Chapter One - Mirror mirror

"Charlotte!"

Charlotte Pond hated her name. Not the surname - because she had never actually met anyone with that surname - but her first; Charlotte made her sound like a stuck up blonde bitch and whilst she was blonde, she was most definitely not stuck up.

"Charlotte are you listening to me?" Charlie rolled her eyes and looked at her new stepmother who was still applying her bright red lipstick in her mirror as her father continued driving to his parents, Charlotte's grandparents, house. Matthew Pond had married Abigail Staniforth three months ago and they were the worst months of Charlie's life. Abigail was fifteen years younger than her father and her life's ambition was to be a model, something she had failed but had nothing to do afterwards due to not bothering with any qualifications.

"What's the matter?" Charlie asks in an almost polite voice, not wanting another lecture from her father about being nice to the woman who was apparently 'a mother figure' to her. It was hard to see her as a mother when she acted as if she was a teenager.

"I was saying that Mia should grow her hair out. She's getting older now and she should start acting like the girl she's going to be," Charlie looked at the small girl next to her with a frown. Mia Pond was a small girl for her age which was the complete opposite of Charlie's lanky frame. Overall, the only thing that Charlie and Mia shared were their eyes, their mother's eyes. Charlie was pale and blonde and looked like the stereotypical 'popular girl' whereas Mia was lightly tanned with dark brown hair that brushed her shoulders. The two girls were complete opposites that it was hard to tell they were sisters; Charlotte was outgoing and as confident as a 16 year old girl could get. Mia, however, was shy and quiet, not speaking much since her mother's death when she was only four years old. She always had her head in a book and looked up at Charlie as a mother figure, even though she was the one who acted like the mother at times.

"She's fine as she is." Charlie replied bitingly, ignoring her father's warning look and looking at her phone, hoping that at least one person had text her. Hell, she'd be happy if Orange had text her with her credit balance! With a sigh, Charlie put her phone in her lap and rested her head against the window, closing her eyes with pursed lips. She was fed up of Abigail thinking she was in charge and mad at her dad for letting her get away with everything and completely forgetting about his two daughters. She was worried for Mia because she didn't have long left at home, she would be leaving school this year and Hopefully going to college and then university and Mia would be left alone with Abigail who made no secret of her dislike for her stepdaughters.

"We'll be there soon," Charlie looked over at David, her younger brother. He shared Charlie's golden hair colour but was otherwise an exact replica of their father. He was quiet and loved drawing and wanted to study art when he left school. He was a year younger than Charlie but towered over her tall frame.

"Thank you for pointing out the obvious," Charlie says with a roll of her eyes as David shakes his head at his older sister. Whilst he loved her, she could be annoying at times.

With another sigh, Charlie let herself fall to sleep.

*The Champion Chronicles*

"Wake up Lottie," Charlie sat up straight and was prepared to shout at who had called her 'Lottie' but relaxed when she saw that it was a wide eyed Mia; Charlie only let few people call her that. "We're here. Abigail is boring Grandma and Granddad already though," She said with a giggle and Charlie grinned, knowing that her Grandma didn't have much patience and would put Abigail in her place. Charlie and Mia got out of the car and walked towards the big house where their Grandparents grey hair and Abigail's badly dyed blonde hair could be clearly seen. Their brother and father were getting all the cases out of the car, leaving the girls of the family to go ahead up to the house.

"Ah, there they are!" Their Granddad Jonathan was a tall man with grey hair that was almost white and shining blue eyes whilst their Grandma Helen was a short and curvy woman that was sometimes too much of a mother to people. Abigail was fluttering her fake lashes with a big smile to try and impress her mother and father in law whilst Helen was slowly turning red in annoyance. She clearly didn't approve of her son's choice of women and was worried for her granddaughters and grandson.

"Hey Granddad!" Charlie laughs, hugging him whilst Mia clung to her Grandmother before they switched. "I swear you're getting younger every time I see you!" She says causing Jonathan to laugh.

"Oh, you are exactly like your mother!" Both Charlie and Helen took enjoyment in Abigail's disgust. The woman hated anything to do with Matthew's former wife Karen Pond and tried to change the subject every time the woman was mentioned.

"Your room's are all set up, I'm sure Matthew will show you the way to your room Abigail," Helen says before grabbing Mia's hand as Charlie follows them up to her room.

Charlie's room was large but simple, just how she liked it. After unpacking her clothes she sat on her bed with a magazine which was quickly read in half an hour. With a groan Charlie stood up and sat at her desk and attempted to start the homework she had brought with her.

"CHARLOTTE!"

With a wince at Abigail's shrill voice, Charlie started walking towards the door when she noticed something in the mirror on the wall. Instead of a reflection of herself and the room, she could see a boy and a completely different room. She walked closer and blinked to see if anything was wrong with her eyes (because she wasn't about to rub them and ruin her eyeliner). The boy was roughly her age with blonde hair darker than her own and clear blue eyes and tanned skin. He stepped closer to the mirror just as Charlie did and blinked as they stared at each other.

"Who are you?" She asked and the boy shook his head and mouthed something, or most likely said something which Charlie couldn't hear. "This isn't possible. This is just... Not happening."

"CHARLOTTE!"

Charlie jumped and turned around at Abigail's shrill shout which was much closer than the last one. She turned back to the mirror and frowned when she saw her own face looking back at her rather than the handsome stranger's. Charlie sighed and walked out of the room to find out what Abigail wanted.

Peter Pevensie stared at the mirror, hoping that if he waited the right amount of time he would see the girl again. He hadn't been able to properly see her again and even though it had been a day it felt too long since he had seen the beautiful stranger, only getting glimpses of her gold hair now and then. He hadn't told his brother or sisters, none of them would believe him anyway.

With a sigh, Peter sat up after a sleepless night of staring at the mirror to wake up Susan and Lucy. He had his family to take care of so he put the stranger in the mirror out of his mind. For now.