Title: Lucy Pevensie and the Cursed Wardrobe
Author: phoenix shotgun 47
Rating: T
Summary: Harry Potter/Narnia crossover. Lucy steps into the wardrobe and finds herself at Hogwarts, not Narnia. R/R
Disclaimer: The Chronicles of Narnia and Harry Potter do not belong to me. The belong to other people, who are a lot luckier than me.
A/N: This is just something I wrote for class. My first try at a Harry Potter and Narnia fic. There are a few ALIAS related things through out the story, but not quiet enough to call this a crossover with ALIAS.
Chapter One: Through the Wardrobe
I felt my heartbeat begin to quicken as I stepped back into the darkness. I could hear my brother, Peter, counting loudly.
"48,47,46…" he chanted as I closed the wardrobe door.
I took another step backward, letting the fur coats envelop me. Peter's voice grew fainter as I reached my hand backward to feel for the back of the wardrobe. I quickly recoiled as my hand brushed up against something wet.
I pivoted around and gasped. To my surprise, I saw before me a forest full of tall, gloomy tress. Snow covered everything like a soft blanket. I stepped into this hidden world, the snow crunching underneath my shoes. The sky was dark and I heard howls nearby. I quickly walked away, not wanting to run into the creatures that called this dreadful forest home. The sky was dark and the full moon was bright. I wandered around, following a light trail out of the forest, past a lake, and onto an open field where I came upon a tall pole. Looking up, there a loop at the top, so high that it seemed to be touching the clouds. The falling snow stopped briefly and I could study my surroundings better. I had stepped into what seemed to be a stadium. At each end, there were 3 tall poles.
Suddenly, I heard voices and the rhythmic stamping of feet. I frantically spun around, looking for the way back to the forest. I found that the faint path I had followed was now buried under the snow. I ended up back at the pole and spun around desperately, looking for the wardrobe. The voices grew dangerously close and I held my breath, flattening my self against the pole.
"Hey, I think there's someone over by the goal." I cringed as the voice pierced the silence.
"Potter, go check it out." A man sneered.
Through the light snow, I saw a tall figure wrapped in a dark cloak approach. He had a stick pointed out in front of him.
"Lumos." He muttered so quietly, I could barely hear it against the howling wind. All of a sudden, a spark of light erupted from the end of his stick. I stood absolutely still, sensing the amount of power he possessed.
I saw him stiffen as he approached, perhaps bracing himself for an attack. As he raised the light to my face, his shoulders relaxed. He quickly took in my appearance before shouting back to his companions.
"It's a teenage girl. She looks like a muggle." I noted his British accent.
I finally mustered up some courage and spoke. "What's a… what's a muggle?" My teeth chattered. I had finally noticed the extreme cold and rubbed my frozen arms.
"A muggle is someone who can't perform magic." He said as he took his cloak off and placed it lightly on my shivering shoulders. "Come on."
I silently followed him, studying him. He was tall, with shaggy black hair and vibrant emerald green eyes which were slightly hidden by his glasses. A lightning bolt shaped scar was visible on his forehead.
"Magic?" I stated, remembering his words. "Are you a wizard?" I asked sarcastically.
He glanced at me briefly before he replied. "Yes."
We trudged along in silence the rest of the way to his group. I was too shocked and scared to speak.
"Alright, I want everyone to get back up to the school, now!" The same voice I had heard earlier snapped. About half a dozen boys and girls got on what looked like broomsticks and kicked off, soaring toward the gigantic castle that loomed in the distance.
"And Potter." The man said, turning back to the boy standing at my side. "Take her back up to the school and find Dumbledore. I'll meet you there." He took off and left us, once again in an awkward silence.
"Don't mind him, Professor Snape is always horrible." The boy said turning to me. "I'm Harry by the way. Harry Potter." He extended his hand.
I gladly accepted it and replied. "I'm Lucy Pevensie."
"I know this is a lot to take in," he said, "and that we've just met, but you're going to have to trust me." he sat on the broomstick and held out his hand.
I looked at the broomstick briefly and decided that it was my best option. I took his hand and positioned myself behind him.
"Are you ready?" he asked. I nodded. "Okay, hold on tight." The broom gave a sudden lurch and I found myself suspended high about the ground. My heart skipped a beat as I glanced around at the scenery below me. I felt a rush of adrenaline pound through my veins. The wind whipped my hair back wildly. It was a short ride to the castle and we landed in a small courtyard at the bottom of a set of steps.
"Follow me." he shouted over his shoulder as he ran up the steps. I caught up with he and we stopped at a door. "Earwax." He muttered and the door opened to reveal more stairs.
After another long trip up a seemingly endless flight of stairs, we reached yet another door. Without knocking, Harry pushed it open and stepped inside, gesturing for me to follow. I took a tentative step forward, glancing around. It was an oval shaped office, filled with a large variety of contraptions and gadgets that I found unrecognizable. At the far end of the brightly lit room was a desk and sitting at that desk was a man. He was old with white hair and a long beard that almost reached the floor. A pair of half moon glasses rested on his slightly crooked nose. He had soft blue eyes, which seemed to probe deep within me looking for an answer to a question I wasn't even told. His eyes lingered on mine for a moment before he spoke.
"Harry, I assume you didn't have go through with detention after all." He said quietly.
"No Professor. We were getting ready to head into the forest when we found her." Harry replied.
"Lucy Pevensie." I said, extending my hand.
"Professor Albus Dumbledore. Ah, so you are a Pevensie." He said. "I believe you have 3 siblings, 1 sister and 2 brothers."
"Yes… I do. But… how did you know?" I gasped marveled by these people's vast knowledge.
