could hold more than they should, a gift from Rarity and enchanted by Twilight. Then there was the key to her vault at Gringots. #1432 was clearly stamped onto the handle. Her cloud skimmer, something that she'd made herself, but with materials sent to her from her friends. The Lunar Wand made from dragon horn ivory with a core made from a shard, or was it shavings? From Princess Luna's own horn.

But her most treasured treasure was the photo of her friends and family. This was set in a nice frame and rested on the stand next to her bed, where she could look at it before she went to sleep every night.

“Oh, Applebloom and Scootaloo are coming to visit this weekend. I should see about getting her cloud skimmer made.” She giggled and started on a letter to Twilight. She's already asked for the materials earlier, but she was wanting them as soon as possible. Scootaloo's special talent, after all, was flying one of these things.

After writing it, she sent it off by burning it with the candle.

“I hope I can get this made before they arrive.”

“Oh yes, that would be delightful for your friend.” A familiar voice spoke up as a strangely familiar man walked into her room, ignoring her barrier. “Hello Sweetie Belle.”

“Who are you and why do I get the feeling I know you?” She eyed the man suspiciously, trying to figure out who he was.

“Oh come now. You know who I am. I'm unforgettable.”

“Discord?” Sweetie Belle's eyes went wide. “What are you doing here?”

He laughed lightly. “I am not Discord. He's back in Equestria. I am Mr. Tumult over here. I don't think these simple humans could handle my true beauty.” He struck a pose, his hand on his chest.

Sweetie Belle blinked a few times, then giggled. “Hello Mr. Tumult. What brings you here... and how can you enter my room?”

“I came to visit Minny, but it seems I am a day early. It's such a bother to be hopping back and forth through the mirror all the time. Oh yes, and I came to deliver this letter to you from your little friend.” He searched through his vest and pants pockets, seeming to be unable to find the letter. He then blushed, pulled off his shoe and pulled out a rolled up scroll. “Here you go.”

With that, he simply stepped through the mirror and was gone, even though the portal hadn't been activated.

Sweetie Belle plucked the letter out of the air, where it had simply been floating and unrolled it. As she read, a smile spread across her face.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

Woo, another chapter, and the fate of Scorpius has been decided. Poor bugger.

And no, before you ask, Mr. Tumult is NOT going to be the new Magic from the Heart teacher. He's just the messenger, completely bypassing the Ministry of Magic. Neither will it be any canon pony. You have been warned. OC Pony ahead...

Chapter Twenty Nine

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
29

A tiny white and fluffy pony bounced happily through the halls of the ancient school. Most who saw her smiled at her antics, though few knew why she was being so energetic.

Why was Sweetie Belle so happy right now? Maybe it had to do with a letter she'd received just days ago.

“Hey Sweetie Belle.” Deuce finally managed to catch up to his tiny friend. “What's gotten you so bouncy? Still not going to tell me? I've been asking for days now. And please, when can you tell me what's going on with my sister. I'm really worried even though you keep telling me there's no reason to be worried at all.”

Sweetie hopped up and into Deuce's arms, initiating a carry session. “I'm so happy I found you. I finally got permission to tell you what's up with Zwei.”

Deuce's eyes lit up. “Really?”

"Really really.” The boy's precious cargo replied with a beaming smile and sparkling eyes. “She's been accepted as a transfer student.”

“Wait, what?” Deuce stopped in his tracks and held Sweetie Belle out at arms length, looking into her eyes. “Transfer student? Where would she even...” Then the spark of realization hit him “Equestria? She's going to be going to school in your homeland?”

The pony went all bobbly head for a moment. “Yup. She's going to be going to Princess Celestia's school for gifted unicorns.”

“Unicorns? But my sister is a human. I mean, yea, she's a witch and can use magic, but...”

“And I'm not a human, attending Hogwarts. There used to be a law against non-humans attending here, but that got changed years ago. That's why I can attend. You don't see any non-humans here simply because the Ministry hasn't really made that fact public to the wizarding world.”

Deuce blinked a few times as he let this news register. “So, what you're saying is, even though it's a school for gifted unicorns, other races can attend?”

“No, it's for unicorns.”

“But you just said that my sister is attending... oh snap... you didn't. You turned her into a pony just like what you did with Phineas?”

“Nope. Nopony turned her into a unicorn.”

“My head is starting to hurt Sweetie Belle.”

A cute giggle came before an explanation. “Simply by traveling to Equestria, she became a Unicorn, just like how Scorpius became an Earth Pony, though it seems he's been transferred to Equestria as well.”

Deuce snarled. “Hold on. HE'S been transferred to the same school my sister's been sent to? But, wait, you said he's an Earth Pony... How can he be... no, wait. You said transferred to Equestria, not to the Princess's school.” He relaxed a little. “I'm confused. So, just going to your world turns you into a pony.”

Sweetie Belle nodded. “Oh, and as part of the trade, a teacher from Celestia's school is going to be coming to teach Heart Magic here at Hogwarts.” She beamed brightly. “I hope it's Princess Twilight.”

“That would be interesting.” Deuce hugged Sweetie again and finally resumed on toward defense against the dark arts class. “This is going to be the best first year of learning magic, ever. I wonder who the teacher will be and what they'll be like.”

“I wasn't told any of that.” She looked up at Deuce. “But I was told that they're an amazing teacher.”

Deuce smiled. “Best year ever.”

…

Prof. Blackwood entered the classroom shortly after Deuce and Sweetie took their respective seats. “Good morning to the lot of you. Today, we are going to be learning how to protect yourselves against a groot. Now, don't be misled. These small plant creatures can be very dangerous when provoked, and are known to be pranksters.” She walked over to her desk and lifted a cloth off a small cage.

“I am Groot.” It spoke in a tiny voice.

Then the cage exploded as roots and vines went everywhere. Startled cries and screams filled the classroom as the tiny plant creature reigned havoc over everything.

Blackwood was pretty much at ground zero and was currently occupying a rather compact cocoon.

Most of the students experienced the same fate, but some were lucky enough to either be seated at the back of the class, or to be smaller than the groot had been expecting, and they managed to escape.

Four humans and a pair of pint sized ponies were the only ones to get out of the class and slam the door shut.

“What the heck is going on in there?” Fray Brooks demanded. “Shouldn't Prof Blackwood been prepared for something like this?”

“How should I know.” A boy by the odd name of Plinkard Skrub replied as he straitened his Hufflepuff scarf.

Lily Sprat, Plink's deskmate leaned against the door as Fray cast a locking spell on it. “How can a tiny thing like that do all that to begin with?”

Sweetie Belle placed an ear to the door. “It's gotten quiet in there. Maybe it's calmed down and we can try talking to it?”

Her pegasus friend, Phin, shook his head. “I doubt it. I bet we'd need to use fire magic. I don't know any fire magic yet.”

“I doubt any of us do.” Adalaed Crouch, a Ravenclaw girl shrugged. “What I do know is that we should go get help.”

“Don't you fret none by dears.” A soft, melodic voice greeted the six. They all turned to face the source of the unfamiliar voice and gasped.

None of them had ever seen her before, not even Sweetie Belle, but walking gracefully toward them was an amber coated pegasus. Her golden mane was done up in a stylish bun, and her tail tired near the end with a simple ribbon. Her large, soft pink eyes scanned each child in turn.

“Who are you?” Fray demanded, being the largest of the students present, she took a defensive stance between her classmates and this strange pegasus.

“My name is Radiant Heart. I am here at the request of Princess Celestia to teach all I can on the subject you have come to call Heart Magic.” She offered a kind, reassuring smile. “Now, may you please tell me what is going on in that class?”

Sweetie Belle was quick to start explaining. Soon, Radiant Heart was up to speed on the situation. “Well now. This seems to be an interesting situation. Phineas Malfoy, You and Sweetie Belle stay back out of the classroom. Adalaed Crouch, you stay here as well. The rest of you have what you need to take care of the situation easily enough. Now, you three hand me your wands. You will not be needing them.”

Lily frowned as she pulled her wand from within her robes. “How can we do anything without our wands?”

“The three of you have displayed Heart Magic. Trust in what you know, and wrap that feeling about yourselves. You will be protected from harm, of this I am certain.”

Fray was the first to hand her wand over to the Pegasus. “I trust you Ma'am.” She closed her eyes and her magical aura flowed gently about her whole being.

Lily and Plink followed suit and were soon wrapped in their heart magic.

“Ms. Crouch, if you will unlock the door and open it.”

“Why should I trust you?” Adalaed replied, stepping back and holding tightly onto her wand.

“Trust is but the first step to opening your heart to the magic of friendship.” Radiant Heart replied with a smile. “Now, if you will. You can keep hold of your wand, obviously.”

The girl sighed and cast the spell to unlock the door. Sweetie Belle's magic gripped the doorknob and pulled it open.

Within the classroom, there were many pods, each with a student or teacher within. The vines twitched at the opening of the door, but didn't make any attempts to grab the three children as they slowly entered the room.

“So, what now?” Fray asked.

Radiant Heart's smile was constant as she spoke. “Try calming down the groot. Simply talking to it while allowing your magic to wash over it will suffice.”

Fray took the lead and walked through the class, careful not to step on any of the vines or roots. Soon she reached the desk and saw the small creature, cowering within the wrecked cage. “Hello there. I'm so sorry we frightened you. We mean you no harm.”

Lily stepped up and knelt down so she was eye to eye with the groot. “Do you think you could free our friends and teacher? We'd ever so much appreciate it.” Her aura reached out, flowing along the roots till it reached the groot.

“You can be one of our friends as well if you want. I bet you'd make a great friend to anyone you want.” Plink held out his hand, and was pleased as a root gently touched his fingers.

With three calming auras of magic touching it, the groot started retracting all its vines and roots, and soon the whole class was released, everyone sitting on the floor in various states of confusion.

Fray reached down and gently picked up the groot, much to the surprise of Prof. Blackwood. “You're so cute.”

“Careful now. Groot hate to be... picked... up?” She watched in amazement as the groot hopped up onto Fray's shoulder and gave her a tiny hug. “Well, I'll be.” She glanced at the door and spotted the new pony. She nodded her head and got a nod in return.

“I think, maybe,” Radiant Heart started, “that perhaps you should return that little creature to its home.”

Prof. Blackwood nodded in agreement. “Yes, I think so too. This little groot was much more powerful than normal. Fray, Plink, Lily, if you may, how about we return this groot to the Dark Forest.”

All three students nodded and soon were being escorted by their professor out of the school.

Sweetie Belle turned to Radiant Heart. “Thank you for helping us.”

“Think nothing of it Sweetie Belle. All I did was guide you. It was your three friends who saved the day.” She gave Sweetie Belle a gentle nuzzle. “Now if you will excuse me, I must be off to speak with the Headmistress. I just hope I can find her office soon.”

“Oh, we can escort you there.” Phineas stepped up. “We've been there enough times already.”

“Why thank you Mr. Malfoy. I do appreciate that very much.”

With that, the trio of ponies made their way to Minerva's office, only getting lost twice along the way.

...

Sweetie Belle and Phineas finally returned to their classroom after dropping their new teacher off at her destination.

“She's really nice.” Phineas said with a smile.

His travel companion nodded. “And she's so pretty. I'm not surprised that she's a teacher at Celestia's school, even though she didn't actually show any magic. And then there's her cutie mark.”

“A pink heart with a pink and white starburst in the center.” Sweetie Belle beamed. “Every unicorn pony I know back in Ponyville who has a star cutie mark has some special magical ability. I wonder what hers is.”

“I bet we'll find out eventually.” Phin replied as he took his seat. The class was already mostly back in order from the little mishap with the groot.

Sweetie Belle nodded and returned to her seat as well.

...

“Why hello.” Minerva rose from her chair as Radiant Heart entered the classroom. “You must be Radiant Heart, from Princess Celestia's school for talented unicorns.”

The mare bowed her head before responding. “Yes, and it is a pleasure and an honor to attend Hogwarts. I do have high hopes for many of your students, though it would seem there are some who may take a little more time to teach magic from the heart.”

Minerva nodded. “Yes, that is likely. Most have yet to tap into their potential.” She waved her fingers and levitated a couple tea cups and accompanying tea pot to her desk. “I have some lovely rose hip tea. Would you like some while we discuss matters?”

“I would love some.” She accepted the offered tea with her wing, balancing it perfectly. “There is much to discuss.”

…

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

Oh... my... goodness...

I am sorry once again for the massive delay. Hopefully I'll be able to post chapters more often as my RL situation has stabilized somewhat at long last.

Radiant Heart, you can see her here on my DA page: https://velvetylicks.deviantart.com/art/Radiant-Heart-692167813

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Chapter Thirty

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
30

"Did you see the new teacher?"

"Yea, I mean, wow. She's really pretty. Not sexy pretty, just pretty. OW! What'd you hit me for"

"Pervert."

"I just said she's not sexy. OW! Again? Really?"

"Rude much? Think of a lady's feelings."

"Bu-wha? Damnit. A guy just can't win with you girls."

Sweetie Belle, Deuce, Phineas, Fray (currently holding said fellow Slytherin), and Janna (carrying Sweetie Belle on her head... sort of like a hat) watched the exchange between a couple fifth years.

"Her first class is just after dinner." Deuce grinned. "I'm betting they're gonna have to hold her class in the Great Hall."

"Why's that?" Frey asked as she paused rubbing her cheek against Phin's cheek, much to the boy-turned-pony's dismay.

Sweetie Belle wanted to know as well.

"Well obviously almost everyone's gonna wanna be in her class. There's no way around the schedule to have her class fit into the week otherwise."

Janna giggled. "Partially wrong there. While yes, her class will be in the evening after supper, each day of the week will be given to a specific year, and attendance isn't mandatory. You can show up if you want, or not. Your choice. Sunday's is for first years," Jana started, "Monday for second years, Tuesday for third and so on till Saturday for seventh year students."

Everyone was surprised and stared at Janna, except Sweetie Belle, who was resting on said girl's head. "How do you know all that?" The little filly asked.

"I asked Radiant Heart earlier."

"Ooh." Came the simultanious responce.

"Come on." Deuce's stomace nearly roared. "Lunch isn't gonna wait for us."

Yes, lunch needed to be eaten, especially after double potions that morning.

...

By now, it was not unusual to see students of other houses sitting at other tables. Cross house friendships were at an all time high this year after all. It was almost like there was no longer 4 houses, but 1 school with a rather impressive school spirit.

Well, not all the students agreed. Quite a few still didn't like what was going on after all. Oddly, Slytherin and Gryffindor had the least number of students who were not alright with the situation. Hufflepuff came next, and then there was Ravenclaw in the rear, with nearly a third of the students not interested in cross mingling with the other houses. Got in the way of their studies, it did.

Friendships were at an all-time high, as was school spirit (and no, there were no new ghosts wandering about, if you really needed to know). But to counter this, house rivalries were also at an all-time high. Not because they wanted to prove who was the better, not at all. Rather, it was because each house was pushing all the other houses to be their best, not trying to one-up the others at all times.

Mind you, this really messed with the rewards and penalties of points. Teachers were finding it easy to dole out said points, and finding fewer reasons to actually penalize anyone. It was getting strange, and was starting to get to the point where teachers had to start handing out fewer and fewer points, making each and every one of them count.

Minerva sipped at her tea and looked over some of the reports. Oddly, it was a lovely ginger and dandelion tea that Princess Twilight has sent her, and she was finding it rather delightful.

Oh, and the box of cupcakes from Pinkie Pie (which included a note demanding that Minerva come back to Ponyville and face her welcome party with dignity. And have fun).

"Maybe at a later date Pinkie Pie. I would rather not lose a life or two. I do believe I may only have about four or five left after all." That pink pony was most certainly not good for her heart.

...

It had to be Monday...

Seriously.

Radiant Heart's first class had to start on a Monday of all things, meaning second years get to have her class first.

Totally not fair, or at least that's how the first years saw it.

The small group sat and watched as the second years hurried to the Great Hall for the class, till a proper classroom or location could be set up for a more permanent location for the Heart Magic class and teacher.

"T'aint fair." Deuce fumed.

"Not one bit." Frey added with a growl.

"I really want to join them." Janna whimpered.

"Could be worse, could have done it the other way around with seventh years first." Phineas tried to look at the bright side.

"Look how happy they look." Sweetie Belle beamed. "I hope they have a wonderful first class."

The others all looked at Sweetie Belle, and suddenly felt bad for being so selfish. Well, not Phineas. Oddly, he didn't mind having to wait. Not because he feared or dreaded the class or anything like that, but more along the lines that he had Sweetie Belle and his friends, so did it really matter who went first and who went last?

He knew that before he'd become a cute, fluffy and feathery ball of cute, he'd have not given a care at all, and most likely would have tried to find some way to interupt the class, or maybe even get the new teacher fired.

He didn't think like that anymore. Phineas had a clear mind and heart. He knew what he wanted, he knew what he was going to do to get it, and darned to heck if he was going to hurt anyone along the way. Well, he sure hoped nopony... nobody would get hurt on his way.

What did Phineas want? The same thing he always wanted. To bring honor back to his family name. But rather than deceit or manipulation, he wanted to form true and strong bonds with other houses. Not through bribes or anything his brother would do, but by befriending them.

He'd heard enough from Sweetie Belle to know that the violent ways of the past were not going to cut it anymore. The population of the Wizarding world had taken heavy blows in the last few decades, far too heavy. Things had to change for things to start getting better.

The arrival of Sweetie Belle, once he had hated her for no reason. He couldn't really even think of why he hated her, or had resentments to anyone else. After becoming a pony, his mind seemed to clear from the fog of hate. After getting to know so many students, his age and even quite a few older ones, his heart felt stronger than ever before.

Friendship certainly was magical. It felt like he had been freed from a lifetime of darkness.

He hoped it would last forever.

