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.

A.n- Okay I know I haven't been updating any of my stories in a while and that why from now on I will be doing my best to update more often I should have more chapters form this and my other stories coming out real soon; sorry for the long wait.

Chapter three

When the blackness, and the end of the tunnel voices from the goblins, disappeared Harry found himself nearly blinded by the bright light of the sun, not to mention free falling from what felt like pretty high in the air. Feeling this Harry started to panic wondering just why he was falling from the air, when he had been on solid ground before, and better yet just what was he going to do about it. Because Harry knew from experience that hitting the ground after falling really wasn't something he wanted to do.

That's when Harry remembered the new form he was in, or to be precise Harry remembered that he was now a Pegasus and that meant he now had wings. Unfortunately Harry seemed to remember this fact a little bit too late because just as he was stretching his wings out to catch himself, so that he wouldn't be falling anymore, Harry found himself landing with a big splash in the middle of a rather chilly lake. As he did this Harry could help but sarcastic question himself, 'Now would this be better than the ground or not.'

Luckily Harry managed to figure out how to quickly swim in his new form as he got to the surface of the lake and made his way to the shore of said lake. Even if he was rather slow at doing this and his wings did seem to get in his way a couple of time while he was trying to swim to the shore. It seemed said wings really were meant for flying and not swimming; who would have guessed.

Now complete soaked, shivering slightly from how cold said lake was, and wondering if the Goblins had somehow planned for what had just happened to him to happen. Harry looked around him, wondering all the while if he should really be calling himself Harry seeing as he real name was apparently Flutterfierce; as weird as that name may have sounded to him at the moment.

Harry was unsure of that, on one hand Flutterfierce was his true name to go along with his true form, not only that but a new name (or rather his real old name) could help represent both a new start as well as the return to the live he should have always had. On the other he knew the name Harry, he responded to it and had been through a lot with that name both good and bad with that name. He wasn't completely sure if he could leave it behind after all he had been through with said name; even if he did hate it something fierce at times.

Shaking his head to clear it a bit, and telling himself that he would go back to the name issue later on when it was more necessary Harry decided to think on more important concerns. Concerns he really hadn't thought about before doing the true home ritual despite the fact that he really should have.

In fact thinking on these concerns now, Harry began to feel a bit anxious, not to mention a bit apprehensive, about quite a few things; each of them different thoughts he was now just beginning to have. Thoughts like what if his parents allowed Dumbledore to take him to begin with, what if they really didn't want him, or were angry he was back. Or what if, if his earlier thoughts weren't true, they had moved on and if he did show up he would be completely disrupting their lives just as they had gotten it all back together; making it so he was once more causing chaos all around him. It was thoughts like this, and other that were similar to it, that were beginning to plague his mind; making him wonder if perhaps he had made a huge mistake coming here.

That is these were the thoughts that were plaguing him until Harry gave himself a hard mental slap and told himself to get over it. That even if his family from over here didn't want him that he could still start a new life in this place, and no one was going to stop him from doing so; he felt that he owed both Neville and Luna that in the very least for their sacrifices.

It was with this renewed sense of determination that the reminder of his friends had cause him, and his resolve to do the best he could for their memory, that caused Harry to pick his head up higher. Picking it up from the slight slump it had taken from the downtrodden thoughts that had been plaguing him, and almost marched away from the lake.

Heading toward were Harry could literally feel there were auras of what he could now tell were other ponies, unicorns and Pegasus which Harry could tell was somehow the prominent, and leading, race of the world he was in. Something Harry had gotten a good idea about when he had first found out just what he had turned into; call if a gut feeling if you would.

Harry hadn't been walking all that long when he noticed, and feeling slightly confused as he did so, just how natural moving in his new body felt. Whereas before in his old body, unless he was flying on a broom or in a life and death situation, he had been rather clumsy and had often trip over his feet doing things; at least until that that been harshly trained out of him.

Now instead Harry was moving rather quickly and graceful without even trying; almost looking as he was gliding along the ground if anything else. Though Harry figured that that was most likely because the Pegasus body he was currently in was actually his true body unlike his human body and all the training he had done in his human body to stop being so clumsy had transferred over to his Pegasus body making it even more graceful then it originally would have been.

Think on this Harry couldn't help but wonder just what else being in a human, human wizard body at that, had done to his Pegasus self. Did the actual magic he used come from his true form or did he somehow gain it while crossover worlds?

If he did gain it did he somehow keep his magic now that it was actually part of him, and if it was in him all along could he still use it all the same way he had before…or in a similar matter, seeing as he no longer had his wand. Though on that last thought about no longer have a wand didn't really bother Harry much seeing as he had gotten good at wandless magic during the war so that should help him right? That is if he still had his magic.

Freezing mid-step and biting his lower lip slightly Harry began to wonder how he would find that out? How would he be able to find out if he still had the magic he had when he was Harry Potter; especially given the new, or old but really unknown, form he now called his own?

That is Harry was wondering this, and almost bring the earlier panic he had managed to rid himself of back, until he remembered something that made him want to hit himself on the head as hard as he could; hopefully so he could reknock some of the sense he had lost back into him. What Harry remembered was something that he couldn't actual belief that he had forgotten seeing as it had been the sole reason he could actually use the wandless magic that he did during the war.

What this was, and what Harry could believe that he actually forgot was that he knew how to search for his magical core and if need be reconnect to it; there for he knew just how pull it through his body to be use it without a wand. This meant Harry could easily find out if he still had his earlier magic, and if he could use it in his new, yet also his original, body. Now all he had to do was find a quick, but quite place, to mediate at so he could see.

But at the same time Harry really wanted to see how is family, his little sister, was doing. How everyone was doing and find out just what type of place he had original been born in. Was finding out more about his magic, if he even still had it, more important than that? Harry really didn't think so, yet at the same time…what if something went wrong and he needed his magic? Could he really take that chance, would he be able to live with himself if something happened to his sister? Especially after everything, and everyone, that had been scarified so he could get her to see her? Was his magic really that necessary? And if so what did that say about him in concerns with his sister?