A King Among Wizards
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the Chronicles of Narnia, They belong to their respective authors, both of whom I greatly respect and admire.
A/N: This story is a fusion of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe and Harry Potter, I had to change some of the things about the story because I was going from four main characters to one, so that is why some of it is a little off.
Love it? Hate it? Let me know. I want to know if I should continue this story or not.
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Prologue
Draco Malfoy looked cautiously behind him. He was on summer break between his fifth and sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His father had managed to bribe his way out of being sent to Azkaban. That meant that Draco was trapped at home with his father for three months. The war was getting worse. More muggles and muggleborn were dying. Murders were happening every day; people were helpless to stop it. It wasn't safe anywhere. Voldemort was steadily gaining strength and followers. Now, Lucious Malfoy was eager to get his only son and heir to follow the dark lord too.
Draco refused.
His father had been mad at his son's reluctance to accept the Dark Mark. Draco hadn't outright told his father that he didn't want to join Voldemort, if he had he wouldn't be alive now. None the less, he acted reluctant around his father, claiming feelings of inadequacy, youth, and inexperience. As a result, the beatings that Draco had suffered his entire life at the hands of his father went from being painful to life threatening.
Draco tried to be as quiet as humanly possible. Not only had he managed to anger his father again, but his father was hosting a meeting of Death Eaters at the Malfoy Mansion and had vowed to make his son an example after Draco had disobeyed his father in their presence.
Draco froze, terrified when he heard a floorboard creak behind him. Turning around cautiously, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was only one of the many house elves.
"DRACO! GET DOWN HERE! I'LL TEACH YOU TO DISRESPECT ME IN FRONT OF THEM!" Lucious voice screamed through the echoing halls of the enormous mansion.
Draco stiffened. He had to find somewhere to hide and fast. He entered the first unlocked door he found. Slamming and locking the door behind him, Draco tried to calm his erratic breathing. He was sure his father was going to kill him this time. Draco broke himself out of his stupor; a locked door wasn't going stop his father. Frantically looking around, Draco came to a terrifying realization.
The room was empty!
The only thing that stood in the room was a large wardrobe that stood against the far wall. It was magnificent, made of red apple wood, intricate patterns covering the front of it. His father had acquired it recently, inheriting it from an old, eccentric professor who had been a friend of his father. It was odd because the old man had been a muggle. His father despised muggles. Yet somehow, he had been close enough friends with the professor to have inherited this. Draco didn't understand it. Unfortunately this was the only place to hide.
Cautiously, Draco approached the wardrobe. He could feel a strange power emanating from the wardrobe, it was calling to him, drawing him closer. He reached out his hand slowly toward the handle that bore the shape of a lion's head. Opening the door a crack, he peeked inside. There seemed to be a strange light coming from the back of the wardrobe.
CRASH!
"DRACO!" Lucious cried through the halls. He was getting closer.
With one final backward glance, Draco stepped into the wardrobe.
Chapter 1
Draco knelt in the wardrobe, hugging his knees in the hope to stop them from shaking. He could hear his father getting closer. It was only a matter of time before he was discovered. Creeping back farther in the wardrobe as he heard another crash that undoubtedly came from his father, Draco was surprised at how large the wardrobe was.
Old fur coats hung around him, smelling suspiciously of moth balls. He felt behind him for the back wall of the wardrobe. He felt nothing but more fur coats. Draco kept moving farther back, the voice of his father becoming fainter as he did.
"Ouch!" exclaimed Draco, poking his finger on something sharp. Looking behind him, he noticed a tree branch. "Odd."
No longer worried about his father finding him, Draco began forcing his way through. The coats gave way to tree branches, which after a bit of jostling, gave way to an empty clearing in the middle of a forest.
Pine trees stood all around him, everything was blanketed in snow. It was silent except for the rustle of the branches in the light breeze. A feeling of being profoundly alone crept over Draco. He wrapped his arms around himself, but whether from the cold, or the loneliness, he didn't know.
"Where am I?" whispered Draco in wonder. He glanced back from where he had come from. He stared at it for a very long time. His eyes filled fear and resentment, suddenly changing after several minutes, filling with anger and determination. "I don't care where I am, as long as I don't ever have to go back."
With that, he turned toward the clearing and strode confidently away from his past.