"Why hello there." A familiar, kind, gentle, angelic voice flowed smoothly into their ears. The small gathering all looked up, and they saw none other than Radiant Heart, and behind her, all the first years, well, it looked like all of them at least. "Seeing as today is my first class, and would normally only be for the second year students, it didn't seem fair to me, or Headmistress Mcgonnagal, that any of the first years should miss their first turn. So for today only, all of you may join my class."

Joy filled all the first year's hearts, those who were present at least. None of the second years complained in the slightest as the first years joined them for the very first class. It wasn't like there wasn't enough room in the Great Hall, after all.

...

A soft flapping of her wings, and Radiant Heart gracefully lifted off the floor and settled onto the stand behind the podium. She tapped the small amplification crystal with her wingtip and smiled.

"Good evening first and second year students. I have only had a little time so far to get to speak with just a hoof... eh-hehe... Sorry about that. Handfull of you."

That... that had been so adorable, her little slip up. Every human student chuckled or giggled softly for a few moments before focusing their attention on the pegasus before them.

"From those I spoke to and interacted with thus far, I must say, I am surprised and delighted to have seen those who truely feel the magic within them." She used a pair of her feathers like fingers and plucked a wand from her mane bun and held it up. "And I have even seen a few use that magic to help all their friends and classmates." She scanned the class. "Please, let me appologize for not recognizing all of you just yet. Humans do tend to look somewhat alike when all ammassed together like you currently are."

A small frown played across her face for just a moment. "Hmm, you know what? I do understand that there are the four houses, and normally you would all sit at your own tables, but in this class, there are no houses. Only individuals with their own strengths and weaknesses. Strengths they can use to help bolster or cover other's weaknesses, and weaknesses that can be bolstered and covered by others. I too have my strengths and weaknesses, after all. I don't have those wonderful hands that most of you possess. I'm referring to the pair of pony students." She winked at Sweetie Belle and Phineas.

"I can see all of you, in your little groups. It is wonderful to see all of you are making friends. That is a wonderful thing. But you see, I am not the Princess of Friendship. I am but a teacher, one who knows where pony magic comes from. No matter the pony, be they Earth, Pegasus or Unicorn, or even our rulers, our magic originates in our hearts. No, not the organ that beats within your chest, though ironically, the heart of our magic is located right next to it." She waved her wand and uttered a few words...

Nothing happened. "Goodness, I may be able to teach about magic, but actually using it is a bit tricky. Let me try that again. Enhancius Fluffius."

POOMF!!!

Radiant Heart was now.... extra fluffy...

The class, the ENTIRE CLASS did not know how to respond to what had just happened.

"Oh, no, wait..." She smiled softly at the class. "My note book page flipped." She raised her wand again. "Illuminous Lustris."

An array of lights formed above the mare's head, she spread her wings and it grew in size, allowing all the students to see that it was the form of a Unicorn. In the center of the chest, right next to the heart, was a softly pulsing ball of magic.

"As you can see, magic is gathered here. Gathered from where you may ask? Well, look around you."

The entire class all looked around, at each and everyone they could see from where they were.

"Can you see where the magic comes from?" She seemed to be expecting someone to raise a hand, and a few certainly did.

Sweetie Belle knew a little about this already. This was, after all, Magic Kindergarten stuff. Princess Twilight has run her through the basics already. Rather quickly mind you, in no great detail, but they still were the basics.

Radiant Heart gestured her wand at a second year girl. "Poppy was it? We spoke earlier this morning I believe. Do you know where magic comes from?"

"I don't know, not for sure." She was certainly honest. "But, um, from our friends and everyone around us?"

"Yes, and no. Wonderful try Poppy. Who else would love to take a chance at a guess? Do not feel ashamed if your answer is wrong. Making mistakes and learning from them is part of growing."

Another hand, this time from a Slytherin boy, a first year this time. "Not just those around you, but the enviroment?"

"Absolutely, you are a little more correct than Poppy. What is your name, if I may inquire?"

"Um, Percival Goyle, ma'am." He looked nervous.

"Thank you Percival. Now, Poppy got part of the answer, Percival got another part right. Anyone or pony feel they know the final part?"

Sweetie Belle raised a tiny hoof, all the way at the back of the classroom.

Radiant Heart beamed and pointed her wand at the filly. "Please, may you tell us another source of magic?"

"Well, if we can get magic from our friends, it comes to reason that we also have our own magic within us to begin with."

"Lovely answer Sweetie Belle. You are correct, but did you know there are other sources of magic that we draw in unconsciously? Those around us, yes. The environment, yes. Ourselves, yes. But there is also words. Words of encouragement can give us positive magic. Insults and negative words can give us dark magic. Emotions, fueled by words of support or hurt can effect the sort of magic that we can draw into ourselves, and over long periods of time, too much of one or the other can actually prove dis-balancing and even harmful."

"Wait.” A Ravenclaw second year held up her hand, her raven black hair and eyes and hawkish nose making her nearly look like a raven. “I mean, may I ask a question?”

Radiant Heart nodded. “Please, go ahead.”

“Are you saying that too much positive magic can actually harm you?”

“Yes.” A simple, sweet answer. “Now, I assume you would like an explanation. Simply put, if negative or dark magic can cause you harm, making you hate or feel negative emotions...”

Phinas’s pegasus vision allowed him a very good sight of Radiant glancing directly at him. Did she know? Well, she’s a teacher, there’s a good chance that she might know...

“Wherein too much positive can make you love too much and become blind to the darkness around you, blinding you from dangers that could harm you or those you hold dear.”

Another student’s hand came up, this time another Ravenclaw, first year. He looked like he loved to study, with thick glasses, but a very good posture. A nod from Radiant Heart, and he spoke when the wand pointed at him. “So, a balance is preferred?”

“Oh goodness, of course not. To keep both light and dark in balance, you could fall into the shadows. No, what is best for each and every one of you is different. Some will need a little more light than others to reach their own form of balance, while some will need a touch bit more darkness.” She gestured a wing toward the Slytherin second years. “By your very nature and upbringing, those in Slytherin will find that a bit more darkness than light will actually allow them to be far more comfortable and to be able to call upon the best of their magic. This doesn't mean you have to be mean or to have someone always be mean to you. A source of darkness is also conflict.” She then waved a wing over the second year Gryffindors. “But conflict need not be cruelty. Rivalry can be a wonderful source of conflict. The Gryffindors are the diametrically apposed to the Slytherin, needing a little more light than darkness. You can find that by taking on the conflict, the rivalry, to push yourselves harder, you can generate that extra light you may need.”

Sweetie Belle was unaware that her mouth was hanging open. She has never realized that magic from the heart was so... complex.

“So long as the conflict is not a violent one, that is.” Radiant Heart smiled, then looked to the Ravenclaws. “The Ravenclaws, you are smart, studious, strong willed, some say to the point of stubbornness.”

The Ravenclaws didn't know if they should be insulted, or complimented... somehow. “Knowledge is a strong source of both light and dark magic. Basically an equal amount, give or take for personal preferences, is good for you, but not perfect balance, as I stated earlier.”

And finally, she spread her wings wide, smiling at the hufflepuffs. “Hufflepuff. Kindness is strong among all of you. You can gain the greatest benefits from a much higher light index than any of the others. You encourage, embolden and cheer on all others, supporting them. You are a shining light for all the other schools. But you are exceptionally vulnerable to the dark magicks. While Gryffindor and Slytherin are roughly two thirds to one third of light and dark, respectively, you are more akin to four fifths light.

“I am willing to bet that Slytherin, for the longest time, has mostly ignored Ravenclaw, bullied Hufflepuff, and fought fang vs talon with Gryffindor. Today, I see you sitting and working together, even becoming friends and good rivals.”

She’s been here all of a day, maybe two, and she’d worked all this out by wandering the halls and reading through a few dusty history books. None of the students were really sure when she’d actually shown up. Heck, not even the teachers or Headmistress really knew. She’d circumvented any and all wards and barriers after all.

And so her class went on like this, not ever once being harsh... well, too harsh. She was, after all, a teacher. A teacher’s job was not to coddle their students, but to educate them. She’s had the few students she’d seen use Heart Magic come to the front of the class and demonstrate for the rest, and then for the last half, she had them all break into groups to practice basic levitation, while their friends sat silently, not offering any positive or negative feedback, other than smiles, hand gestures and body language.

Class went wonderfully as many students found their heart magics.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

AAAAAHHH!!! This chapter... oh my gosh... I think it just gave me an idea for a terrifyingly adorable piece of art...

Sweetie Hat...

I wish to extend a special thank you to the other sans and ssokolow for their wonderful help with spelling and grammar.

Chapter Thirty One

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
31

Word had spread through the school about the new class and how much fun it was, and how cute the teacher is.

Especially those who had the pleasure and delight of seeing her extra fluffy on that first day.

By the time the week had passed, the weekend had arrived once again. Sweetie Belle was ecstatic that her friends were coming to visit her soon as well.

Needless to say, so was a large percentage of the female students. They simply adored having all these ponies running about the place.

The teachers were on high alert, knowing that the trio of fillies would be arriving, but not only those two apparently, but a few other ponies were coming to pay a visit.

No, not any of the Princesses, not this time. Rather, it was some of Princess Twilight's closest friends this time.

Saturday was spent with the entire faculty and student body being busy cleaning and tidying up as much of the castle and grounds as possible, when they were not busy studying, doing homework, eating or tutoring.

And finally Sunday morning arrived.

...

Sweetie Belle and Headmistress Mcgonnagal stood in the storage closet / bedroom, waiting for the moment the mirror lit up, and the moment it did, a pair of fillies flew through, seeming to home in onto their missed friend.

Mcgonnagal hid a smile as she watched the small pile of ponies laughing, hugging and even a few tears of joy. They had missed coming over for the last little while.

And then a blue and rainbow Pegasus stepped through, a box on her back, followed by a soft yellow and pink one, and then an orange and blond Earth Pony, a white and Purple Unicorn...

Then Mcgonnagal flinched visibly as 'The Pink One' emerged and glared at her.

"You missed the welcome to equestria party..."

"Oh dear, I am sorry about that Pinkie Pie. I would have loved to stay, but time was not on our side and we had to return."

"That's okey doky." Pinkie beamed brightly. "I brought everything I need to throw a party with me."

Mcgonnagal noted the crate on wheels that she pulled behind her. It barely fit through the mirror.

"Oh dear..."

...

The news spread through the school like a tsunami.

Teachers had to block all hallways from the Gryffindor rooms to the Great Hall to protect the herd of ponies from all the students who showed up.

Needless to say, a few got through and there had been a few ponies who got hugged and cuddled for at least a few moments.

But they all managed to reach the Great Hall. Mostly uncuddled.

Fluttershy, despite her usual shy nature, was the first to receive a hug from a pair of girls. She had been shocked, but had wrapped her wings around the pair and hugged them back. That was one pair who would likely remember that moment for the rest of their lives.

Rainbow Dash had avoided any and all hugs by staying up and out of reach. Sure, she enjoyed the attention as much as any pony in their right minds would, but she had to be cool about it. That, and she had Scootaloo on her back at the moment.

Rarity had Sweetie Belle right by her side, and her elegant appearance had saved her from the same fate as Fluttershy.

Pinkie Pie on the other hoof...

She would leap PAST the teachers and into the mass of students and create a small pool of cuddly, fluffy chaos. Not that any of the students who were involved complained.

Applejack has taken to pulling Pinkie Pie's cargo, mainly because the party pony was too preocupied to do so herself. She did, however, smile at her friend's antics. Who knows, maybe she'd get herself a few hugs as well today.

Applebloom bounced along happily next to Sweetie Belle till she spotted Mr. Filtch, and with him, Ms. Norris.

The cat took off out of his arms instantly on spotting her pony and then the two, much to Sweetie Belle's dismay, became nearly inseparable for the rest of the visit. Mr. Filtch, needless to say, was a mix of shocked, confused... and happy beyond belief that his beloved cat finally had a friend.

...

The Great Hall, the ponies all marvled at the massive room. It was simply beyond what they had actually been expecting, dispite Rarity having already explained it to them.

Pinkie Pie plotted as she took measurements of the chamber, zipping about at speeds that made apparating seem slow. How that was possible... None of the school faculty could figure that out, not without getting hold of her so they could examine her and her magic very carefully.

The Pink One would, however, would from time to time to leave the great hall, and some jubilation would be heard from outside where many students had crowded. Oh, and the occasional cannon shot was heard...

From the Great Hall, the visiting ponies all split up to have their own tours of the castle.

Fluttershy had shyly approached the hairy giant, having been told that he was the keeper of the beasts and critters. They vanished off to talk shop, and for her to be introduced to many of Hagrid's pets and friends.

Applejack went with Madam Sprout. They too wanted to talk shop and compare notes. Who knows, maybe a small apple orchard could be added to Hogwarts.

Rainbow Dash had heard about Quiddich, and she wanted to see it for herself, maybe even try it out. To this end, she headed off with all four full house teams.

Rarity both loved the architecture of this school, and was dismayed at how it was decorated. She wanted to talk about, maybe, offering her talents and experience to help make it look a little better, and at the same time, negotiate a complete redesign of the school uniforms. Black, after all, was just so last century. With this, she went with Mcgonnagal to pay a visit to the Ministry of magic itself.

Namely to receive a very good explanation as to why the uniforms had been designed as they had, and to hopefully keep her from attempting a complete redesign of how wizards dressed in general.

Seriously, she hearly has a total freakout and breakdown the moment she entered the Ministry itself.

The three Cruaders, Phin, Deuce, Frey and Janna, followed by Ms. Norris, all took off to enjoy the beautiful autumn day.

Sweetie Belle wished their numbers would be reduced by one cat... Even though they had an understanding, she still kept as many of her friends between her and that thing as possible. Especially when Scootaloo borrowed her Cloud Skimmer and took to the skies with Phin.

It had all started out fairly smooth, at least till complaints from the House Elves in the kitchen started pouring in about the pink invader.

...

All in all, when it came to dinner time, as the entirity of the school's current population entered the Great Hall, they were greeted with the most extravagant layout of party decorations they had ever seen.

Teachers had no idea where ninety percent of the decorations had come from. That crate has certainly not been large enough to house all this, and none of it had been in their own store rooms at all.

The students didn't care. They thought it was awesome, even as Rainbow Dash flew about above them, performing twists and turns and other 'simple' stunts within the confines of the high ceiling chamber.

Rainbow Dash had a golden snitch hanging from her neck, one she's managed to catch herself... in record time at that. Barely eight seconds into the start of the second match, this one with RD having joined Slytherin's team, she's spotted the tiny and speedy thing, and took off after it, nearly creating a sonic rainboom in the process.

Slytherin now had the school record for winning the game in the shortest amount of time... EVER. Even if it had just been for fun and not an official match, it still counted in all the player's books.

Why had Rainbow Dash chose to play on the side of Slytherin? Because Sweetie Belle's friend Phineas was in that house, that's why. Also, because she liked their rough and tumble style of play.

Fluttershy sat next to Hagrid. Somehow seeing those two next to each other seemed so wrong, with him being the giant he is, and her normally being such a timid little thing. Nope, that was not the case, it seemed, as they both chattered back and forth.

In the giant's language.

Fluttershy loved the strong seemingly Gaelic language, even though she didn't speak it in the proper baritone that it was supposed to be spoken in.

Rarity and Mcgonnagal had returned, with very little success on the pony's part. Well, it was the human's culture after all. All she really could do was to offer her ideas and insights.

Though she had met a certain Harry Potter, and he had been an absolute delight. He had been at the ministry with his wife and children. She'd learned that the oldest boy would be starting school next year.

Certainly the boy would be more than happy to meet this lovely unicorn's little sister sometime.

Applejack chatted with not only Professor Sprout, but quite a few of the students who were interested in herbology, horticulture and agriculture. For a pony, she was quite familiar with agricultural sciences.

And Pinkie Pie, somehow... SOMEHOW!!! She had made EVERYONE'S favorite deserts and had them served.

They all learned not to dwell on how she could do what she did... "It's just Pinkie Pie" was the best description any and all of them could manage.

After the party and supper, many of the first years headed off to what was to become one of their favorite classes of all.

Finally as things wound down, the ponies started gathering up to head home, and headed back toward the Gryffindor common room. On the way, they met up with the CMC, Phineas and no less than five second and third years... all covered in sap.

To Be Continued...

Chapter Thirty Two

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
32

Monday classes had been, as Sweetie Belle put it, a bit boring, but a lot of fun. First year Herbology was interesting, and she had noted a few soil filled boxes with the label 'Zap Apple Tree' on them, each with tiny seedlings growing, and a little electrical hazard sign.

Because Zap Apples.

Sweetie Belle had been zapped once before, so she was wary of these trees.

Other than that, the class went smoothly, though her partner was Adalade Crouch from Ravenclaw. She was not a very friendly sort, seemingly more focused on her education than making friends.

Adalade refused any form of small talk. If it wasn't related directly to the lesson, she would have none of it, and on more than one occasion, she would give a quick little verbal snap at the tiny pony.

Sweetie Belle, basically, got the distinct feeling that Adalade Crouch didn't have very many friends, if any. The unicorn wasn't like Pinkie Pie, so she chose not to try to befriend the studious girl, but did her best to stick to the lessons.

Though she did slip up from time to time.

Only to receive a mild shushing.

After Herbology, Sweetie Belle had Defense against the dark arts. She hurried along to her next class, mainly because she actually enjoyed it, and today, the class was going to be learning a new spell.

She just hoped that she could handle it, even though her selection of wizarding spells was considerably more expansive than most others of her age, thanks to needing them to make her Cloud Skimmer.

Approaching the class, she caught sight of Prof. Heart.

"Professor?" Sweetie Belle called out. "Are you attending this class today?"

Radiant Heart turned her head and smiled sweetly at the unicorn filly. "Yes, I decided that even though I am a Professor here, I should at least learn all that I can about how magic works here. This is the first year's class I hope."

