So this is and HP/Narnia Crossover. Just to clarify, Susan and McGonagall are the same person. I tried to stay as close to both canons as possible. So Voldemort is still evil, Dumbledore still dies, Harry still saves the day, Susan remains a bit estranged from her family, her siblings still die.

Disclaimer: No I don't own either one. Very sad.

Blah= Narnia references

Blah= mix of both worlds

Blah= normal/wizarding world

Susan the Gentle Queen

Secrets are like shadows, dogging your every step and following your every move. Everyone knows that you have them; it's just a matter of figuring out what they are. But for some, concealing these secrets that really have no place in this world at all has become an art form. They walk in the shadows of greater secrets where a slightly darker patch of shadow mimics their movements, yet not noticeable enough to warrant unwanted suspicion because how could they honestly answer all the questions without disastrous consequences.

That was how she lived her life, dancing through shadows to conceal her own. By far it was the safest thing for the Gentle to do but hardly the easiest yet she was used to making such hard decisions when she was older than she was today just a year ago now. So used to the openness was she that oftentimes, she would find herself nearly leaping into the light and giving herself away in a casual conversation. She would barely manage to salvage the conversation before the other person got curious.

Living in the real world, away from deceptive winters and sacrificial lions that never really died, was monotonous. Many times she wished that The Call would sound through the universes and call her back to home. The mundane was not her style for all her book-smarts and her intellectual nature. Magic was tangible and she thrived on it; it was a part of her that she could never deny since that one misadventure turned-to-adventure-and-fantasy that she'd always wanted. She found herself calling His Name out loud, trying to find him in the horribly deprived world that had given her a life because His world gave her and her brothers and sister true Life that forever coursed through them and would forever call to them.

Hazel eyes and pale skin with rose-pink lips swam before her eyes though no tears had wet them because she wanted to see how Gentle she still was but here the mirrors would not obey and she looked away to the window. Bright colors danced across the sky and the fields below but she had seen brighter, better, further up and further in and seemed to be inviting her to go out into the light. Instead, she ran down the tower steps into a private room of books upon books with only candles, no windows, to draw her out since the light still scared her because you can't have a secret hidden in the brightness of it all.

So when she receives a letter one day from an unknown person because those she knew had passed on before her, were waiting for her she is surprised and cautious. Unless her brothers and sister had given their secrets to another or had lovers and families of which she would have known because she had always, somehow, known little things like that her existence should have been a secret. Her shadow was just a smidgen lighter than before.

She smiles a little smile because she can't smile like she used to as she meets the strange man in a castle but it's not Cair Paravel because where are the cliffs? and they talk of many strange things. He asks about how she knows magic and a frown settles on her lips no one would understand how she came to magic and she shakes her head. Another story from another time saved for a day that she thinks is almost certain will never come. Her eyes are drawn to the symbol of the Houses and sees Aslan, home the lion as a distant roar calls her and she knows then tells the man she agrees as long as she is head of the lion house because it is as close to home as the Gentle can get.

Soon she has a wand as black as night because the white is evil, evil, evil and the man does not understand but he can't because the white witch isn't – wasn't, won't – ever here. She is a natural with animals and she could have taught about the magical creature but they don't recognize the Gentle yet so they do not listen yet so she teaches Transfiguration and sometimes with the defensive class for she is a natural at protecting in battle, as all queens then should have been – should be.

She studies shape-shifting it calls to the lion, tiger, cat whichever she may be inside of her and decides she will become one of them. A lion and tiger are unusual so she makes herself into a cat to be as close to her Aslan as she can which surprises the man but she does not care.

Years pass by and she knows the students suspect she is too regal, too Gentle too strange to be a normal witch but she brushes them away hides her shadows better. She needs to be more careful since secrets are power and one student has a red gleam in his eye like the cruel white gleam that is the stuff of nightmares but she refuses to cower like others because she defeated armies before since he is just one. Still careful, she watches him like a hawk and wasn't that how politics are played in her older days so she evens out the playing field ever so carefully and plays the game she played so much in the days of yesteryear with a politician's smile.

More years and he is the enemy the Just and the High were so good at knowing who they were like she had predicted and warned. She subtly guards the boy he is after and knows that war is not behind because she can play these games so well. The time is drawing closer and the boy's fate is already sealed so she knows it is the beginning of her time goes to the forest on the grounds.

The creatures follow her from the tree-shadows with burning, longing eyes because the Gentle is there more than the first time and she calls them out like the High had done twice before for battle and they come to her, submissive. Three years to prepare yet no one else knows but the Gentle and her people do so they make plans and weapons. They practice their fighting and she is still so limber and her youth hides under the surface. She returns to the castle and none cares to notice just how light her shadow is how less tense she is.

Two years pass and it is a small battle they lost the battle but not – Never – the war because they were just unprepared but won't be again because she is almost as Gentle as she used to be. Soon the students know she is some form of royalty since she carries herself like she used to when she was older and they know to follow her orders. She trains with her bow and arrow, not her wand because they are familiar to her, they sing to her. The time is coming at the end of the year and they will be ready like she, the Valiant, the High, and the Just had been once upon a lifetime ago.

The final battle has come and she is fierce as Aslan and as Gentle than ever before as a lioness. She puts on her battle armor that used to fit and now suddenly do, as a gift and she sweeps through the castle like a queen like the Gentle Queen she always has been.

Friend and foe fear her for lions roar from her bow and creatures answer her Call. In her battle armor, she is suddenly young like she had been twice before now and the enemies are scared because she is not a witch but a warrior-queen with creatures at her command.

They are victorious and she is Gentle now and she smiles at a young woman on the battlefield that reminds her of so many others and her families. Then she senses a change as there are frightened shrieks but she smiles because she knows at the lion Aslan walking towards her. The wizards and witches who are not white are puzzled when she kneels but he is speaking to her as Emperor to Queen. She hugs the lion now she can return home and walks with him as the forest creatures give her a royal salute exactly like those of her yesteryear.

She walks away into nothingness into the Wood she knows so very well as the lion ASLAN roars and Susan-Minerva melts away and the Gentle stands in her place in Aslan's Land.

The Gentle was home at last.

A/N: The Sequel is called "Lucy the Valiant Queen"