This is a story where Lucy Pevensie is Harry Potter's paternal grandmother. Harry doesn't know about Narnia, or even that his Transfiguration professor is his great-aunt Susan Pevensie. This is a Harry Potter/Chronicles of Narnia crossover. It's kind of another Susan-dealing-with-the-death-of-her-sister fic, but still. I WOULD LIKE TO REITERATE THAT THIS STORY HAS NO PJO. SUSAN IS MCGONAGALL, NOT ANNABETH. THIS STORY IS OF NO RELATION TO Wait, WHAT?!.

Chapter 1:

Lucy Pevensie-Potter POV

"James, is that you, love?" Lucy Potter called out to her only child, and beloved son. Most people thought that young James was the spitting image of his dark-haired father. Lucy and her siblings knew better. Even at 8, James Potter had much of his mother and her family in him. He had Peter's loyalty and leadership, Susan's gentle personality, Edmund's bluntness, and Lucy's own free spirit. He had grown up hearing stories about Narnia from his mother and her siblings, though he had no idea that the stories were true.

"Yes Mummy. I smelled food." Lucy stifled a giggle. He truly was a Pevensie by blood. Everyone knew that Edmund and Peter could smell food a mile off, and be there within seconds. As she set the plate of food in front of her son, she remembered what she had to tell him.

"James, after you finish your lunch, we're going to visit Uncle Peter. Okay?"

"Will Uncle Edmund and Aunt Susan be there too?" James asked.

"Not Ed. He's still on his trip, and Su is rather busy teaching. But Nadia, Katherine, and Robert will be there for sure."

"Yay!" Nadia and Robert (aged 7 and 10 respectively) were Peter's children, and Katherine (age 9) was Edmund's daughter. Susan and her husband, Owen McGonagall had no children. Since Susan taught at Hogwarts, and Owen worked at the Ministry, their kids would be left with an aunt or uncle for hours (and occasionally days) at a time, and neither wanted that. A small cough broke through her thoughts. She frowned as she felt her son's forehead.

"Do you still have that cough?" James hung his head. "James!"

"I'm sorry Mummy. But I really wanted to see Nadia and Robby and Rinie! It's been almost a month since we've seen them." Lucy sighed.

"I know love. But you have to realize that if you're contagious and we go over to Peter's, you could infect the others. You don't want that, do you?"

"No Mummy." Lucy nodded, and stood up.

"I'm going to phone Peter and tell him we can't come over. You go up to bed and rest. I'll be up there in a minute."

"Okay Mummy."

Neither knew that that would have been James's last chance to see his uncle, aunts, and cousins. Two weeks later, the train crash happened. Lucy had been over at Peter's for the day, baking a cake for her son's birthday. On the way back, with her brothers, sisters-in-law, and nephews and niece coming with her as a surprise, the train got derailed accidentally. There were no survivors.

Yes I know you all hate me for killing a bunch of children, but if their parents died, where would they go? I already explained Susan's predicament, and I really don't think James's father could raise four children by himself. Besides, this isn't a one shot. I will publish the other chapters quickly (like in maybe ten minutes).

Also, I know you're probably confused. Wouldn't Lucy be considered a Muggle, and therefore the fact that the Potters are a pureblood family impossible? Well, I am totally disregarding the fact that the Pevensies' go to different boarding schools. In this fic, the Pevensie's are another Wizarding family, that (rather obviously) died out almost completely in a train crash. Peter was a Gryffindor and an Auror, Susan was also a Gryffindor, but spent her time with the Ravenclaws, and became a Healer at first, but switched to being a teacher, Edmund was a Slytherin, but (like Andromeda Tonks) wasn't evil or neurotic, and Lucy was a Hufflepuff. Okay, this AN has gone on long enough. Please read next chapters.

Thanks,

Swanglade37