Sweetie Belle nodded her head vigorously, her mane bouncing and covering her face. She pushed it out of her way with a tiny hoof and beamed a smile. "It's a lot of fun. Sometimes we learn things like how to deal with all sorts of critters. Other times, we learn about methods to counter incoming or already active spells. Today we're learning our first combat spell."

The Pegasus covered her mouth with a wing as she gasped. "A combat spell? At your young age? Are you sure that's such a good idea?"

"Well, I doubt it's anything like a fireball or lightening bolt." The filly looked up at the slenderly built mare. "Besides, this school has been teaching here for over a thousand years. They know what they're doing."

Sweetie Belle spotted the Slytherin first years, and focused her attention now on Phineas. "Phin!" She waved.

Phineas hopped up and spread his wings to quickly glide the distance, landing smoothly. "Hi Sweetie. Hello Prof. Heart." He bowed his head politely.

"Hello Phineas. You are the one that Sweetie Belle accidentally transformed, correct?"

Sweetie blushed and looked away as Phin nodded. "Yes, she did, and I think it was for the best. I was a total jerk before then. After she changed me into a Pegasus, she really opened my eyes. I'd felt that ponies were, and I am sorry about this, useless, dumb, barn animals... I know better now."

The mare blinked, then looked down at the embarrassed filly and smiled. "Well, I'm glad for that, though the transformation part, that must have been hard on you."

The colt chuckled, rubbing back of his head with a hoof. "Yea, the hardest part to be honest, was getting used to no longer wearing pants."

Radiant Heart looked back over herself, then at the students. "Ah, I believe I understand. Humans wear clothes at nearly all times from what I have observed, and we ponies are more lax concerning garments. Perhaps I should look into something to wear so I don't make anyone here uncomfortable."

Sweetie Belle snorted lightly. "Clothes are dumb."

"But necessary Sweetie Belle." Radiant Heart pointed out. "When in Canterlot, do as the Canterlotians do."

Sweetie Belle nodded. "I know they're necessary... and we better get into class before we're late." Her eyes went wide as she realized that only the three ponies were standing in the hall.

Radiant Heart followed the younger ponies into the classroom. She nodded politely to Valery Blackwood, who nodded back and gestured to an available seat at the front of the class.

"Class, today we have Prof. Radiant Heart joining us. She's very knowledgeable in her own field of magic, but her fellow professors have all been enlightened about her lack of our brand of magic. Prof. Heart, you do have a wand, yes?"

The mare nodded and plucked it from her perfectly styled mane. "Yes, I do have one, though it is just a training wand. What spells I know are already enchanted into it."

Blackwood smirked. "Well, a training wand will not help you at all here. We'll have to see about getting you a proper wand as soon as possible. Now, class, open your books to page one hundred and forty two."
...

Adalade Crouch sat in the furthest corner of the library that first years were permitted. She really didn't like anyone.

Well, she didn't dislike anyone.

Everypony on the other hand, she couldn't stand. She knew that the law pertaining to the allowance of non-humans to be taught magic at Hogwarts had been removed some eight years ago.

This did nothing to quell her dislike of non-humans in general. She couldn't stand the big hairy half giant beast, nor the diminutive runt who taught charms.

Not there was not only a non-humanoid student, but she had seemingly permanently transmogrified another student, who seemed to be perfectly fine with the curse he'd been, pardon the pun, saddled with.

And now... and this infuriated her the most... now there was a winged equine teaching magic.

Not proper magic, no. She was teaching magic from another world entirely. It broke so many rules of known magic that it was a severe threat to everything the girl had known her whole life.

The girl refused to attend this new class, thankful that it was optional and would not be counting toward her final grade. Adalaed reached into her pocket and pulled out a small crystal ball, about the size of a golf-ball and tapped it a few times in sequence.

What she was doing was not something very many wizards knew, but she'd been instructed in its use.

-. . .-- .--. --- -. -.-- .- - .... --- --. .-- .- .-. - ...

.- -.. ..- .-.. - .--. . --. .- ... ..- ...

.- -.-. - .. -. --. .- ... - . .- -.-. .... . .-.

.- -.-

Adalaed pocketed the sphere and got back to her studies. She hoped that her message reached whoever it was that normally received them. She'd not heard from them in weeks, and was concerned that they may no longer be getting her information.

Still, she shrugged that off and got back to her homework.
...

For the rest of the day, Sweetie Belle and Phineas shared classes, and they were more than happy to escort Radiant Heart around to the various classes.

The mare was grateful for the help, as she often had issues with finding her way around the school for the most part.

"And next we have potions." Phineas frowned. "It's my least favorite class."

"Why would that be?" Radiant Heart asked as she was lead down into the dungeons.

Phineas stopped, sat down, and held up his little hoofsies, wigging them. "Unlike Sweetie Belle, I still have trouble with manipulating things with these."

Radiant Heart giggled. "Come now Phineas. Certainly you've learned how to use your hooves." She glanced at Sweetie Belle. "Have you not explained how we do things?"

Sweetie Belle blushed. "Um, well, I'm a unicorn. Before we learn to use magic, we use our mouths for nearly anything." She then tapped her horn. "Unicorns actually don't have the same ability to manipulate things as Pegasus and Earth Ponies do with our hooves. Basically, even the best of us at using our hooves are really bad compared to anypony else."

"Ah, yes, I should have remembered that." The Professor's cheeks tinted pink, ever so slightly. "I have been teaching Unicorn youth for some years now. I tend to use my wing tips more often than most Pegasus do." She drew her wand from her mane.

Phineas blinked and stretched his wing out and tried to move it like Radiant Heart. "Huh..." He pulled his wand from his own mane, where he too had kept it hidden. "This is a lot easier than hooves..."

The mare blinked. "That's pretty good Phineas. Normally it takes years to use ones feather tips to handle things."

Sweetie Belle giggled at the display. "Don't feel bad Prof. Heart. Phineas used to have hands."

The colt nodded vigorously. "It's sorta like using my fingers. I can't believe I never thought about this before. I wonder if I can use my wingtips to hold my quill instead of my mouth."

Radiant Heart nodded. "Quite easily, and should you ever break a pen, should you have a loose feather, you can make use of that in a pinch."

His eyes went wide. "Does that mean I'll never have to pay for another quill pen in my life?"

"I suggest you keep any feathers that fall out from now on."

"I'll make sure I do that Prof. Heart." He spotted the door to the potions classroom. "And we're here. Maybe I can finally bring up my grades in potions. I've been doing really bad."

Radiant Heart's smile never faded, at least till she entered the room and flinched. "H-hurricane?" She looked around almost frantically. "No, wait, it only smells like one... There's no way there can be a hurricane in a small room like this, this deep underground."

"Says you Prof. Heart." Another student chuckled. "You've yet to see what Phineas and Sweetie can do when they work together."

Phineas grinned and blushed. "Hey, it's not like I planned on filling the classroom with custard last week." Sweetie was hiding her face in her robes, blushing as well.

"Yes..." Rettimus Snape trod into the room. "And I still have yet to figure out exactly how the two of you created custard, when you were supposed to be making a potion for removing warts." He spotted the third pony. "Prof. Heart, I assume you wish to sit in and observe?"

The mare nodded her head. "I would like to, but only if my presence does not interrupt your class."

"I don't have an issue. Seeing as you do not have your own equipment, you may join..." He looked over the class, noting that for once not a single student was missing. "You may join me up at the front of the class. I would appreciate a second opinion on some methods concerning basic alchemy."

"Oh." Radiant blinked. "As much as I would enjoy that, I am afraid potions are far from my own expertise. Your own students are more proficient than I."

"Ah, well then. You may join up with Fray Brooks and Janna Brewers. Janna is remarkably competent when it comes to brewing potions."

"Thank you." Radiant Heart trotted over to the pair of girls. She knew them from her own class. They got along really well, even if they did have a friendly competitive streak going between the pair of them.

Radiant Heart taught Heart Magic, not the Magic of Friendship, after all. That was Princess Twilight Sparkles specialty.
...

After potions, which for once went off without much more than a couple students overcooking their brews, the whole class made their way to the great hall for lunch.

Radiant Heart sat at the teacher's table, enjoying a lovely tuna salad while Sweetie Belle dug into a lush garden salad. Phineas chowed down on a hay burger and French fries.

"So." Deuce joined the Griffindor table, sitting next to Phineas and across from Sweetie Belle. "I heard that Prof. Heart has been following you around all day and joining your classes."

Sweetie Belle nodded, swallowing her mouthful. "Yea. She's really nice, really smart, and you should have seen her cast the expelliarmus spell. She missed the target every time." The filly giggled.

Phineas nearly choked on his burger trying not to laugh. After forcing down his food, he nodded. "That was hilarious. The first three tries, she disarmed herself."

"Unlike Phineas, who couldn't even cast the spell to begin with." Frey said as she walked past. "It was so cute, trying to cast spells with the wand in your mouth." She ruffled Phin's mane before heading on over to join some of her friends at another table.

"You try casting spells with a stick in your mouth... But now that I know about the wing thing..." He so wanted to test it out, but knew better than to try anything without a teacher watching to make sure nothing bad happened.

"Keep that a secret till our next class." Sweetie whispered across the table. Chuckling and giggles came from the small group.

"Oh yea." Sweetie Belle's eyes lit up, almost sparkling. "Speaking of spells. When my sister and her friends visited, they brought all the things I need to make another cloud skimmer for Scootaloo. She's been waiting forever for me to make her one."

"I bet she'll love that." Phineas nodded sagely. "She got her cutie mark when she got to fly yours for the first time." He glanced toward his own hindquarters. "I wonder if I can even get one myself. I'm a human after all, just in pony form."

"I bet it will be a snake."

"No way, a feather?"

"Cloud."

"Wand."

"Sweetie Belle."

"Book."

"Wait, what? Why would he have me as his special talent?"

"Because the two of you are so adorable together." Every student in the great hall chimed out, all in unison.

Two ponies went bright pink and sunk below the tabletop.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

Hmm, morse code maybe?

Also, seems almost the whole student body ships Sweetie and Phin.

Chapter Thirty Three

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
33

Hogsmeade, The Hog's Head Inn and Tavern.

A pair of humans, a tall lady and a shorter, squat man, sat at one of the tables in the back of the tavern, mulling over the cheapest drinks they could afford.

They'd since changed their appearances, so nobody would instantly recognize them, but if you knew them well enough, you could tell who they were.

Vivian and Carl, as their current names were, whispered back and forth.

"So, there's a new pony at Hogwarts." The woman smirked. "And this one is an adult. I can't believe our luck. Maybe we can catch this one to make up for your earlier bad luck."

"My bad luck?" Carl fumed. "I think it was more my 'good' luck that got us Scott free from spending life in Azkaban."

Vivian sipped her bitter drink and frowned. "If you say so. I still would prefer to forget that ever happened, and once we can get our hands on this new pony, this Pegasus, then we'll make out like bandits."

"Never have to worry about money again." Carl and Vivian clinked their mugs together.

"Time to make some plans and contact our mole in the school." The woman added before taking another sip. "Ugh, this stuff is worse than the water in Azkaban."

...

A Pegasus mare trotted down one of the halls of the school, pausing to try to get her bearings. If there was one thing she didn't like about Hogwarts, it was that the castle seemed to enjoy going out of its way to ensure she was lost most of the time.

Her natural Pegasus instincts, at least, let her know north from west, though all her attempts at mapping this place had proven fruitless.

"How do the students ever make it to their classes on time." She mused, just before spotting a lone student walking down the hall. "Ah, pardon me, but might you help me?"

Adalade Crouch looked up from her book as she wandered down the hall. "Oh, it's just you Professor..." She didn't really care to remember the teacher's name. It was 'something' Heart. "What do you need?" She asked flatly.

Radiant Heart blushed a little. "I hate to admit, but I seem to have gotten lost. Would you know where the Great Hall is from here?"

The girl shrugged. "It's on the far side of the school from here. I can show you the way."

"Thank you ever so much, I do appreciate this. I hope I am not putting you out too much."

Adalade just shrugged and turned around. "I know some shortcuts."

Radiant Heart smiled and trotted along next to the taller girl. She was familiar, but the Professor wasn't sure what her name was. "You're a first year, yes?"

Adalade nodded, her nose buried back in her history book.

"I thought all the first years were attending my class. Are you not interested?"

"Not particularly." Adalade replied, her tone still flat and showing no interest.

"May I ask why? I believe you are the only student not attending my lessons."

"Not interested. Got my hands full with normal classes as it is."

Radiant Heart frowned a little, just for a moment. "Are you falling behind your classmates?"

Adalade shook her head slightly. "Top grades of my year. I attribute that to the fact that I try not to get distracted with unimportant things."

"Yet you are guiding me."

"I'm hungry, so why not get a snack." She shrugged. "Guiding you is just a side effect of doing so."

"I see." Radiant Heart smiled. "Then I am glad you are wanting to snack. If ever you need anything, well, within my knowledge or power, feel free to ask."

Adalade didn't respond as she rounded a corner.

"Actually, there is one thing." She paused. "You could most likely get this done with faster than any other teacher."

"Oh? What might that be?" The Pegasus looked up at the slightly taller girl.

"When I started classes, I left something of mine back in Hogsmeade. You're a Pegasus, so you're most likely a faster flier than any witch or wizard on a broom."

"I'm sorry, but even though I am a teacher, I am not permitted to leave the castle grounds unless it is to go back to Equestria or if it's a very dire situation." Radiant Heart bowed her head a little. "I am sorry for this."

"It's no trouble. I can do fine in my classes for now without it. I just hope that I can pass my next few lessons without it."

Radiant Heart was no bleeding heart, and she knew an attempt at a guilt trip when she heard one. It had to do with dealing with the children of nobility for quite a few long years at Celestia's school. "I guess you will either have to make due, or ask a human teacher to fetch it for you. I can relay the message if you tell me what it is you left behind, and where it might be picked up."

Adalade cursed internally, but showed no reaction. "I'll ask my teacher if they can help me when they have the time." She rounded another corner, making adjustments to her plan.

Plan A had failed, thanks to the pony being smarter and more responsible than the girl had expected.

Plan B it was then.

Adalade led the teacher into a room.

"Is there some secret passage in this room that can help get us to our destination?" She turned to Adalade, and watched almost in slow motion as the girl drew her wand, a snarl on her face.

Pegasus reflexed were, thankfully, superior to that of humans. With a flick of her wing, she had her wand out. "Expelliarmus!" She called out, just before the girl could aim her own wand.

The girl's wand went flying across the room and into a corner.

"What is the meaning of this?" Radiant narrowed her eyes, keeping her wand trained on Adalade.

Adalade backed up, feeling the wall at her back. "Just a prank. I was going to turn your mane the same pink as your eyes." She looked nervous.

"Really?" The Teacher frowned, then drew out a second wand, the training wand she'd been given when she started. "How about we go speak with Headmistress Mcgonagal about this. Oh yes, and twenty points from Ravenclaw, for failing to prank me." She gestured to the doorway with her wand. "Now, lead the way."

Adalaed glanced toward her wand. There was no way she'd be able to fetch it before she got hit with some charm or curse. She really didn't know what this mare's repertoire of spells was.

Had she attended Prof. Heart's lessons, she would have known the mare really was lacking in any real spell knowledge of her own, other than the one spell she'd picked up earlier that week.

But she still had an ace up her sleeve, her Plan C. Turning toward the door, she reached into her robes, unseen by the teacher, and drew out a small pouch. She reached in and took a handful of the contents.

Before Radiant Heart could react, she found a strange gold, glittering powder in her face.

She inhaled in surprise... and suddenly found it very difficult to breathe. She couldn't even see thanks to the stuff getting in her eyes.

Adalade made her move for her wand, diving and rolling once she gotten hold of it, and used one of the pillars in the room for cover, in case Prof. Heart recovered faster than intended.

Peaking out, she grinned. The teacher was struggling to wipe away the dust from her eyes, using her wings. That meant they were occupied and not in position to cast any spells.

"Dormitabis!" She cast her spell at the Pegasus.

Radiant Heart stopped in her tracks, stiffened momentarily, then started wobbling for a few seconds. Suddenly she fell over onto her side and started snoring softly.

Adalaed stared in mixed disbelief and joy. "Well well, now to get you out of here and into the hands of the jerk who's making me do all this." She cast a few other spells, removing all evidence of the crime, before pulling out a sack. "Capacious Extremis!" She cast the spell onto the sack, which expanded the inside of the sack while seemingly doing nothing to the outside. The girl then started stuffing the mare inside. A quick disillusionment charm on the bag, and it was now indistinguishable from an ordinary sack, no magic aura at all.

The sack didn't look like it was carrying anything, so the girl was able to just fold it back up and hide it back in her robes.

She picked up the dropped wands and looked them over. "Can't have these laying around to be found... Evanesco!" With that, the wands simply... vanished.

Now all she had to do was to deliver the sack to the drop off point and send a message. Once done, she would hopefully be set free from the damn magic contract that forced her to do as her 'employers' demanded of her.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

DUN DUN DUN!

Chapter Thirty Four

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
34

Sweetie Belle, Janna, Phineas and Deuce left McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

The Pegasus pranced in place. "I think this is my favorite class. Prof. McGonagall has to be my favorite teacher." He stopped prancing and smiled. "Well, from all the normal teachers. Prof. Heart is way awesome too. Did you know she's actually willing to give me proper flying lessons?" His wings flapped and the small equine lifted off the ground.

Sweetie Belle giggled, as did Janna while Deuce shrugged. "Flying lessons from a Pegasus? That's perfect for you. Personally I like Prof. Flitwick best." The boy replied. "Zwei really liked Prof Blackwood."

The unicorn tapped her chin. "I think I like... all the teachers. All for different reasons of course. I can't say I have a favorite, other than Prof. Binns. I think it's because he's a ghost and I don't like ghosts."

