Harry Potter and the Harmony Kingdom: A Remake

A unicorn, a pegasus, a dragon, and a wizard walked through town.

In most places, this peculiar entourage would have turned heads, drawn whispers, and left onlookers staring in curiosity—or even alarm. If they had been in human London, the sight of a talking unicorn alone would have been enough to cause a commotion.

But in Equestria?

Ponies barely batted an eye.

Oh, they noticed, of course. It wasn’t every day they saw a human strolling through town. But Equestria was a land of wonders, where one could occasionally spot a wandering griffon merchant, the zebra mystic from the Everfree, or even the odd dragon seeking a peaceful life among ponies. So, while the odd creature in their midst was an uncommon sight, it wasn’t unheard of. Most just raised an eyebrow, gave a passing glance, and carried on with their day.

"So, this is Ponyville, huh? Look lively," Flash remarked, hauling his travel trunk along the dirt road leading to the town’s center. His voice carried a mix of curiosity and mild skepticism as he took in the bustling scene before him.

Ponyville was alive with activity. Merchants called out their wares from colorful market stalls, the clang of a blacksmith’s hammer rang through the air, and the mouthwatering aroma of fresh-baked goods drifted from a nearby bakery. Ponies weaved in and out of shops, chatting, laughing, bartering—a constant, flowing current of movement and energy.

Twilight hummed in agreement, her sharp eyes scanning the crowd.

"It certainly looks that way," she said thoughtfully. "But from what Applejack and Rarity told me, it’s not always this busy. The town is usually much quieter. This sudden influx of travelers is because of the Summer Sun Celebration. Ponyville is a popular resting spot for visitors—it has much of what Canterlot offers but without the extra travel or the, well, exorbitant prices."

Harry chuckled, a nostalgic smile creeping onto his face.

"It reminds me of a place near the school where I learned magic—Hogsmeade," he mused. His gaze softened as he let out a wistful sigh. "Ah, what memories..."

"...Okay, now I’m starting to believe you when you say you’re thirty-five," Flash murmured, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple.

Twilight and Spike stumbled mid-step, nearly tripping over their own hooves and claws.

"Wait, what? You’re lying!" Spike blurted out, staring at Harry in disbelief.

There was no way that could be true! The Ho-man—or whatever he called himself—didn’t look a day over twenty!

Harry merely shrugged, an amused chuckle escaping his lips.

"My... well, I suppose you could call it my tribe—we age slowly once we reach maturity," he explained casually. "I knew a couple of blokes well over a hundred and thirty who still looked like they were in their prime."

That part wasn’t even an exaggeration. Granted, those particular individuals had some extra advantages—François, the Veela, and Professor Flitwick, a half-goblin, both had longer lifespans thanks to their mixed heritage. But Harry wasn’t too far off from them in that regard. His own circumstances placed him in a similar category, whether he liked it or not.

"...Would you permit me to run some tests?" Twilight asked, her eyes glinting with an unmistakable hunger for knowledge.

Flash and Spike groaned—not exaggerated, but deeply weary. They knew exactly what kind of "tests" she meant, and experience had taught them just how thorough Twilight could be when she got like this.

Harry, however, burst into open laughter, his voice carrying a note of pure understanding.

"Oh, I know that look," he said between chuckles. "You two have my sympathy."

Because he’d been there.

He had seen that same gleam in another pair of brilliant, inquisitive eyes.

Hermione had the exact same expression.

They continue to walk and talk until they reach the hostel where the two would be staying for the time being, not before Harry accepting the purples researcher's request.

Much to her delight and the males pity.

[Cozy Rest Stable]

[Early Morning]

Flash Sentry yawned as he stretched, the familiar stiffness of sleep quickly leaving his limbs. His training had turned him into an early riser, and combined with the fact that he was naturally a morning pony, the moment he sprang out of bed, he was fully awake and ready to go.

"But first—bathroom," he mumbled before heading off to take care of necessities.

When he emerged, he was surprised to find his charge—one Medic Harry (James) Potter—already up and about, preparing something on the room’s small electric stove. The unmistakable aroma of coffee filled the air.

"Wait, where did you get that?" Flash asked, blinking at the small pot of instant coffee bubbling away.

Harry barely glanced up as he gave the mixture a slow stir. "Oh, I brought it with me. You never know when you’ll want a good mug of coffee," he replied, his British accent more pronounced as he took in the rich aroma of freshly brewed caffeine.

Flash raised an eyebrow. "...Okay, first—where did you even keep that? And second—can I have some? I’ll pay if you want," he added, already reaching for his wallet.

Before he could pull out a single bit, a floating mug drifted toward him, held aloft by an unseen force. Flash hesitated for only a second before graciously taking it by the handle.

Harry chuckled. "One: My people have really perfected the science of—let’s call it deep pocketing," he said with a knowing smirk. "And two: you don’t need to pay me. This isn’t even my really good stuff, just my travel supply. Easily replaceable."

Flash nodded in appreciation—

"Just a warning it is quite..."

— And took a cautious sip.

Only for his entire body to jolt as a noise escaped him. A strangled mix between a groan, a wheeze, and a gasp all at once.

Harry smirked, watching with clear amusement as his pegasus guardian recoiled slightly, his expression contorting into something that could only be described as "pony who bit into a raw lemon."

"...bitter," Harry finally finished a smile on his lips, taking a far more composed sip of his own.

Once the initial shock of the bitter coffee subsided, the two fell into easy conversation. But, in true old man fashion, Harry wasted no time going straight for the jugular.

"So!" he began, far too casually. "How long have you and Lady Twilight been courting?"

Flash, who had just taken a sip of water to cleanse his palate from Harry’s questionable brew, promptly choked. He coughed, sputtered, and barely managed to keep himself from spraying the liquid everywhere. After a second of struggling, he cleared his throat and composed himself.

"Cough—What?! No! We—ahem—we are not dating or ‘courting,’ you old geezer," Flash huffed, his wings twitching slightly in irritation. "We’re just… close friends."

The way he trailed off at the end did not go unnoticed.

Harry raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Really? Could’ve fooled me."

Flash let out a soft, almost wistful chuckle.

"I wish, old man. I wish."

He took another sip of the coffee, this time managing to keep a straight face—mostly. He only scrunched his nose a little.

Harry gave him a long, knowing look but chose to say nothing more.

The conversation drifted to another topic after that.

It took a few more sips, and a more than few scoops of borrow sugar but at the end the coffee was drank and the mugs and pot got cleaned.

Just in time as a rapid series of knocks on the door caught their attention.

"Mister Harry!".- More knock's.

"Mister Harry!".- And more knock's.

"Mister Harry!".- And even more knock's.

The wizard chuckled as he went to open the door.

"I'm coming, i'm coming lass just hold your...".- Here Harry hesitated not sure if the expression he was about to use was offensive in any capacity so he went with: "...hounds."

"... but that's the ranger's job?".- The one who confusly asked behind the door was revealed to be Pinkie Pie, as she was carrying a big bag.

The mouth-watering aroma of freshly baked goods and breakfast betrayed the bags contents.

Harry smile widen, now this was a great way to start the day.