So, another story from me! I was browsing through the crossovers of Harry Potter and the Chronicles of Narnia the other day, and I was hit by this plot bunny of a female Harry going into Narnia. It bugged me for a day or two, so I sat down, opened a Word document and started writing. This is what happened. I'm unsure if I'll continue it, it depends on the reception this gets. Either way, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the Chronicles of Narnia do not belong to me. I'm simply borrowing them for awhile.

One

Jamie Potter sighed, brushing her hair from her face absently. Her eyes stared unseeing at the open book in her lap, though she had long ago given up the pretence of reading. The 18 year old was lost in her thoughts, green eyes glazed over in thought.

It had been a year since the defeat of Lord Voldemort. A year since she had fulfilled her purpose in the world. A year since she had lost her best friends. A year since the world had crashed down around her.

After Fourth Year, when Voldemort had risen again, Dumbledore had told her of the prophecy and started training her. By the time she was in 6th year, she could best all the Order members in a duel easily. She was proficient in wandless magic, wand magic, hand-to-hand combat, sword fighting and archery. Her mind was an impenetrable fortress and she could slip into the minds of those around her easily. Dumbledore and she were searched for the Horcruxes and had destroyed two of them. The Light was confident that their victory would be assured.

And then Dumbledore died.

After that, things had steadily gone down hill. People despaired as Jamie, Ron and Hermione disappeared off the face of the earth. As they searched for the Horcruxes, Voldemort tightened his hold on the Wizarding World, taking control of the Ministry and Hogwarts. Gringotts sealed its doors to the people of Great Britain and the magical world was thrown into a depression.

By the time Jamie had turned 17, she had already killed a minimum of thirty Death Eaters. She had shed her childhood and innocence completely when she returned to the Wizarding World, wand in one hand and the Sword of Gryffindor in the other. All the Horcruxes, including the one in Jamie's scar, had been destroyed and Voldemort was as mortal as anyone.

Jamie, accompanied by the recently rallied Order and those still loyal to the Light, stormed Hogwarts were Voldemort resided. What followed would be later called the Final Battle. It was nasty, bloody affair and both sides suffered heavy losses. Voldemort had killed Ron, Hermione and the rest of the Weasleys in front of her. Made her watch as her family in everything but blood died. It made her feel a little proud that they stared him down and didn't scream.

When it had just been Jamie and Voldemort facing each other, she had been so angry. Not the kind of anger that clouded everything, which is what Voldemort had hoped for, but the kind that just made her fight harder with more precision.

She had defeated him. She fought long and hard, through the haze of pain and she won. She was hailed a hero but what did it matter? Her family were dead. She was alive, but she didn't want to be. If it hadn't been for Neville and Luna, she would have likely done something drastic. They had been there every step of the way since she had returned to the Wizarding World a second time. They were always supporting her, allowing her to cry and scream and fight. They saved her, brought her from the brink.

It didn't change much though. It had been a year since they had won and she still felt torn up inside. Less torn up, admittedly, but still torn up. It had taken her nearly that entire year to get over the crippling guilt she felt. Nearly a year to stop having nightmares every night. She still had nightmares, yes, but not as often.

Jamie sighed, tearing herself from her musings as she snapped the book in front of her shut. She rubbed her eyes tiredly, standing from her position on Neville's settee. She practically lived with Neville anyway. He had quickly become a brother to her, and Luna a sister, and she spent most of her time with them. She couldn't interact with other witches and wizards anymore. They idolized her, set her on an even higher pedestal than before and it made her stomach turn.

Sighing again (Merlin, she was always sighing these days), Jamie stumbled from the living room of Neville's home and out into the kitchen. Her stomach growled hungrily but she ignored it, instead walking out of the kitchen into the garden.

Her favourite place at Nev's was the garden. It was his pride and joy and it showed. It was carefully tended too, a mass of colour and life. It was obviously carefully arranged, but it still looked wild, as if the flowers and plants had simply started growing that way. She loved it and she spent most of her time out wandering amongst the colourful plants and tall, towering trees.