"That, and his classes are 'dead' boring." Deuce added, his friends all groaning in agony from the horrible pun.

"Oh come on now." Janna lightly punched his shoulder. "He's not that bad. No student has ever died of boredom in hos class. Sides, Prof. Sprout is my favorite. I guess I like Prof. Snape too. Those two classes go hand in hand."

The students chattered away as they headed down the hall toward the library. They all needed a few extra books for their homework.

This continued till Deuce spotted Adalade Crouch walking down an intersecting hall, oddly not heading too or from the library. Her face was buried in a book. "And then there's Adalade. She just studies all the time. I think she's got the highest grades in every class she's in." The boy commented.

"She's not in Heart Magic class." Sweetie Belle pointed out. "Which is strange because the rest of the school is, even the other teachers show up for her lessons when they can."

"Well, she's about as friendly as a goblin, that one." Phineas replied.

As they reached the intersection, Sweetie Belle paused, looking down at the floor. "Hey, is that what I think it is?" She pointed a tiny hoof at something gold and sparkly on the floor.

There was just a tiny trace amount of it, but the filly recognized the glittery dust anywhere. She looked back and forth. She had no idea where the dust came from or which direction it was going. "Phin, with me. Janna, Deuce, go that way. Try to see if you can't find the source or where the trail starts."

The pair of humans nodded and took off. They both knew the ramifications of the glitterdust. That stuff was just plain bad news.

The pair of ponies headed off the other way.

Phineas galloped along next to Sweetie Belle. "Maybe we should call a teacher, unless someone else is just using some as a prank. It's not unheard of after all."

Sweetie Belle's eyes were narrowed, her horn glowing. The glow from her horn caught the glitter just nicely to make it show up more clearly. "If it's a prank, then we're all fine. But what if it's whoever sent a bunch of us those envelopes and maybe even those two who tried to capture me?"

"Prankster, that'd be fine." Phin nodded. "Bad guys? What would we do, considering this is inside the school. Whoever we might be following has to be a witch or wizard."

The pair had to agree with that. Rounding the next corner, they nearly collided with a pair of legs that was walking away from them.

"Hey!" A girl almost growled at the ponies. "Watch where you're going, and no running in the halls."

It was Adalade.

"Sorry." Sweetie called out as she slowed a little and cantered past the girl, then slowed to a complete stop, searching the floor. "The trail's all gone."

Phineas frowned and looked around, then up at Adalade. A few telltale specks of dust was on one of her sleeves. "Sweetie Belle. It's coming from Adalade."

Sweetie Belle spun around, looking at the girl who was glaring at the pair of small equines. "Adalade?"

"That's my name, and I'd appreciate if you didn't speak it anymore." She then looked to where they were looking, at her sleeve... and the glitterdust that stained the tip. "What? I am researching the stuff. I didn't like getting a face-full and I'm trying to find a way to protect myself should someone try to prank me again."

"Oh..." Sweetie Belle frowned. "That makes sense." She smiled up at the tall girl. "Maybe you could teach us too?"

"No, I don't think so. If you want to learn, you can do your own research." She stepped around the pair and continued on her way, after making sure no more glitterdust came off her sleeve, thus ending the trail.

Phineas snorted in annoyance. "Well, that was a waste of time." He started on his way back toward the intersection so he could get to the library for the books he needed. "You coming Sweetie?" He glanced back and saw his friend watching Adalade. "Sweetie Belle?"

"Hmm?" She looked back over her shoulder. "Oh, sorry. I was just wandering, where did she even get any glitterdust?"

Shrugging, Phineas rejoined Sweetie Belle. "You can always go ask her."

"Hmm, I don't know. She's the least likable person here. I think she's actually worse than you were when you were a human."

"Really?" Phin blinked. "Why's that?"

Sweetie Belle smiled cutely at the colt, causing Phin to blush a little. "Simple. Even when you were the bad boy, you still wanted to hang out with others, even if they were just your minions in your eyes at the time. Adalade isn't even remotely interested in any sort of social contact." She frowned. "That, and she's a liar." He eyes narrowed dangerously.

"How do you figure that?" The colt looked down the hall after the girl.

"The book she was reading."

Phineas was at a loss. He narrowed his eyes and focused on the book itself. His Pegasus 'hawk' vision coming in really helpful. "Hmm, I think that's a book on curses."

"Curses, Jinxes and Hexes, and How Best to Use Them." Sweetie Belle replied. "I saw the title when we were talking. How would curses, jinxes and hexes help protect you from glitterdust?"

"So, maybe she's studying for DAtDA?"

"She said, and I quote 'I am researching the stuff'. Am, as in present tense, not was or will be." The filly started following the girl, keeping at a safe distance to keep from being heard. "That, and she just seems to dislike everyone."

Phin sighed and joined Sweetie Belle. "And what if she's just doing something for some extra credit?"

With a shrug, Sweetie Belle kept on the trail. "And if she's not?"

Adalade turned a corner and vanished from view. The ponies hurried on their way to catch up, peeking around the corner and spotting the girl slipping into a room across the hall.

The pair hurried over and peeked through the slightly ajar door. They couldn't see anyone inside, not from their angle. Nor hear anyone.

Phin nudged the door open and poked his head in.

"Phin, be careful." Sweetie Belle was worried. She wasn't too sure, but she thought that the rooms in this hallway were all just storage rooms.

"She's not in here." He pushed the door open and stepped in fully.

Sweetie Belle followed, her tail swishing in agitation. Looking about, there were no other doors or windows, and the various boxes didn't really offer any good hiding places.

Sweetie Belle sniffed the air. She could just smell the hint of body odor. "She's in here." The filly pulled out her wand, holding it in her magic. Seeing this, Phineas pulled his wand out, holding it with a wing.

"Where?" Phin tried sniffing, and catching the smell as well. Both ponies ears swiveled, scanning the room for anything that was out of the ordinary that their eyes and noses might miss.

The door slammed shut suddenly. "Obliviate!"

...

"Sweetie Belle? Phineas? What are you doing sitting in a storage closet?" Deuce walked in on the pair. "Were you snogging?"

The ponies blinked a few times, seemingly confused. "I... I don't remember." Phineas spoke a little numbly.

Deuce knelt down and muttered a spell under his breath. After looking at the glow on the tip of his wand, he frowned deeply. "They've been hit by some memory modifying charm, I think. Maybe a memory erase charm." He looked up at Janna. "We need to get them to the infirmary. If we can recover their memories, then we can find out what happened."

Sweetie Belle was still holding her wand in her magic. The Lunar Wand started to glow on its own, encompassing Sweetie Belle's horn, then her head.

The filly's eyes snapped open wide. "Adalade!"

"What?" The human children both turned and stared at their unicorn friend. "Adalade? Did she do this to you?"

Sweetie Belle was recalling it all now. "Yea. She was the one who left that glitterdust. We followed her into this room and she got the jump on us. She cast some spell and then everything went blank. Did she hit us with a stun spell?" Her eyes snapped over to Phineas. "Oh no, Phin? Phin! Are you alright?"

"Who are you?" He asked dully.

"N-no..." Sweetie Belle took a step back. "Phineas, it's me, Sweetie Belle. You know me. We're friends."

"Sweetie Belle? I don't know... Wait... I remember you now..." His eyes darkened and narrowed. "You're that filthy little farm beast that McGonagall's allowed to attend at Hogwarts." He froze, suddenly seeming to realize he was looking the tiny filly in the eyes.

Holding up a hoof, the colt screamed in rage. "What have you done to me?" He roared and went to tackle Sweetie Belle, but suddenly had something grab him by the scruff of the neck and lift him off the floor. "Wh..." His eyes went wide as the gigantic Deuce was holding onto him. Phineas' wings and little legs flailed helplessly. "Let go of me. Do you know who I am?"

"Yea." Deuce drew his wand, a frown on his face. "Sorry about this buddy. Dormitabis!" Instantly, Phineas fell asleep.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

Can Madam Pomfrey restore Phineas' memories? Or will Sweetie Belle have to start their friendship over from scratch, assuming he can even be made to listen to reason once again?

Chapter Thirty Five

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
35

Sweetie Belle was frantic to locate Adalade. She flew above the castle and grounds on her Cloud Skimmer, trying to see if she couldn't spot the girl from up here while teachers and students scoured the halls and rooms within.

She was not alone in the sky. Every member of every Quiditch team was out in force as well.

The only way she could evade them easily was if she were to have left school grounds, but the barrier would have let McGonagall know if something like that had happened.

And so far, nobody had left the grounds.

Sweetie Belle needed to know why the girl had attacked her and Phineas.

She wanted to get Phineas back, but he was not being co-operative in the slightest. His memories had been erased, and the only way to restore them was to have the original caster of the spell undo it.

Every time the pony saw movement, she and a number of Quidich players would swoop down rapidly to try to see what it was.

Usually a bush, a flag, a bird or something not related to the target of their search.

After an hour and a half, Adalade Crouch was still missing. Or maybe just hiding really, really well.

Sweetie Belle landed in the courtyard when she spotted McGonagall. "Did you find her?" She looked up at the tall witch, her eyes big and wet from tears.

Headmistress McGonagall shook her head. "I am sorry Sweetie Belle, but even our tracer spells have not been able to locate her. We have even scoured the Room of Requirement, and there was no sign of her anywhere." The teacher knelt down and rested a hand on Sweetie Belle's slumped withers. "We'll not give up. I've called in a friend to help us out. He should be arriving soon. Come along, any information you can supply him will be invaluable."

...

Sweetie Belle sat on the lap of the man who had been called in.

Harry Potter the Auror himself. He was a very nice man, and Sweetie Belle couldn't help but like him greatly.

"And then Adalade cast a spell on Phineas and myself. After that, well, you know the rest." Sweetie Belle looked up into Potter's eyes, her own big eyes pleading for the man to help save not only Phin's memories, but maybe to save the girl herself. "Please. You have to save them both. I don't know why Adalade did this, but she can't have been doing it because she wanted to, just like how Zwei Gemini was being manipulated."

Potter smiled and patted the filly's soft back. "I'll do all in my power to find her and restore your friend. If she has somehow managed to leave the school grounds, it will be a fair bit trickier. I just hope she didn't sneak into the Dark Forest on her own."

McGonagall nodded. "It is always a very dangerous place. I have some teachers searching the borders for any signs of entry. Hagrid, of course, is searching deeper within."

Potter smiled and nodded. "Good. I'll start by asking some of the students from Ravenclaw what they can tell me about her." He set Sweetie off his lap and onto the sofa-chair's soft cushion. "I'll find her Sweetie Belle. You can trust me on that."

Sweetie Belle hugged Harry Potter. "I... I hope so. I don't like it when Phineas hates me."
...

Phineas was having to be kept constantly sedated. He was getting worse and worse, not just verbally abusive and downright threatening, but also violent as his anger grew at somehow missing months of school and being turned into a chicken mule.

It was considered best that Sweetie Belle and Phineas be kept separate from each other. Phin was very likely to try to attack the filly, with full intent to cause bodily harm.

Harry Potter had paid him a visit, and got nothing useful from the pony's mouth, but his magical examinations showed that there was still a possible trace back to the original wand that had been used to cast the spell.

Now only if he could actually make the connection, he could trace the wand anywhere in the world, hopefully.

"Mr. Potter?" Sweetie Belle's eyes glistened with moisture. "Maybe I can call in some help from home?"

Potter shook his head. "I don't think that's a good idea. We can't have magical ponies wandering the land or flying through the skies, in case muggles spot them. Then we'd have to call in the memory alteration squads, and it gets all messy if someone slips by."

Sweetie Belle's eyes sunk, looking down. "But I know Princess Twilight would really be able to help." Her eyes lit up. "Oh, what about Prof. Heart?"

McGonagall and Potter trades glances. Somehow, they felt what they were about to tell the filly was connected with Adalade's disappearance.

"Sweetie Belle." The elder witch frowned a little. "I am sorry, but we cannot locate Prof. Radiant Heart. She seems to be missing as well."

The filly's eyes went wide. "No... you don't think it was those people who tried to ponynap my friends and I before, do you?"

"Highly unlikely." She countered. "But not impossible, I'm afraid. I can look into it while Auror Potter does his work. You, in the meantime, I suggest you go back to the Griffindor Tower and try to get some rest."

Sweetie Belle scrunched her muzzle. "Fine." She looked disappointed, and really, REALLY worried. She hopped off the chair and left the Headmistress' office.

"So." Potter had a grave look on his face. "She's going to call home about this, isn't she?"

"I would expect no less from her." McGonagall smiled.
...

Celestia read the letter from Sweetie Belle, her eyes having gone wide. "Sister." Tia called out to the dark Alicorn who was hungrily devouring her 'breakfast'.

"Hmm?" She looked up, a pancake half way sticking out of her mouth.

"You are going to pay a visit to Sweetie Belle tonight. Something terrible has happened." She levitated the letter over to her sister, even as the dark mare swallowed and chewed her food.

Taking the letter in her own magic, she read it, her eyes going through a gambit of emotions. Shock, anger, a few tears. "This... How is this possible? We were assured that this Hogwarts was a safe place. Now one of our own has gone missing." Her eyes narrowed and hardened, her mane and tail whipping about, threatening anything and pony who would come within range.

"That is why you will be going to Hogwarts. Your magic is connected to Sweetie Belle's wand. Her wand is what transformed her friend, Phineas. It is possible that you, yourself, can form a bond with the colt, and thus track the magic which harmed his memories."

Luna rose. "That I shall do immediately... after I finish these blueberry pancakes."

"Oh, and I will be sending along someone who will be of great help... He needs to get out more, and the further the better, of late..."
...

Sweetie Belle paced back and forth in the common room. Fear and worry was written all over her face. She looked out the window, noting it was starting to just get dark,

At that moment, she felt the magic of the mirror activate. She rushed into the room to see a tall, slender woman with simple wizard's robes, and a long dark mane with flecks of midnight blue through it. Her soft skin reminded her of the moon in the night sky.

"Princess Luna?"

The Princess took a step forward, and wobbled uneasily. "How can humans walk upright like this?" She placed her hand on the wall for balance.

"Oh once you get the hang of it, it is very simple. Second nature actually." A familiar male voice came from the mirror moments before the man called Mr. Tumult emerged. "Why good evening Sweetie Belle."

"P-princess Luna? Discord?"

"Mr. Tumult if you will. The less who know of my true nature, the better." He levitated the filly, using a wand of all things, and set her onto his shoulder. "Princess, shall we?"

Luna took a few steps away from the wall, and quickly found the other adult human had taken her arm, in a rather polite gesture, to allow her to lean on him for support. "Why you had to transform me like this, I do not really understand."

"Sweetie Belle said in her letter that ponies would be to conspicuous in this world, and I have used this guise before already. Now, let us go pay a visit to my dear friend Minny." He snapped a finger and the trio vanished.

Some people at the Ministry of Magic would most likely rage at the blatant defiance of anti-apparating charms and enchantments that had been woven all through the school.

McGonagall looked into her scrying orb once again, this time examining Hogsmeade. If the girl had made it there, then hopefully she would be able to locate her.

A flash and a popping sound startled the witch. She spun about, a single long stemmed rose in hand. "What?" She frowned, the spotted the man and his two companions. "Ah, Mr. Tumult." She frowned slightly. "I do wish you would not pop in like this." She turned her eyes on Sweetie Belle. "You called in help, didn't you?"

Sweetie Belle shook her head. "No I didn't. I just sent a letter to Princess Celestia, letting her know what's been going on. I didn't know that Princess Luna and Dis... Mr. Tumult would come here."

"It's alright Sweetie Belle. Potter and I suspected this would happen. Though not exactly who would arrive." She eyed the woman. "Princess Luna. A pleasure to see you again. You are... human this time."

"Yes, it was preferable I take on a form that would not draw so much attention." Luna replied. "Though it will take some practice to fully get used to just walking without looking like a foal."

McGonagall was annoyed, but she couldn't be angry at the Equestirans. One of their own was missing, after all. And Sweetie Belle had not called in for the help. She'd just relayed a message to let them know what was going on.

But why did it have to be Mr. Tumult of all... people. She had her misgivings about even allowing him to saunter back and forth between Equestria and Earth, but she knew, basically, there was little to nothing she could do, at least, not on her own.

"Now Minny, might you have found anything new?" Tumult walked on over and looked into the crystal ball. "And please don't tell me you've been using this old thing. Any number of spells can easily block it."

"It's all I have at the time." McGonagall replied curtly.

Luna came over, still wobbling a bit, but it looked like she was getting the hang of using her ears and toes to keep her upright balance. "Headmistress, perhaps I may be of help. If I may pay a visit to Sweetie Belle's friend, Phineas, then I may be able to use the Lunar Wand to track her whereabouts."

"And how can you do that?" The witch looked curious. "This is a most dire time, and speed is of the essence, after all."

"The wand contains fragments of my horn. The wand, as well as Sweetie Belle's magic was used to transform Phineas. I can use the wand to try to trace any spells that have been cast upon the young colt."

McGonagall's eyes went wide for a moment as a flicker of hope was ignited. "And then you can locate the wand that cast the spell, and by extension, the caster."

Luna nodded. "May I have your permission to visit young Phineas? I do understand he is somewhat... distraught."

Tumult snickered. "Somewhat? I get the feeling that he's a lot more than distraught. I can feel the chaos and anguish boiling inside him, even from here."

"Then there is no time to waste." Luna spun around to head for the door... and kept spinning till Tumult caught her in his arms before she could take a rather embarrassing spill. "Th-thank you... Mr. Tumult."

Sweetie Belle had not seen Phineas since he'd been taken to the infirmary. "May I come too? Maybe I can, you know, help him remember?"

McGonagall shook her head. "I am sorry Sweetie Belle, but that is not a safe idea. His memories were not just hidden within his mind. They were removed. To recover them, we need the wand that did this to him, as well as knowing exactly what spell or spells were used. Till that time..."

