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They were walking down a trail, Hermione a few steps behind Caspian, looking at all the beauty around. "It's just like Grandmother said." She whispered, just loud enough for Caspian to turn around.
"Your Grandmother, she's been here before, yes?" He asked, letting her walk beside him.
"I would believe so, how else would she be able to know all of this. It's amazing to see what she had saw." Hermione smiled, blushing as he intensely stared at her.
Caspian head snapped at a noise, he pulled out his sword, as he saw a boy about his age jump off of the higher ground, aiming for the minotaur. Caspian's and the boy's swords met, as the others gathered around them.
"Peter!" Hermione heard the older girl shout, and a rush filled Hermione's body. She reached for her wand, but remember that is was destroyed. She gasped, reaching out her hand to grab Caspian away, she felt a pulse of magic in her veins the swords bounced off of each other, sending both men backwards. "Peter!" The girl shouted again, as his family rushed to his side.
"That was you, wasn't it?" Caspian asked, as she kneeled by his side. She nodded, checking to see if he had any injuries.
She stood up, helping Caspian, she turned to the four standing across from them. "Who gave you the right to just go an attack others like that? What the minotaurs not up to your standards or something." Her voice was cold that even Caspian stood in shock.
"I am King Peter, these are my siblings. Queen Susan, King Edmund, and Queen Lucy."
"I don't care if you're the Queen of England herself. That was wrong." Hermione crossed her arms.
Caspian pulled at her elbow. "They are Kings and Queens of old." He whispered in her ear.
Hermione shrugged, not really sure when he was getting at.
"Are you from England?" The one called Lucy asked.
"Yea, just out side of London." Hermione stopped, staring into Lucy's eyes. "Are you Lucy the Valiant?"
"Yes, Peter is the Magnificent, Susan the Gentle, and Edmund the Just." Lucy replied.
Hermione turned to Caspian and nodded. "Okay I know them now. My grandmother told me stories of them, the White Witch."
"Yes, so I think you owe my brother an apology." Susan stated, her voice just as icy as Hermione's was.
"No. King Peter, should have realized that this isn't the same Narnia. Nothing is the same. So while I'm concerned with preparing for battle with the troops here, you're sniffling along because someone doesn't say 'I'm sorry'." Hermione turned back to Caspian and the others. "Can we carry on now? The Telemarines are going to be upon us and we need place to base out operations."
"Yes Ma'am." Caspian smiled, and they carried on forward, with the Pensives following behind. Hermione walked in silence, not even looking when Caspian or the badger pointed a new wonder out to her. Caspian can feel the angry flow in her, he grabbed her hand. "It's going to be okay."
"You expected them to be older?" Hermione asked, looking up at him.
"Yes. Now I don't know what to do now." He replied, squeezing her hand. He remember when they had met. Hermione had woken up in the woods, the same that he blew the horn in. She found him, saying that the horn had called to her. She found them in the tree that he was in, with the dwarf and the badger. She didn't know where she was, just that she had to find the one who blew the horn.
"We keep walking Caspian, we keep moving forward, because there's no turning back now." Hermione whispered, squeezing his hand, before letting it go.
"But how far can we go? With just a band of Narnians, and six teenagers?" He asked, turning to her.
"Now you're getting doubtful. When we feel like we've gone a long ways, we're half was there." Hermione smiled, nudging him on the shoulder. "Now, Prince Caspian, tell me a story."
"I've told you many a story Miss Hermione, how about one from your world?" He smiled at her, knowing that everyone was listening to them now.
Hermione thought for a moment and then laughed. "When I was eleven, I thought I could handle a full grown mountain troll by myself."
"There's no trolls in London." Susan shouted from a few feet behind them. The caravan seemed to stop then, and wait for what was to happen next.
"It wasn't it London, it was Scotland. I'm afraid that you and I are not in the same timeline."
"Where you from then?" Asked Edmund.
"1998." Hermione replied, before turning back to Caspian. "Okay, the whole school knew about the troll, but was told not to go near it. But I knew I had to, to prove my worth."
"Your worth?" Asked the Badger.
"To Harry Potter and Ron Weasly. At the time we weren't friends, they more or less thought I was a know-it-all. But I had led the troll to the girls bathroom, but then it went bad."
"What Happened?' Lucy asked, Hermione turned to see her face, she was sincere about knowing.
"Well Ron and Harry came to my rescue, Harry some how got onto his back, and stuck a stick up his nose. Trolls hate that. We defeated him, when the professors came to help. We held him off until they could dispose of him."
"I found it highly unlikely." Susan stated.
"And I found it unlikely that you were the gentle one." Hermione turned around and sneered.
"Stop, Hermione. Remember there should be no fighting between friends, only enemies." Caspian whispered, grabbing her arm, dragging her away towards the front of the caravan.
"She started it." Hermione whispered.
"And I ended it." Caspian smiled. "But you enjoy this kind of bickering?"
"Maybe." Hermione smiled as they broke into a clearing. It looked like a giant pyramid in the middle of a valley. "Wow." Hermione, in shocked, cover her mouth.
"Beautiful isn't it?" Asked the Centaur.
"Yes." Hermione nodded, her hand fell to her side. "It saddens me though that this is to be our battlefield.
"I agree." Lucy stated, at their side now.
They walked up to the pyramid, the Centaurs all lines up. The four siblings stood ahead of Caspian and Hermione. The four walked in sync down the slope and into the pyramid, Hermione and Caspian looked at each other and then followed. They stood in a weapons forge, all kinds of weapons were being made. "Wow." Hermione whispered, looking around.
"It isn't much, but it's what we have." Caspian stated, as the Kings and Queens of old looked around.
"I wish that we were this organized and efficient with our war." Hermione whispered, as she watched a Faun make a sword.
It seemed like silence fell around her, she sighed, turning to see the four looking at her, Caspian appeared at her side. "This war will be different." Caspian stated.
"There's nothing different about a war, they're all the same. It just matters who lost the most men." Hermione stated, walking further back into the pyramid.