There was rather little to distinguish the house of the newest residents of Ponyville. It was neither the largest nor the smallest. It was neither the fanciest nor the plainest. It was simply home, and for Fenton, that was enough. It was more than his most desperate hope. It was more than his wildest dream. He, his wife, and their children had a place they could call their own, a place free from the specter of justice delayed. It was much more than he deserved. It had cost him his hands, but that price was gladly and gratefully paid in full.
He, however, was not completely free. He had been stripped of his wand, and his wife had been compelled to forfeit hers as well. While he no longer had access to the magic he knew, his wife had been blessed with a way to use what she had learned in their old world. The horn in the middle of her forehead had proven to be every bit as effective a focus as the bit of wood and core that she had discarded. With that substitute, she had leveraged a mundane spell into a service that promised to keep them reasonably well off. She had modified a combined shrink and featherweight spell so that it could be cancelled by uttering a nonsensical key sentence. The local farmers were quick to exploit that to ship their harvests far and wide at a fraction of the normal cost.
If he were honest with himself, he'd have to admit that his wife made more in that harvest season than the two of them had managed in their best year at their old jobs. It was more than he deserved. He could now reap the benefits of having a loving wife and loving her in return. He could now watch his children grow and prosper without worrying about the sword of justice. He could now lay to rest the ghosts of his past. If he were honest with himself, he deserved death. He deserved to suffer every bit as much pain as he had inflicted. If there were one thing he did not deserve, it was forgiveness.
He had received forgiveness.
No, that wasn’t entirely correct. All was not forgiven, much less forgotten. What he had received was leniency. Stepping one foot . . . one hoof out of line, would bring justice crashing down upon his head. Still, what he had lost could not compare to what he had taken from the blameless. One of his victims’ offspring had tempered justice with kindness. For that, he would always be in her debt.
He still remembered the agony, sitting in the custody of the aurors, waiting and wondering what would be his fate. He would have a trial, then, if he were lucky, Azkaban. If he weren’t, then the veil would be his only future. Self-loathing had been his only company. The longest wait of his lifetime ended when they had come. Madam Bones had led his three saviors into his cell, a grim scowl on all of their faces.
A woman had stepped forward. The hatred she felt was evident on her features and in every move she made. He had recognized her; she was Alice Rutter. It was her thirst for vengeance that had brought him to this sorry state. She was someone who had suffered as a result of his actions, someone that he had hurt so badly that no apology could ever suffice.
He said the words anyway; it was the least he could do. Those words could never return what she had lost. Those words could never convey the true extent of the regret he held for his conduct. Those words held no power to undo what had been done. Yet, most importantly, those words had not been empty.
Rutter had stood there, motionless as her emotions warred across her face. Then, she had struck him, using her entire body as a pivot. With her arm held stiffly she had connected with a resounding slap. The smaller woman had knocked him to the ground. It had taken several minutes for him to regain enough control to stand once again. The pain he had visited upon her far over stripped what she was capable of inflicting with just her hands. He said the words again and offered the other side of his face.
This time, Rutter pulled back her arm, clearly intent on delivering the mightiest punch she could muster. That was when the then-unknown woman with pink hair had stepped forward. She stared at Rutter with wide eyes -- unbelievable eyes -- eyes filled with infinite pain -- eyes filled with infinite understanding -- eyes filled with forgiveness.
He would later learn that it was kindness who had carried that day.
With tears freely falling, Rutter had turned to leave. Her only words had been that she would not allow him to turn her into the same kind of monster he was.
The trial never came. Instead, he was given a choice. He could risk the veil, or he could accept exile. He could take his family and leave everything behind. He could start a new life in a new world, but at the price of his humanity.
Fenton smiled down at his children playing, one now a unicorn, the other an earth pony like himself. They had been wrong about that last part. His humanity hadn’t been lost, only transformed into something different, yet so familiar.
Maybe, something better.
The large kitchen felt just a bit smaller with the hefty, roughhewn table extended with sawhorses and planks. Granny Smith had outdone herself while she was waiting impatiently for her kin to return from Canterlot, and the fruits of her labor had been neatly arrayed on the table. The venerable chef looked on at the gathering with love and pride as she watched family old and new enjoy the offerings she had prepared. The new faces were remarkably similar to the old, and even if it had not been official, she would have declared them members of the Apple family.
A pair of what could only be described as twin foals devoured an apple pie they were sharing; both had sticky filling smeared on their muzzles. The elder had initially mistaken them for identical twins until the colt realized that his brothers had put a matching pink bow in his mane. To the colt's side sat a red filly who would have left the local single mares wondering about Big Macintosh's conquests, and who the lucky unicorn mare might be.
