A/N: This is a crossover, but because I wanted this story to have more exposure, I haven't placed it in that category yet. I hope you like my craziness inspired by some YouTube videos I watched. I tried to be as original as possible. Enjoy.

I guess this could be considered AU for both fabulous series.

Set in sixth year.

Disclaimer: Own nothing.


1
Just A Dream

As Ron leaned in to kiss Lavender, Hermione backed away from the crowd. This couldn't be happening. She felt like she was in a dream. The colors were too bright, the laughter too loud, the moment too...surreal. 'What a stupid girl,' she thought to herself. 'But that's not entirely true. I'm equally as stupid, believing that maybe he had feelings for me.'

She did a 180 turn and faced the portrait hole, where she would be leaving through soon. The dimly lit common room was feeling too stuffy and hot, so she mumbled an excuse to Ginny, who was beside her, and the bookworm strolled out of the room confidently.

But once she reached the hallway, all resolve broke. Hermione sobbed, her soft brown eyes closing as she sunk to the ground, leaning against the cold, stone wall. She ran her fingers through her curly hair and realized this is the first time she's cried since she was fourteen. That was a long time ago. As she sat, huddled, in the cold corrider, she heard something smack beside her, almost like a book was thrown from three stories.

It was a book, she realized, as she looked to see where the sound had come from. A little brown, leather bound book, with a word on it.

Peter.

She was intrigued. Hermione picked up the book, with tears still cascading down her face, and opened to the first page. It was a picture of a girl and three teenagers. The youngest looked about twelve, with curly red hair and freckles. Hermione found herself smiling at her; she was adorable. Underneath it said, Lucy. Hermione continued to observe.

There was a dark haired boy with dark eyes, who was prabably around fourteen, was almost glaring at the camera. The picture wasn't moving, Hermione noted. So, this was a Muggle book, or photo album. What was it doing at Hogwarts? Underneath that picture it stated Edmund.

Next was a beautiful girl with smouldering eyes, full lips, and dark wavy hair. She looked to be about sixteen. Susan, the tag read. Hermione found herself jealous of the girl's looks. She bet she didn't have to tame her wild hair every morning.

Beside her was someone that made Hermione's eyes widen. It was a boy, tall, with sandy blonde hair and sweet blue eyes, and he looked about eighteen or nineteen. Peter. The same name on the front of the book. Or maybe it was a diary. She peered closer, and realized they were siblings. At the top of the page, in clear letters, it said The Pevensies.

Hermione grinned and continued to flip through the book. It had lots of things in it, from train tickets to pictures. A picture on the last page of the booklet caught her eye. It was a picture of Peter, but there seemed to be someone missing. Like they were cut out of the picture.

And that's when things got freaky. A sharp white light flew out of the book. Hermione screamed, then pulled out her wand, hoping to maybe do something about it. But then a larger streak flew out, engulfing Hermione. She tried screaming, fighting it, everything, but it seemed like her voice was gone. She closed her eyes because the brightness was too much. And then she lost consciousness.


Edmund wasn't a big deal, honestly. All of the girls in the villages loved him, and he knew the considered him the most eligible bachelor in all of Narnia. (And he's only fifteen.) So, he listened to the local gossip. It's normal. He patted the head of his horse, Terran, and grinned as he trotted through the dense forrest.

It was early morning, and daylight was streaming through the thick leaves, illuminating the brush below him. He tossed his dark hair out of his eyes and looked behind him at his older brother, who was staring blankly ahead on his brown horse Naida. He was the King, but lately Edmund had found that he wasn't interested anymore. More often than not, Edmund had to finish his duties because Peter lost his ambition and drive.

"You alright?" He asked hesistantly. Edmund felt his sword in his sheath and felt at ease; for one moment, he thought he had forgotten it, and if someone attacked them (small chance, but still), he would be defenseless. Secretly, that was Edmund's greatest fear.

Peter nodded slowly, simply admiring the scenery, or so it seemed. "I'm thinking," he responded slowly.