He didn't know how long or how far he had wandered aimlessly. All he knew was that he was cold, very cold. He hadn't been able to stop shaking for a while. His teeth chattered and could no longer feel his fingers or toes.
The endless trees gave way to what seemed to be a small clearing, in the center of which stood an old lamppost. The flame inside of it flickered brightly giving the area a small feeling of warmth.
"If there's a lamppost, there must be people around," muttered Draco. "Maybe if I stay here, someone will come along."
With that, Draco sat down in the snow, leaning against the lamppost. He could feel exhaustion creeping up on him, pulling at his eyelids. The cold was about to claim him, his shivering had almost stopped completely.
"Oh my, what do we have here?" a worried voice floated through the calm winter air. Draco didn't recognize the voice, but it sounded pleasant. He couldn't seem to gather the energy to open his eyes and look at the owner of the voice. "Oh, you poor thing. Let me take you home and get you warmed up."
Draco could feel himself being lifted up by a pair of strong yet oddly furry arms. A brief wave of vertigo washed over him and soon he knew nothing but darkness.
The first thing that he was aware of was the sound of someone humming. The darkness slowly receded and he found that he was no longer cold. In fact he felt quite warm. He was lying in a bed. He couldn't seem to remember how he got there. Opening his eyes he found himself in a room that was filled with the warm orange glow of firelight.
The deep humming drifted to him again. Blinking he became aware of another presence in the room with him. It was a faun. He stared at it with still blurry eyes. Even among wizards fauns were simply myths, but now he somehow found himself in the company of one.
"Oh, you're awake I see," the faun said. "I wasn't sure you were going to make it. You were near froze to death when I found you. Would you like some tea?"
"Yes," replied Draco his eyes never leaving the faun. The faun left the room briefly returning seconds later with a tray in his hands that held two tea cups.
Draco tried to sit up but found himself weak and stiff. The faun quickly place the tray down on the table and rushed over to help him sit up, placing several pillows behind him.
"Thank you," replied Draco, still staring at the faun. The faun just smiled and nodded before returning to the tray containing the tea. He picked up a cup and walked back over to Draco handing the bedridden boy a cup. Accepting the cup, the faun smiled at Draco again, then went to retrieve his own tea. When both were settled with tea, Draco in the bed, the faun by the fire, the faun looked at Draco.
"It's curious, trying to figure out exactly what you are," the faun said quietly. "You don't look like a fairy, but you don't have the ears of an elf. You're too big to be a dwarf, I must say, I don't think I've every seen a creature quite like you. What exactly are you?"
Draco looked at the faun with a very confused look on his face. "I'm human. You've never come across a human before? How is that?"
"Human?" the faun replied in surprise. "You mean, you're a son of Adam?"
"My father's name isn't Adam," replied Draco, thoroughly confused.
"It doesn't matter what your fathers name is, but you are, in fact, human?" insisted the faun.
"Yes, that's what I said," replied Draco. He had decided that fauns were very peculiar creatures and it was perhaps better that he had never encountered one before. "Why? How is it that you don't know what a human is?"
"It's just that we don't get many humans in this part," replied the faun, staring at Draco in wonder.
"Where exactly am I?" asked Draco.
"Oh, I'm very sorry, you're in my house on the very northernmost edge of Narnia," replied the faun. "And how terribly rude of me, my name is Mr. Tomnus."
"Draco Malfoy," Draco replied curtly, trying to remember if he'd ever heard of a Narnia before. "What is Narnia?"
"You don't know of Narnia?" asked Mr. Tomnus in disbelief. "My dear child, you are in Narnia. It used to be the greatest kingdom anywhere; that is until the White Witch took over. Ever since she became queen, Narnia has been locked in an eternal winter."
Draco sipped at his tea deep in thought. He had never heard of Narnia, but if he hadn't then that probably meant that his father hadn't either. Maybe he was safe here.
"Why were you out in the snow all alone?" Mr. Tomnus asked, breaking the silence that had settled between them.
"I lost my way," Draco replied taking another sip of his tea.
"Then I should help you find your way back. If the White Witch finds out that you're here, then your life could be in danger. The White Witch doesn't like humans. Besides, your family must be worried, you should go back to them," said Mr. Tomnus.
