This has the OC from my 'One Thing' story but the one-shot I wrote doesn't tie in with this story. Both Narnia though. I don't own anything except for Lily. I love reviews.

The blonde haired girl stood talking to Peter Pevensie, a blond haired, blue eyed boy with a strong jaw and a slightly tanned appearance and dimples in his cheeks when he smiled. Truthfully she wasn't actually listening. He was using his 'I'm older and mature' voice, like he thought he was still in Narnia and older then he was, not to mention, a king. He was only eighteen, which he often had to be reminded of by Edmund.

She knew about Narnia though. The Pevensie siblings had went on a wonderful adventure when they were sent away because of an air-raid. Lillian had lost her mother in the same air-raid, three days after loosing her father in the war. She was sent to her aunts whilst the Pevensies were sent to an old professor's. For as long as she could remember, she had been friends with the second youngest sibling, Edmund, who was her age. Even during the war, when he had developed an attitude in response to loosing his father, who had to go to war for them, she had stuck by him, knowing he would be sweet again once his father returned. After Narnia his attitude had changed again. Not back to normal but to one of a shy, kind gentleman. Something Peter could never be. True, he was a gentlemen, and kind, but hardly shy. He was rather egotistic when he wanted to be and that was what set the two apart the most.

She saw Peter flash her one of his most charming smiles right before a burly looking boy bumped into him. The blond boy glared at the group of larger boys, obviously expecting them to apologies for what one of them did. Of course, the boy who had bumped him was not going to.

"Say sorry," one of the friends of the burly boy growled at Peter.

Lillian could sense the trouble and quickly left, finding Edmund coming back from buying tickets. Edmund looked nothing like his older brother. He had black, messy hair and dark eyes that looked like onxe until the sun caught them and they turned a warm brown. His smile had a boyish charm and his pale face was sprinkled with freckled that looked like little bits of cinnamon. He smiled upon seeing her, his dark eyes shining. "Hey, Lily," he said, wrapping his arm around her waist like he did all the time.

"Eddie, it's Peter," Lillian confessed rather reluctantly.

Edmund sighed and dropped his head. "What did he do now?"

"I think he's going to get into a fight with a group of boys. He never learns." Lillian rubbed Edmund's arm and kissed his shoulder through his school uniform.

"Where is he?"

Lillian just pointed and Edmund rushed off, Lillian close behind. When they drew near where Lillian had left Peter, they saw a thick group of students, all chanting, "Fight, fight, fight!"

Edmund pushed his way through the students and jumped into the fight, helping his brother who was out numbered three to one. Lillian however stopped on the stairs next to the two Pevensie sisters. All three watched the fight in horror before some guards came and broke it up.

"Are you alright, Eddie?" Lillian asked as Edmund picked up his bag and hat.

"Yeah, Lily, I'm fine," Edmund assured, with a smile.

That was the thing about those two, they always called each other Eddie and Lily. It was their nicknames for each other and no one else's. As long as Lillian still answered to Lily and Edmund still answered to Eddie, they were friends. In almost every sentence Edmund spoke to Lillian during the war, he would say Lily, just to make sure she hadn't turned her back on him like everyone else had.

They walked over to where Lucy, Susan and Peter were sitting. Edmund flopped onto the seat as Lillian sat elegantly next to him.

"You're welcome," Edmund said with a sharp tone to Peter, angry at the fact that his brother didn't appreciate him.

"I had it sorted," Peter retorted.

Lillian had to bit her tongue from telling Peter that getting the crap beaten out of you by three thugs was not having it sorted. She noticed Edmund's sour mood and took his hand. She leant in and whispered to him, "You held your own much better then Peter did."

Edmund turned his head, his dark brown eyes meeting Lillian's light brown ones, which resembled honey. As he did, their noses brushed, making Lillian smile. Her friend smiled back before looking over at his brother to hear why he had hit the boy.

"I shouldn't have to! I mean, don't you ever get tired of being treated like a kid?" Peter huffed.

"We are kids," Edmund reminded him with sarcasm.

