What if Lucy and Edmund had a less enjoyable time at their Aunt and Uncles house over the summer? T/M for child abuse.

"I refuse to go. At least you get to study something interesting and get to spend time with the Professor no less! Susan gets to go to America and explore. But Lucy and I get stuck living with Eustace! Please Peter, can't you try to talk mum out of this? If she knew how old I really was she wouldn't have a problem with letting us stay by ourselves." Edmund mumbled from his slouched position on his bed as he watched Peter begin to fill his suitcase.

"First of all, if you told her how old you really are she would think you crazy! Second, I've already tried, but there is nowhere else for you to go. The professor lives in a tiny cottage that simply wouldn't fit us all no matter how hard we try. I bet you'll even get to Narnia soon and everything will be worth it!" Peter tossed him a good natured grin but Edmund couldn't find it in himself to return it.

*One Week Later*

"Well here we are!" Trilled Mrs. Pevensie. Lucy attempted to smile and at least look like she was happy to visit her Aunt, Uncle, and cousin, but Edmund refused to even do that much.

A stiff greeting was exchanged between Aunt Alberta and the family for Uncle Harold couldn't be bothered to leave his newspaper and Eustace was studying something quite important and could not be disturbed.

Edmund grabbed Lucy's suitcase and he lugged both of them up the stairs and into the separate rooms.

"Oh, you'll see Edmund, I'm sure everything will be just fine! Eustace will probably be too busy studying to notice us, Uncle Harold won't leave his paper and if we can avoid Aunt Alberta it will be just like the Professor's mansion!"

"Why do all you optimists have to be so bloody optimistic?" He growled but pulled Lucy into a warm hug.

"You're righ-

"Children!" Aunt Alberta shrieked, "Your shoes have tracked mud all over the house!" Lucy looked down.
"Has she lost it? We aren't wearing shoes, only socks because of the mud. We left our shoes right by the door as instructed."

Trying to get to the bottom of things they raced back down stairs only to find a smirking Eustace.

"I told them not to do it mum, I really did, but they went off saying they would blame it on me!" He cried.

Without giving the guests a chance to respond she grabbed them tightly around the wrist and dragged them upstairs. They wiggled and squirmed but her grip only tightened until it got to the point of drawing blood. "Stop it you're hurting her!" Screamed Edmund over and over until Aunt Alberta back handed him across the face.

"You will not speak unless spoken to. More importantly how dare you try to blame anything so awful on my own son! Do you think I am blind and do not see your trickery! As punishment you will receive no meals for at least two days depending on your behavior. I hope you learned your lesson. She shoved them in their rooms and left them to her own devices, she had to go make sure her child was alright, after all, Eustace was such a sensitive boy.

A/N So, how was it? Is it worth continuing? I would really like to know!

Narnia is not mine!

Love,

Hain