I've read a lot of Narnian fanfics the past weeks, and wanted to write one of my own.

This story isn't exactly going to stick to the original story.

Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer : I don't own Chronicles of Narnia.

Mrs. Pevensie walked through the station, dodging people and keeping a look out for her children. She was overjoyed - her children were allowed to come home, as the worst of the Blitz was over, after nearly a year in the country. She couldn't wait to see them again.

Mrs. Pevensie stopped when she reached the platform her children's train was due to stop at. The train wasn't there yet, so she walked of to the side so as to avoid the large crowds.

Peter Pevensie sat on the cushioned bench near the window, looking out at the passing countryside, falling asleep to the swaying of the train. He shook himself and looked at his watch, realising that they would be arriving at the station soon.

He looked around the compartment, seeing his siblings doing a variety of things. Lucy was leaning against his legs, sitting on the floor, playing chess against Edmund, who sat opposite her on the floor. Susan had her legs up on the bench opposite him, and was leaning against the window, reading a book she had found at the professors the day before. They were all straight-backed, with their shoulders straight and chin up, but they all looked comfortable. Peter couldn't help the smile at the positions they had often been found in by the maids back home, all four of them sitting in one of their rooms, or the library or even one of their offices after a hard day at work.

Only, they weren't at home, they were on a train to London. Far away from home.

Mrs. Pevensie couldn't stop the excited grin that spread across her face as the train pulled into the station. She pushed her way through the crowds as adults and children alike came off the train.

She paused as she saw her oldest, Peter step of the train, before rushing towards them. When she was close, and Peter still hadn't noticed her, she frowned. Mrs. Pevensie watched as Lucy stepped up to the door next, and she was surprised when Peter offered her his hand, and Lucy accepted, before Mrs. Pevensie smiled at how grown-up Peter was acting.

Edmund hopped of the train next, and stepped to the side, and offered his own hand to Susan when she appeared at the door. Mrs. Pevensie was even more surprised at that, but shook it off as Edmund finally learning some manners.

As she walked towards them, she noticed how they held themselves - they didn't look like young children coming back to a war-torn country, or even scared, but Peter and Edmund did seem to stay close to their sisters.

"Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy!" She shouted, so she could be heard over the noise of the station.

They all snapped their heads to her, and she ignored their confused looks as she went to hug them.

Edmund grabbed hold of his brothers left hand, the other being held by Lucy, as the person they vaguely remembered as their Mother came up to them. He felt Susan grab his other hand, and squeezed it slightly as their Mother hugged Lucy tightly. He had to tug on Peters hand to stop him from grabbing the woman and ripping her off their little sister, even though he wanted to do so as well. She let go of Lucy after a couple of minutes, and moved to hug Peter. She held on to him for a little bit longer, before moving onto Edmund.

This time Lucy had to tug on Peters hand to stop him ripping the woman off of Edmund. She smiled slightly when she heard the low growl come from his chest.

Mrs. Pevensie moved onto Susan next, and Peter had to stop Edmund from attacking their Mother.

The woman stepped back after letting go of Susan to get a good look at her children.

Peter had filled out, with broader shoulders, and now a few inches taller than herself. He had muscles, and Mrs. Pevensie guessed they were from helping out around the Professors house. His hair was a lighter blond then before and went down to his chin. His skin was lightly tanned, and his blue eyes pierced through her and she noticed he tightened his grip on his siblings hands.

Susan had grown even more beautiful in her time away. Her skin was also lightly tanned, and her brown hair now fell to her mid-back in beautiful waves. She was taller than when she left by a few inches. Her light brown eyes were gentle, but slightly suspicious as she looked at her Mother.

Edmund had grown the most. His dark brown hair in curls to his ears. He also had a tan, and his chocolate-brown eyes were wise, but also suspicious. He had grown inches as well, and now came up to Peter's shoulders. He had also filled out slightly, but was leaner then his brother.

Lucy had changed the most. She hadn't grown as much as her siblings, but had still grown a few inches. She now reached Peters mid-torso. Her hair was dark blond and had streaks of golden in it. It fell in tight curls to her shoulders, and the front of it was pinned back. Her grey-blue eyes were older then her age, and were guarded as she looked at her Mother.

Mrs. Pevensie couldn't help but feel slightly sad as she looked at her children, so different then when she sent them off last year. They didn't seem like her children anymore. She smiled at them anyway, and watched as they smiled back, though tentatively, and turned to grab their bags.

Peter growled lowly as they followed the woman they would have to call Mother out of the train station, and tugged Ed closer to him. Lucy was already burrowed into his side, and Susan was on the other side of her, holding her other hand and walking closer and closer the more crowded the streets became. Their Mother was carrying two of their cases, and Edmund was carrying one as was Susan. Lucy and Peter each had a bag slung over their shoulders.

Mrs. Pevensie glanced behind her at her children, and frowned at how close they seemed. Lucy was practically glued to Peters side, and she could see how her oldest would tug Edmund back closer to him when her youngest son would wander a bit, but she was surprised when Ed just shook his head a bit and smiled. Susan was inching closer and closer to Lucy with every step they took. She shook it off, thinking it as being on a crowded street again.

She led them through the streets, and only stopped when they reached their house.

"We're home!" She announced to her children. She spun around to face them as she said it, and did not miss the depressed looks on their faces as she said the word home.

What she didn't realise, was that they were far from home.