"Please Headmistress?" Sweetie Belle pleaded. She didn't use her puppy dog eyes. "Phineas is... well, he's my best friend here at Hogwarts, even though I have so many other friends. It's my fault he got hurt."

"No, and that is final Sweetie Belle. There are other things you can be doing to help."

"Like what? I can't leave the school and it's obvious that Adalade isn't here anymore. What if SHE'S the one who made Prof. Heart go missing?"

"I had thought of that possibility." McGonagall turned and looked out the window, hands resting on the window sill. "This goes against ALL the rules... Mr. Tumult, what you did for Princess Luna. Can you do it for Sweetie Belle as well?"

"Turn her human? I could turn her into a dancing sombrero if I were so inclined. Not that I would. Fluttershy would be so disappointed with me if I did something like that to one of her dear friend's little sisters."

"Then make her a human... and she will be accompanying Princess Luna and yourself. If I am not mistaken, she is the only one who can truly use the Lunar Wand, am I correct?"

Luna nodded. "It would have severely diminished effects if any but her used it, even myself. The wand is bonded to her, after all." She smiled at the pony that was draped over Tumult's shoulders like a cat. "And to that end, Headmistress, she will have to accompany me to see Phineas. She and I will have to form the bond to trace the spell."

McGonagall sucked in a snort breath, then let it out slowly. "Very well... I will send word to ensure he is sleeping when you arrive."

"That will not do." Luna countered. "We will need his mind to be intact and active to form the bridge."

Tumult nodded. "And before you ask, I could turn him back into a human rather easily." He grinned, his single fang glinting in the lamp light of the office.

Sweetie Belle flinched. "You... you could have done that all this time? Why didn't you help when we were first trying to change him back?"

"I said I could. I didn't say I would." Tumult snickered before snapping his finger.

Sweetie Belle let out a startled squeak as she was teleported to the floor, once again in the very human form she had taken with Rarity and Twilight's pendant.

Sans clothes...

"Oops." Tumult snapped a finger again, and Sweetie Belle was now dressed in proper civilian clothing. "Much better."

Sweetie Belle hopped to her feet and looked down at herself. A simple pair of slacks and sweater, sneakers on her feet, and her long hair cascading down to her waist. "Thank you Mr. Tumult."

"Any time my dear. Now, off to the ward for the temporarily insane."

"Wait, what?" Luna, McGonagall and Sweetie Belle all cried out, a moment before the four humans vanished from the office.

...

Adalade landed hard on the grass. It took her a moment to recover and realize where the port-key had taken her.

Hogsmeade.

She frowned. The thing that had been hidden in the Room of Requirement had done the job she'd wanted it to, though not quite as far as she'd wanted.

Still, she had enchanted her cloak with a simple anti-scrying charm. It wouldn't last long, but hopefully it would last long enough for her to hand over the Pegasus, and be freed from the damn contract.

Making her way around the outskirts of the village, she found the shed that was to be the drop off point. Pulling her wand out, she unlocked the door and slipped inside.

The shed, while small, had a couple cots as well as shelves with all sorts of knickknacks. Clothes hung from the ceiling, both clean and dirty.

The place smelled a little off. Not really too pleasant, that was for sure. The walls looked to have been stuffed with cloth to form some sort of insulation from the cold or wet weather, and a small oil heater was the sole source of both light and heat.

Reaching into her robe, she pulled out the small crystal sphere and sent out the latest missive.

.- - -.. .-. --- .--. --- ..-. ..-. .-- .. - .... .--. .- -.-. -.- .- --. .

.- -.-

Pocketing the sphere, she sat down on a stool and waited.

No more than five minutes later, which was quite a surprise to the girl, the door opened and a pair of cloaked figures stepped into view. One tall, and one short.

...

Phineas, if he hadn't been angry before, seeing Sweetie Belle in human form nearly drove him to try to bite and kick the girl with all his tiny might.

Not that he could actually do anything, as he was now suspended by Luna's own magic, his mouth clamped shut. He had said some rather hurtful things, none of which Sweetie Belle would hold him accountable for, ever. He wasn't himself after all.

Well, he was himself. His old self, but not his TRUE self, the kind, funny and really nice Phineas. Right now he was back to his old Phine'ass'.

"Luna placed a hand on Sweetie Belle's shoulder. "Now, I will guide both the wand and yourself."

The filly turned girl nodded and drew her wand. She flinched when she saw the fear and hatred in Phineas' eyes. "I'll save you Phin. I'll bring you back to us."

McGonagall and Tumult just stood back to watch.

Sweetie Belle felt the gentle, powerful and nearly overwhelming power of the princess behind her as it flowed through her being and into her wand. She opened her eyes, now glowing pure white. She lifted off the floor, much to McGonagall's shock.

She spoke. Not in English, nor even Equestrian, but an ancient language of the Unicorns from before Equestria's existence.

Each syllable spoken made the room shake, a light thrum filling the infirmary.

Phineas almost looked like he wanted to wet himself as the tip of the wand neared his forehead. He couldn't move at all thanks to that strange lady's magic.

The moment the wand and his head connected, he felt the surge of magic pour through him. He'd heard of powerful wizards and witches, who on occasion could make their very eyes glow white with power, but he'd always just thought such a thing was stories.

Now he knew the truth, as well as could feel the power that flowed from the wand and into him.

It didn't hurt, or burn, or even tingle. He felt like he was submerged into a wonderfully warm bath, with the warmth infusing his entire being. He closed his eyes and sighed softly, unable to resist the bond that the magic was making.

Slowly, he became aware of things. Things within his mind and body. Not memories, no. But the flow of magic itself, from his heart and into his hooves, eyes, and wings.

He became aware of a sensation he was unfamiliar with, but he welcomed it into himself. It was a light, fluttering sensation, yet so much more. He couldn't possibly identify it, as he had never experienced it himself.

Phineas had never known love.

Now he did.

To Be Continued...

Chapter Thirty Six

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
36

Princess Luna had to sit down after what had happened. She'd not been expecting Sweetie Belle to have drained so much magic from her while channeling it through herself and her wand.

Sweetie Belle was laying on one of the cots now, looking totally exhausted.

Tumult helped Pomfrey lay the seemingly stunned Phineas onto another cot, out of sight of Sweetie Belle. He then returned to Luna's side. "So, did you make a connection to the wand that erased his mind?"

Luna nodded and accepted the cup of water from Tumult. "Yes. I can sense it. It's actually not terribly far, though it is moving very fast, and getting further away. If I had full access to my magic in this world, then I could simply teleport us there."

Tumult chuckled and pressed a finger to the woman's forehead. Their eyes shone white for a few seconds. "And there, I can track it too." He smirked at the annoyed look on Luna's face.

"So, are you going to teleport us then?" Luna asked.

"While I can teleport, sadly I cannot teleport that far on this side of the mirror. It's rather bland and boring with most of the world's chaos coming from various muggle wars or the bad decisions of certain country's leaders. All in all, the nature of magic over here is... pretty boring."

Luna rose to her feet, setting the now empty cup aside. "Well, with both of us able to track the wand, this will make our job much easier. I know the direction it is in, but not the exact distance, though I can feel the wand moving away."

"Come now Princess, I'm the spirit of Chaos. Do you honestly expect me to just follow a straight line?" He grinned. "Besides, my connection to the wand is through you. Yours is through Sweetie Belle, hers through her wand, and the wand's connection is through the Angry Chicken."

"Your point being?"

"We cannot stray far from one another, lest the connection be broken."

Luna frowned a little. "That means we need to bring Sweetie Belle along with us, doesn't it?"

"Aaand?"

"And? Wait, we need to bring little Phineas as well?" Luna did not like that idea. If his memories were still messed up when he woke up, then that in itself could cause issues, possibly. Maybe? Who was she kidding. Luna knew that Phineas would cause more trouble than he was worth, and bringing along a winged little pony would only attract unwanted attention. "Is there any way you can disguise Phineas?"

Tumult snapped his finger, and the colt poofed up in smoke. Once it cleared, there sat a fish, flopping on the bed and gasping for water.

"Oops, that's not good." Another snap and another poof.

"What ARE you doing?" Pomfrey stormed over and glanced at the child laying on the bed. "Wh... what have you done to Phineas?"

Tumult looked, and then he looked surprised. "Huh, human on the second try. That's surprisingly good for a change."

"But he's supposed to be a boy." Pomfrey pointed an accusing finger up at Tumult's face. "Turn him back now, or else."

"Or else what? He didn't want to be a pony, he was quite verbose on that subject. Now he, SHE'S a human again. Gender isn't really 'that' important, now is it?"

"Change. Him. Back."

"Fine, fine." the strange looking man snapped his finger casually, but there was only a strange small flash of blue and green light.

Phineas was still a girl.

Pomfrey growled and pulled a blanket over the half naked girl. "Well? What are you waiting for?"

"I did try." He snapped again, and another flash from somewhere in the room. He turned to the source. "Was that Sweetie Belle? I think she... she blocked my magic." He trod over and looked, expecting to see the girl sitting here with wand in hand.

Rather, she was passed out on the cot, and the wand was sitting on the bed-stand, glowing ever so slightly.

"Well poo. It seems that the Lunar Wand doesn't want me messing with the poor boy. Girl. Hehe." He grinned. "Sorry, but Sweetie Belle's got his current form under lock and key. Metaphorically speaking of course."

Luna approached and placed her fingers gently on the wand. "Yes, I see. Sweetie Belle and the wand do not want anyone messing with Phineas. It seems that the young lady over there is under the same magical effect that had originally transformed him from human to pony." She frowned. "Meaning Sweetie Belle just used Alicorn levels of transformation magic once again."

Tumult cringed back. "You are joking. She's not an Alicorn."

"Do I look like an Alicorn?" Luna stated flatly. "When she is returned to pony form, then we will see if she's transformed again. I did focus a great amount of magic through her though..."

Tumult smirked widely as he poked at the newly girled human's cheek. "That's just what Equestria needs. Another princess. Oh, she's waking OOF!"

Tumult was thoroughly body checked aside as Pomfrey rushed over. "Phineas?"

"Uuuh..." She groaned and cracked an eye open, hissing slightly as the light entered her eyes. "What happened?" She managed to groan.

"Oh, well. You're awake. And we have some good news and some bad news." Pomfrey took a breath. "Good news is, you're human again."

Instantly Phineas patted 'his' chest down and grinned. "Good job... What's with my voice?"

"And that's the bad news... you're now a girl."
...

Magic meters at the Ministry of Magic used for monitoring under aged witches and wizards spiked momentarily.

"Was that a spell?" A witch who was tasked with keeping an eye on the students at Hogwarts tapped the crystal. "Didn't seem like a spell from a student. It's still going. No student can maintain this strong a spell for this long."

Her companion, an older wizard, read the meter and frowned. "Phineas Malfoy... and only a few minutes ago we had 'her' again."

"Why are you constantly surprised with young Miss. Belle? She's a magical being, remember?"

A groan came from the wizard. "Yes, I know, I know. She literally abuses magic for everything. One would think that having a human form would, I don't know, reduce how often she's using magic."

"Human form? She doesn't have a human form. That was a transmogrification prank. Didn't you get the letter that she turned back to normal?"

"No, I don't think I did. That would explain that... But Phineas was also abusing magic nearly constantly."

"Obviously. He was turned into a Pegasus, and there's a theory that's his Animagus form."

"I knew that already... Should we report this?"

"I think so. Send over someone to check what... hold on. The meter's died down... and back to normal human student levels."

The wizard blinked. "Do you think that huge surge was him turning back into a human? I know were mostly supposed to ignore most of what we see here, but when we get surges like that..."

The witch nodded in complete agreement. "Nah, if he's managed his first animagus transformation, that would totally explain the surge. He is rather young to be studying such magic, but hey, maybe he got tired of being a pony."

"I'd love to be a Pegasus. Flying free all I want." He sighed.

"Not having to wear pants."

"Who says I wear pants under my robes."

"I did NOT need to know that..."

...

Phineas finally stopped screaming, if only because her lungs had run out of air.

The adults had all plugged their ears, except Tumult, who no longer HAD any ears.

Sweetie Belle had woken up, covering her ears. "What just happened?"

"YOU!" Phineas jumped off the bed and rushed down to where she could see the now human pony. "You turned me into a girl, didn't you?"

"Why would I do that? How could I do that?" Sweetie Belle panicked a little. "Did I do that?"

Tumult came over, followed by the two witches and one princess. "No, that was all on me. I tried to turn Phineas into something that wouldn't attract any attention. First try was a fish, so that wouldn't have gone over well. Second try, human again. I bet you'll be happy to be able to wiggle your fingers again."

Phineas turned to glare at the tall man. "You did this to me?" She was really mad.

"Not intentionally. Chaos magic isn't an exact science."

"It's not science at all!" Sweetie Belle jumped up and stood next to the new girl. "Turn her back into a boy right now, please?"

"You're not allowing me." Tumult shrugged. "I tried to change her back into a boy, but it failed."

Sweetie Belle stiffened as Phineas turned to glare daggers at her, causing her to flinch away. "You're not allowing me to become a boy again? Why would you even DO that? Is it because I tease you?"

Sweetie Belle shook her head. "No. I don't know what Mr. Tumult is talking about."

Luna placed a hand on Phineas' shoulder, gently gripping her shoulders. "Tis not Sweetie Belle's fault. May well be mine. I fear I may have awakened her wand, yet again."

All eyes were on Luna, and she stood firm. "We needed to form a link with the wand that has erased your memories, Phineas. To do so, we needed to use powerful magic." She released the girl and approached Sweetie Belle. "May I see your Lunar Wand please?"

Sweetie Belle looked around, and spotted it on the bed-stand. She reached down and picked it up. Nobody was expecting the simple 'pop' sound and Sweetie Belle vanishing into her clothes.

A moment later, once again a little unicorn, her head popped out. "What just happened?"

Phineas stared at the wand. "Give that to me." She tried to grab it from where it lay on the floor, but Sweetie Belle swept it up in her magic. "No. Phineas, please. I want to help you get your memories back. We're friends, you and I. Please."

Phineas stared at the filly. She'd felt the magic that had flowed through her before. It was warmer and gentler than any force she could remember ever experiencing. Sighing, the girl knelt down. "I hate to beg, but please, can you at least try to turn me back to a boy... even if it's a pony boy."

Sweetie Belle looked at McGonagall, who simply nodded. The witch just stood there, watching with a neutral expression on her face. "I'll try, but no promises, okay?"

"Just don't turn me into a girl pony..." She warned.

Sweetie Belle pointed her wand at Phineas, concentrated on the magic. It came oh so easily, far too easily.

A moment later, still human, Phineas' features changed to how he's originally looked before he had originally became a pony. He did a quick check in the blankets that were draped over his shoulders. "I'm a boy again." He actually scooped the small pony, still entangled in her clothes, and hugged her. "Th-thank you."

"You're welcome?" Sweetie Belle smiled softly. "May you put me down please?"

Phineas set the pony down and she struggled out of the human clothes.

Gasps filled the room.

"Sweetie Belle!" Luna beamed brightly. "You... you have your cutie mark!"

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

Art will be coming with the next chapter :unsuresweetie:

Chapter Thirty Seven

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
37

Sweetie Belle spun in circles in excitement before she skidded to a stop, making a few extra spins. Her eyes spun for a few moment longer before they focused on her cutie mark.

It was the most amazing mark she'd ever seen before, and not because it was HER cutie mark.

A soft pink pair of 'ribbons' made the shape of a heart, intertwining with the light lavender cloud and soft blue moon. A green star that matched her eyes floated in the middle of it all.

"I got my cutie mark..." She was so happy, and tears were in her eyes.

Luna knelt down, examining the mark in amazement. "Such a complex cutie mark..." She admired the star and the moon especially. In a way, it reminded her of her own. "I would love to learn more about it, but we need to go after Adalade Crouch. If she is the one who somehow took Radiant Heart away, then we have no more time to waste."

Sweetie Belle nodded, as did Tumult.

Phineas just crossed his arms and looked away. "Good luck."

"Oh, you are coming with us young man." McGonagall snapped at the boy, causing him to flinch.

"Y-yes Headmistress McGonagall." He knew better than to act out in front of her. He looked back at Sweetie Belle. He wanted to hate her, to make her life hell.

Yet for some reason, seeing her so happy at getting some strange magical tattoo on her butt, it struck a chord in him. He felt... happy? He was happy for the filly, and it made him mad that he couldn't understand why.

Sweetie Belle looked up at the witch and nodded, then took everyone by surprise as she smoothly shifted form into her human form. She was smaller than any other student by nearly a head, but her features remained that of Sweetie Belle, minus her horn and tail, obviously.

Even her cutie mark remained on her hips.

Phineas and McGonagall blushed as Sweetie bolted to grab her clothes to get dressed. "Sorry about this." She called out from behind the screen. "Um... how do these panty things work again?"

...

Sweetie Belle, now a human, much to everyone's surprise, was following Luna as they made their way from the school grounds and toward Hogsmeade. Following behind Sweetie Belle was Phineas, who was unusually somber and quiet.

McGonagall followed in the rear with Tumult, and the two were chatting away.

The Headmistress was actually rather impressed with how keenly perceptive and intelligent the monster in human form was. Oh, and he was quite a charmer too.

Had he actually been a wizard, she might have taken an interest.

The little Animagus joined Princess Luna up front. "Princess?"

"We will visit the village to search for any clues." She replied to the cute, tiny human girl. "It is best we know who we are dealing with before we attempt to capture them. What can you tell me of this Adalade Crouch?"

"She's really smart, like, Princess Twilight smart, but she's completely different. She hates people, or at least has no interest in making friends and goes out of her way to keep others from trying to befriend her." Sweetie Belle hugged herself and shivered a little, not because it was too chilly, but because she felt bad for Adalade. "Why wouldn't anyone want to have friends?"

