A/N: Hey guys, This is my first ever fanfic on the site, so try not to pick it to pieces.
Am a major Harry potter fan, and i also like Narnia, so i decided to put the two of them together.
Some things you should know before we get to the good stuff. first, this is an AU story, so a lot of things you would find in the Harry potter or Narnia books or films may not bee in the story. Second, this is rated M for a reason, there will be fighting, torture, killing, strong language and all that stuff. If your not in to that, then i suggest you find something else.
Finally, This will be a Harry/Lucy paring, so a few changes will be made to the Pevensies, Mainly their age's, Like i said before, This is completely AU.
OK, enough said, lets get on with the story.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Apart from the plot.
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Chapter 1- Through the Veil
Harry did not have to think. There was no choice, not really. He had exhausted all other options that were available to him; except maybe one...He quickly cast that thought from his mind, that wasn't going to happen. Not now, not ever.
The 15 year old teenager was currently standing on a raised stone dais in a dimly lit rectangular room, surrounded by stone benches that led up to a series of doors that led to other parts of the department of mysteries. Behind him, stood a tall, cracked, stone archway, large enough for a human to walk through comfortably. A tattered black curtain, or veil, hung from the arch, which despite the stillness of the air, was fluttering quite gently.
However, Harry's eyes were not taking in his surroundings. they were fixed on the man standing scant feet in front of him, the man who was currently wearing a death eater's mask, dressed in black robes, and was pointing a wand directly at Harry's face. Behind the man, were a dozen similarly dressed figures, all of them who had wands pointing at him.
The situation definitely wasn't looking good. In Harry's right hand, he held his wand, and in his left, was the spun glass ball, which was the reason for his current predicament.
"This is your last chance, boy." said the mask man in front of him. he had an aristocratic cultured voice, which, despite its clipped tone, was slightly muffled by the mask. "hand over the prophecy, and no one need get hurt.
Harry chuckled.
"Sure, Lucius, I give you the Prophecy and you let us just walk out of here?" He held up the prophecy which was clutched tightly in his left hand. "Do I look like I have dickhead written all over my fucking face? I wouldn't be surprised if you kill me and my friends the moment I give it to you."
"As I said, Potter, this is your one and only chance to avoid bloodshed. The Dark Lord only wants the prophecy. just hand it over, and we will let you walk free. you have my word." Lucius drawled.
"I don't really think that's going to work in the long run." Harry Stated. He knew how these people worked, and letting the enemy go when they had them right where they wanted them just wasn't going to happen. He knew he could take them, he had been training for something like this all year.
The other option, of course, was to hand over the prophecy, and hope he and the others could get out of there without getting killed. Harry disregarded that train of thought. Surrender was not an option, not to these guys, and especially not to Lord Voldemort himself.
He pointed to the witch that was standing on Malfoy's right.
"I know for a fact that Bella here would rather have sex with a muggle born than let any of us go without torturing, or at least attempting to kill one of us." he said.
"How dare you speak to me in such a way, you filthy half-blood!" the witch called Bella shrieked.
"Now, now, Bellatrix," Malfoy said, laying a hand on the mad woman's shoulder. "We cannot hurt the boy, at least not until we have what we came here for. after that then…"He let the sentence die, giving Harry a rough idea on what would happen if they managed to get their hands on the prophecy.
Harry had had enough, he had to get back to Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville and Luna, who were still in the room with the glass tank full of brains. He didn't know if there were any Death Eaters guarding them up there, or if they were on their own, but he had to get to them. Whatever the cost.
Before he could move, Harry heard doors blasting open above him, and looked up to see Sirius, Remus, Moody, Tonks, and Kingsley sprinting in to the room.
Malfoy turned and raised his wand, and at that exact moment, harry acted.
"Effodio!" he snapped. There was a sound like a backfiring car, and a brief flash of silver light. Malfoy managed to duck, avoiding the gouging spell that would have cleaved through his head.
Harry, who had noticed that all the Death Eaters had turned away from him, was already moving. The Death Eaters were completely distracted by the appearance of the members of the Order, giving him time to dive of the dais, and out of the way. Landing on his feet on the stone floor, he saw that the Order members had reached the sunken floor, and were now duelling with the Death Eaters.
Harry dodged to the right to avoid a Killing Curse, quickly casting a spell that blinded the Death Eater responsible. The Death Eater howled in pain, throwing up his hands to cover his face, as the white light seared in to his eyes.
Harry took advantage of the masked murderer's distraction to body slam him in the stomach, before finishing him off with a stunner to the face.
