Hogwarts VS Narnia

Chapter 1 Bloody Hell

"Hurry, he's coming!" hissed Hermione. She, Ron, and Harry were running down the stairwell that led to the Entrance Hall. They could hear the frenzied drawl of Draco Malfoy chasing them with his goons, Crabbe and Goyle. Hermione was sure Pansy Parkinson was in on the fun as well, but no one had seen or heard her. Nevertheless she was known to be quiet but deadly.

"In here," whispered Harry, pushing open a door. "Hurry, or they'll see us."

Ron and Hermione didn't need telling twice before they raced into the room. Once Harry had closed the door Hermione let out an audible gasp.

"Harry! We're in the Staff Room. Only teachers are allowed in here!"

"Would you rather be crudely dissected then cut up into tiny little bits and fed to the dragons?" Ron asked.

"There are no dragons in Hogwarts," Hermione stated stiffly.

"Who knows what's down in the Slytherin common dungeon," Ron hissed threateningly.

"Which way did they go?" drawled a voice, right outside the door.

"Hide!" whispered Harry.

Ron looked wildly around. The room was filled with un-matching small wooden chairs. By the far wall there was a wardrobe. Sometimes it held a boggart. This time, with any luck, there would be no boggart, but three Hogwartians.

"In here," he said, pulling open the wardrobe doors wide enough for the three of them to scamper in.

Then, as quietly as he could, he closed it, but not all the way. Everyone knows not to close a wardrobe all the way lest you get locked in. And that would certainly not be good.

"Check in there," came a muffled voice. The Staff Room doorknob began to turn and the door swung open.

"Get back," ordered Harry in such a quiet voice both Ron and Hermione weren't sure they actually had heard anything at all.

Nevertheless they moved further into the wardrobe. There was nothing to push aside or hide in. No one used this wardrobe anymore, so no coats or scarves, or anything at all was hanging inside.

Ron kept his eyes on the tiny sliver of light that came through the almost closed doors. He thought he saw a body move past, but wasn't sure. A stifled cry made Ron lose focus and turn around, ready to face anything, well, hopefully not anything. Spiders were way too creepy to face. Not that the last encounter with a spider could be classified as creepy. Aragog wasn't the creepy type. He was more the I-will-let-my-young-feast-upon-your-flesh type. But that didn't matter right now. Hopefully.

What he wasn't expecting however was to be in a forest surrounded by pine trees and snow. He looked up at the sky and saw millions of tiny white flecks float softly down to the frozen ground.

"Bloody hell. What is going on?"

Harry and Hermione were just as shocked as he was.

"Bloody hell."