Luna smiled, but had a sad expression on her face. "It is complex. I know where she is coming from. I wanted to be loved so bad, but everything I did pushed others away, that thousand years ago. I went mad, driven insane by my own feelings of inadequacy."

Sweetie Belle hugged Luna around the waist, and got a gentle pat on the head in return. "And you know what happened after that."

"You became Nightmare Moon." Sweetie Belle replied, releasing Luna so they wouldn't risk tripping.

"And then I got grounded for my temper tantrum." Luna giggled.

McGonagall knew a little of the history of Equestria, thanks to ongoing correspondence with Twilight Sparkle. Her eyes widened and she spoke up, ignoring a rather humorous anecdote from Tumult. "Hold on a moment Princess. Temper tantrum? Grounded? You were banished for a thousand years."

Luna nodded. "Yes. And remember, My sister and I are immortal. We are older than the human race."

This brought some perspective to Minerva's mind. "Older than... How is that possible?"

"We are, in fact, Goddesses, my sister and I. We do not brag, nor lord our power over our subjects. We guide them toward a better tomorrow, forever and always."

Luna slowed and let Minerva catch up. "My sister and I guided the sun and the moon for millennia, but for a time, we allowed our little ponies to take control, to guide them on their own, to allow them to evolve and grow. It wasn't until Discord arrived and threw the world into chaos that we chose to return our celestial bodies to our control, though we had to rely on some ancient artifacts to do so. Mr. Tumult is by far one of the most powerful gods on Equestria, even more-so than Mother Faust."

Sweetie Belle lowered her head for a moment and smiled. "Mother Faust."

Just to be clear, Equestria didn't actually HAVE any religions. Sure, there were gods and goddesses, but they were not worshiped. They had no need to be worshiped, as their natures drew upon natural forces.

For some odd reason, Phineas lowered his own head and whispered her name. He didn't know why, but he felt that the name alone deserved the respect just by acknowledging it.

The boy kept quiet as the adults talked.

Sweetie Belle slowed and walked beside him, smiling. "You know Phineas. You and I are friends, even if you can't remember it."

"Why would I want to remember something like that?" He harrumphed, crossed his arms and looked away.

Sweetie Belle placed a tiny, slender hand on his forearm. "You were so much happier, and everyone liked and respected you. Your grades even improved a lot."

Phineas didn't pull away in disgust, as he'd thought he would. He just stayed quiet.

"Many of us would form groups and study together. Griffindor and Slythrin. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw." Sweetie Belle continued. "Rather than always competing with each other over every little thing, we would get along. That doesn't mean there wasn't healthy competition. There's plenty of that between the houses." She giggled a little. "And from what I have been told by the older students who remember the earlier years, the school has never been so unified."

Phineas sighed. "So... this is all because of you?"

Sweetie Belle blushed. "No. I may have started it, but it's because everyone else put aside their differences on their own. You also helped a lot too you know."

Phineas flinched. "How? I... I bullied you."

"Because you bullied me. Everyone started pulling together, and... sorry about turning you into a colt. We couldn't change you back because we believe you're an Animagus."

Phineas stopped and stared at Sweetie Belle in shock. "What? How? There's never been an Animagus in the Malfoy family, ever."

"That's my fault again. I transformed you with super powerful magic, and I think that's what caused that magic to awaken within you."

Phineas actually smiled. "So... I can become a winged horse? Sorry, pony?"

"Yea." Sweetie Belle smiled brightly up at the blond boy. "And you loved flying and resting on the clouds."

"Wait, what? That's not... ah, pony magic, right?"

A nod was his answer as the group finally came within view of the dingy looking village.

...

Radiant Heart was trapped inside an enchanted sack which fit within the man's smelly jacket. She was not able to get out, but thankfully the sack was open just enough for her to be able to breathe.

Still, it was too cramped for her to get out on her own, despite her struggles.

She could hear a couple humans talking about how they were going to be insanely rich once they sold her off to someone.

This did not sit well with the mare.

Though it was cramped within, she managed to pluck a feather from her wing, hissing at the pinching pain. Though she knew almost no magic, she had learned a few interesting charms.

She focused on the wizarding spell, how the magic was constructed as the charm was cast. While being no expert, she felt she could, hopefully, pull this off.

Radiant Heart channeled her heart magic into the feather, weaving a message into it. She felt that the only reason this might work was because it was her own feather, with her own magic within it.

Slipping it out through the opening in the sack, she pushed the magic of flight into it. "Minerva McGonagal." She whispered, and instantly the feather took off, flying out the small open window before either of her captors could react.

She just hoped that the message would find its way to its target.

...

"I'm sorry I can't help you much more Mr. Potter." Aberforth Dumbledore shook the younger man's hand. "But that's all I can tell you."

Harry smiled, pleased with what he'd learned. "Don't worry Abe. Now that I know about those two, I can track them down."

"Not likely. They have magic items, and can use them, even though they're muggles."

Potter frowned. "Muggles using magic is very dangerous. Do you know who their parents are? They're obviously not related."

"No, but one time I heard the lady mention her mother was a cruel witch who deserved it when she was executed in a muggle jail." Abe leaned filled a mug when he spotted one of the patrons signal for another pint of ale. The barmaid carried it off. "So, she might just be a squib, not just a muggle."

"Now that's interesting. Would explain how they can get magic items. Again, thanks Abe." He placed a few golden galleons on the counter, which quickly vanished into the older man's pocket.

"Remember, normally I'd tell you squat, but kidnapping a teacher from Hogwarts would reflect badly on me. I hope you can get them."

"That is assuming there was a kidnapping. Anyways." Harry waved and headed for the door, only to stop when a tall, extremely beautiful woman walked in, standing tall and looking extremely confident in herself.

A moment later some other entered with her. Minerva, a tall, strange looking man... and two first years.

"Oh, Children not allowed. Git out." A shrunken head yelled at Phineas and Sweetie Belle.

Potter stared for a moment. That girl and boy looked strangely familiar.

The two toned hair and green eyes, only one other being had such hair, and the blond boy with the high ponytail as well. "Minerva? Sweetie Belle?" He then looked at the boy. "Phineas Malfoy? What are you doing here?"

"Ah, Mr. Potter." Minerva smiled. "I was hoping to catch you. Come along, we have much to discuss, and little time to do so."

Harry blinked, a little confused as he was led from the tavern. "Is this about the missing student and teacher?"

Minerva nodded. "Yes, we have a lead on their direction."

The young man's eyes lit up at that. "Really? That would make my job so much easier. I think I have a lead on who may have taken your teacher as well."

Sweetie Belle tugged on Harry's sleeve and looked up at him with her big, soft green eyes. "Adalade Crouch, I think she somehow ponynapped Radiant Heart and smuggled her out of the school somehow."

"Hmm, that works with what information I have. One Vanellope Whorl and her companion, Crunk Burger. They were the ones involved in the attempt to kidnap you and your friends before."

Phineas stared wide-eyed at Harry Potter. He was standing in the presence of the man who had basically saved his family from eternal damnation, but destroyed their honor forever. He had mixed feelings on the man.

But the way Sweetie Belle was talking to him, a girl who honestly seemed to like and care about the boy, she seemed to respect Potter. Harry spoke with her and the adults, not acting arrogant at all. Rather, he was polite and even acknowledged the boy politely.

His father, when he did speak about Potter, it was with a mix of dislike and respect. Meeting Harry Potter had not been something Phineas had ever expected, and the man was a lot nicer.

"So, those two are said to be living in one of the shacks on the south side of town. I was just heading over there now."

"Then we shall accompany you." Minerva replied.

"The more help I can get the better." Potter said as he lead the group toward the small tightly packed group of shack housing. "And that's the one right there."

They approached carefully, the children staying back with a rather nonchalant Tumult.

Potter used a few scanning spells, and he detected someone was inside. He hit the door with a spell, throwing it open and rushed inside, wand at the ready.

Adalade Crouch lay in the middle of the floor, a bloody lump on her forehead.

Luna stepped up. "Harry Potter, allow me to tend her wound." She knelt next to the girl, her own magic examining her for the extent of her wounds. "She hath taken a blow to the head by a blunt object." She laid her hand over the wound, ensconced in a deep blue glow. A moment later, the girl groaned.

"Adalade Crouch?" Minerva stepped up as Luna moved away, giving the girl's teacher space.

"Headmistress?" She shook her head. "What happened?" She touched her face, still coated with some sticky blood and paled.

"Shh my dear. You are alright now." Minerva stood over the girl as Potter helped her to her feet. "What happened here?"

"I..." Adalade looked away, shame written all over her face. "I was bewitched to do their bidding. I know you have no reason to believe me but I'm so sorry." She cried and latched onto Minerva, crying into the woman's robes.

Sweetie Belle, Phineas and Tumult peeked into the shack and kept quiet. It was strange to see Adalade crying, latching onto the rather stunned McGonagall as she was and apologizing as much as she was.

It took the witch a few minutes to get her to calm down enough to explain things.

"I... I was tricked into signing a magic contract that forced me to do whatever those two wanted." She looked away, obviously ashamed. "Vannelope is my aunt. They heard about Sweetie Belle and her friends and wanted me to try to capture one and bring them to her. I couldn't refuse because of the contract."

Potter had a neutral expression on his face, but a fire was burning in his chest. He wanted to demand how a family member could do something like that to their own. "Miss. Crouch. You will return to Hogwarts. There will be an investigation. Do you know where the contract is?"

Adalade pointed to a small metal bucket filled with ashes. "They burned it and released me. Then Mr. Burger swung a club at my head... After that I woke up to see you here."

"Minerva, please take her back to the school. I'll try to return with your teacher as soon as possible. Sweetie Belle, Phineas, Princess Luna, you are with me."

"What about me? What am I? Chopped onion?" Tumult pouted.

Potter glanced at the man. "Like you would listen to anything I have to say. I know who and what you are Mr. Tumult, so please, help however you feel. Just try to be subtle about it."

Tumult grinned, then looked toward Luna. "Well Moony? Do I have the allowance to help?"

Luna eyed Tumult warily for a moment, then nodded. "Subtlety is most important in this world."

Tumult frowned a little. "I will try my best, but no promises. We all know how chaos works, don't we?" He snapped his finger and vanished.

Minerva turned back toward the school with Adalade. "Oh yes, Adalade, do you know exactly why your aunt wants a pony?"

"Money. She wants to sell a talking magical pony for as much money as she can get." The girl replied. "I don't know who to though. She never told me anything other than what I've overheard. I'm in a lot of trouble, aren't I?"

"Perhaps." Minerva guided Adalade back toward the school.

"I am so expelled..."

...

The going was slow on foot, and Harry was starting to get annoyed. "Is there any way the three of you can move faster?"

Sweetie Belle nodded. "I could summon my Cloud Skimmer, but I don't think Phineas can ride on it with me. It's made for me to use as a pony. Phineas, I could change him back into a Pegasus and he could fly."

"And what of myself?" Luna asked. "Twas Tumult who transformed me, and I am unable to reverse it."

Potter chuckled. "Can you ride a broom m'lady?"

"Never tried before." She countered flatly. "I normally have wings."

"Ah, well then. You can ride with me. I'm pretty good on a broom." He reached into his robes and pulled out a black, polished broom and straddled it. "Sit behind me, wrap your arms around my waist." He grinned slightly as the beautiful woman pressed her chest to his back after she mounted the broom as well.

Sweetie Belle summoned her Cloud Skimmer, and in a couple minutes it arrived, but not before she returned Phineas to his Pegasus form, clothing shifting with his form as well. She too shifted back to her native form and hopped onto her board.

Phineas flapped his wings, surprised that he knew the basics of how to use them. "This is going to be different."

"You'll love it. You always have." Sweetie Belle took to the air, followed by Harry and Luna, then finally Phineas. They turned in the direction of the wand and started flying...

To Be Continued...

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Chapter Thirty Eight

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
38

Adalade Crouch, for the time being, had been locked up in the highest tower of Hogwarts, at least till the investigation could be completed and the poor girl interrogated by the Ministry of Magic.

Minerva had made sure the girl was comfortable, so that one small thing to ease the turmoil that was in her head and heart.

She strode up the stairs to her office and the moment she entered, she felt an unfamiliar, but not aggressive, source of magic, and it was coming from her desk.

Drawing her wand, Minerva made her way forward, and spotted a golden orange feather scribbling away on an unrolled scroll.

"That's one of Radiant's feathers." Minerva came closer to see what was being written.

"Headmistress Minerva McGonagall.

This is Radiant Heart.

It seems I have been ponynapped by a pair of humans, one of which smells really bad. I can hear a train from outside the very cramped enchanted sack I have been stuffed in.

My wands are missing, not that I can do anything from within here. The best I could do was to send you this letter.

I have not been harmed, yet. I am hungry and thirsty though, and these humans have all but ignored my asking for at least some water.

The important thing is that for the moment I am alright. I have tried to place a tracing spell on this feather that should lead you back to me, hopefully.

I do not blame the girl who initially kidnapped me, as I get the feeling she has been forced to do what she did. I would like to talk with her when I get back to Hogwarts and try to help her, if I can.

Anyways, please send help.

Radiant Heart"

Minerva plucked the feather and cast a tracing spell on it. A thin beam of light shot out, pointing out the window.

"Radiant, you're a better witch than you might give yourself credit for." She grabbed her broom, opened the window, and took flight, bringing the feather along with her.

...

Sweetie Belle was in the lead. She wasn't the fastest of the group, but somehow she had a feeling where she needed to go. The others, at Princess Luna's request, had pulled back to follow.

"I see it." Sweetie Belle called back. "I can see the train."

Indeed, it was the train that ran from London to Hogsmeade station, and it was puffing away at a normal speed.

The party of fliers descended and landed on the caboose, only to find the door was locked.

A man, most likely the conductor, looked out the window. "Hey, you can't be trying to board the train like that. I'll call the Ministry of Magic on you."

Harry Potter held up his Auror's badge. "That's not necessary. I'm already here."

The conductor adjusted his glasses, then looked a little shocked. "Harry Potter?" He quickly unlocked the door and let the group inside. He looked them over. "Why do you have a beautiful woman and two children with you? Oh, are they your family?"

"No, I'm married to Ginny Weezly. These are a couple students from Hogwarts and... a foreign dignitary. We need to check the train for a pair of criminals. A tall, thin woman and a short, fat man."

Harry paused a moment, recalling his own aunt and uncle. Skinny woman with a fat man... Somehow he wasn't surprised.

"Hmm, I think there's a few on the train like that. Seeing as you are on official business, I'm not going to get in your way." The conductor stepped out of the way. He assumed Harry Potter was protecting the lady and the two children for some Ministry reason.

Potter and Sweetie Belle made their way through the train, car by car, cabin by cabin.

Sweetie Belle peeked into the middle cabin on the third car when they'd reached it and jumped back, whispering to Harry. "It's them. They're the ones that tried to ponynap me before. I recognize them."

Potter nodded and took the lead. He drew his wand and with a flick of his magic, the door flew open. Before either of them could react, Harry cast his spell at the pair of them. "Stupify!" And both humans went rigid.

The young girl rushed past and looked between the pair, then went to the man and reached into his jacket, with Harry keeping his wand at the read. He watched as she pulled out a small sack and opened it.

"Oh, Sweetie Belle? Is that you?" A voice came from within, making Potter raise an eyebrow. "Please let me out of here. It's so cramped and I really would like to stretch my wings."

The filly turned human nodded and stretched the opening wide enough for the mare to squeeze out. "Oh I am so glad you're alright." She hugged Radiant Heart, who got a pony hug back, wings included.

Luna entered the cabin and knelt down. "Art thou well Radiant Heart?"

The mare stared at the woman for a moment, squinting her eyes slightly. "Princess Luna?"

"Indeed. Come, let us get you some place safe once I am assured you are well enough to fly." Luna smiled.

Potter shook his head. "We can't just have your friend trot through the cars. Everyone would see her."

Radiant sighed. "Back into the sack then?" She was still covered with glitterdust, and looked not pleased at the concept of being cooped up in there for even a moment longer.

"Um, maybe I can turn her into a human for just a little while?" Sweetie Belle smiled, though not fully convinced she could.

Potter shook his head. "No, that wouldn't do. She doesn't know how to walk properly on two legs, or at least I assume so?"

"Assuming makes a foal out of all involved." Radiant replied. "Though in this case, your assumption is correct. So how will we be getting myself out of here? I do not want to go back into the bag."

The Auror grinned. "Oh, it's not a problem. I'll just apparate us all back to Hogsmeade, then take these two to the Ministry of Magic. They have a lot to answer for."

"Why apparate when you can just ask for a little help." Tumult poked his head through the window.

Not that his back half could be seen through the clear window at all. It was just his head and shoulders visible.

Harry grinned. "Brilliant."

...

Harry Potter had bid the small group a friendly farewell, with a promise to come visit some time in the future. He apparated with the pair of prisoners, both still stunned.

"I feel the need to go take a nice bath." Radiant Heart shook her wings, scattering the shiny dust about for a couple yards around her.

Phineas nodded, and in a smooth shift of form, he was a Pegasus again. "Don't say a thing Sweetie Belle. I don't like being a pony, not one bit, except for the flying under my own power. That's the only thing I can learn to accept."

Sweetie Belle giggled and shifted to pony form as well, then hopped onto the Cloud Skimmer she'd been carrying around under an arm.

Radiant Heart blinked. "Hold on. How can you transform like that?" She stared at the colt and filly, somewhat dumbfounded. "I didn't see any magic used, Heart or Wand."

"We're Animagus." Sweetie Belle beamed while Phineas rolled his eyes, spread his wings, and took off. "Let's go up to a nice cloud and I'll help scrub that stuff out of your coat and wings."