On the other side of the table, her son’s second born sat, sandwiched between two colts. One, a cream-colored unicorn, was almost too old to be considered a colt, but he was also too young to be considered a stallion. The other could easily be mistaken for Applejack's younger brother, with identical coat and mane colors. His twin was not so identical, with mane and coat colors swapped.
The only biological twins at the table were staring down at their plates, with matching looks of constipation scrunched up on their muzzles.
“Would you two give it a rest and just eat your meal already?” Ginny, the red filly, huffed. “It took me, Sweetie, and Seamus weeks of being nagged by Hermione to be able to do it.” To emphasize her point, she levitated her next bite of food toward her mouth. “Sweetie’s still upset that Hermione managed to do it before she did.”
“Mmmm Hmm.” George, the orange-coated twin, nodded his head but did not stop staring at his food.
“Eavve em lone inny,” the colt helping Apple Bloom inhale a pie said, not even lifting his head.
Motivated by years of raising generations of youngsters, Granny Smith said, “'Ere now, Ronald Weasley, tain’t polite to go talking with yer mouth full of pie.”
Lifting his head and swallowing, the little yellow colt grimaced. “Sorry, Granny Smith,” he said dutifully.
Nodding her head in approval, Granny Smith said, “See there, Apple Bloom; he can be taught. You jus’ need to work on him with his table manners is all.”
“Ah’ll work on it,” Apple Bloom said, not raising her own head from the mostly empty pie tin.
“Hey! Save some for me!” Ronald declared, returning to attack the remaining food.
“Even those two are going to be stuffed after this meal.” Percy, the creamy unicorn said diplomatically, “Thank you for the wonderful feast, Granny Smith.”
“Yer welcome.” Granny smiled happily. “It does this old heart good to see a meal properly enjoyed.”
“Speaking of stuffed,” Applejack said, “are you sure that you an’ yer brothers will be comfortable in the guest room? Three o’ you in that bed will be getting mighty cramped an’ we kin easily break out the folding cots.
“Not a problem,” Fred said, still attempting to will his supper into his mouth.
“We brought our trunks. They each have their own bed included,” George finished.
“They ain’t pony-eating chests by any chance?” Applejack asked cautiously as Big Mac shuddered slightly.
“Nah,” Apple Bloom said, removing her muzzle from the now-empty tin and licking her muzzle. “They don’t allow trunks with that ability in the school. Sweetie jus’ got all the bells an’ whistles when she ordered Rarity’s. It’s our saddlebags that you need to watch out fer.” Then, almost as an afterthought, she added hopefully, “We got 'nother pie?”
Minerva winced and quashed the wish that Albus had been in his office to receive this floo call. In her office fireplace, the head of House Greengrass continued to make demands as worry over his younger daughter clearly drove him on.
“I am sorry,” Minerva apologized again. “I’ve sent an owl to Mr. Discord, and I’m afraid the patronus charm doesn’t seem to know how to reach him. You can rest assured that wherever he took your daughter, she is being properly cared for.”
“He bypassed all my wards, apparated into my home, and snatched my daughter right out of my wife’s arms!” Lord Greengrass bellowed, unconvinced.
Minerva took a deep, calming breath and prepared her response. “I hate to interrupt,” Mr. Discord said, appearing in a flash of light, dressed in a natty brown business suit, “but I am in need of your immediate assistance.”
“Mr. Discord?” Minerva said. “Just the person we were discussing. I assume you managed to get Astoria the help she needed?” There was more than a little hope in her voice over the last part.
“She is safe and is being cared for,” Discord said. “However, I popped in and out so quickly that I failed to get my bearings. I have no clue where I got her from.”
“Where is my daughter!” Lord Greengrass demanded, getting his own bearings after the unannounced arrival.
“Oh?” Discord glanced at the head floating in green flames. “You are her father? Good, just the person I was looking for.” He snapped his fingers. Then, in a flash of light, Lord Greengrass was standing next to Minerva. “You will have to come with me. Dear Celestia has some questions for you.”
“Me too!” Minerva blurted before Discord could snap his fingers again.
“As you wish,” Discord said and snapped his fingers. In a flash, they were standing in front of what appeared to be an incensed white alicorn. Minerva’s first thought was that it was a few degrees warmer than it had any right to be that time of year. After noting that they were in the gardens and the foot-deep blanket of snow stopped abruptly in a circle extending three meters from where the princess stood, she amended her thought to it was a lot warmer than it had any right to be, ever.
The two humans froze where they stood as Discord drifted away in his natural form. He did so apparently lackadaisically, yet at the same time wasted no time in being somewhere else.
