A Wizard In a Pony World

Here is the start of many wondrous adventures for Harry Potter in the land of Equestria. But first, how about an introduction to Harry himself?

Harry Potter was an above average boy who had had a rough life, one troubled by many misfortunes, all leading back to a single scar. He really was shy, but fiercely loyal. He was also quirky, yet reserved, and was an all-around intelligent child, one that was abnormally modest, and kind to those that deserved it. He had always been unique, for he was remarkably skinny, with his overly-large, rounded glasses, his frequent use of the strangest colors in his clothing, ranging from the most beautiful maroon to the blandest beige. He had a striking, lightning bolt scar, hidden by his crazy, and unmanageable raven black hair. Harry was immensely famous, and famous for the most terrible of reasons, for he had lived when he should've died, when he should have been killed by the most horrible man in modern Wizard times, one so terrible that most don't even speak of his name, Lord Voldemort.

Now, who is this Lord Voldemort you might ask. Well, Voldemort was once called Tom Marvolo Riddle Junior, a decent looking man, with piercing, dark eyes, neat hair, and held an air of importance to him. That was, until he marred his body with the many dark rituals he had performed, ending with his transformation into a dark, twisted, and serpent-like appearance, one that could strike fear into even the most fearless of men, and one that could compel even the most unruly and lazy to go off to do his bidding with careful effort for perfection. This man would go on to plan, torture, and kill, until one day, he heard of a prophecy which told of a boy that would be born, a boy who would grow up, and one day, manage to defeat him.

Believing in the prophecy, he decided to go and kill the Potters, who had recently given birth to a boy, one of the two infants that could possibly defeat him. With the help of one of the family's traitorous 'friends', he broke into the home in Godric's Hallow, murdered James Potter, and soon after, giving a rare show of mercy, he offered Lily Potter a chance to live, in exchange for the life of her son, which was quickly rejected, and she sacrificed her own life for her son, who would have surely been murdered by the man. And so, Voldemort casted the killing curse at the infant, said curse being an absolute way for one to be killed, with no ways to prevent the affects. Now, casting this spell turned out to be a terrible mistake, for when the spell touched Harry, his mother's sacrifice protected the boy and rebounded the curse, hitting and 'killing' Voldemort instead, who then reverted into a wraith like form, and waited thirteen years to be reborn, each second being used to plot his war in Britain.

From many failed attempts on his life, and many terrible encounters with the dark arts, to love potions and annoying fans, all leading up to now, as we join our hero in his sixth year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where dark and terrible plans were being put forth into motion once again.

Today, so far, was an average day for me, avoiding Snape, trying to talk to Professor Slughorn, but, wandering around the seventh floor corridor in an attempt to follow and find Draco Malfoy was the most important part of the day, which I was currently doing when the...incident happened.

"Where is he going?" I question, to no one in particular, since my friends have been away since our 'attack' in the Ministry, most severely injured or...gone...'I can mope about it later! Now focus!' I quickly think, trying to prevent myself from sinking into a 'depression' of sorts. "How can Draco disappear on the map? He must be going somewhere the Marauders didn't know about! Somewhere on the seventh floor..." I wonder, trying to remember my past experiences with said floor, then, it hits me, 'The Room of Requirement! I think He has to be going there!' I exclaim to myself, while basically sprinting back towards the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, which is across from where the room usually appears.

Just as I near the corner, I begin to hear a loud rumbling and the ground starts to vibrate, almost as if an earthquake was rupturing under Hogwarts itself. "What the devil?" I exclaim, when suddenly, I see a great big flash of sickly gray, which I guess is what caused me to fall steeply, unconscious.