Summary- I have seen stories where Harry is the brother of Twilight but what if instead Harry was the older brother of a certain shy Pegasus? What Happens when Harry finds out he has been kidnapped from a whole nother world? That he isn't human? That he has a little sister back in his real home world, and what happens when Harry dins all of this out after a serious a betrayals that lead to the death of his true best friends? All done by those he once thought he could trust.

Disclaimer- I do not own or make any money what so ever off of either Harry Potter or My little Pony.

Chapter Two

Harry stared in horror as, what he was sure was going to haunt his dreams for a long time to com, began to play out in front of him. And to think all of this started just because he wanted to tell his only two true friends goodbye, in person, before he did the last two rituals. The ones that would give him back his true form, and then the one that would take him away from this hell hole once and for all. Maybe if he hadn't decided to do that, going against both his gut feeling and the goblins warnings while doing so, then what was happening wouldn't be happening; something Harry was sure he would curse himself for later.

Sadly, Harry hadn't listened to either his gut feelings or the Goblins warnings, and had instead left the safety of the Grinngotts bank to do what he had thought would be best. Which was telling both Neville and Luna just what was happening, as well as what he was going to do as a result of everything that had happened to him, in person.

But seriously how was Harry supposed to know that the very second he met up with the two, that he all but considered family, that they would be surrounded by all of the traitors; as well as one manipulative old goat?

He certainly hadn't expected that to happen, but at the same time that didn't stop Harry from pulling out his wand ready to defend himself; as well as get a little bit of well-deserved revenge at the same time. Something which both Neville and Luna did as well. Though Harry really wasn't seriously surprised about his seeing as those two were some of the best fighters they had during the war, ad at the same time neither one of them really got along well with either Ron or Hermione; something Harry had overlooked until recently.

Both Luna and Neville had their wands out and pointed at one of the supposed 'light' sided members circling around them; almost faster than Harry had his out. There wasn't a moment of hesitation in their actions, not a shred of doubt, trusting Harry with every fiber of their beings, and knowing beyond a shadow of doubt that Harry had a reason to react the way he did. Even if he was pointing his want at his supposed best friends, and the leader of the light side; the oh so great Albus Dumbledore.

Harry seeing this was incredibly touched and immensely grateful that he had gotten at least two amazing friends out of this whole hellish ordeal that he had been forced through. Of course this touching moment, and any warm feeling that Harry was feeling at the time, immediately disappeared when one Ron Weasely opened up his big mouth; completely and utterly ruining the moment as he did so.

"See I knew you'd go dark Potter! Freaks of nature like you couldn't be anything else but that! You even drug Longbottom and Loony with you. Big help they'll be, a big cry baby squib and a completely loony slip of a girl." This was completely and utterly the wrong thing to say, and this showed in the reactions of the three being spoken about. IT was a lesson Ron had a long time coming, and one that wouldn't hopefully get through his thick head; Harry didn't have high hopes in that regard.

As soon as Neville, Luna, and Harry heard what Ron had to say about them, and could see the agreement about what had been said in both Hermione, as well as, Dumbledore's eyes, they all went icy cold. It was time they showed the trio in front of them just what they were dealing with; show them just what growing up, and taking a main part, in a war had taught them. Knowing this Harry, Neville, and Luna all tightened their grips on their wants ready, and completely willing, to fight their way to their freedom. Something that was quickly caught on and echoed by the three that where on the other side; who seemed completely willing to do anything to stop them from getting that freedom.

There was no given signal from either side before spells were being thrown by both sides; both using deadly force in each attack they used; having learned to do so from the War. Though one side was using darker, more deadly spells, then the other side; not by much though. Cutting curses went flying from one side of what was now the battle field and were returned with high powered blasting curses. Neither side was giving an inch, and neither side seemed to be able to get the upper hand; no matter how hard they tried, or what they tried for that matter.

That is until Dumbledore, tired of being unable to land a hit on what he thought of as a useless weapon, spun around and fired a spell a Neville's unprotected back. Who up until then had been battling, and almost winning, against Ron Weasely. This spell hit Neville and sent him spiraling away from the red haired teen, and then to Harry's disbelieving eyes, Neville landed on his back eyes staring blankly at the sky; dead. He had been hit by the Killing curse; fired from the headmaster the supposed leader of the light side.