“Professor Minerva McGonagall,” Celestia greeted curtly before fixing her eyes on the other human. “And you are the filly’s father?”
“Yes, Miss Celestia.” Lord Greengrass gulped. He was proud. He was arrogant. He was overconfident. But, Lord Greengrass wasn’t stupid; he could sense the power radiating from the winged unicorn before him.
“That is Princess Celestia," said a smaller brown wingless unicorn who had been overlooked in light of the angry white sovereign.
“Yes, your highness,” Lord Greengrass hastily corrected. “I meant no disrespect.”
“Dr. Leg Splint here informs me that he has admitted a young filly with disturbing magics entwined in her own, magics that should have been long ago removed.” For someone radiating such heat, she had no business sounding so frosty.
Minerva had to give Lord Greengrass credit; he didn’t appear to cow at the accusation. “Do you think I haven’t tried?” he said, drawing himself to his full height. “Astoria was born with a blood curse. We have been trying for generations to dispel it.”
“Don’t lie!” the brown unicorn snapped accusingly. “An intern in her first year could have removed that ‘curse’. Did you not think to take her to see a doctor?”
Lord Greengrass turned toward Dr. Leg Splint. “Are you telling me that you cured my daughter?”
“Of course, I cured her.” The doctor snorted. “Do I look incompetent to you?”
Lord Greengrass stared at the doctor for several seconds, emotion cracking his frozen mask. In contrast, the surrounding atmosphere started to cool as winter reclaimed the area. “If that is true, then you have my eternal thanks.”
“What do you mean ‘if it is true’?” The doctor gritted his teeth. “I am insulted that you would think I would lie about the wellbeing of a foal.”
“We have brought in healers from all over the world at the slightest chance that Astoria might be cured.” Lord Greengrass recovered his haughtiness. “Forgive me if I am skeptical of claims from a small brown unicorn. Regardless, even if you made an attempt that failed, I thank you for your efforts.”
The stubby mane on the back of Doctor Splint’s neck stood up, and he snarled, “Now see here, you large two legged . . .”
“Doctor,” Celestia interrupted, “we get nowhere when insults fly.”
The doctor balked and promptly bit his tongue.
“Why did you stop them?” Discord pouted. “Things were just getting interesting.”
“Discord, please,” Celestia said. “I need to get to the bottom of this. I need to assess whether or not this human is a danger to his own daughter.”
“My name is Lord Greengrass, and I resent the implications, princess or not.” This was said coldly enough to freeze lava.
“My apologies,” Celestia acknowledged. “However, I will not see a foal mistreated no matter the standing of the individual doing so. You appear properly distressed, yet there are still implications that I resent. When a trusted medical advisor tells me that the situation should have been easily rectified and the child was made to suffer unnecessarily, well, I cannot and will not ignore the situation.”
Lord Greengrass measured his next words. “I understand. Know that questioning my resolve to provide the best care possible to my daughter is a grave insult. I was not lax in procuring whatever medical assistance was available nor would I have hesitated to take the burden upon myself to spare my daughter.”
“So you say,” Doctor Splint replied, his voice measured as well. “I would very much like to have a conversation with these hacks you call medical professionals.”
“Oh.” Discord suddenly materialized. “That is a good idea.” He snapped his claws.
Milo Yates, as befitting a healer, kept several standard potions in his office. These could treat any of the routine maladies. Though he rarely partook himself, it was not unthinkable that he would be placing an empty vial that had contained a mild calming draught in his pocket.
“Let’s try that again,” he said to his audience. “How may I help you?”
“Mr. Yates, was that potion really necessary?” Professor McGonagall pursed her lips disapprovingly.
“It’s been a long day,” Milo said. “And I suspect it’s about to get longer.”
The large unicorn with wings said. “We are sorry to bother you. However, we have some urgent questions regarding one of your patients. Lord Greengrass’ daughter to be exact.”
“More specifically,” the small brown unicorn interjected, “we demand to know why the child has not been properly treated prior to today.”
“Properly treated?” Milo asked. “We have done everything possible to cure Astoria. Are you telling me that you have removed her curse?”
“Everything possible?” The reproach was evident in the brown unicorn’s voice. “What in the name of Discord are your medical schools teaching?” The unicorn turned to the man in the natty brown suit and hastily added, "No offense."
In an amused tone, the man replied, "None taken."
The smaller unicorn continued, "Our first-year interns demonstrate the treatment as part of their qualification exam."
Milo stared at the volatile equine before saying, “Follow me.” He then stood from behind his desk and made his way toward his office door where he stopped as a thought hit him. “On second thought, you may be a little too large to go about roaming the halls, let alone fit through the doorway,” he said to the large, winged unicorn.
