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Susan sat heavily on the bed in her quarters. The talk she had had with Aslan and Peter was still fresh in her mind.

"You may be wondering why I excluded the others from this conversation," Aslan began.

"I think we've learned not to question you, Aslan." Susan laughed.

The great lion chuckled, "fair enough, Daughter of Eve. I am speaking to you out of thanks; for all that you have given Narnia."

"I think it's more about what Narnia has given us, sir." Peter said, walking beside his sister.

"That brings me to my point Peter," Aslan said, stopping. He moved to sit in front of them and spoke softly, "Narnia has given you all that it can, and it is once again time for you to return home."

"Home? Now?" Susan asked, eyes welling up with tears.

"Tomorrow. I will also give the Talmerine people an opportunity to join your world, as it is where their ancestors came from." Aslan answered.

"What about Edmund and Lu?" Peter asked quietly, seeming resigned.

"Your siblings will be returning as well, but unlike you, they will return at least once more."

"We can't come back?" Susan asked.

"As I have said, there is nothing else Narnia can teach you. You will not return."

Susan bit back the tears creeping up behind her eyes, shutting them tightly. She stood and crossed the room to her balcony, which overlooked the gardens, sighing. She looked at the view in front of her, at the country she had come to love and care for. Why did she have to leave? What awaited her in Britain? Shallow men who only saw her as a pretty face? Here she had people who actually cared about her! She had her home in Cair Paravel. She couldn't leave!

"I can't leave," she whispered, and ran out the door in search of Aslan. She finally found him sitting on a hillside, gazing at the horizon. She slowed her pace and approached timidly, suddenly feeling very foolish.

"Come sit with me, daughter of Eve." Aslan called without turning around. Susan paused, unsure, before coming to sit on her knees beside the lion. She inclined her head out of respect and sat stiffly, unsure how to approach the topic. Aslan turned his head and looked at her, "You have something you wish to ask me, Susan?"

Of course he knew. He always knew. "Yes," she whispered, looking down.

"Speak, my child."

"I'm sorry, Aslan. I know you want me to return to my world with Peter… but I don't feel as though it's my world I am returning to. I've long felt Narnia to be my home. I have no emotional ties to that world. It hasn't given me much to miss when I'm here. Aslan, I know that you say there is nothing more for me to learn here… but I- I'm sorry. I disagree." She finished quickly, eyes shut so as to not see the look on the lion's face.

"Look at me, Daughter of Eve." Aslan said. She did, timidly, and saw his eyes looking into hers in a searching manner, "What else do you feel Narnia can teach you?"

"Love," she answered immediately, surprised at her own admission, "I love King Caspian. And… I think he loves me too." Aslan was silent for a moment.

"I will give you a choice, dear one. But be warned, this choice will be permanent. I will offer it to your siblings as well. While you may not have anything more to gain from Narnia… It may have become the place where you belong."

The next morning found Susan standing alongside her siblings and Aslan. Caspian and the Talmerines stood opposite, and watched them warily.

Aslan gave a magnificent speech on the origin of the Talmarine people, and offered them the choice to enter the human world, where their ancestors came from. The King and Queen of Talmar stepped through, and Aslan turned to the Pevensies.

"Kings and Queens of Narnia. I approached two of you late yesterday, telling you that you were to leave Narnia-"

"We're leaving?" asked Lucy. Aslan gave her a kind smile.

"Patience, young one. It has come to my attention that Narnia may have become more of a home to you than your original world. I offer you a choice. You may remain in Narnia, or you may return home. However, whichever decision you make is final. You will no longer travel between worlds. You must decide."

Susan turned to her siblings, "I talked to Aslan last night. I can't go back, there isn't anything for me there. If you don't agree, I understand. I love all of you… so much." She said, tearing up. She turned to face the crowd, "I, Queen Susan the Gentle, choose to remain in Narnia and take up the throne once more." She exclaimed. The Narnians cheered, and she took her place beside Caspian, looking at her brothers and sister with tears rolling down her face. Peter was looking at her intently, and finally turned to the crowd.

"I, High King Peter the Magnificent, also choose to remain in Narnia and take up the throne once more." He said with finality. Not a moment later, Lucy stepped up to proclaim the same.

Edmund looked at his siblings. Peter looked at him seriously and stated quietly, "We love you, Ed. Whatever you choose." Edmund looked through the crowd and back to Aslan, before turning to look his brother in the eye.

