Harry Potter and the Harmony Kingdom: A Remake

"Magic Overflow..." Twilight frowned, considering the concept.

"Yes, Magic Overflow," Harry confirmed with a nod.

"Hmm." Rarity tapped a delicate purple fingernail against her chin. "...Oh dear, it does sound like that."

"And for those of us who aren't unicorns, what does that even mean?" Dash demanded more than asked. She hid it well, but there was definite concern in her voice.

"It means exactly what it sounds like—an overflow of magic in one's body," Harry explained. "Also sometimes called Magical Overclock, it's a condition usually triggered by extreme stress or intense magical exertion. When the body perceives a life-threatening situation, it forces itself to generate as much magic as physically possible to respond." He shook his head. "Think of it like Magical Adrenaline… but don’t take my word for it."

Murmurs of comprehension spread through the room.

Twilight, for her part, closed her eyes, already running through a mental checklist of possible symptoms.

"The best way to be sure is to check myself. If I find at least four of the five symptoms, I’ll inform my physician."

She took a deep breath, just as an old friend had taught her long ago, and concentrated.

Checklist:

• First: Temperature Check. A pony experiencing Magical Overflow tends to have an elevated body temperature. However, if I've been in this state for too long, I should actually be running colder than usual.
  Casting self-care temperature check spell… Reading… 26°C.
  I’m usually around 29°C. I used to think this was normal due to my magic affinity for fire or my bond with Spike.
  [Point in favor] [Check on Spike later]
• Second: Hyper Awareness. Like adrenaline, Magical Overflow enhances focus—but instead of sharpening physical reflexes, it heightens the sixth sense—awareness of oneself and others in the world.
  [Ambiguous—needs further testing.]

As Twilight continued her self-check, the conversation at the table carried on.

"Well, that's all good to know, but you still haven't answered her!" Dash growled, frustration seeping into her voice. "HOW. AND. WHY. DID. THAT. HAPPEN!?"

Fluttershy frowned at her friend but didn’t intervene this time—she was just as curious and concerned.

Harry internally rolled his eyes. By now, he had seen things far more terrifying than an angry female—human or not—but he answered nonetheless.

"It’s my blood," he stated simply, holding up the blackened napkin once more. "Due to… certain events in my past, it has developed anti-magical properties. During the fight against the Dark One, Lady Twilight must have come into contact with it. It was absorbed through touch, and… well, that happened."

"There won’t be any side effects, will there?" Applejack asked, her concern evident.

Harry smiled at her—his friend?—and nodded reassuringly.

"No. Although it functions similarly to venom, it’s still part of me. My intent was to only target the Obscurus possessing Princess Luna, not Twilight. Because of that, the 'poison' inside her was, fortunately, dormant once its objective was accomplished. It only drained small amounts of her magic." He paused, thoughtful. "In fact, I suspect that’s what actually allowed her body to relax from her magical overdrive."

"Sooo, in short, you helped her by bleeding on her…?" Pinkie summed up, tilting her head.

"Oh! And what’s an Obcuros?" She completely mispronounced the word.

Harry let out a short, amused laugh.

"Ha! You could say that."

Then, his expression darkened. His posture shifted into something far more serious, and the change was immediately felt by everyone at the table.

"An Obscurus is… bad business. Really bad, bloody business," he said grimly. "In short, it’s an amalgamation of negative emotions and repressed desires, mixed with highly compressed magic. A raw, destructive force of magic and nature."

For a moment, a deep sadness crossed his features before he steadied himself and continued.

"Usually—and regrettably—these monsters are, more often than not... children."

A collective gasp filled the room.

"WHAT?!" Applejack bellowed, echoed—shockingly—by Fluttershy.

Harry could only sigh heavily before continue explaining.

[Royal Gardens]

(This… wasn’t supposed to happen.)

Celestia repeated the thought once more as she sipped her tea, maintaining an outwardly calm demeanor.

The prophecy clearly spoke of six ponies… one foreigner from a clan and five locals from the town near the ancient forest. Together, they were meant to become the new Bearers of the Elements and free my sister…

But that wasn’t what happened.

Instead, a human—and one from a clan—had been the ones to free her. And the Elements… were now semi-dormant.

For a moment, a faint frown marred her otherwise serene face.

A human…

It had been a long time since one last set foot in this realm. And every time one appeared, fate itself seemed to be thrown into chaos.

The last one helped them discover steam technology and the concept of a train… but the one before that nearly succeeded in plotting her assassination.

I suppose only time will tell if this one is an ally… or a problem.

A gentle voice pulled her from her thoughts.

“Celly… art thou well, sister?”

Concern shone in Luna’s teal eyes as she carefully placed a hand over her elder sister’s.

Celestia shook her head lightly and offered a genuine smile, giving her little sister’s hand a reassuring squeeze.

“You worry too much,” she replied fondly. “I’m fine, little sister. Just contemplative. Much has changed in the thousand years you were gone. I was merely deciding what to show you first.”

Luna studied her for a moment, her expression making it clear she didn’t fully believe her. But she didn’t press. It wasn’t her place to do so—not after her own fall.

“Very well, then, sister of mine. If we may make a suggestion…” Luna straightened slightly, a touch of excitement slipping into her voice. “We wish to know more about this… radio that some of the guards were speaking of.”