She gave him a warm smile and said. “That will not be a problem.” Then her horn lit up. Where she had stood was now a large, Shakespearean beauty with a flowing ethereal hair, and where the brown unicorn had stood was the spitting image of Othello.
Milo studied their new forms and said, “While an improvement, you are now going to draw attention for an entirely different reason.”
“Oh?” the woman asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.
“Please, allow me, Princess Celestia.” Professor McGonagall picked a blank scroll off the desk and started transfiguring it into a dress worthy of Queen Elizabeth.
“Thank you, Professor Minerva McGonagall,” Princess Celestia said.
“Just a moment,” Lord Greengrass interjected. “I believe that I would like to be taken to see my daughter now. You have heard enough to conclude that I have not been negligent.”
“That would appear to be the case,” Princess Celestia acknowledged. “You have my apologies for the earlier accusations. I hope we can put them behind us.”
“Your highness,” Lord Greengrass said, “I only wish to see to the welfare of my daughter. Since that was your intention as well, apologies shall not be necessary.”
“Well said, Lord Greengrass.” Princess Celestia smiled as she examined her new golden dress. “Still, allow me to make amends by extending an invitation to you and your family. From what the good doctor tells me, young Astoria shall be unconscious for several days, and I am sure you’d like to stay close to the hospital until such time as she awakes. You shall have a suite at the palace made available to you.”
“You are most generous,” Lord Greengrass said. “I will gladly accept.”
“Discord,” Princess Celestia said. “Would you mind taking Lord Greengrass along with his family to the palace and inform Raven that they are to have the Pearl Suite?”
“What do I look like? A chauffeur?” asked Discord. There was a flash, and his natty brown suit was replaced by a smart black outfit complete with matching gloves and glossy cap. A domino mask completed the ensemble.
“That looks good on you.” Princess Celestia commented. “However, I would like to forgo stuffing Lord Greengrass into an owl's pouch at this time; so, I’d appreciate you taking care of the matter.”
“I suppose I could be bothered,” Discord sighed. Turning to a mildly befuddled Greengrass, he said, "Yes, I know kung fu." He snapped his fingers, disappearing in a flash with Lord Greengrass.
“Now,” Princess Celestia addressed Milo, “shall we continue?”
“Yes, your highness.” Milo opened his office door.
Raven was floating a ledger before her as she strolled casually down the palace hallway. Only her hard-earned past experience prevented her from spooking when a flash of light signaled the arrival of the all too familiar pest. Nevertheless, her look of utter surprise matched that of the three humans who had appeared with him.
“Ah, Raven,” Discord said upon seeing the dazed unicorn.
Turning toward the male voice, Lady Greengrass saw Discord in his natural form and let out a long shrill shriek, drawing the attention of all in the hallway. After a few seconds, her husband placed a calming hand on her shoulder and her scream trailed off.
“Are you done?” Discord asked, removing the corks from his ears. “Or did you want to try for C-sharp?”
Lady Greengrass stared at him and dumbly nodded her head.
“As I was saying.” Discord turned back to Raven. “Sunbutt wants you to put them up in the smooth spherical calcite rooms. Now, if you will excuse me, I am missing out on what may prove to be serious entertainment.” He snapped his claws and disappeared in a flash of light.
The humans and the unicorn turned to stare at each other. “Smooth spherical calcite rooms?” Raven ventured after a few seconds.
“The phrase Princess Celestia used was ‘the Pearl Suite’.” Lord Greengrass removed his hand from his wife’s shoulder after seeing that she had regained her composure.
“Ah.” Raven shuffled her hooves. “That makes more sense.”
A few more seconds of awkward silence followed before Lady Greengrass asked, “Does he do that often?”
“Yes.” Raven laid her ears back on her skull with a sigh.
“My condolences.”
“I’m just happy he didn’t turn the floor into peanut butter this time,” Raven shared.
Another pause. “Do you know what happened to my daughter?” Lady Greengrass challenged.
“Would she happened to be the little gold filly taken to Canterlot General earlier?”
“Yes,” Lady Greengrass replied, keeping her voice steady as hope filled her eyes, “that’s she.”
“I understand that she is out of danger and is resting comfortably,” Raven informed the distressed mother.
“Take me to her,” Lady Greengrass demanded.
Raven said. “I’ll have a guard escort you after I show you to your rooms.”
“I would prefer to go straight to the hospital,” Lady Greengrass countered.
Raven motioned to one of the guards who had come to investigate the screaming. “Take these humans to the hospital, maintain close escort, and return them to the palace when they are ready.”
The guard saluted sharply in acknowledgement.