"I, King Edmund the Just, choose to remain in Narnia and take up the throne once more." He called, and Susan let out a relieved sob. As much as she knew she belonged here, she had been sure her siblings would want to go home. She felt so much better knowing they would be by her side. Peter pulled her into a tight hug.

"You didn't think we'd leave you, right?" he whispered, "because we couldn't do that."

"I had my doubts," she choked out, "I love you."

"I love you too, Su."

The four took their place at Cair Paravel, where they brought Narnia into another golden age.

Hogwarts smoldered with the marks of many spells. The sky began to brighten as dawn approached. It was over.

Hermione let the tears fall freely as Tom Riddle fell. She watched Harry nearly collapse in exhaustion, and she cried for him. She cried for the Weasleys, who had lost a son. For Teddy Lupin, who lost his parents. She cried for her innocence. She cried silently, just letting them fall. Ron took her hand after a while and led her into the Great Hall. She looked at Fred's body and the tears continued to fall. Ron left to be by his brother's side, and Hermione left the castle. She needed to get out of there. A few minutes alone was all she needed. She ended up by the lake, and she drew her knees up to her chest, sighing.

After a few moments, Hermione got the feeling she was being watched. Discreetly, she pulled her wand out of her sleeve and made to get up casually. She stood, stretched, and turned around, only to come face to face with one of the people she hoped to never see again.

"Scabior." She growled, raising her wand.

"Aw, now is that the proper way to greet someone?" he asked, a smirk gracing his features. He threw a non-verbal curse, and Hermione dodged skillfully. They continued to duel, but Hermione's muscles screamed for rest. The adrenaline from the battle was long gone, and she was exhausted. She fought as hard as she could, but it only took a few minutes for her to be disarmed.

"Don't look at me like that, love." He taunted, twirling his wand in his fingers, "You'll be with your mum and dad soon."

"No," she breathed, "No, how did you find them!? I hid them! I hid them so you couldn't hurt them!"

"Not well enough, sweetheart," he sneered, and raised his wand and immobilized the witch. He moved so he was standing in front of her, and tapped the tip of her wand (her own wand! The bastard) between her eyes and slowly spoke the spell, "Avada Kedavra" Hermione's world went black.

She could have sworn she felt a voice in her ear whispering, "Be strong, my child."

"Honestly, Peter, we haven't left in weeks. We could at least go for a walk in the village." Susan berated her brother.

"With all due respect, your majesty, the war has only recently ended. The Talmerines are still likely to be loyal to their old monarch. It would be unwise to venture out unaccompanied," said Alexander, head of the royal guard.

"By all means, accompany us then!" spoke the youngest queen, Lucy, "I love Cair Paravel but I haven't had the chance to enjoy Narnia! Ever since we've been back, we've been at war!"

Before a decision could be made, Caspian X burst into the throne room unannounced. "Something strange has happened. Come quickly, your majesties." He said, leading them to the front of the palace. There, lying on the ground was an unconscious girl wearing jeans and a hooded jacket. This wouldn't normally be cause for concern, but in Narnia, there were no clothes like these. The kings and queens exchanged glances, examining the girl. Upon realizing that the girl was covered in blood and grime, Queen Lucy the Valiant stepped forward with her healing potion. Under the watchful eye of the royal guard, a few drops were placed on the girl's lips. Lucy backed up to stand with her siblings. King Edmund was eyeing the girl with distrust. Who was to say she wasn't a threat?

Suddenly, the girl let out a groan, and her eyes opened. "Wha-What? This doesn't make sense." She whispered, "Where am I?" she asked the only person in her line of vision, which happened to be Caspian X.

"You are at Cair Paravel, milady." He answered, "How did you manage to get into the castle?"

She quickly looked around, and noticed that there were a great variety of people and magical creatures around her. Ignoring the question, she asked one of her own, "Cair Paravel? Where is that? I've never been here before."

"Where are you from, Lady?" the High King asked Hermione, and she turned her head to look at him, wincing with the movement.

"England." She replied, "Where am I? What is Cair Paravel?"

Peter looked at his siblings at a loss. How were you supposed to tell someone they travelled to a new world? He addressed the guard firmly, "Take her to the guest suite. There must be a guard at her door at all times. For your protection, my lady." He amended, seeing the panic flit across the girl's face. He reached out a hand to help her off the stone floor. "What is your name?"

"Hermione, Hermione Granger."

A/N: And there you have it! Penny for your thoughts?