Harry's mind raced. He had faced death, war, magic beyond imagination, but nothing prepared him for this. He stood—hooves pressing against the soft Equestrian earth—his reflection shimmering in the lake, proof that this was no dream.
He was here. He was real. He was something new. Before he could gather his thoughts, the lavender alicorn before him spoke again.
"Who… are you?" Twilight Sparkle's voice was cautious, but curious. Harry tried to answer, but his voice sounded different deeper, laced with something ancient. Magic. "I don't know," he admitted.
Twilight's eyes flickered with recognition not of him, but of what he was. Alicorns were rare, appearing only for great destinies, larger than Equestria itself.
And then, the ground trembled.
A pulse of magic, unseen but felt, rippled through the air like a distant storm. Twilight stepped back, her horn glowing faintly in response, while Harry merely stood in place, his own energy vibrating with the disturbance. Something had changed. Something had awakened.