So this idea just randomly came to me, so let's see what comes from it. I don't plan for it to be a romance, but if you want to pair her with someone, review and I'll consider it :)

Disclaimer: Psh, I'd be freaking rich if I owned either of these series. So no, of course not.

Caspian stared at the ice that was forming as the hag spoke. He was so, so sorely tempted to give in. Nikabrik had said she, the White Witch, would be able to help him defeat Miraz and avenge his father's death, the one thing Caspian wanted more than anything else. He was hesitant though, how could he know she'd be on his side? He looked down at his bloody hand, the blood ready to release the Witch. He stared at the murky ice, beginning to see the outline of a woman in it. He couldn't see the details, but could tell she was shorter than the legends said, but then again, the kings and queens of old were much younger than the legend led him to think. He was also confused that the figure did not seem to be wearing a dress.

He winced. The kings and queens. They might come by any moment and try to stop him. Surely they would not allow him to call upon what legends say was their worst enemy. He had to decide fast, before they came, if he truly wished to release the Witch or not. His father would be disappointed in him if his death went unavenged. And if Miraz were to die, the Telmarine throne would be his to take again. The throne his father held before him. His birthright.

Suddenly there was a commotion behind Caspian. He turned and saw Trumpkin running in with the kings and queens closely behind. They began attacking Nikabrik and Nikabrik's companions. The hag and the werewolf went down quickly. Nikabrik got Lucy, but then Trumpkin killed him. Caspian saw Peter running to attack him and knew it was now or never. Peter wasn't going to keep him from being able to avenge his father again. Caspian ran to the ice and placed his bloody hand on it. The entire room fell silent in nervous anticipation. Edmund and Peter held their swords aloft and Susan had an arrow ready to shoot the moment she caught sight of the witch. Even Lucy had a dagger out, ready to fight.

Hermione was in her absolute favorite place: the library. In class, they had been talking about centaurs, such as the ones in the Forbidden Forest, and had to write an essay on it. Ron of course was planning on procrastinating to the very last second, but she was able to drag Harry to the library with her.

"Hermione, look at this! Not only is it talking about the magical creatures in our world, but others too! According to this, dryads and fauns, dwarves, and talking animals and other stuff like that are real too," Harry said.

"Don't be ridiculous. There are no such things," Hermione said.

Suddenly Harry burst out laughing. "What is it?" Hermione snapped.

"So this book categorizes creatures in different categories. And humans are under 'mythical

"Perhaps this book is some sort of joke book, Harry. Go find a book with more accurate information," Hermione said.

She looked at the books around it which were by the same author and was intrigued by one entitled: Man is Not a Myth After All. She opened it and saw a picture of two kings and two queens, all seemingly human.

Suddenly Hermione felt a chill. The room's temperature dropped significantly and there was ice forming everywhere.

"What? What's going on?" she called.

"Hermione? What are you talking about?" Harry asked.

She saw icicles forming on the bookcases.

"Don't you see the ice?" she said, scared. Harry looked around wildly and shook his head.

"Hermione? Are you alright?"

The ice became thicker, coming closer and closer to her. She pulled out her want and tried casting fire. The fire touched the ice and fizzled out.

Harry looked at her. "What are you doing?"

Hermione tried a few other spells, but nothing worked against the ice. She began panicking. She had never read up on anything like this before. She wasn't used to her knowledge failing her. She couldn't even see Harry anymore because the ice had formed a wall between them.

Soon she was completely enveloped in the ice. She had just barely enough room to breathe. She no longer saw the outline of bookcases, but rather creatures moving around outside. She pounded on the ice, trying to break up, but to no avail. Suddenly, one of the figures seemed to be moving towards her. Suddenly the ice all turned red and shattered and she could clearly see the people in front of her.

The ice turned red and shattered, revealing a teenager. She was dressed in a pink shirt and pants, which the Pevensies found rather odd for a female. Either way though, she was definitely NOT the White Witch. His siblings were all also looking agape at the girl.

Everyone else who did not know the White Witch were confused. They had pictured the White Witch very differently. She didn't even look like a normal Narnian female.

"Um… are you the White Witch?" Caspian asked confused, with a small bow.

"Huh? What's going on? Where am I?"

Susan came to her senses first. "You are in Narnia. And do you mind if we ask who you are?"

The other Narnians all turned towards her, slowly realizing that the girl Caspian freed from the ice was not the White Witch.

"My name is Hermione Granger. Where in the world is Narnia? I've never read of such a place. How did I get here?"