Neville's garden stretched a good two football fields wide and at least four long. There was a forest on the fringes and that was where Jamie headed this time. She hadn't spent much time in the forest before, but lately she had felt something tugging her towards it. Considering she had little else to do, Jamie saw no reason not to follow the tug and wandered into the forest.

She was instantly encased in darkness, the closely packed trees preventing the sun from reaching the ground. It didn't bother her much and she murmured, "Lumos". A small ball of light lit up her hand and she held it up to see the forest floor so she wouldn't trip.

She walked through the forest for a long while, or maybe it was only a few minutes. It was hard to keep track of time in the forest. Her thoughts were calm, unlike how they usually rampaged around her head, demanding to be heard. It made for a nice change and Jamie sighed, in relief this time.

After a while, the trees started thinning out and she stumbled upon a clearing. Jamie muttered a small incantation and the ball of light disappeared. She didn't need it, considering the sun that washed over the clearing. It was a small, roughly circular area with no flowers or plants, other than the grass.

Jamie walked into the middle of the clearing, slowly moving in a circle as she took it in. The tug that had led her in this far had faded completely now, so she assumed this is where she was wanted. Why, though, she had no idea. The place was totally ordinary. Jamie could sense magic and this place was certainly not magical. So why had she been called there?

A frown furrowing her brows, the witch stared around her in confusion. There was no reason for her to be there anymore. She had followed the tug and had been led to the clearing. There was nothing special about it in any way so she turned and started retreating the way she had come.

A small rustling was heard behind her.

Jamie whipped around, the Sword of Gryffindor appearing in one hand as a ball of magical flame sprung up in her other hand. She stared dumbly in front of her, jaw hanging in surprise as she came face to face with a huge Lion.

He looked at her with amused, warm eyes. "Peace, Daughter of Eve," he rumbled and she unthinkingly let the flame fade away as she dropped her hands to her side. She snapped her mouth shut and eyed the great Lion warily. "I bring you no harm," he said soothingly.

"Who are you?" Jamie demanded, voice trembling slightly.

"My name is Aslan. And your name is Jamie Lily Potter," he told her.

Jamie scrambled backwards, eyes darting around the clearing in a panic. "How do you know who I am? How can you talk? Am I dreaming?" she asked desperately.

"How I know who you are is not relevant, Daughter of Eve. How I can talk is, also, not relevant. And no, you are not dreaming child."

Straightening suddenly, Jamie raised her chin and said stubbornly, "I'm not a child."

Aslan chuckled at her but did not reply. Jamie was constantly scanning the area, searching for any other dangers. She briefly entertained the idea of fleeing into the forest, but felt certain that Aslan meant her no harm. She had no idea why, considering the golden Lion had yet to give her any reason to trust him, yet she did.

"Did you call me here?" Jamie queried finally. Aslan nodded and she ploughed on. "Why? What do you want?"

"To help you," was the cryptic reply.

"Listen," Jamie said angrily. "I've grown up with people never telling me the truth about important things to do with me. I've had enough of it, so if you are going to tell me something, tell me."

Aslan growled warningly but she didn't flinch back, watching him stonily. Her green eyes glinted defiantly and she tightened her grip on the sword in her hand. He watched her, his anger melting away to be replaced by amused curiosity. She stared back steadfastly, refusing to show any weakness.

"You have been scarred, Daughter of Eve," Aslan murmured eventually. Instantly, Jamie's free hand flew up to touch her scar but the great Lion shook his head. "Emotionally and mentally scarred," he clarified and Jamie's hand dropped to her side once more. "You need to be helped and healed, whether you admit to it or not. I would like to send you to a place where you could heal, but you may never come back here if you choose to go."

Jamie watched him unblinkingly, waiting for him to continue. When it became apparent he wasn't going to finish, she sighed deeply and dragged a hand across her face. "Send me where?" she asked quietly.

"To a land called Narnia. You will not have heard of it, I'm sure." Jamie slowly shook her head, her expression unreadable. "If you should choose to go, I will take you there and introduce you to those who will help you heal. In return, you will help heal one of their number. You will live out the rest of your days there. You may never return to this world if you go, dear one," he told her sombrely.

