* Thanks guys for the reviews and the one flamer, went through and tweaked a bit and added some stuff. i am working without a beta..., So... on with the story*

Knights of the lion and Hogwarts.

A lion's roar and the rush of love that filled the four children as they touch down in the busy street went unnoticed by the other people on the street. They were used to people appearing and disappearing suddenly. At least to most, a pair of twinkling blue eyes noticed when its wool gathering spot was suddenly invaded by people. Who seemed to be content to stay where they were?

The blond young man seemed to lead the group, for he seemed to wear the power of authority like a cloak. His eyes surveyed the area around him like he was assessing the area. The young man, not teen turned back to his companions and started a discussion.

The twinkling blue eyes never left the strange group. Dumbledore gave himself a mental sigh of happiness, he had a new bag of lemon drops and now he had something new to keep his mind off the problem of Voldemort.

Now he had thought the particular word 'discussion' for a reason. Instead of the normal reaction of blaming each other for the mistake and panic, the young man and the dark hair boy next to him had turned to the girls in the group and quietly talked among themselves. Dumbledore had found it a little odd after all, he knew for a fact that the four were indeed lost. He had seen the quick flash of shock on the oldest face just before his features were schooled into polite indifference. The transition was so fast he had almost missed it and he was a master at reading body and face images. The young man should teach lessons, he thought with a chuckle. Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy could learn a thing or two from him. Dumbledore was so lost in thought that he failed to notice a lone goblin enter the ally carrying two swords at his side. But he did notice the menacing Crack! And the terrified screams of his fellow shoppers as they recognized the dark cloaks and bone white masks. His blue eyes hardened at the sight as he pulled his wand made elder wood. It is fifteen inches long and has a thestral tail-hair as a core from his holster. His silver white beard was whipped out behind him like a banner as he sprinted into the fray shooting out hexes and jinxes wherever he could.

Peter looked around the ally with a cool uninterested air or at least he hoped that he could pull off the mask. On the inside he was in a state of panic, he felt as if he was going to face Janis the White Witch again. He could handle being dumped in Narnia because it was his kingdom and he knew every inch of it. He could even handle being dropped off at the same time and place when they left. But he was having a hard time dealing with being in a new place that for all he knew was on another world. His dark chocolate brown eyes searched for the answers in his little sister Lucy's warm chocolate eyes. He was glad to hear that his voice didn't shake as he asked "Lu, Did Aslan say anything about this? He gestured with his whole body that had the elegance from practice. High King Peter the Magnificent, Emperor of the Lone Islands, Lord of Cair Paravel, and Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Lion had to be as graceful along with being strong. Otherwise anyone would think he was unable to work diplomacy and keep peace along with war.

Lucy was about to answer when all the four Pevensie children looked up to see a lone goblin enter the ally. It was the same feeling that all Narnia's gave off. A warm loving feeling, like they are blessed by Aslan. The Youngest Lucy called out to the goblin "Shadow or spirit or whatever you are, if you are from Narnia, I ask you in the name of Aslan, come speak to me. Please. I am Queen Lucy the Valiant" Her words were as quiet as the wind but they had the desired effect. The goblin that had once been hurrying down the street looking down at the ground as he was deep in thought, stopped in surprise and looked to the four children .Sharp words reached the four children's ears.

"What do wizards know of Aslan and the Kings and Queens of Old?" The goblin shuffled forward trying to get a better look at the children who spoke in the old almost forgotten way of Narnia. He made sure that he was still be able to get away from them, if they be a new trick the wizards had come up with.

Susann's eyes green eyes became hard as emeralds, her back straighten in anger. The Ice Queen Susan of the Horn had made her reappearance; she only donned this persona for great insults or times of extreme stress. "What a grave insult you make! Ally of Janis the White Witch. We might have publicly given forgiveness for you kind Dwarf, but that doesn't mean I will not get satisfaction from you as I am Queen Susan of the Horn. I may be known as the gentle queen, but I am still a daughter of eve and have a temper. So I would apologies if I were you!" The ice in Susann's voice made the remaining three children and the goblin shudder.

The Goblin knew at that instant that the woman in front of him spoke true. Not many wizards knew that the goblins true name was dwarf, for they had changed it when they entered this plain with the blessing of Aslan. Only Narnian's called all humans 'Sons of Adam' for males and for females 'Daughters of Eve'. He was about to answer the High Queen when the malicious crack! of Deatheaters popped into the space. Their bone masks swept the ally until they came to rest on the goblin. A spine chilling giggle erupted from one of the hooded figures, "oh look there's our goblin now and some new play toys as well." With that statement the Deatheaters glided forward on silent feet. Torturing all that got in their way. Once the Pevensie children had heard the crazy woman's words they snatched up the goblin and race in a zigzag pattered in the opposite direction.