"About?" Edmund prodded his nineteen year old brother, hoping to get a reason why he acting strangely lately.

"Back home," he admitted. "What would we have been if we hadn't discovered Narnia? Who would we have met? Like...girls. I know most of my mates are married by now," Peter admitted, feeling foolish. "And I'm wondering about it."

"You're acting like Lucy," Edmund groaned, wishing he hadn't asked. "She's been chasing after a kitchen boy lately, and he looks absolutely terrified when she even talks to him. You aren't like her, are you?"

Peter grinned. "I am not some schoolboy with a crush, trust me. Lucy is thirteen, it's about time she started chasing boys."

"No it's not..." Edmund mumbled. His horse became startled, though, after a few minutes, and he sat up a little straighter. "What is it, boy?" He questioned. The horse simply whinnied and bucked up, nearly throwing him off.

Peter hopped off his horse and ran to where the horse was looking, and called out, "Edmund! Come here!"

The fifteen year old ran to the patch of trees his brother was at and looked down at where a girl was lying, still as the grave. He gulped. "What is she doing here? More importantly, who is she?"

Peter shrugged and moved away some leaves that were covering her. Her curly hair was splayed out behind her, like a halo almost. His breath caught. She was pretty, no question there. He looked at her outfit: a simply blue dress. But it didn't look anything like the dresses in England or Narnia. It was odd.

"What is she wearing?" Edmund crinkled his nose. "It's so strange."

"There is a girl lying ten miles east of Cair Paravel, and that's what you are worried about?" Peter asked. "Her dress? Help me lift her, we can take her to Aslan." He was currently staying at Cair Paravel, which had been rebuilt during their stay there.

"Fine," Edmund huffed. He helped Peter get her onto the horse, sitting upright, without waking her. Peter sat behind her, trying to not to touch her as he grabbed the reins and kicked the horse to make it go. Edmund followed behind after getting on his horse. It was a slow and awkward ride back to castle. In the future, when Peter was asked why he decided to help the girl without knowing her, he would respond simply that it was a feeling.

And when they pulled up to the gleaming castle by the sea, she began to wake up. Peter watched in amazement as she blinked her brown eyes open and asked quietly, "Where am I?" She looked around frantically, before looking at Peter in surprise and mouthing, "Oh my god..."

Peter tried to appear happy, although he was kind of nervous. "My name is Peter, and you're in Narnia..." he said hesistantly.

The curly haired girl gasped, and slid off the horse, looking around. "Is your last name Pevensie?" She asked sharply.

Peter looked to Edmund, who was mentally preparing to slide his sword through her heart for knowing such information. Edmunc spat out, "How do you know that?" He wasn't meaning to be mean, but he often spoke before he thought.

"You were my neighbors..." she mumbled. "In England. For a short time, before I moved to Scotland. I recognized you immediately." Normally, when people look down, they're lying, but Peter felt strongly that this was the truth. She bit her lip and looked at him imploringly.

"Alright," he conceded. "But what are you doing here?"

"I just appeared here," she admitted. "I have no idea why I am here."

"What is your name?" Edmund asked suspisciously.

"Hermione," she smiled. "Hermione Granger."

Peter stuck out his hand, motioning for her to shake it. "I'm Peter. And that's Edmund."

Hermione smiled and said, "What excactly is this place? I mean, where on this earth are we?"

Peter chuckled and led her by the elbow inside the front foyer of the majestic castle, Edmund following. The three walked over to a balcony and he motioned to all of Narnia.

"This is Narnia. No one in our world knows about it, but it is very much real. I can't really explain it," Peter admitted, his blue eyes looking at her, "but I hope you find it a good place to stay for the time being, until we can get you back to England, or Scotland, or wherever you hail from."

Edmund frowned. "We barely know her. She could be a spy," he leered. "Or worse, she could be a worker for someone more evil than the White Queen."

"I'm not," Hermione said honestly. "If you don't believe me, feel free to leave me to fend for myself."