A roar of complete and utter rage startled Harry from the state Neville's death had put him in, and caused him to immediately spin around and stare wide eyed at where the enraged roar had come from. There to his disbelieving eyes was Lina, now fighting with all the ferocity of an enraged dragon. A ferocity Harry could feel burning in him as well.

Seeing this, as well as being unable to hold back his rage at Neville's death any longer, Harry joined back in with Luna's deadly dance. No longer holding back and using every spell he knew, not matter how dark or useless it may seem; you would be very surprised how damaging an over powered scrubbing spell could be. After all the other side certainly wasn't holding back any now was it.

You would expect that since the fight had been pretty much equal before Neville's death that it would now be pretty much a one sided fight now because the lack of a third member on of the sides had. But that really wasn't the case. If anything the ferocious Luna and Harry seemed to be slowly but surely pushing the others back. That is until both Hermione and Ron took a leaf from the head masters book and fired their spells as at Harry at the exact same time Dumbledore had; sending Harry flying back into a nearby tree.

Groaning slightly when he hit the tree and after wiping the blood out of his eyes, from the head injury that Ron's curse had cause him, Harry quickly jumped up and ran back to where Luna was still fighting at. Hoping with every fiber of his being that Luna was still okay and hadn't been overwhelmed yet.

Sadly, this didn't seem to be so and to Harry utter heart break he found Luna's broken form staring at the sky just like Neville's had been not so long ago. Seeing this Harry felt the tears that he had been holding back since Neville's death slowly began to fall. Even as something else deep within him began to rapidly build up in him; heating up the air dangerously around him as it did so.

Ron, taking no notice of the dangerous tint the air around him had taken, or the heat that seemed to shimmer around Harry, only taking notice of the fact that Harry was now by himself and was currently crying; decided it was a good time to start taunting Harry.

"Aww, is little baby Potter crying? Is he sad that he is now all alone? Aww poor little baby Potter by himself all over again; just like he had always been." Again this was the wrong thing to say, and it was most definitely the wrong time to say it at as well. Because as soon as the words left Ron's mouth the thing that had been building up in Harry erupted out of him in wave after wave of pure magic.

This magic threw everyone that was attacking Harry a good thirty feet, at the very least, away from him, and crashing into the nearby walls; hard. Seeing this, and watching with dead eyes as they didn't get back up from where his magic had thrown them. Harry couldn't bringing himself to care in the least bit about this, except hoping that they were suffering, he spun around and ran back to the bank. There was nothing to stop him from dong those rituals now; in fact the sooner he got it all done the better.

Once Harry arrived back at the bank he walk right up to the goblin, who was the same from the day before, and who looked to be waiting for him with a knowing, if slightly apologetic, look clear on his face. Harry seeing this, and not wanting to lose the very slight control he was managing over both his magic and his emotions, told the goblin; in a tone that creamed he was serious and that it would be deadly to argue against him about it.

"I'm ready to do those last two rituals." This earned Harry a respectful nod before the Goblin gestured for Harry to follow him. Something which Harry was quick to do as the goblin lead led him to the last ritual room; where both of the last rituals would be taking place at.

As soon as they got to the necessary room Harry watched with slightly red rimmed wide eyes as the goblins began to set up everything necessary for the first ritual. It took them at most ten minutes to get everything where it was supposed to be and Harry found himself being called forward to begin the true self ritual at lot faster than he had thought he would have been; not that this really bothered him.

Harry knowing that everything was finally coming to an end, and that he was finally going to be free of the nightmare that had been masquerading as his life, walked to where the goblins were gesturing for him to stand; taking the potions that the goblins were handing him as he did so.

Once Harry reached the center of the ritual room, and had been positioned down on one of his knees; on his more dominate side just as he had been instructed. Harry opened up the potion bottle he had just been given and downed the pearl white potions as quickly as he as he could; again just like he had been instructed to do. After doing this Harry watched with sharp eyes as the goblins began their part of the ritual; Harry's having already been completed for the time being.