"Nice one," shouted Sirius, running over to Harry as the Death Eater fell to the floor. "Came to help, but it looks like you don't need… look out!" Sirius shoved Harry to the side, just as a Killing Curse narrowly missed slamming into his chest. Growling in anger, Harry turned around to see another Death Eater, smirking evilly , pointing his wand at Sirius's head. Sirius sent a sickly yellow light at the man, but the Death Eater raised a translucent shield, blocking the attack.
"Argentum Telum!" spat harry. a glimmer of silver light shot from the end of his wand, forming into a shape of an arrowhead made strait for the Death Eater. the curse smashed through the protective shield, and would of sliced through the man's chest had he not dived to one side. distracted by the spell, he was hit in the chest by a blasting curse by Sirius, throwing him backwards through the air with extreme force. he hit one of the stone benches and fell to the floor.
"Now, I want you to go and get the others and get out of here!" yelled Sirius, over the cries of the duelling order members and the Death Eaters. "Take the prophecy with you."
"but what about…" Started Harry.
"I'll be fine." Sirius cut across him. "Just get the others out of here. we'll finish off here."
Harry wanted to argue with him, but he knew his godfather had a point. His friends lives were at risk. not only that, but they couldn't hope to win in a high stakes duel against a bunch of murderous fanatics. He had to protect them.
There was a scream and a crash from the other side of the room, and both men turned to see Tonks falling from half way up the stone benches, her limp form toppling from stone seat to stone seat. Her Opponent, Bellatrix, was already running back towards the fight, her wand pointing at Remus's back, who was fighting another masked and hooded Death eater, and wasn't aware of the danger behind him.
"Move!" Sirius snapped at Harry, as he ran off to intercept his cousin. Harry turned and began to make his way towards the stone benches, his wand at the ready to curse anyone blocking his path. However, as he was about to start climbing, a man slammed in to his side, and sent them both crashing to the ground.
"The prophecy, give me the prophecy Potter!" Lucius Malfoy's voice sneered in Harry's right ear, his wand digging in to Harry's ribs.
Harry kicked out with his right foot, catching Malfoy in the shins. Lucius gasped in pain, and his wand left Harry's chest. Harry scrambled around and sent a powerful banishing spell at Malfoy, who was blasted off his back, slamming in to the dais on which Sirius and Bellatrix were now duelling.
He turned, and resumed his climb upwards, the prophecy still clasped tightly in his left hand, his eyes flicking from left to right, searching for any hidden Death Eaters that might be lurking around. As he reached the half way point, a door opened, and another wizard strolled in to the room.
Albus Dumbledore was standing there, his wand outstretched in front of him. His eyes, normally kind and twinkling, were hard and furious as he stared at the battle below him. Harry could feel the power radiating from the old Wizard, and it was like nothing he had ever felt before. for the second time in his life, Harry understood why Dumbledore was the only wizard Voldemort ever feared.
Dumbledore sped down the steps passed Harry, who had turned to see what would happen next. As Dumbledore reached the bottom of the steps, The Death Eaters nearest him realising he was there, began to scatter. Dumbledore flicked his wand, and there was a blinding flash of golden light. when the light dissipated, the two Death Eaters nearest him were laying bound and unconscious on the ground.
Only one pair was still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light. he was laughing at her.
"Come on," He yelled "You can do better than that!"
To Harry, the next two seconds seemed to pass by extremely slow. One minute, he was standing on the steps, watching Bellatrix readying herself to deliver another curse, and the next, he had leapt in to the air, heading straight for Sirius, just as a jet of red light exploded from the end of Bellatrix's wand.
Time seemed to slow down for the emerald eyed wizard as he propelled himself through the air towards Sirius. One thought was racing through his mind. 'Sirius was close to the veil.' He didn't know how he knew it, but if Sirius fell through that archway, he knew that his godfather would be gone forever. He was falling now. Falling towards Sirius, and that red light, which was inching ever closer to the man's chest. Harry knew he could reach him. He was nearly there. He could save him. He crashed into Sirius, sending the other man falling off the dais and on to the floor, and a second later, the red light, a simple stunning spell, had hit harry in the chest.
Sirius had only a split second to look around before someone smashed in to his side, so hard that it sent him falling from the dais. Landing on his back on the floor, he scrambled up on to his knees to see his godson standing exactly where he was a moment ago, and the red light hitting him squarely in the chest.
Harry's face took on a look of surprise, before he began falling backwards towards the veil.
"Harry, no!" shouted Sirius, desperately trying to get to his feet, as Dumbledore too, turned towards the dais, Sirius's yell causing the elderly wizard to look around.
It was already too late. Harry had already fallen backwards through the archway, and the last thing everyone saw was his bright green eyes looking terrified, as he sank through the ancient portal, and disappeared beyond the veil, which fluttered for a moment, before falling back in to place.
"Nooooo! Screamed Sirius, unable to believe what he had just seen. "Harry!"
