Sloth: Honestly, I think I may have something here. Once again I come baring a crossover fiction. This time it's Harry Potter and Narnia. Yes I know it's been done, but I hopefully plan on taking things to a level not reached before. So before we begin, I have to inform you on a slight change, mostly to the Potterverse.
1: Harry has a twin, which will come into importance later on. I'm not just making crack up.
2: Lily and James are alive, there for Harry will be fairly OOC. The only reason is isn't completely OOC will be explained later.
3: There is Voldermort, but he never attacked the Potters...yet.
4: There is a magical war in the Potterverse, but since this is taking place near the end of WWII, it's a magical world war.
5: Ginny is two years younger than Ron, therefore she is ten years old going on 11 and ron if 12 going on 13.
That should be it. There isn't much change to add to the Narnia verse because everthing is going to be AU from here on out. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or The Chronicles of Narnia. Plain and simple.
"Honestly Ron, have you no respect for another man's private properties?"
"Well it's not like your grandfather will mind 'Mione. Besides, that old bat is making us clean up, we might as well look around."
"Miss Macready is not an old bat Ron, she's just strict."
"Loony's more like it."
The tension had finally gotten to him and he let his two friends know it. "Ron, Hermione, will you two shut up!" Harry shouted from the other side of the room where he was sweeping. Harry Potter, son of James and Lily Potter and twin of Nate Potter, had been given the chance to spend the summer away from home. His friend Hermione Granger was going to spend the summer at her grandfather's mansion, a very rich and intelligent professor, and when she asked her three friends, Ronald Weasley, Ron's sister Ginny Weasley and himself, he was more than happy to take the offer. Not that there was anything wrong with his home life per say. It's just that spending the summer in the same place while your father is fighting a (by his mother's perspective) pointless war with your twin as your only companion gets a little dull. Although, if Harry had known that they were going to be cleaning the majority of the time, he would have stayed home with Nate and his mother. It also didn't help that Hermione kept having to scold Ron every five minutes for something he did.
"Sorry Harry," they said to him before resuming their individual tasks. While Harry had been stuck with sweeping, Ron had the job of placing all the books back in the library-which unfortunately was the size of four master bedrooms and rose above their heads by a good ten feet.-and Hermione had the task of polishing the furniture. The reason for summer cleaning had been explained to the three preteens earlier in the week. It would seem that there would be more guests spending time at Professor Granger's mansion. They were the Pevensies, and for some reason Hermione couldn't help shake the feeling that she heard the name before.
"I don't see why Ginny isn't here to do any of the work." Ron said hotly, obviously not enjoying the fact that his ten year old sister was not here to enjoy the work. Hermione and Harry both sighed at their friend's remark. Hermione decided it was her turn to remind their friend.
"Ron, we've already told you that your sister gets to accompany Miss Macready when she goes to pick up the Pevensies and Miss Macready didn't want her looking dirty."
"That still doesn't mean we have to do all the work. Ginny could have helped before she left."
"Ron, it's just for the rest of the day." Harry reminded him, his mind jumping for joy that he no longer had to clean for the rest of the day, "And besides, you just have to tidy up the library."
"Have you seen the library?!"
Before the other two retort, a loud voice drew their attention.
"We're back!"
The three turned to each other, an expression of excitement and curiosity written on their faces. Before they ran out of the room to greet their guests, Hermione reminded her two friends of a very important factor.
"Remember, these people are muggles. They have no idea that magic exists or that we can perform it. Let's keep it that way."
"Yes mother." the two boy chimed before following the bushy haired girl out the room. On their way down, they ran into Ron's younger sister Ginny. She looked up at them excitedly.
"Come on, they're here. I can't wait for you to meet them."
Ginny Weasley was a young and imaginative girl. She, like the rest of her family, had bright red hair and freckles scattered on her face. Her family were also pure bloods, wizard blood without a drop of muggle blood, and she was used to seeing people dressed in robes or people in fine silk. Therefore, it was no surprise that Ginny was shocked to see the Pevensie not only dressed in pants, skirts, and overalls, but also that they didn't look much alike. Well, there were similarities that allowed to tell they were siblings, but other than that, nothing. The oldest had sandy blond hair and blue eyes. The second oldest had wavy black hair and dark brown eyes. The next Pevensie had short black hair, freckles, and stone brown eyes. Lastly, the youngest sibling had short, wavy, auburn hair and bright, innocent filled eyes. She couldn't wait for the other's to meet them.