"Well I wasn't always. It's been a year, how long does he expect us to wait?"

Both Edmund and Lillian rolled their eyes before Edmund shared a look with Lucy and Susan. Both girls looked at their older brother with concern. Lucy was always worried about Peter and the way he was handling being back in the real world, but that was how the red haired girl was. She was innocent and caring. Susan however was more like Edmund and not just in the dark colour to her hair but in the fact that she was getting fed up with Peter's behaviour.

"I think it's time to accept that we live here, there's no use pretending any different," Susan said before looking over her shoulder at something quickly. "Quick, pretend you are talking to me."

"We are talking to you," Edmund informed her in his usually sarcastic tone.

Susan gave him a look that said 'do you have to', before Lucy jumped up with an 'Ow'. She said something pinched her before Peter jumped up too, exclaiming that Edmund had pinched him. Edmund of cause told him he was innocent before he and Lillian jumped up, as well as Susan.

"Eddie, did you pinch my bum?" Lillian asked, looking at her best friend.

"I wish," he joked, earning himself a small slap on the arm

A great gust of wind blow through the train station – which was not caused by the approaching train. It blew Edmund's hat off and caused bits of rubbish to go flying.

"Quick, everyone hold hands," Susan instructed, grabbing Lucy's.

Lillian intertwined her fingers with Edmund's as Peter went to grab his other one. "I'm not going to hold your hand!" he yelled, still annoyed with Peter. The older boy just rolled his eyes and grabbed the black haired boy's hand.

The station seemed to fall away around them and before long they found themselves standing at the mouth of a large cave. Instead of dull lights above them, they had sun light streaming onto them, instead of a concrete platform beneath their feet, they found sand. In front of them was a large, crystal blue ocean.

Lucy turned and smiled at Susan and then Lillian before all three girls went running towards the water, stripping off their jacket, shoes and other unessential clothing as they went. The boys were not too far behind them. After splashing in the surf for a bit, Edmund stopped and looked up at the cliff that loomed over them.

"Where do you think we are?" he asked.

"Where do you think?" Peter laughed as though his brother was thick.

"Well, I don't remember any ruins in Narnia."

The group all looked up to see vegetation growing over an old building. As a silent agreement they all got out of the water and climbed the cliff. When they got up with top they started looking around taking in the scene. Since Lillian had never been in Narnia she just walked with Edmund.

"Why do you think I'm here?" Lillian asked as they searched the ruins.

Edmund stopped and looked over his shoulder at his best friend, deep in thought as he did. "I don't know," he admitted with a sigh. "But I'm glad you are."

Lillian just smiled shyly as they walked back to where Lucy and Susan stood.

"Wonder who lived here?" Lucy thought out loud.

"I think we did," Susan answered, looking at something she picked up off the ground.

"Hey, that's mine," Edmund exclaimed, striding forward. "From my chess set."

"Which chess set?" Peter asked.

"Well I didn't exactly have a solid gold chess set back in Finchley, did I?"

Suddenly Lucy had an epiphany. "Don't you see?" When everyone gave her blank looks she pulled Peter to a certain spot on the ruins that seemed to have been a platform, then she did the same to Susan and Edmund. "Imagine walls and columns there and a glass ceiling."

"Cair Paravel," Peter breathed. "What happened here?"

"I don't know," Lucy whispered before her eyes landed on Lillian who was standing awkwardly off to the side. "Lillian, you ruined your new uniform."

"New uniform? But you're not any taller!" Edmund stated, walking up to Lillian to make sure.

Lillian blushed crimson and couldn't meet Edmund's eye. To cover up her discomfort she mumbled that they should try to find answers to what happened.

They went searching again, this time for answers as to what destroyed the once great building. "Catapults."

"What?" Peter asked his brother who was crouching next to a large bolder.

"This didn't just happen," Edmund stated slowly. "Cair Paravel was attacked!"

Silently, Peter walked over to what looked to be an old wall, and with Edmund's help, moved the large protective stone from in front of a door. He then ripped some of his shirt and tied it around a thick stick. "I don't suppose you have any matches."