Radiant Heart smiled. "Oh thank you. Washing my back on my own without proper wash brushes is a bother." She too took off, followed by Sweetie Belle.

Once up on the clouds, they spotted Phineas standing on a cloud, a very perplexed look on his face.

"How the Hell does this even work? Clouds are just water vapor." He picked up a tuft of cloud with his hooves and started playing with it.

"Pegasus magic." Sweetie Belle smiled and hopped off her cloud. She landed and trotted over toward the colt, not even noticing the shocked look on Radiant Heart's face.

"Sweetie Belle. What are you doing?" She rushed over as Sweetie Belle's Cloud Skimmer floated over next to the filly. "You didn't even cast the cloud walking spell on yourself."

The filly giggled. "It lasts for a whole day. I cast it on myself every morning, just in case."

The mare mouthed an 'Oh', and then smiled. "Well then, seeing as that is the case, Phineas, Sweetie Belle, I would appreciate your assistance with ridding myself of this glitterdust."

...

Luna, still human, walked through the gates of Hogwarts, followed by Tumult himself. They ignored the protective barrier that would have canceled out normal transformation magic like it didn't even exist.

Filius Flitwick watched this through the window from his own office and shook a fist at the offending man. "How am I supposed to ensure the safety of our students if beings like him ignore all the rules?" He had to make it his mission to improve on the barrier.

He made his way down to the entry hall, just in time to see the pair enter the building. "Hold on a moment there." He stormed up to the much taller pair. "Where do you get off just ignoring the anti-transmogrification barrier I so carefully enchanted into the barrier around Hogwarts?"

"There was a barrier?" Tumult grinned. "Oh, you mean that funny little bubble about the place? I popped it."

Flitwick's eyes went wide and his jaw hung loose. "You... popped it? But... a barrier like that... the spells going down would have certainly been visible."

"Maybe." Tumult smiled, snapped his fingers, and a book appeared, floating at his side. "Maybe you might consider combining your wizard magic with equestrian magic."

"That's not possible. Well, not without Sweetie Belle's wand. Otherwise the spells either cancel each other out, create a puff of smoke, or just outright explode."

Tumult tapped his chin, then grinned. "Oh, I know. You use little bits of magic creatures when making your wands, yes?"

Flitwick wanted to rage, but paused, eyeing Tumult carefully. "Yes?"

Tumult giggled with glee and transformed.

Flitwick's eyes grew even larger and was about to scream and flee at the sight of the monster when Discord got yanked to the side in a massive, hairy bear-hug.

"Blimy ain't you a wonderful creature. I got a whole lotta questions fer ya." Hagred hauled the rather confluffled Discord off.

"What just happened?" Luna and Flitwick asked in unison as the half giant and the spirit of chaos disappeared around a corner.

..

Minerva landed on the back balcony of the train's caboose and knocked on the door. "Pardon me, but might I come in?"

The conductor opened the door. "Minerva? What brings you here?"

"I am here to see if I cannot help Mr. Potter apprehend some criminals."

"Oh. Well, they've already come and gone. Sorry."

Minerva felt an eye twitch. "Seriously?"

"Yes. They came and somehow magicked themselves off the train. I know, that's not possible. The Hogwart's Express is specifically warded to prevent such things." The conductor looked rather peeved at this turn of events.

"I have a feeling I know who was behind it. I will be filing a full report once I get every bit of information I can gather together. Well, may as well start with what happened here."

...

Radiant Heart sighed in delight as the pair of ponies helped rid her coat, mane and tail of that all annoying glitterdust.

Phineas was blushing the whole time, after the realization that he was essentially helping bathe a grown woman (or pony equivalent at least). Sweetie Belle was carefully combing her magic through the coat, including more sensitive areas best left out of the colt's line of sight.

The colt, however, was very interested on just how he could manipulate these clouds as though they were some sort of clay. Whispy clay, but clay none-the-less.

Radiant Heart preened her own feathers, something that Phineas watched with odd interest. He knew he had feathery wings, and felt that, just maybe, he should learn how to maintain them himself.

He questioned her on occasion about what she was doing with her hooves and lips, and even tried to emulate it himself.

He'd really be needing lessons from the older Pegasus, that was for certain. Phineas did, however, have to admit that being a pony was not as bad as he'd feared.

Sweetie Belle paused after she'd dealt with Radiant Heart's under tail area. "I just remembered another reason we went after those guys... They have the wand that erased Phineas' memories. Shoot, I can't believe we forgot all about that."

Phineas looked up at Sweetie Belle, a primary gripped between his lips. He spat it out. "Yea, my memories... I don't like that I'm a pony again, though I guess I can learn to live with it, seeing as I can just change back to normal easily enough... but... We really were friends?"

"We ARE friends Phin." Sweetie Belle smiled at the colt. "No matter what. If we can't recover your memories, then we can make all new ones together." She stood up and wiggled her hind end. "And you helped me get my cutie mark."

Radiant Heart looked back and smiled. "Well, would you look at that. You do have it now. I'm so proud of you Sweetie Belle. I bet you can't wait to tell your family and friends back in Equestria."

Sweetie Belle did a little dance and giggled. "I know! But I don't want to tell them."

"What?" Radiant Heart and Phineas stared at the filly. "Why not?" Added the mare.

"I want to show them. This Sunday, when my friends come to visit, I'll show them."

Phineas looked over her cutie mark, and felt both pride for the filly, his friend, as well as a little jealousy as he glanced at his own blank flank. He was human, would he even be able to get a cutie mark at all?

"Oh, and I really need to finish Scootaloo's own Cloud Skimmer. She's going to love it."

To Be Continued...

Chapter Thirty Nine

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Sweetie Belle and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
39

The Ministry of Magic was in an uproar over the events of the past week.

A student at Hogwarts had been forced by magical contract to do the bidding of a squib and a muggle. The result had been a teacher having been kidnapped and nearly sold off to some unknown person or persons for unknown reasons.

Vanellope and Crunk had only admitted that they were taking the pony to some place in London, where they would try to contact the buyer to set up a place for the sale.

Spells had been used on the pair, the location found, which was a regular post box. The prisoners had no address they would have sent the letter to, figuring it would all be taken care of by magic.

Adalade had been taken into custody by the ministry, and none at Hogwarts had heard from her since, nor even heard anything about how she was doing or what was being done to her. It was, however, obvious that the young witch was no longer going to be attending the school.

All teachers and students involved had been questioned, multiple times. Luna and Tumult had not been available for questioning in Hogwarts, so Harry Potter and an interrogation specialist had taken the trip through the mirror to question them.

Harry had returned just fine, but the interrogator had returned, not as a human, but as a rather annoyed mini-Seapony in a goldfish bowl. He was told he'd remain as such till a formal apology for his attitude was given to the Royal Sisters. And Discord. Discord had been angered how that man had tried to interrogate Luna and him with mind effecting spells and threats. He was the one who performed the transformation.

Luna felt it was warranted, based on the interrogator's actions and attitude that ponies were barely worth being considered a second class magic race.

Celestia was the one who actually suggested the punishment.

Sweetie Belle and Phineas had been interrogated to the point where McGonagall had to plead Sweetie Belle to turn the witch back into a human, stating that turning her into a Breezie was not appropriate.

The filly had only agreed once the Breezie had apologized, verbally and written, also promising to resume her questioning under the watchful eye of McGonagall herself (mainly because the poor witch didn't want to be turned back into a pint sized pony butterfly creature).

Slowly the investigation had closed, with no leads as to who the real threat behind all of this was. No buyer had been located or even identified.

The interrogator had personally delivered his apology to Discord and the Royal Sisters (and Equestria as a whole) and had been returned to his original form.

Sweetie Belle got detention for transfiguring the interrogator, not that the filly minded. She would have done it again in a heartbeat if the witch had started being threatening again.

McGonagall admitted to Sweetie Belle during detention that she herself had nearly been about to do the exact same thing. Only she would have turned the other witch into an armadillo.

She ALSO had to make Sweetie Belle swear to never use that transformation spell again, so long as she was a student at Hogwarts. She said nothing about when the filly was back in Equestria during holidays.

Harry Potter had visited Sweetie Belle and Phineas, and apologized when he told them that the wand, while it had been recovered, had been confiscated by the Ministry of Magic and was locked away in case the investigation could be resumed at some later point. They didn't want to risk losing or damaging the evidence.

That meant that Phineas had essentially lost over two months of lessons. Thankfully the whole school's student body, all the Houses, and teachers, were more than willing to help tutor him till he was all caught up.

The boy, as he spent most of his time as a human now, had been stunned by their willingness to help him, especially Sweetie Belle.

Due to her newfound status of Animagus, she was now required to attend her classes as a human girl, not that she complained. She'd still spend all her time out of classes in her native Unicorn form. Phineas would only become a Pegasus during the special lessons from Radiant Heart or when he wanted some peace and quiet (and to catch a nap up on a low hanging cloud).

...

Sunday had arrived, and rather than her friends coming to visit her, Sweetie Belle got a special pass to go home. She NEEDED to show everypony her cutie mark, after all.

Luna had Pinkie promised not to reveal the surprise to anyone at all, because Sweetie Belle wanted to be the one to deliver the news.

"Sweetie Belle!" Scootaloo and Applebloom were there at the mirror room when the Unicorn stepped through. Twilight and Rarity were present as well.

"Scootaloo, Applebloom. I'm so happy to see you again. I missed you all." She levitated a familiar shaped package and set it down in front of Scootaloo. "Don't open that yet. Rainbow Dash needs to be here for this."

Scootaloo had been mere inches from tearing through the wrapping, and stopped. "Oh yea! That would be so awesome. I wanna show this off to her right away."

Rarity stepped up. "Now now Scootaloo. You will have to wait for Rainbow to wake up first, then she needs to tend to her morning training, a shower, her breakfast, weather management duties, lunch, a nap, afternoon training, another shower, another nap, then dinner, then evening weather management, another nap, dinner, evening training, another shower... I think she'll be available sometime after the sun goes down."

Scootaloo's eyes went wide, and kept going wider as Rarity spoke. Her lower lip quivered and tears started forming in her eyes. "But... that'll be past my bedtime by then. I'll never get to show Rainbow Dash my new Cloud Skimmer."

Rarity held her hoof over her mouth, trying to hide a laugh. She giggled, which made Scootaloo look sadder. "I'm just teasing you Scootaloo. Rainbow Darling, you can come in now."

Dash trotted in, a huge grin on her face. "Gotcha." She hoof bumped with her partner in pranks. "So Scoots, I saw you flying around on Sweetie's Cloud Skimmer. I heard that you've finally got yours. Let's go outside and get things going. I've got some really cool tricks I've been wanting to show you since our last visit to Hogwarts."

Sweetie Belle coughed a little to get everypony's attention. "Actually, I have something much more important to tell you than Scootaloo's new Skimmer."

"Oh?" Twilight was curious. Scootaloo was looking impatient, as was Rainbow Dash. "What is it Sweetie Belle?"

"Yes, do tell." Rarity, equally curious, stepped next to Twilight. "And why are you still wearing your Hogwarts robes?"

Sweetie Belle pranced on the spot, then cast the robes aside.

It took them all a moment to realize what was happening as Sweetie Belle turned to the side, revealing her cutie mark.

"I got my cutie mark!" She squeeled with joy.

Applebloom jumped forward and looked at it closely. "Wow, that's a real pretty cutie mark ya got there Sweetie."

"Yea, it's awesome." Scootaloo and Rainbow stated in awe, and in unison too.

"Oh my dear little sister. Congratulations." Rarity hugged her little sister. "We simply have to tell mother and father right away. Well, after Scootaloo unwraps her gift." She blushed a little and glanced at the young Pegasus.

Twilight nuzzled Sweetie Belle. "You do realize we're going to have to tell 'You know who' about this."

"You mean PinkMMF!" A hoof blocked her mouth and Rarity looked around quickly. "Do not go speaking her name. She's been acting really strange lately. She said she had a doozy a few days ago." Looking down at the cutie mark. "I can guess why now."

Sweetie Belle pranced on the spot. "And do you know who helped me get it?"

"Well, considering Princess Luna and Discord were over there recently when, eh-hem, SHE had her doozy, I can only guess."

"Oh, Discord only helped a teensy little bit. Princess Luna and Phineas are the ones who really helped." She paused and plucked her robes off the floor and fished around inside them. "Speaking of Phineas..." She pulled out a simple looking sack and opened it. "You can come out now."

"About time Sweetie Belle." A blond mane poked out, followed by a coatless face of slightly pale skin. "So, you got me into the Griffindor tower and through the barrier on your room?" He crawled out of the bag and stood up.

"Ph-Phineas?" Sweetie Belle stared upwards. "You're still human."

Phineas looked down at himself. "Whoa. I thought I was supposed to automatically become a pony when I passed through the mirror."

"That is so cool!" Applebloom and Scootaloo jumped up and hugged the boy, who was startled by the sudden pair of fillies that were now in his arms. "How'd you do it?"

Twilight levitated the sack up to eye level and peeked inside. "I think it's because he was in this when we came here. Huh, interesting. This may change how we travel through the mirror."

Sweetie Belle's eyes suddenly went wide as she realized something. "Oh my gosh! I have another surprise for you!" She closed her eyes, and in moments, a young human girl was standing before the assembled ponies and human.

"You can become a human?" Twilight rushed up to the girl and started looking her over. "You still have your cutie mark in this form? That's amazing!"

Phineas was looking away from Sweetie Belle right now, his face rather pink. "Uh, Sweetie Belle?"

"Yes Phineas?" She leaned into his line of sight, looking him in the eyes with a smile on her lips.

"You're naked..."

...

Sweetie Belle spun on the spot, admiring her pretty new dress in one of the full sized mirrors at her sister's shop. "I love it Rarity." She hugged her now slightly shorter sister.

The dress was mostly white, with an open back showing skin. It had pink, soft lavender and green edging, and much to the girl's delight, even a familiar blue ribbon on her chest.

"Yes, I knew you would. I was just not expecting this turn of events." Rarity turned to Phineas. "Now young man. It's your turn." Her magic wrapped around the boy and he found himself helpless as the mare carried him off into her workshop.

"Wait! No, not my pants! NOT MY BOXERS! SWEETIE BELLE! SAVE ME FROM THIS MAD MARE!"

Sweetie Belle blushed. "I'm going to step outside so Scootaloo can finally unwrap her gift. Have fun." She turned and fled the shop.

"I hate you so much Sweetie Belle!" He called after the retreating girl, though he obviously didn't sound like he hated her.

Outside the Boutique, Scootaloo, Rainbow, Applebloom and Twilight had been waiting, along with quite a few other ponies who were curious about the strange bipedal creature who was now wearing a very pretty dress and sandals.

"Okay Scootaloo. Let it rip." Dash grinned as the filly in question tore into the paper with a vengeance.

In moments, the orange and purple board was revealed. But it was not just orange and purple. The three wings were all the colors of the rainbow, and rather than looking like Pegasus wings like Sweetie Belle's, they were shaped like lightning bolts.

"I LOVE IT!" Scootaloo jumped into Sweetie Belle's arms and hugged her tightly. It was strange for the small girl. Normally SHE was the one in someone's arms.

Sweetie Belle snuggled Scootaloo, relishing the feeling of the filly's amazingly soft coat on her skin and cheek. "You... oh wow... You're so soft and... Now I know why everyone back at Hogwarts always wants to carry me around and hug me..."

She then turned her attention to Applebloom and grinned.

"Uh oh." The young farm pony turned and bolted. On the packed ground of Ponyville, she had superior speed and maneuverability over the taller human.

"Aw, I just wanted to cuddle you." Sweetie Belle watched Applebloom vanish off into the distance.

"If you want cuddled, I'll cuddle you."

Sweetie Belle gasped at the incoming streak of pink. Scootaloo scrambled out of the girl's grasp just in time to avoid Pinkie Pie as she lept into her friend's arms.

Pinkie Pie was by no means the lightest of Earth Ponies, possessing a bit of a plush layer over remarkably strong muscles and strong bones. Needless to say, Sweetie Belle was NOT about to let herself get smooshed by the incoming Pink One...

Her magic snagged Pinkie Pie out of the air and held her, all the while Pinkie was making cute grabby hooves at Sweetie Belle. "But I wanna hug and cuddle you."

"And take me home and name me George?" Sweetie Belle added, somehow with a straight face.

"Silly filly, of course not. You already have a name." Pinkie somehow 'slid' out of the magic, finished her rush up to Sweetie Belle, stood up on her hind hooves, now towering over the girl, then gathered her into a massively pink and fuzzy hug.

Sweetie Belle broke down into a fit of giggles and hugged Pinkie back around the barrel. "Wow, you're really soft too Pinkie." She buried her face into the pink chest fur and snuggled deeply. "And you smell so sweet, like cake."

"Hehe, I know." Pinkie Pie giggled and hugged all the more genuinely.

Applebloom returned, laughing and jumped up onto Sweetie Belle's back and hugged her from behind, her hind legs dangling. "Okay, Ah'll accept hugs an cuddles from ya anytime Sweetie."

Sweetie Belle was in floof heaven. She almost didn't want to release Pinkie Pie, but eventually did... and turned toward Rainbow Dash.

"Uh... let me guess... hugs?" Rainbow sighed. "Fine." She spread a wing and held out a hoof. She grunted as Sweetie Belle almost tackled her, wrapping her arms around Rainbow's neck and burying her face into the rainbow mane. "Heh, wow. Your human arms are great for hugging with."

She wrapped her foreleg around Sweetie's waist from one side and a wing from the other, draping it over her shoulders and back.

"Oooh, so warm and soft. You smell like fresh grass after a rainstorm."

"Really?" Dash blinked. "Uh, is that a good thing?"

Sweetie Belle nodded her head into Dash's mane. Applebloom was still hanging onto her friend and smiling brightly.