But when a tall, dark-haired King walked down the Grand Staircase, Peter very nearly cursed under his breath. Caspian always took Edmund's side.

"King Edmund, King Peter!" Caspian excaimed with joy, and huged them both. "I've just come in for the week. I haven't seen Susan in weeks, I miss her. How is she doing?"

"I'm doing fine," Susan grinned, coming out from behind a large silver door, clad in a dark green dress, showing off her baby bump. "And so is little one!"

Hermione looked in shock at Peter and whispered, "King Peter?"

He nodded before turning to Caspian. "We found Hermione here in the woods. She's from where my siblings and I are from, and she just appeared here, apparently. Is there a prophecy about this?"

"None I'm aware of," Caspian said, raising his eyebrows. "But I can ask Aslan. He will know what's going on. He's about to leave again, so be quick about it." Hermione was left alone as Edmund and Peter rushed off down an unknown corrider. It was then the reality of the situation hit her.

Susan smiled gently. "Hermione, is it?"

She nodded.

"Your dress seems to be dirty. Would you like to borrow one of mine?" Susan smiled, but then she became solemn. "But our builds are quite different...hmm...maybe one of Lucy's?" Susan had a point. While she was tall and slender, Hermione was petite, a bit curvy, a bit softer.

Hermione just nodded and followed Susan, who was walking swiftly. The two girls went back into the room Susan had exited from. It was a bedroom, she saw. It was beautifully decorated, in silver, dark green, and dark woods. Susan walked over to a wardrobe and pulled out a white, flowing gown.

"Lucy hates this dress, so she gave it me," Susan explained. "It looks like it will be perfect for you."

Hermione took not of the bow and arrows hanging on the chair, and gulped as she walked towards Susan. "Thank you," she said softly. She felt the fabric, and it was magnificent. Something she would never wear back home. "This feels like a dream..." Hermione admitted to Susan.

"I know," Susan said softly. "But you'll get to go home eventually."

"I hope so," Hermione sighed. "But in the meantime, I'll make the most of it." She began to put on the beautiful dress.


"Aslan!" Peter called out. The great Lion turned around, almost smiling at the King.

"Hello, Peter," he said quietly. "I understand you are confused right about now?"

Peter nodded, and Edmund glared. "I don't like that girl, she just smells like trouble."

Aslan laughed good-naturedly. "Oh, she is far from trouble, actually. I beckoned her here. I do believe she is the one who could help us fight a force far darker than we've ever experienced. He's already destroying your world, and soon he will attempt to destroy this one. She is the only one who can help defeat him."

Peter looked at Edmund, who was scowling. Who could argue with Aslan?

"Well, boys, my time here is done. Peter, watch after the girl. Teach her about Narnia. Be her guide." Aslan almost smiled before dsappearing. Peter grinned and ran out of the room, and Edmund, shocked by the sudden action, followed him. He seemed to be doing a lot of that today.

"Caspian!" Peter called out, nearly running into Susan's husband. "Hermione is the key to fighting the dark force!"

"What dark force?" He asked, amused.

"The one that will be here soon!" Peter said loudly, seeming excited for the first time in a long time.

Susan walked out of her room, rolling her eyes. "Did Aslan tell you that?"

Peter nodded, but words escaped him when Hermione left the room, the dress flowing behind her. "So, I'm supposed to help you guys fight a dark force?" She asked, shocked. "Like, a person?"

"Aslan mentioned a he," Peter admitted. "Why?"

Hermione gulped. "I have a pretty good idea of who it might be."

"Let's not dwell on this," Peter cleared his throat. "Hermione, let me show you around."


Next chapter, Harry and Ron realize she is gone and ask Dumbledore. He, unfortuntely, is quite cryptic. Meanwhile, Hermione meets Lucy and the two become fast friends. Edmund is still mad about everyone trusting Hermione, and he knows something is off about her. Plus, a girl from one of the villages becomes infatuated with Edmund.

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