After watching the guard lead the humans away, Raven continued to study the ledger, altering her course slightly to visit the kitchens. She suddenly had a craving for peanut butter and celery.
Jessamine lay in bed, propped up by several pillows. She didn’t even have the energy to read a book; no longer could she enjoy her favorite pastime. She sat there and waited to die. For as long as she could remember, there had always been the specter of imminent death hanging over her head. Even as a little girl she had always held firm in the knowledge that each day could be her last. Sooner or later, the curse would win. It was just a matter of time, and she could feel the final grains draining from the hourglass.
Oh, she had made peace with her inevitable fate. She had decided to never marry, never have children. Leaving behind a grieving husband would have been cruel. Passing down her suffering to another generation would have been unthinkable. She could not stop the curse; so long as her family line continued, it would find its way back, claiming victim after victim. Her sacrifice, however, might spare a generation or two the heartbreak. Still, another daughter of the house would inevitably be born with the wasting malady. Her entire life would be nothing but a steady loss of vitality that would claim her life as well. Jessamine pitied the yet to be conceived child.
Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do. All she had left in her was to silently lay still and wait to die.
The door to her room opened, and she used some of her remaining strength to turn her head to see who it was. A small smile crept over her lips when she saw Healer Yates lead a small procession into her room, one of whom was her old transfiguration professor. It was nice to think the teacher had come to see her off.
“Miss Gray,” Healer Yates said. “I have brought someone to have a look at you. He has made progress on a similar case.”
Another smile was Jessamine’s only reply as a frowning, short, dark man came to stand over her. He stood there for a few seconds, just looking at her, not taking out his wand to do a scan. Then he crossed his eyes as if trying to look at his own forehead.
Sighing, he said. “Princess, if you would be so kind? I will need my horn to do a proper diagnostic.”
A statuesque woman with a flowing rainbow for hair nodded her head, and the man’s form glowed before shrinking into a small brown unicorn, of all things. Jessamine gave a weak smile; unicorns were supposed to have healing magic. The brown glow surrounding his horn was soothing, at the very least.
“Well, Dr. Splint?” the woman with the rainbow hair asked.
“The spell is bound to her much more thoroughly than in the filly's case, but it is still well within my abilities,” the unicorn said, placing the tip of his horn against Jessamine’s forehead.
For the first time in a very long time, Jessamine felt hope.
“Got it,” the little unicorn declared, drawing his horn away from Jessamine’s head. There was a sucking sensation as a black cloud followed, connecting her head to the animal’s horn. “This is a nasty one.”
The unicorn moved backwards, obviously straining to take each step.
“Do you need any help?” Healer Yates asked in a dispassionate voice.
“No magic!” the unicorn snapped as the smoke pulled him back toward Jessamine. “However, if you would grab on and help pull, I would be grateful.”
Without another word, the healer wrapped his arms around the small horse and lent his full strength to the effort. It was slow work, but eventually the last of the smoke popped free of Jessamine’s head, and immediately, she could breathe easier.
“Don’t touch it!” the unicorn snapped. “I just removed it from the patient; I don’t want to have to take it out of you as well.”
Healer Yates took a step back. “What are we to do with it?”
“Do you still have that vial from earlier?” the unicorn asked and Healer Yates took an empty vial from his pocket.
“Perfect,” the unicorn declared as the vial glowed brown and the cork leapt out of the glass container. In short order, the smoke was stuffed into the vial and the cork was replaced. “That wasn’t so hard was it?” The unicorn fixed Healer Yates with an accusatory glare.
Healer Yates had his wand out, and was scanning Jessamine. “I’m going to have to have you teach me what you just did,” he said, his voice still emotionless.
“As I said, a first-year intern could have done that,” the unicorn said with a sneer. “And you call yourself a healer?”
“Doctor,” the rainbow-haired woman gently chided, “a little decorum, please. I happen to know that a human healer has healed a young pegasus of her inability to fly. It is obvious that they just have a different skill set that is no less potent.”
“Really?” the doctor unicorn said skeptically as Jessamine sat up fully. “How would you fix a pegasus whose fragile broken wing bones have knitted irregularly, preventing flight?” he asked, looking at Healer Yates.
“That was not the case for the pegasus I am aware of,” the rainbow haired woman replied.
Healer Yates shrugged and said, “Regardless, that’s an easy fix. Just vanish the bones then regrow them.”
“You can do that?” Dr. Splint asked, surprised.
“Yes.” Healer Yates smirked. "Even a first-year intern could do it."
Sounds like the "invisible" cutie marks would make a good story. No need for a crossover... It would be interesting if miss = got involved.
I love the fact that you let Healer Yates get his back at Dr Splint at the end!