Next came Twilight. Sweetie Belle curtsied to her before giving her a big hug. "Mmm, I'm going to miss all of you so much when Phineas and I have to go home tonight. Wow, you smell like... books." She murmured as she got the same hug as from Rainbow Dash.

"Somehow I am not surprised." Dash laughed.

Rarity smiled as her little sister finally came over to hug her. Sweetie Belle was careful not to muss up the elegant mane as she went in for her hug. "Love you little sis."

"Love you too big sis." Sweetie Belle smelled Rarity's mane and blinked. "You smell like... marshmallows? How does that even work?"

"Why would I smell like marshmallows? I could understand if it was Pinkie Pie... Speaking of which, where'd she get off to? I didn't even notice her leave."

Sweetie Belle nodded as she released Rarity. "I don't know either of those answers. All I know is that you smell nice Rarity. Oh, I wonder what Fluttershy smells like."

"What about Applejack?" Apple Bloom asked, now draped across Sweetie Belle's shoulders like a cat.

"Well, I am guessing either apples or body oder." Rainbow chuckled and got elbowed by Twilight for her effort. "Ow. I was kidding. She most likely smells like apples. Sheesh."

Twilight gave Dash a slightly dirty look for that.

"Can I fly now?" Scootaloo nearly pleaded.

Dash grinned wide and stepped up next to the Skimmer. "You bet, let's show Ponyville why you have that sweet cutie mark." The pair took off into the sky.

"Still... Marshmallows? I really don't get that at all."

Applejack came along about then, pulling her cart and heading toward the market. She paused and stared at Sweetie Belle, recognition dawning on her face. She quickly unhitched her wagon and rushed over. "Sweetie Belle? How are ya a human here?"

The girl instantly latched onto Applejack and hugged her. "Applejack! I missed you so much too." She sniffed. "Yep. Sweet, ripe apples."

"Say what now?" AJ returned the hug, but was a little confused.

"You smell like sweet, ripe apples." Sweetie Belle replied. "I like it."

Applejack smirked. "Well ah can't say ah ever thought about that. So long as ah'm clean, I don't really care. Nice to know ah smell nice though."

Sweetie Belle released AJ, smiling brightly. "Oh, Phineas is here too, and he's a human as well."

"Say what now? How? An how are you human here in Equestria? Ah thought the mirror turned all ya people into ponies. Just don't make sense. Is that thing busted?"

"I'm an Animagus. I can change from human form and back to pony whenever I want. Oh, and I got my cutie mark too!" She lifted her dress to show off the marks on her hips.

Phineas stepped outside at that moment. "Oh come on! Really Sweetie Belle? You forgot your knickers."

Sweetie Belle blushed bright pink before rushing past the boy and into the Boutique.

"Um, congratulations Sweetie Belle?" AJ watched as the girl dashed off as fast as she could move. "What in tarnation are knickers?"
...

It took a few hours before Sweetie Belle, accompanied by Phineas and Apple Bloom, before they arrived at a lovely little cottage. Scootaloo was still flying around with Rainbow Dash.

"Wow, that's really... pretty?" Phineas was not sure if he should be impressed or not.

"This is Fluttershy's cottage. Oh, we should be ponies when we meet her. We don't want to frighten her." She set Applebloom down on the ground, as the filly had still been enjoying her shoulder ride.

"Aw, Ah was enjoying that." Apple Bloom pouted, then smiled. "Ah'll go get Fluttershy." She hurried down the path and across the small bridge.

Sweetie Belle and Phin shifted into their smaller pony forms. Phin's slacks and short sleeved shirt vanishing, as did Sweetie Belle's dress. A few moments later, Apple Bloom returned with Fluttershy and Angel Bunny in tow.

"Oh welcome home Sweetie Belle. Are you just visiting for the day?" The gentle mare smiled and trotted over. "And you brought your friend Phineas too. Now nice."

"Fluttershy, I missed you." Sweetie Belle jumped the timid Pegasus and hugged her as best as her tiny limbs could manage. She received a wonderfully gentle hug in return. Sweetie Belle snuck in a sniff. Paused, then sniffed again. "I can't smell you?"

"Oh?" Fluttershy blushed a little. "Why would you want to smell me?"

Phineas rolled his eyes. "Maybe because your pony nose is used to her smell?"

"Oh yea, maybe." Sweetie Belle shifted while still in the hug.

Fluttershy squeaked and jumped back, eyes wide. "Ch-ch-CHANGELING!" And she bolted.

Two fillies and one colt all face-hooved while Sweetie Belle stood there looking confused. "Wait... what?" She watched Fluttershy fly off toward town, then realized what she'd done and face-palmed. "I think we should all go and find Fluttershy so I can explain what happened..."

...

Fluttershy nearly flew through the doors to Twilight's castle, but opted to land and run inside. "Twilight! It's horrible! There's a Changeling in Ponyville!"

Twilight poked her head over a railing on the floor above, just outside the library. "A Changeling? Here? What's wrong with that? Osellus is a Changeling and you like her."

"But... but... this one was trying to look like Sweetie Belle, and then it turned into a... um, a human? Why would a Changeling turn into a human. Do they even know what a human would look like?"

Twilight flew down from the upper level and had a neutral expression on her face, to hide her amusement. "Did this human have a pink and light lavender mane and soft green eyes?"

"Um, yes, I think so."

Twilight nodded sagely. "I see. Maybe we should call Princess Celestia and the Royal Guard to hunt this cute, adorable and innocent 'Changeling' down."

"Oh my. Do we have to? Maybe you could talk to her and find out why she's pretending to be Sweetie Belle."

Again Twilight nodded. "Yes, that may be for the best. And how convenient, here she is now." Twilight gestured toward the little Unicorn as she peeked into the room.

"Um... Hi?"

Fluttershy squeaked and dove behind Twilight, doing her best to be hidden from the strange 'Changeling' that looked like Sweetie Belle.

"Hello Princess Twilight, Fluttershy. I'm sorry I frightened you. I didn't mean to."

"It's alright Sweetie Belle." Twilight started.

"Changeling who just looks like Sweetie Belle." Fluttershy corrected her friend.

Twilight rolled her eyes and giggled. "Fluttershy, this IS Sweetie Belle. She used magic to change into a human... though I have no idea how she managed that." She turned back to the filly who was still standing in the doorway. "How DID you do that exactly anyways? You said something about being an Animagus. I thought that Minerva, your Headmistress was one."

"Um, I kinda sorta did it by accident. Phineas is an Animagus too."

"May you demonstrate for Fluttershy and I?"

Sweetie nodded, watching Twilight's horn and eyes started glowing slightly. She figured that the Princess was using magic to watch how her own magic worked. The filly closed her eyes and smoothly shifted forms.

The timid Pegasus blinked and watched. "Um, there was no green flame. Are you really our little Sweetie Belle?"

Sweetie Belle shyly nodded, noting that Twilight's eyes had gone wide and a huge smile played across her lips.

"So THAT'S how you do it." Twilight beamed brightly and closed her own eyes. A moment later, Twilight was sitting there on her hands and knees, no longer a pony, but a human. "Wow, this is so strange."

Fluttershy fainted on the spot.

Twilight giggled, then noted she was lacking clothing. "I... will be back shortly. Could you keep an eye on Fluttershy please?"

Sweetie Belle nodded, rather stunned that Twilight had pulled off an amazing feat of magic so easily. She watched the human close her eyes, her forehead glowing, and then in a flash she simply vanished.

The young girl walked over to Fluttershy and smiled softly. "Oh Fluttershy. I'm so sorry for startling you so bad." She levitated the mare and brought her into one of the waiting rooms just off the entry hall and set her down on some cushions. She wiped her brow afterwards. "Wow. Fluttershy's lighter than I thought, still, it took all my concentration to lift her."

A light clicked in Sweetie Belle's head. "Maybe I should have used my Featherweight spell first. I can't believe I forgot about that." She giggled and sat down with Fluttershy, resting the mare's head on her lap and gently stroked her mane.

Curiosity from earlier won over and she took a sniff. "Flowers. I'm not surprised." She giggled and waited for Twilight to return, most likely with clothing rather than being a naked human woman.

After a few minutes, Phineas, and Applebloom entered the castle. "Twilight?" Apple Bloom called out. "Are ya home? We're looking for Fluttershy."

Sweetie Belle called out to her friends. "Fluttershy is in here with me."

The pair poked their heads into the room and saw the napping mare and human girl.

"Thank Celestia ya found her. Where's Twi?"

"She went to get some clothes." Sweetie Belle replied. "She's an Animagus too. Can you believe that? It's amazing. I wonder if other ponies can do that too. Oh! I should teach you and Scootaloo."

"Uh, thanks? Though not too sure Ah wanna be human."

"What's wrong with being human?" The Pegasus next to her frowned. "I rather like having hands you know."

Sweetie Belle nodded as she kept gently stroking the long, incredibly silky mane. "I can get used to having hands. They're way more sensitive than hooves. I bet I could do some proper cooking with these."

Apple Bloom cringed. "Ah don't think that's a safe idea."

"Why?" Sweetie Belle pouted. "All my earlier attempts were with just my mouth and hooves. With hands and my magic, I bet I could make some really yummy things."

"Not gonna risk it. Ask Scootaloo to be your taste tester."

Phineas was confused. "Are you saying Sweetie Belle is a bad cook?"

"She burned orange juice, and needed a glass to hold her toast, which bubbled like some nasty pit of tar."

"I'm not THAT bad anymore. Rarity's been helping me learn to cook, and Dad still likes my cooking."

"How do you burn juice?" Phineas asked, not really sure he wanted an actual answer.

Before Sweetie Belle could reply, Fluttershy woke up, her head snapping up and clonking the girl on the head, knocking her flat on her back.

"Oh my. What happened?" Fluttershy asked, looking around confused. She then spotted the legs under her, and turning, she came face to face with a human Sweetie Belle, holding her chin. "Oh dear, are you alright?"

"I'll be fine Fluttershy, thanks." Sweetie Belle smiled. "Please don't be scared. It's me, really. I'm the real Sweetie Belle."

"You are? You really are?" Fluttershy blushed. "I'm so sorry I got scared like that. I should know better. Changelings are our friends now."

Sweetie Belle sat back up and smoothed out her dress, then hugged Fluttershy. "That's okay. It was my fault. I should have explained it to you first."

"Yes, you should have." Fluttershy admonished the girl before smiling. "But I have to say, you're actually really pretty like this."

A blush came over Sweetie Belle's face. "Really? I'm pretty?"

"Meh, more like cute, but who's keeping track." Phineas replied flatly. "So, Sweetie Belle, what's Fluttershy smell like?"

Fluttershy blushed at that question.

"Flowers." Sweetie Belle hugged the mare. "She smells like really nice flowers."

"I smell like... flowers?" Fluttershy sniffed her hoof. "I don't smell flowers."

Phineas trotted in, followed by Apple Bloom. "Yea, seems that pony noses can't really smell ponies. However, human noses can, apparently."

"Yea, Applejack smells like sweet, ripe apples." Applebloom giggled.

"Really? I'd never noticed. I guess Phineas is right. We can't smell other ponies because we're just so used to it."

"And Rarity smells like marshmallows." Sweetie Belle added, giggling.

"Marshmallows?" Fluttershy tilted her head, and received some scritches behind her ear. "Oooh, that feels nice... But why marshmallows? That makes no sense."

"Rarity said about the same thing." Apple Bloom shrugged and took a seat on a cushion next to Sweetie Belle. "So, ya got two hands. Gimme some ear scritches. Ah got them back at Hogwarts all the time and they feel so nice."

Phineas snickered. "Really? How can something like that feel nice? I mean, really? It's just scratching behind the ear."

Twilight walked into the room, wearing a simple wrap gown that left her shoulders bare, but hung down to just above her feet. It was a lovely shade of lavender, just a few shades off from her natural coat. "Pony ears are more sensitive." She answered. "Not just in hearing, but with sense of touch too."

Phineas turned and looked up at the young woman. She was super cute, bordering on pretty. The colt was rather stunned at how the mare looked, with her hair that literally reached the back of her knees.

Fluttershy stiffened a little. "Twilight? That really is you?"

"Yes Fluttershy. It's me, your friend Twilight Sparkle." She knelt down onto a cushion next to the Pegasus. "So, are you feeling better?"

"Yes, much better." She cooed a little from Sweetie Belle's scritches. Applebloom had simply melted when her friend used her free hand to pay her own ears the same attention.

Phineas shook his head clear. "Soooo... You're an Animagus too? How's that even work?"

"Oh, I'm not the only one. Rarity took to the transformation just as easily as I did. I'm willing to bet that all ponies can do this magic, even Pegasi," She smiled at Fluttershy, "and Earth Ponies." Smiling now at Applebloom.

Applebloom looked a little unsure. "Ah don't know if Ah wanna be able to do that. Become human, Ah mean."

Twilight knelt down and sat on one of the cushions. "I understand Applebloom, but consider this. If you intend to keep visiting Sweetie Belle at Hogwarts, eventually you will end up going outside the school grounds, maybe even be around other humans, magic or muggle."

Applebloom looked like she was sort of, just maybe, considering it now.

"If you can become a human, then you could accompany Sweetie Belle to places you normally would not be able to visit."

The filly nodded.

"But if you don't want to learn, I won't force you."

Phineas stared in awe. Twilight would make an amazing teacher, maybe even better than Radiant Heart.

"Ah understand. Princess Twilight, please teach me."

"But only with Applejack's permission."

"Oh." Her head hung a little. "Okay."

"Hold on." Phineas looked up into Twilight's eyes. "Animagus are supposed to be really rare. I mean, only one in a hundred wizards and witches even have the potential, and even less actually learn the magic needed to pull it off. Honestly, even though I can do it, I don't really understand the magic involved. I just will it to happen and it does."

"Maybe because Equestria is so rich in magic compared to Earth, and all ponies having their own innate magic, it's easier for us to learn to do." Twilight explained.

"That's not fair. It takes years, sometimes over a decade to learn how to properly transform... though I guess I'm in no position to complain. I got this magic because of Sweetie Belle."

The girl frowned. "To be honest, I can understand the magic required, and I seem to have the magic to do it too, but I really don't understand exactly HOW I did it. Maybe it has to be because of Princess Luna."

"Maybe?" Phineas shrugged. "Maybe it's the same magic that lets me know basically where you are all the time now."

"Wait, what?" Everypony stared at Phin.

"Well, when you and Princess Luna cast that spell so you could find the wand that erased my memories, I think some of that tracing magic got stuck with us."

Sweetie Belle closed her eyes, and realized that even with them closed, she knew exactly where Phineas was. She could somehow feel what direction he was. "Wow, I can sense you too."

Twilight's eyes glowed again. "I can see it. It's a simple spell, and it looks like it may only last a week more at most."

Phineas and Sweetie felt a little relieved on hearing that, assuming Twilight was correct.

"But it's an interesting piece of magic. It could revolutionize how tracking magic is even used." Twilight was quite excited. "Oh, Fluttershy, would you like to learn the Animagus magic? It would really help on future visits to Earth."

"Um, I'm no magician or anything like that. How would I even learn it?"

Twilight smiled. "I cast the magic sight spell on you, then transform while you watch. Rarity wasn't sure either, but we tried it and she instantly understood. I know a certain green unicorn who would simply love to be able to become human."

"You mean Papa?" Scootaloo trotted in, her Skimmer floating along behind her like a puppy. "Yea, she's really jealous of Spike's claws."

Phineas glanced at Scootaloo. "Papa? She? Do I even want to know?"

"Papa's a mare." Scootaloo shrugged. "So is Mama. Magic was involved. Don't ask, I don't understand either."

Phineas thought about his short experience as a girl, and he suddenly had an idea. He kept his mouth shut.

"So, what's this about learning transformation magic?" Scootaloo grinned.

"I can teach you." Twilight stated. "But I think we should get Bon Bon and Lyra's permission first. This magic could change Equestria in... wait... that may not be a good idea."

"Why not?" Scootaloo asked. "I bet being a human would be really cool."

Twilight shook her head. "Well, for starters, we're ponies, not humans. I don't think that just any pony should learn this magic. It could cause problems if everypony learned to do it."

Sweetie Belle had to agree. "Then how about just those who know about Hogwarts? Well, those who visit it often enough."

Twilight liked that idea. "We could do that, though certain ponies will need their parent's permission, and to make a Pinkie Promise to never use it in public or teach other ponies how to do it. I'm going to have to speak with my fellow Princesses about this."

"And Radiant Heart too. She needs to learn this magic too." Sweetie Belle added. "I mean, sure it's awesome being a pony on Earth, but I don't like the ponynapping attempts."

Twilight was well aware of what had transpired recently and nodded. "You are correct Sweetie Belle. As a safety measure, all who know of Earth and regularly travel there should learn how to do this magic. I'll let you know what Celestia and Luna have to say, and Candace too. Her opinion is equally as important." She rose to her feet as Rarity trotted into the room, a few packages on her back.

"Ah Twilight, I'm so glad I caught you. It was rather easy to make you something that would look wonderful on you without being too flashy. I know you don't like flashy. I took the opportunity to make something for myself as well."

Twilight smiled, as did Sweetie Belle. "Show me." The young girl almost demanded. "I bet you're super pretty as a human."

"Tut-tut Sweetie Belle. There is a colt present. It seems improper for humans to go about unclad."

Sweetie Belle beamed and got up, scooping Phineas into her arms. "Okay, I'll take Phin out into the hall and you can do whatever you need." She left the room, closing the door with but a thought and a tug of her magic.

"Okay, really? You're sniffing me too now?" Phineas frowned, then had to ask. "So, what do I smell like?"

"Vanilla ice cream... Wait, what do I smell like?"

To Be Continued...

Author's Note

Sweetie Belle has earned the achievement; Pony Sniffer.

So, I wrapped up the Ponynapper problem, and tried to bring the cuteness back into the story. Hope I didn't go overboard.