"Before I explain things to you, I need to know how you got here." He replied adjusting his glasses.
I sat down in the chair in front of him and explained how I had stumbled upon this strange new world. As my story neared an end, he was shaking his head in understanding.
"Everything is making sense now." He mumbled, rising. "You see, the house you are staying at used to be the old headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. We used that wardrobe for quick transportation from the headquarters to the school."
My mind raced as I sorted through my many questions before finally choosing one. "So… how do I get back?"
"It's quiet simple actually. You just have to find the wardrobe again. We had it cursed so that every time it was used, the one in the school would move to a new location. There was a specific pattern to where it relocated itself." He paused and frowned slightly. "Unfortunately, when Voldemort nearly died, the Order had to completely disappear. His followers were angry and wanted revenge. All of our meeting places were hidden, many were destroyed. I presume that amidst all the chaos, no one ever got rid of the wardrobe. That also means that no one kept track of the it's movements."
"So, you're saying that it could be anywhere at all." I replied.
"Anywhere within the borders of the school." Dumbledore replied gloomily.
"So… I have no way to get home." I whispered, my voice shaking.
"Not until we find the other wardrobe." He looked over at me. "You should get some sleep. It's been a long night for you."
Harry got up to leave but I stopped him. "Wait… what is this Order doing? Who is Voldemort? Can you really do magic… there's so much I don't understand."
Dumbledore sighed and sank back into his seat. "Lord Voldemort is the most evil wizard of this century." He glanced briefly at Harry who had returned to his seat. "The Order was committed to stopping him and his followers from harming other witches, wizards, and muggles." He paused again and Harry nodded gloomily. "Harry was the one who finally put an end to Voldemort's reign. Voldemort tried to kill him, but the curse backfired and Voldemort almost died." He continued to explain what had happened to Harry since Voldemort had began to regain power. I was so caught up in the story that I didn't hear the door creak open or the silent footsteps that echoed on the floor behind me. I wasn't aware of another presence in the room until a familiar sneer boomed behind me.
"Dumbledore, I see you have taken the liberty of telling her the story."
"Yes. I hope you don't have any problems with that." he replied.
"You know where I stand on this. The more who know, the more chances He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named will have to breach our inner circle, to infiltrate the Order." Snape said coldly, his greasy black hair shining in the candlelight.
"We can worry about that later. Our first priority is to find the wardrobe again and get Lucy home." He turned to Harry. "Harry please take her to Gryffindor common room with you. Have Herminone get a bed for her. Send Professor McGonagall up here as well. Tell her we're having an emergency meeting.
Harry nodded and made his way toward the door. I could see that he wanted to know what they were going to plan but yet he refrained from asking. I, on the other hand, wanted answers.
"Wait a minute. I want to know more. Can you really perform magic? What is Gryffindor? Where am I…" Dumbledore cut me off before I could continue.
"I know you must have a million questions but…"
"A million questions? I wish I only had a million questions!" I shouted.
"And you will get some answers." Dumbledore said kindly. "But we need to figure out how we are going to search the school before we get to anything else."
I knew that there was some other hidden reason. I took a deep breath and marched out, not letting my anger overpower me. Harry was waiting at the door and I absentmindedly followed him, fuming. I looked up when we reached a painting of a fat lady.
"Balderdash." Harry said. The painting nodded and moved aside. We climbed through the opening and entered what I deduced was the Gryffindor common room. There were two figures sitting by the fire. They jumped up as we walked into the room.
"Harry! Where have you been? We were so worried." A girl said coming up and hugging him.
"Yeah. I didn't see what happened to you after Snape sent us off." The red haired boy said. "Lucky we got out of detention though!" Their eyes finally rested on me after the enthusiastic greetings.
"Ron, Hermione, this is Lucy Pevensie." Harry said.
"The girl that was on the Quidditch field? No way." Ron said staring at me. "What are you doing here?"
"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione scolded. "Don't be so rude. I'm Hermione Granger." She said turning to me.
"Dumbledore wants you to get a bed for her Hermione." Harry said.
"Ofcourse. Here follow me." she said happily as she took my hand and led me up yet another flight of twisting stairs. She pushed open a wooden door and I found myself in a room with 5 four-poster beds. "I hope this will do. The other girls just left for Christmas Break so the school is practically deserted. You can have this bed." She said patting the bed that had some freshly laid clothes on them. "It looks like the house elves sent some clothes up. You can change into some pajamas. I'll be right back." She said and politely left the room. I quickly changed into my pajamas and slowly opened the door. I could hear the 3 friends talking quietly in the room below. I slowly tiptoed down the steps.
"Are you sure we can trust her. I mean she could be a Death Eater for all we know." Ron whispered as he paced around the room.
"I'm not entirely sure either Ron. But Dumbledore trusts her… so that's going to have to be enough." Harry replied.
"But Dumbledore also trusts Snape and he could be working with You-Know-Who." Ron said.
"Look, she seems like a nice girl." Hermione said. "The way you described her, she seems to know anything about the magic world."
"True… but you never know." Ron muttered. "She could just be a really good actress."
"Guys, this is ridiculous. I know a lot has happened and that we have to be careful like Harry said, but Dumbledore trusts her so that will have to do." Hermione snapped.
"You know Hermione, you really surprise me. I would have thought that you of all people would be warning us to be careful." Ron snickered. "She could very well be listening in on our conversation."
I quickly retreated to the room and closed the door. I breathed in a sigh of relief when I heard no footsteps coming up the stairs. I slipped into bed and stared up at the ceiling until I slowly drifted off to sleep.