I also love that you didn't leave us hanging on what happened to that ex-death eater, Fenton. Nicely done.
You know, I was both hoping and expecting his punishment to be that.
And thus did the now healed Jessamine unleash her suppressed desire for a child and family and begin pursuing the pony who cured her. Dr. Splint isn't going to know what to do.
And also thus did a medical revolution come to both Equestria and Magical England (and the rest of the magical world with time).
I'm also thinking for purebloods, the Greengrass household are going to become staunch supporters of the ponies.
Thank you for the chapter. It was a wonderful treat!
Man this was a great chapter, not only do we finally get a resolution on that one death eater but the chapter managed to stay entirely focuses on resolving the previous chapter's cliffhanger without drifting off to some other plot thread. I particularly like how you balanced out the doctor being an arrogant dick for most of the chapter by pointing out the wizards have easily fixed difficult pony problems as well. This is the kind of balance I wish a certain other story would execute more often.
Thanks for the chapter
You're right. Sounds like a kernel for a new story. ºuº
So nice to see the humans having some abilities that put the ponies to shame. I'd be interested in seeing if there is a *third* wedge in there, say for example in the field of hearing restoration. I noticed at least one wizard who had to use an ear trumpet in the movies, and it's never been covered in canon, but I can see ponies who are fully deaf in Equestria.
Two words: cochlear implant
As an example, the most popular daytime radio host in the US is completely and totally deaf. He can only hear due to an implant, which originally he only had on one side because he still had some residual hearing in the other ear. Now he's bionic on both sides, and it isn't perfect, but far better than the alternative. As of 2012, there were 300,000 cochlear implants in use worldwide, pretty good for a technology that started in 1982.
Loved this chapter so readily shows how both sides have their strengths and weaknesses. The idea of a cutie mark the same color as their coat is interesting makes you wonder if there could be a varation on that with some ponies have parts of their cutie marks that can't be seen for that reason
I for one would love to see that removed subplot as a separate story.
Kaito! And not from the most recent abomination. Discord would only mimic the best.
Burn
Well ... this was fun ...
pretty sure it should be 'manners'. Also fairly certain the other two should be switched
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No it's irony.
My personal Highlight was the Healer's last words. Nothing like Humble pie to end a chapter with.
“Yes.” Healer Yates smirked. "Even a first-year intern could do it."
Oh, snap!
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It is something writers need to consider when writing an alien species. There are still going to be things they can't do. Maybe no one in their culture thought of it, they lack a specific technology or never encountered a particular problem before.
One writing trope to consider is "Muggles do it Better", where a magical society(like wizards in harry potter) will use a technology created by " ordinary" humans because it gets the job done faster and better. For example when given the choice between a hearing spell that needs to be recast every 24 hours and causes headaches as a side effect and a cochlear implant a wizard with any sense would get the implant.
Good to know what happened to the ex-misguided chap. Seems the dimensional exchange is smoothly on its way.
I keep telling you, her Sad Eyes are much more dangerous than the Stare.
Professor Snape: Tsh, what an incompetent healer. There is nothing my potion cannot heal.
Invisible Cutie Marks?
... Prior to Diamond Tiarra's Reformation / Cutie Marked Crusaders, you could have claimed that the CMC had invisible marks for creating chaos.
Color changing? I just imagine Tonks vs Twilight ...
I can only imagine just how quietly pleased Granny is. Not only is her granddaughter part of a huge herd, she's head mare! There's no chance that she's not getting great-grandfoals!
Could maybe blend it with whatever plot was going to be used to reveal the Changelings, Twi teaches them the spell, they all have fun practising on each other, and then one of them tries it on Clouded Hope, which interferes with her disguise, revealing her, and putting Chryssy on the back hoof in reacting to the sudden discovery.
Oh hey it's the older neverending Harry Potter crossover.
Also the lesser of the two but let's not get into that :V
It's been 2 billion chapters since this dude was last mentioned so I forgot he existed. :/
Splint is immeasurably stupid.
THANK YOU.
Oof.
9487913 Splint is like a number of doctors very egotistical. Heck Milo shows his ego as well too both assume they know everything and what is and isn't possible
Loved the update!
Awesome update 👍.
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1. Wouldn't hold up in court because Sirius could have used a different wand and the wand that had been used might have been destroyed in the blast.
2. Wouldn't hold up in court because memories can be altered.
3. The same problem as number 2 truth serum isn't admissible in court because it can be beaten just like a lie detector.
I'm not saying what happened to Sirius was right but things were crazy back then and everyone was desperate to get the Death Eaters locked away. Sirius went to prison because there was enough evidence to convince Crouch Snr. of guilt and while a trial would have revealed the truth it's completely understandable why everyone accepted he was guilty. It certainly didn't help that Sirius admitted that it was his fault that the Potter's were killed. As said in the books Sirius didn't act like an innocent man.