Five Minutes Earlier
Peter still didn't know what to make of the situation. When their mother had told the four siblings that they would be staying at someone else's house, he was livid. Could she really expect them to be separated until the end of this stupid war? Who knew when it would end. They could be gone for weeks, months, years even. They would be separated from their mother just like they had been with their father. He found that it rested on him now to take care of his siblings. Although, when he found out that they would be staying with four other children, he was quite surprised. Would there even be enough room for eight growing kids? They had met one of the other four when Miss Macready arrived to pick them up. Lucy was the first to speak to the other girl.
"My name's Lucy, what's your name?"
"Ginny. Ginny Weasley." The red head looked up at the other Pevensie children and gasped softly. "Wow. You almost have as many siblings as I do."
"Really? How many do you have?"
"I have six older brothers."
"That's a really big family." Susan whispered to Peter, who chuckled lightly. Then a thought occurred to him.
"Um, Ginny. I thought there was only four other kids staying with the Professor. If you have six brothers, wouldn't that make seven of you?"
"True, but it's not my family staying here. My friend Hermione is and she asked if my brother, her friend Harry, and I if we wanted to spend the summer with her so we said yes." Ginny explained. Peter nodded in confirmation, although, he couldn't help but shake this nagging feeling in the back of his head. The name Hermione brought up something, but he couldn't tell what it was. Little did he know that he was not the only one to have the same feeling.
He watched quietly as his youngest sister chatted away with Ginny. For the looks of it, the two were becoming good friends, real fast.
"So Ginny, what school do you go to?" Lucy asked.
"I'm home schooled actually, but I'll be going to a private school with my brother next year." the red head replied. In all accounts, she was telling the truth. Ginny was home schooled and she would be going to a private school next year. She just didn't tell them that the school was for witches and wizards to hone in on their gifts. Suddenly, the wagon shifted and started to climb up a grassy hill. The five children looked up and there before them was a magnificent sight to behold. The Professor's mansion was positively breath taking. As the horse drawn wagon driven by Miss Macready slowed to a stop, Ginny hopped out of it. "I'll go get the others." she said before running into the mansion, ignoring Miss Macready's warning to slow down.
"Well this isn't so bad," Susan whispered to her family.
"Speak for yourself," Edmund, "That old woman wasn't giving you the evil eye."
For a thirteen year old girl, Hermione knew a lot of things. She was hailed, ok maybe not exactly hailed, as the smartest student in Hogwarts. Being the granddaughter of someone like Professor Diggory Kirk Granger also had it's pegs. However, of all the things Hermione knew, she didn't know where on earth she had heard the name Pevensie from. She knew it sounded familiar, but she just didn't know where. If Harry and Ron knew she was fussing so much over a simple name, they would never let her live it down. As she and her friends gathered at the top of the steps to greet the newest guests at Granger Mansion, her mouth dropped at the sight of the blond boy who lead the other three in.
Peter himself was trying to shut out the little voice in the back of his head that kept bringing up the name Hermione. Honestly, it's just a simple name, what good would that do? He had other matters to attend to. Like trying to get his younger siblings in line. As he followed Miss Macready in, leading his brother and sisters, his eyes scanned the architecture and the build up of the mansion. He was amazed by it all. It was definitely something to stare at. The shining suits of armor, the fine crafted furniture, the clean carpeting that rose up the stares, the four kids standing on top said stairs, the many historical…Wait a tick.
All four siblings turned their attention to the four other guests who stood at the top of the stairs. They were two girls and two boys, just like them. However, it looked as if they were of an modern class from the attire they had on. While the Pevensies wore buttoned shirts, vests, dress pants or skirts, these kids wore jeans, t-shirts, and jackets. The four siblings of course recognized Ginny standing there. One of the boys had raven black hair and emerald green eyes behind a pair of black rimmed glasses. The other boy was obviously Ginny's brother from the matching red hair and freckles. Peter then saw the fourth member, whose mouth was hanging out as her eyes met his. His mouth in turn fell open as he stared at the bushy haired girl. However the thing is, their mouths weren't hanging open to show they thought the other was attractive. It was more of surprise. The surprised expressions soon switched to gritted teethes of anger. Edmund could have sworn he heard a snarl emitting from his usually polite brother while Ron and Harry could practically feel the rage building in their normally (except when it comes to Ron) caring friend. At once the two pointed at one another and roared,
"YOU!" There was a brief moment of silence. Then everything exploded into chaos.
I hope you enjoyed that little part of the story. Please review and tell me if I should continue. If not I'll just delete it. So please review.