"O mira amet, nobis autem et alia causa, quia a te, et accipies de nobis. O Domine, et dator vitae venenatis dans dona petimus, et exaudires orationem nostram. Esse enim hoc non sentit, qui nobis in placitum coram vobis in forma nunc. Non sentit ius forma non habet formam magica. Antequam venit ad formam, ut eum magicae humiliter ducit contristes eum. Rogamus te id sibi dare. O potens domina amet." As this was said Harry could feel the potion in him beginning to heat up. A heat that turned into a raging fire that seemed to burning through his entire body, setting every nerve he had in said body up in flames; causing him a worse pain then the curico curse ever had.

Unfortunately as he did this some magic seemed to be holding his body upright making it so that he couldn't move in the least bit to attempt to ease said pain. A pain that got even worse as Harry felt the bones in his body begin to snap and reform in a completely foreign, yet at the same time oddly right, way. As his muscles were ripped from the position they were in before, and as they felt like they were being melted into another. As every nerve in his body sang in agony as they too were forced to adapt to something they were no longer used to.

Yes, the transformation to his true form, his now completely permanent form, was a very torturous, not to mention slow, experience. In fact if not for the fact that the ritual had made it so that no matter what he couldn't move from the position he had started in Harry was sure that he would be collapsed on the ground; rather his new from liked it or not. But seeing as he couldn't be Harry was left panting heavily, sweating up a storm; in a really awkward kneel position in his new horse like form.

Harry, after taking a couple of minute to shake off all the pain he had been in and to get a bit more used to his new Pegasus form, slowly began to raise from the kneeling positions he had been in; feeling as if he had been forced to hold that position for hours as he did so.

Once he was up Harry shakily walked over to a nearby full body floor length mirror. Which one of the goblins had set aside for his use after the ritual; before the ritual had even started. What he saw one he got to the mirror left him shocked, even though he knew somewhat what to expect; it was still a big shock to his system. Because there in the mirror instead of the skinny, lean built teen that he had been was now a much more comfortable looking was a pale tan looking Pegasus with long black hair that had bright emerald green streaks in it. The same shade of green that his eyes were and the same shade of green that were in both his wings, as well as parts of his legs, and hooves.

Harry seeing all of this and noticing how much more real, and at home, his new form felt for him, as well as his magic, could only barely withhold his laughter. Well that is barley withhold it until he remembered both Luna and Neville's death. This caused Harry to lose all traces of happiness that had been building up in his face. Instead Harry turned back to the goblins, who had both been watching him and setting up for the next ritual, before saying in a tone that was choked back with all the emotions he was trying to hold back.

"I think I am ready for that last ritual; I just want to be gone from here." This got Harry a simple nod and he was directed ones more to stand in the center of the room. A place where, even the Duresley's would have been able to feel the magic that had built up.

Harry slightly weary about being surrounded by so much wild magic, but at the same time putting his trust in the goblins, stepped back into the center of the room. Then all Harry knew was darkness and chanting. The last thing he was able to hear before unconsciousness took full hold of him being the chanting of the Goblin; sounding as if it was coming from the far end of a very deep dark tunnel.

"Puer non ex hoc mundo, non potest dici quod sit in loco habitaculi magia obsecro, Domina nostra, id est ut, ubi ad eum reducunt debetur puero. Domus, qui non potest hic, ubi non semel ipse placet. Quae hic est, quia et hoc est quod quaerimus, quae agis."

True form ritual- Oh wondrous magic, we have yet another plea that we ask you accept from us. Oh lady magic giver of the gifts and granter of life we ask that you heed our plea. For you see this being that we have place in front of you feels not right in the form he is in now. Feels that it is not the right form, feels it is not his magic given form. He comes before you to humbly beg that you give him the form that magic deems best for him. We ask that you grant him this. Oh mighty lady magic.

Return to home ritual- Child not from this world, in a place that he cannot call home, we beseech you magic, lady of us all, we ask that you take this child and bring him back to where he rightfully belongs. A home, one that he cannot make here, a place where he can for once feel like he belongs. This is what we called you here for and this is what we ask that you do.

AN- Also if you guys think the fight was bad, Harry was to weak or the ending was to unbelievable giving how Harry was fighting remember he did just have all his power and everything else, besides his true form, unsealed and had not real time to adapt, or train, them. Then ending was just a small show of what he could now be fully capable of now that his true power is unbound. Though he still need to learn control over it again.