O a grate chapter and the sniping back and forth just makes this so much fun.
Yay updates! I was a little worried, I know a few people have been unkind in comparing your story to others. I have enjoyed this story, its a very diferent take, and rather enjoyable.
I would say the hidden cutiemark would probably not be the best way to go, unless it was found that all three of the cmc had them, else well, consider the drama thoes three created so far over there marks.
I must comliment you on your sulution to the punishment of the one former deatheater, good to see you found a way to give both murcy and punishment to him, yet alowing him to have his life, and his family. *chuckles* I do wonder how long it will be before someone atempts to use a wand as a pony though, should be interesting.
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No, it kept him alive, until the point that he could receive training. From both a practical standpoint and a legal standpoint, he couldn't really do anything else. The magic that kept him safe only worked if he was placed with a blood relative, and since Dumbledore had reason to believe Sirius Black was a traitor, there was no one else to take him in. Even if he could maneuver custody of Harry to another family, the protection from the Death Eaters currently searching the boy would have been weaker.
That Harry was kept at the Dursleys for psychological manipulation is solely a conceit of this story, and is otherwise non-canon.
ohhhhhhh, shots fired. someone get Pinkie, time for..... Pinkie, we both know the answer but I am gonna ask anyway. When did you set up this "Yay, you're gonna live" party?
"Just now."
yeah, that's what I thought.
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is it still considered arrogance? he was right after all. interns have to know how to do this. INTERNS. to him, it is not arrogance. it is the same as Celestia's misdirected anger with Lord Greengrass. he perceived it as negligence on a professional's part.
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you do realize you are talking about the idiots who gladly walk around in women's night clothes, right? the expert on No-Majs (Arthur) can't even spell electricity let alone pronounce it. the odds of them actually acknowledging someone else doing it better are non existent.
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And third hand "eye" witness are more realiable?
The case against Sirius is staggeringly BAD. It went through ONLY because he was defeated and depressed and didn't want to fight it.
EVERYONE was thinking that HE was guilty. Lupin, Dumbledore... Everyone. They were incredulous but blinded by what they knew. But they were convinced that he was guilty. IF Dumbledore thought he was possibly innocent he could have fought it. So either he is benevolent and thought that Sirius was guilty OR he left him to rot in jail because it was more convenient to him.
What you can do with the pensieve is to get the memory from the eyewitness and look at it, so that you may go over it with a fine toothed comb.
The problem is the usual one of Harry Potter, Rowling didn't think it trough... She has put a lot of nice magic here and there but then forgot about it in some other places or didn't forecast what other creative application could be gotten out of them.
Do you require some aloe vera for that burn, Dr. Splint?
See, this is the main difference between this story and If Wishes Were Ponies, here, wizard magic is just as good as pony magic, if just in different ways. In Wishes, up til recently Pony magic has been more powerful or at least better than wizard magic, and even what techniques they've learned from the wizarding world, the ponies make better. While things still seem to lean heavily in favor of ponies, it doesn't feel like a total curbstomp.
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Multiple witnesses all saw the same thing and Sirius was found at the scene of the crime laughing like a lunatic. It was pretty convincing and yes Dumbledore thought he was guilty:
You have to remember that it was absolute chaos back then, they had been fighting a horrible war for a decade and were desperately trying to bring it to an end and restore order. By the time the dust settled no one was thinking about one man who may or may not be innocent. It's unfortunate but it's not some grand conspiracy.
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And as I said the pensieve WOULD work and should be used in almost ANY judicial proceeding. That is an error on Rowling's part.
Memories can be tampered but they show up quite clearly... as Slughorns memory of the Horcrux incident shows...
As I said the main issue there is that nobody really investigated the case... [and wizards court of law are AWFUL... No right to a defense counsel, just get in front of the court and get sentenced... It's simply ridiculous...]
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Yes, it is ridiculous but you are ignoring the context of the situation. It was basically the wild west back then, no one was looking super close at a single case. They saw enough evidence to convince them and that was good enough. And no the pensieve wouldn't work because again memories can be altered which makes them unreliable as evidence unless you can somehow prove without a doubt they haven't been altered.
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I said nothing of manipulation, Dumbledore in canon is fully aware of the abuse, he's been told multiple times.
And I repeat, there is never an excuse to leave someone in an abusive environment, there were many other options.
Are you saying there weren't more secure locations? Such as say, Hogwarts, even temporarily while a safe house is set up.