"NO!" Draco cried. Seeing Mr. Tomnus's startled reaction to his outburst, he became embarrassed. "If you don't mind, I'd prefer to remain lost."
Mr. Tomnus didn't say anything. He stared at Draco for a while, glancing briefly at the bruises that covered the pale boy's arms. Understanding crept into his eyes and he nodded.
Draco stayed in bed the rest of that day and through the night. The next day he was able to get out of bed and help Mr. Tomnus with the dishes.
A loud banging sounded at the door, accompanying it was the growls of what sounded like wolves.
"Secret police, open up!" called a gruff voice through the door. "We heard that you were seen carrying a son of Adam. You know it's illegal to associate with humans, now open up!"
Mr. Tomnus became very pale. He grabbed Draco by the arm and dragged him to a small hole in the wall. He shoved Draco into the hole.
"No matter what happens, don't leave from this spot until they leave," Mr. Tomnus begged. He then moved a large basket over top of Draco, closed the door, and moved a large dresser in front of it. "No matter what."
Just then a loud crash echoed through the fauns home as the door was broken down.
Chapter 2
It had been silent for a while now. Draco shuddered as he remembered he sounds of the door breaking down. Growls had filled the small space. He had heard the secret police taunt and threaten Mr. Tomnus. They had then attacked the faun, carrying him off screaming. The sounds of them tearing the house apart still rang in his ears. Flashbacks to raids his father had dragged him on ran through his head. But as asked, he did nothing. He wasn't sure he could have done anything. The secret police had mentioned that when they found Draco, they were going to kill him.
"Why did I ever think I'd be safe anywhere?" Draco muttered to himself. Bringing his knees up to his chest, silent tears streamed down his face. He sat like that for a very long time.
Finally, he decided that sitting there was going to do nothing. Sitting up, he felt his way through the total darkness to the small door. Pushing on it, he found that it wouldn't budge. He pushed on it harder, but it still wouldn't move. After ramming his shoulder against it for what seemed like an hour, the door finally opened enough for him to squeeze through.
Stepping out of that small cupboard, he saw for the first time the damage. Broken dishes littered the floor everywhere. Broken furniture lay scattered, everything was destroyed. On one wall, a piece of paper was attached with a knife.
Reading it briefly, it said that Mr. Tomnus had been taken by the secret police on orders of the White Witch for associating with humans.
Draco didn't know what to think. He had never been someplace where it was illegal to just be human. But then he wasn't surprised, his father killed people on a regular basis just because they didn't possess magic.
Suddenly Draco was scared. These people would kill him if they found him. He didn't even know where he was.
Draco cautiously stepped through the broken door out into the snow. He wasn't sure if the secret police were still around or not. There seemed to be nothing but rocks and trees.
"Pssst," came a sound.
Draco looked around for its origin, but saw nothing but a single bird perched in the tree.
"Pssst," the bird said again.
Draco's eyes opened wide. He stepped closer, staring at the bird in astonishment. A sudden rustling in the bushes caused Draco to jump. His wide eyes stared in fear at the moving bush, praying that it wasn't the secret police coming back to retrieve him.
A beaver stepped out of the bush. Draco released the breath he had been holding.
"Only a beaver," he whispered.
The beaver slowly approached him. Draco curiously watched it as it came closer.
"You're the son of Adam then?" it asked.
Draco's eyes widened and he stepped back in shock only to trip on a root buried in the snow and to land flat on his butt.
"Well then, we should get going," the beaver said, turning back the direction it had come from.
"Going! Go where? How is it you can talk?" cried Draco staring in shock at the creature.
"Boy, you're in Narnia, all the creatures can talk, and as to where we are going, we're going to my house. It's not safe here, the White Witches forces may return. She has spy's everywhere. Even the trees are on her side," the beaver replied. It turned once again and headed off into the woods.
Draco, recovering from his shock, got up and began to follow it.
They walked for what seemed like hours. Soon Draco was freezing once again. Why couldn't he ever seem to remember to grab a coat?
"Why does the White Witch want to kill humans, Beaver?" asked Draco.
"Not here," Beaver replied. "When we get to my home, I'll explain everything."
They reached the top of a ridge and looked down into a small valley where there stood a small pile of logs that seemed to have light coming out of it.