"No," Edmund said, digging through his bag. "But will this help?" He pulled out a touch to show the others.

"You might have mentioned that a bit sooner!" Peter laughed, showing his dimples.

Edmund just clicked the touch into life and pointed it down the stairs. They couldn't see to far ahead so they walked carefully. As they walked they saw the ground level out and the area glowed from the light streaming through a hole in the roof, glistening artifacts laying everywhere. The youngest boy looked upwards slightly only to be met with an older version of himself in statue form. Walking forward, he put the touch in a cut in the wall, no longer needing it. His statue stood behind a solid gold trunk, just like Peter's, Susan's and Lucy's.

The boy looked over his shoulder to see Lillian standing by the stairs, looking lost. With an encouraging smile, Edmund beckoned her over before opening the lid of the trunk. She sat on the edge as she watched him move things around. When moving his crown, he found it just kept falling back. Instead of putting it to the side again, he put it on Lillian's head.

She simple chuckled before noticing Lucy pulling a dress out of her own trunk.

"I was so tall."

"Well you were older then," Susan joked.

"As opposed to a hundred years later... when you're younger," Edmund tried to understand, with a shiny helmet on his head that was to big, making Lillian chuckled again. When he turned his head to smile at her, the helmet turned and she could see part of the side of his face, making her giggle.

"I think it's a bit big for you," she told him, taking the helmet off his head.

"It wasn't always."

"Oh, so you used to have a big head?" Lillian joked, chucking the metal headwear into his hands.

"Funny," Edmund sarcastically retorted. He put the helmet off to the side of the trunk and pulled out his sword, resting it against the side of the trunk so he could easily get it when they left.

"What is it?" Lucy questioned her bewildered looking sister.

"My horn, I must have left it on my saddle... the day we went back," Susan exclaimed, holding a bow and its accessories.

Suddenly the sound of metal being dragged along metal rang through the chamber. Four heads turned to look at Peter who had just drawn his sword.

"When Aslan bares his teethe, winter meets its end," Peter said in a strong voice.

"When he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again," Lucy ended for him, her voice saturated in unshed tears. "Everyone we knew – Mr. Tumnus, and the Beavers – they're all gone."

"I think it's time we found out what's going on," Peter declared, putting his sword back.

"But first we need better clothing. Our school uniform wasn't exactly designed for forest terrain," Susan reminded them, looking down at her wrinkled outfit.

"Oh, but..." Lucy looked at their blonde friend. "Lillian won't fit in any of our dresses. She's a different size to us, no matter what age we were."

"Luc, I'm sure at one point you were Lily's height," Edmund assured.

"Ed." Susan smiled slyly. "She's not our size."

"Her figures different," Peter mumbled, blushing as he looked at the side wall, suddenly finding it very interesting.

Edmund frowned and looked at Lillian who had a cherry red tinge to her fair cheeks. He slowly swept his eyes over her body as the girl hugged herself in discomfort. Her figure was different to Lucy and Susan's. Her chest was larger. Edmund looked away sharply, only just realizing why his best friend had gotten a new uniform.

"Oh, well... um, here!" Edmund dug in his trunk and pulled out a pair of black pants and a dust grey tunic. "They might be a bit big though." He gave them to Lillian who smiled in thanks. "Peter, we should leave and let the girls get dressed."

The older boy, still not looking anywhere near Lillian, nodded and left before his younger brother. The moment the girls knew the boys were out of ear shot they started laughing.

"Oh my god." Lillian gasped. "That was embarrassing. Edmund looking at me like that."

"Peter noticed before now. He was blushing almost as much as you." Lucy giggled at the older girl.

Lillian wasn't listening. She was to busy hiding her smile by burying her face in the clothing Edmund had given her, looking at Edmund's statue. "Eddie certainly grows up."

"We all did," Susan told her, turning away from them to get changed and not catch Lillian's tone.

"But he grows up!" the blonde whispered, biting her lip before getting dressed. The shirt was large on her and hung loosely. She had to roll up the pants legs but other then that they were a comfortable fit.