The problem is not manipulation (which it really was regardless, Dumbles admits he thought it'd be good for Harry to grow up without his fame which implies that he knows the Dursleys would say nothing to Harry about his heritage) it's your blatant attempt to rationalize a character willfully ignoring the pleas of a child that was being abused, that is truly unacceptible
And as a point, Dumbledore is a criminal due to this, charged with child abuse as well because a child informed him of the abuse and he never investigated.
OH and one more thing, the only confirmation of the blood wards is Dumbledore himself, rather convenient, isn't it?
Edit: Wait it was never specified that it had to be a relative on Lily's side, he could have sent Harry to the Weasleys, or with many others
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1. alright fair
2. the memory was altered so quickly that he changed it immediately
3. The books actually show it being used in court while getting around that resistance quite easily, stun them, dose them, and bam, no resistance
Fact is there are ways around peoples ways around these things, oh and one last thing
4. A magic contract, make them sign a document to confirm innocence, and if they aren't innocent of the crime they lose there magic
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Again the altered memories ARE quite evident.
And IF the memories can be altered then ALSO the eyewitness are to be discounted as memory charmed...
The Pensieve is shown to get the memories at the subconscious level with a high level of detail, that means that you can watch them with a LOT of people to get details and you can REWATCH them three hundred times if necessary. So it is in EVERY WAY better than the witness. It makes NO sense that they are not used for deposition.
It's simply that Rowling didn't think of it.
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There, of course, is also the fact that any real judge would agree,
All available evidence must be considered and proven without a doubt to be unreliable, which means all possible methods of determining innocence must be used every trial, especially just after a terrorist war
to explain, the public doesn't want to hear that people are going to prison, they want to hear that the right people are going to prison because a proper investigation happened. sending the wrong person to jail means one of the terrorists escaped, that will cause problems.
The system was in a state were it needed to prove that it worked and the only reason why they did so is misinformation, I personally believe Dumbledore cast the fidelius, which means there is no way in hell he didn't know hat they had the wrong man, but I am considering this from all angles, it just happens to be wrong from all angles
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We are also shown that the pensive can't reveal if a memory is altered as Slughorn was able to fool it. I'm not arguing there weren't ways to prove his innocence in the past but you're ignoring the fact they didn't have the convenience of taking their time.
The killing didn't stop just because Voldemort was gone, the Potters were not the final victims of the war as the Longbottoms were tortured into insanity after the Potter's death. Sirius just fell through the cracks because of the chaos.
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That's a load of crap. Dumbledore was busy fighting a war, he trusted the Ministry to handle everything else. It was not his responsibility to micromanage everything. He was convinced of Sirius' guilt because of witness testimony that he committed the crime and the fact that the Potters told him Sirius was the secret keeper. He had no reason to investigate further and he was a little busy trying to end the war and stop all the killings.
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Such a thing doesn't exist in canon, it would be unbelievably convenient if it did. The closest thing you have is an unbreakable vow which requires willing consent and not many people would agree to force people to tell the truth under penalty of death.
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Slughorn able to fool the Pensieve? Have we read the same book? Or are you going on the movies only? I don't remember how it was in the movies, but in the book it's described as everything going blank and Slughorn voice echoing saying things like "YOU WILL GO REALLY BAD, MARK MY WORDS" or "YOU WILL NEVER HEAR ANYTHING ABOUT HORCRUX FROM ME" so that it was OBVIOUS that the memory was manipulated.
AND AGAIN IF the memory is unreliable so is the witness. Why should the memory taken from the witness be LESS reliable than the witness?
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There were multiple witnesses. Altering the memory of one is believable but altering a street full to remember the same thing is incredibly unlikely.
The other problem with the pensieve is that it doesn't reveal what actually happened just what the person remembered happened and a person's memories can be unreliable especially if that person is unstable like Sirius was. It's the same problem with truth Serum if you truly believe you are telling the truth the serum won't do anything.
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Hmm no, I don't think Dumbledore was the one who cast the Fidelius charm, it's more probable that it was Sirius himself.
On a different note I was thinking... IF someone cast the existence of person as a secret... that would be one of the most evil trolling possible
Just imagine... You are visible ONLY to that person and if you kill him you are lost forever...
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Goblet of Fire.
They specifically say 'Magically binding contract' not legally, I'm not pulling out my ass here as there's no way in hell the goblet is the only thing capable of making those
Honestly the more you talk the less I think you've read the harry potter books or thought about this at all
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"While you can still call home the place where your mother's blood dwells, there you cannot be touched or harmed by Voldemort. He shed her blood, but it lives on in you and her sister. Her blood became your refuge. You need return there only once a year, but as long as you can still call it home, there he cannot hurt you." - Order of the Phoenix
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