"There she is, home sweet home," Beaver said. He turned and looked at Draco briefly. "Boy, you're turning blue, hurry up now, we'll get you warmed up soon enough."
Draco nodded, unable to say anything for his teeth were chattering too much. By the time they descended into the valley it was almost dark.
As they approached Beavers home, another beaver stepped out to meet them.
"Beaver, why didn't you tell me were having company? I could have done my hair. Now I look a mess," Mrs. Beaver said, somewhat flustered by the unexpected guest.
"You always look lovely dear," Mr. Beaver said. "But now's not the time, the boy is half froze."
"You're right, come in, come in," Mrs. Beaver said, ushering Draco inside.
Draco quickly obliged, immediately walking over to sit by the fire.
"Oh my," whispered Mrs. Beaver from the doorway where she stood with Mr. Beaver. "The prophecy is finally being fulfilled. We do have hope after all. I never thought I'd live to see this day."
After Draco had turned a few shades less blue, Mrs. Beaver had him sit down at the table, offering him a cup of tea and some food.
"Could you tell me what's going on?" asked Draco. "Why does the White Witch want to kill me?"
"Because of a prophecy made a very long time ago. The prophecy says that when Narnia is covered in white, a son of Adam will return to sit on the golden throne and free Narnia from an eternal winter. The White Witch has kept Narnia locked in winter for over a hundred years. And I heard that Aslan himself is on the move," said Mr. Beaver.
"Who's Aslan? What does this all have to do with me?" asked Draco putting down his cup.
"Aslan is the great lion, the high king of Narnia, and you are the one mentioned in the prophecy. You're the one who will battle the White Witch and free all of Narnia," said Mrs. Beaver.
"Me? No way, prophecies and saving the world are for people like Potter, not me. I'm nobody," replied Draco. "How can you be certain it's me anyway? It could be talking about anyone."
"Oh, it's talking about you alright. There hasn't been a son of Adam in Narnia for hundreds of years. You're the first," said Mr. Beaver staring into Draco's eyes.
"Sorry, find someone else," said Draco, hanging his head. "I went from one war straight into another, I can't do it."
"The world you come from is pretty bad isn't it?" asked Mrs. Beaver, compassion filling her eyes as she looked at the boy.
"You have no idea how bad it is," whispered Draco.
"Well child, it'd be best if you got some sleep," Mrs. Beaver said. "We'll speak again in the morning."
"Alright," Draco said. He laid down on the pile of blankets that Mrs. Beaver had placed by the fire and was soon fast asleep.
BANG!
Draco jerked awake as a loud pounding echoed from all the walls of the Beaver's house. Mr. and Mrs. Beaver came running into the room.
"They've found us," Mr. Beaver whispered in horror. "How could they have known you were here?"
"I don't know," replied Draco.
"We must get out of here," Mrs. Beaver pleaded.
"We'll take the tunnels," Mr. Beaver said. "This way."
Draco followed the Beaver's to a small opening at the back of the small house. Mr. Beaver ushered Mrs. Beaver and Draco inside.
"Hurry, follow the tunnels, it'll lead us to Badgers," Mr. Beaver said, pulling the door to the tunnel closed behind them.
Draco had to crawl through the tunnels since they were so short. He didn't know how long he had been crawling, but his knees were beginning to hurt and he was having a hard time finding his way in the darkness.
"We're almost there," whispered Mr. Beaver. A sudden noise in the tunnels behind them caused the three to stop. "They're in the tunnels. Hurry!"
They took off running, or in Draco's case crawling, as fast as they could. Finally they reached the exit. Mr. Beaver, Mrs. Beaver, and Draco pulled themselves out into the snow. Draco helped Mr. Beaver pull a barrel over the entrance to the tunnel.
Turning around, Draco saw a small village, but in it were a wide range of stone statues of different animals.
"Oh no," Mr. Beaver said, placing a hand over his mouth in shock. "Badger," he said, walking toward a statue of a badger.
"I'm so sorry dear," Mrs. Beaver said, placing a sympathetic hand on Mr. Beavers shoulder.
"I don't understand, what's going on?" asked Draco, confused.
"It's the White Witch, it's her evil magic. She turns everyone who stands against her to stone," spat Mr. Beaver angrily. "That's why you being here is so important. You must stop her, it's our only hope."