Jamie breathed heavily, eyes still wide open despite the burn that begged her to blink. To escape from the fame, to get better, to just be herself. That was what she was being offered her and she opened her mouth to agree before slowly closing it. Her eyes drifted shut before opening again and she inhaled deeply.

"Would they know of me there? Of the Girl-Who-Lived?" she sneered as she spoke her title, though her eyes were hopeful.

"No, they would not. They would know not of the Wizarding World unless you choose to share it with them," Aslan informed her quietly.

Jamie breathed out jaggedly, tearing her gaze from his warm eyes, instead choosing to stare at the ground. "What about my friends here? Would I be able to bring them with me?" Neville and Luna popped into her mind, making the decision much harder.

Aslan was silent and Jamie turned to look at him again. His eyes were intense, searching her. She shivered, feeling like he was seeing straight into her. They stood in silence as minutes slipped past and eventually, Aslan nodded slowly.

"I can see that not having your loved ones with you would hurt more than it would help. They may come if they wish to."

"Can I talk to them first? I'm only going to go if they agree to come," Jamie said strongly.

"You may," Aslan accepted.

Jamie became aware of footsteps coming from the forest. Eying Aslan warily, the young witch turned to face the forest and started when she heard Neville calling her name frantically. Luna's voice followed him, saying something about Wrackspurts or something. Jamie couldn't help her giggle as she watched the pair of them stumble into the clearing. Luna's dirty blonde hair was tangled with some leaves caught in it, while Neville's clothes were covered in grass and mud stains. She turned to face Aslan once more, but blinked when she saw he was gone.

Tilting her head to the side, Jamie frowned in confusion before turning to face her friends once more. Smiling brilliantly at them, she threw her arms around them both in a group hug. Though Neville looked confused (and Luna looked as unflappable as ever) she was hugged back before she pulled away.

"What's gotten into you?" Neville asked her, looking pleasantly surprised at her happy mood.

"You'll never believe what just happened…" Jamie said, before proceeding to tell them both about Aslan and his offer.

It took about ten minutes, considering Neville and Luna had questions about the Lion and what he had said. When everything was out in the open, Neville looked thoughtful and Luna looked dreamy with Jamie watching them both with hopeful eyes.

"So this Aslan bloke wants us to go to a world called Narnia so you can get better and you can help someone there get better?" Neville asked, confusion seeping into his voice.

Jamie shrugged and nodded. "That's the gist of it, yeah."

"And you want us to go with you..?" Neville said slowly.

"Because I love you guys and I won't get to see you again if you don't come with me," Jamie finished.

"Well, does Narnia have Wrackspurts?" Luna demanded suddenly, though her voice was still dreamy.

"Um…no?" Jamie answered, though she had no idea.

"I'll come then," Luna agreed happily.

Jamie threw her arms around the eccentric girl, hugging her tightly. Luna hugged her back before pulling away and Jamie turned to face Neville with her puppy dog face.

Neville narrowed his eyes before chuckling. "Who am I kidding? Of course I'm gonna come. You two are my best mates, after all."

Jamie shrieked delightedly and threw herself into Neville's open arms. He hugged her back, laughing into her hair. She burrowed her head in his chest, enjoying the closeness of her brother in everything but blood. And what did blood matter, after all?

Pulling away with a grin, Jamie turned to face the clearing at large. Finding that she knew which words to speak, she opened her mouth and called out, "We are ready. Our decision has been made. We will go to Narnia."

Aslan did not reappear, but his voice echoed through the clearing all the same. "So it is, let it be done," he rumbled.

Jamie felt an abrupt tug on her magic, and from Neville and Luna's gasps, they felt it too. She reached out and snatched up Neville's hand and he grabbed Luna's. The tug on her magic pulled harder and she felt herself falling forward. She opened her mouth to yell but darkness ambushed her abruptly and Jamie fell into unconsciousness.

Fin