"I'm sorry, I don't think I can," replied Draco.
The bush behind them moved. All three turned to stare at the intruder. A fox climbed out of the bushes.
"I'm too late," the fox said.
"Fox what are you doing here?" Mr. Beaver asked the newcomer.
"I've been sent by Aslan," Fox said. "Yes, I've met him. He's on the move. He has sent me to gather an army. He's set up base at the Stone Table."
Fox then looked up and saw Draco standing there. His eyes widened, then he bowed low.
"Your Majesty," Fox said. "It is an honor to finally meet you."
Draco stared at Fox with an unreadable expression on his face. "Don't bow to me. I'm not worthy to have anyone bow to me."
The barrel burst apart at that moment, and a group of wolves came and surrounded the group.
"Give up the human," growled the lead wolf.
"Never," cried Mr. Beaver.
"Give up the human or you'll all die," demanded the wolf again.
"I'll die defending my king," Mr. Beaver said defiantly, stepping between Draco and the wolves.
"NO!" cried Draco. They all turned to stare at him. "I'll go with you."
"But my lord?" cried Fox.
"I said I'll go with them," Draco repeated, a determined look entering his eyes.
"Good," the wolf growled. "Follow me."
Draco nodded, looking at the two beavers and the fox one last time, followed the wolves toward the mountains.
Chapter 3
Draco stood in front of a huge castle that seemed to be made of ice. He was still surrounded by the pack of wolves. The lead wolf shouted something and the huge ice doors began to slowly open.
He followed the wolves through a garden filled with more frozen statues of all kinds of creatures. There were centaurs, fauns, great cats, bears, every kind of creature imaginable, locked in a prison of stone. Draco shuddered staring into the faces to those creatures.
"Hurry up," ordered the wolf from the top of the stairs. Draco forced himself to look away and follow the wolves deeper into the castle.
After going through a maze of ice hallways and up countless stairs, Draco found himself in a large room devoid of anything but an empty throne.
"Wait here," ordered the wolf again.
Draco stood nervously waiting until a woman with pale white skin, white hair, and wearing a white dress entered into the room. Draco wished he had his wand, but he had lost it back when he first entered into Narnia.
"So you are the rumored Prince of Narnia," the White Witch said after sitting down in her throne made of ice.
"I am not a Prince my lady," said Draco bowing to her as he had done so many times to Voldemort.
"I didn't tell you to speak!" yelled the White Witch. "Guards, take him to the dungeons. I want the Prince to freeze."
A small dwarf with a long beard appeared, drawing a knife, he forced Draco out of the throne room and down into the dungeons where he was placed in a cell made entirely of ice and shackled.
Draco didn't know how long he had been there; all he knew was that now familiar feeling of being way to cold was sinking in. The sound of chains clinking caused him to look up into the next cell.
"Mr. Tomnus!" exclaimed Draco when he got a good look at who occupied the next cell.
"Draco!" Mr. Tomnus said. "Why is that every time I see you you're near half froze to death? I was hoping they wouldn't catch you."
"They didn't catch me," said Draco, hanging his head. "I gave myself up."
"What!" Mr. Tomnus exclaimed. "Why?"
"If I didn't, they would have killed the beavers," replied Draco.
"You may have saved their lives, but you've condemned all of Narnia to death if you die," said Mr. Tomnus.
The door to the dungeons suddenly opened causing both Draco and the faun to look up at the White Witch that had just entered.
"Take the faun and give him his punishment," ordered the Queen. A manitar walked in and dragged the faun out of the dungeon.
"No, don't," protested Draco.
"I'll spare him, if you tell where Aslan is making his camp," ordered the Queen.
Draco's eyes darted frantically between the White Witch and Mr. Tomnus. He didn't know what to do. Finally hanging his head, Draco said, "The Stone Table."
Mr. Tomnus's eyes filled with disappointment as he was hauled off.
"Thank you," the White Witch said. "I won't kill you, yet."
"What about Mr. Tomnus?" demanded Draco.
"You didn't really expect me to keep him alive did you?" the Queen said. Laughing she left the dungeon.
As Draco watched her leave, his eyes filled with sadness and pain. He chocked back a sob as he realized what he had just done. Mr. Tomnus was right, he condemned them all to death.