The Lion is an Angel

Summary: What if the Pevensies weren't the only children who went to live with the Professor? What if Agnes and Henry Cleves tell their tale when entering into the world of Narnia? This is their adventures when joining the Pevensies in defeating the white witch.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Chronicles of Narnia. They belong to C.S. Lewis.

Chapter 1: To a safer place

Agnes POV

The train station was overly crowed with children and their loved ones. Everybody dread on the situation at hand, since the government advice all children be sent to the country side. The reason why is because of the war, including early September when the Germans began bombing our cities. The trauma and damage if not casualties worried on the wellbeing for us children and the spontaneous times. Never knowing when the Germans will attack.

My nine year brother, Henry, stayed close to me as we waited in line to get on the train. We already said goodbye to our mother as she stood where the other weeping mothers were watching their children leave. Things haven't been easy for us the past year with father abroad serving the British navy. Henry tried to be a strong and behave when he squeezed my hand. Right now he is overwhelmed not used to large surrounding or the amount of people. I assured him that everything will be alright and will see our mother in a few months. Although the question is will home be there when we return. My main objective is to keep Henry safe, especially with his condition.

Once handing our tickets to the volunteer, we got on the train searching for a compartment. Luckily there is one with four children occupying it. "Excuse me, mind if my brother and I join you?"

"No, please help yourselves." The oldest girl with dark curly hair said.

"Thank you," I said letting Henry in and we took our seat.

After a while the train left the station. I sighed, pulling out a book to read while Henry remained quiet still overwhelm after everything that happened last night. Last night a bomb exploded outside our house destroying a few windows. Fortunately our family made it to the shelter, but he still wouldn't speak, instead he fiddles with his toy knight. Taking a slight moment, I stared at the four children realizing they were siblings in their similarities. The oldest boy looked around my age with dirty blonde hair with blue eyes, the girl from before had the same eyes as did the littlest one who had her older brother hair. However she had the same nose as her second brother who seemed a bit distant with dark hair and brown eyes. Henry practically stood out with his ginger hair and green eyes while I had brown hair and green eyes as well.

"Why did we have to go? I much rather stay in London and see the war," the second boy said.

"This war is going to be very nasty, Edmund." The oldest boy said. "Which is why we are all being sent away?"

"Spoil sports grownups," Edmund muttered.

"They're doing it for our sakes, Edmund." The oldest girl said. "When the bombs stop falling on London."

The youngest leaned into her sister, "I wish mother could've come with us."

"I don't think it's fair." Edmund counter. "They'll be in all the excitement."

"Danger you mean," the older brother corrected.

"We are lucky, Edmund." The older sister said. "We are going deep into the country side where we'll be safe."

"Yes, and you know why we'll be safe. Because in the country nothing ever happens," Edmund snapped.

I sighed and took a small tin out of my messenger bag, "Would you all like some biscuits?"

"Why thank you," the oldest girl said taking the offer treat. "I'm Susan Pevensie, as you already know this is my brother Edmund, Peter, and Lucy."

"Pleasure to meet you," I replied back as the others took their share. "My name is Agnes Cleves and this is my little brother Henry."

Henry smiled a little, "Hello."

"So where are you from?" I asked.

"Finchley," Peter answered. "And you?"

"Camden," I answered.

A few more words were exchange when discovering our labels were identical so we were staying at the same host. Henry and Lucy began chatting playing with toys as Peter read a book, Edmund scowling out the window and Susan holding a conversation with me. Turns out, Lucy was Henry age of nine, Peter fifteen, Susan fourteen, and Edmund twelve. When the train stops, we look outside the window to see the country. Seeing other children being picked up by their host. Some were generous while others seemed irritated in having more mouths to feed. I hope our host is on the good side of the spectrum.

By midafternoon our stop was called at Coombe halt. We all got out with our luggage and waited for our host to come pick us up. Time went by and nobody came. Things were getting a bit irritating to a point we wonder if we got off the wrong platform. A sound of a motor vehicle came as the Pevensie ran down the stairs to see if it was the Professor. However the black car drove by.

"The Professor knew we were coming," Susan assured.

"Perhaps we've been incorrectly labeled?" Edmund suggested reading his tag.

After Edmund said that, the sound of a horse approaching caught our attention. Looking up the road was a white horse caring a wagon while a middle age woman drove it. The horse galloped its way towards the platform as the woman said whoa to the creature. Henry couldn't help but smiled in seeing a horse for they were his favorite animal. Though the Pevensies didn't seem please about this.

"Mrs. Macready?" Peter asked hesitantly.

"I'm afraid so," Mrs. Macready replied in a strong Scottish accent. "Is this it, then? Haven't you brought anything else?"

"Na ma'am," Peter answered. "It's just us."

"Small favors," Mrs. Macready noted.

.o0o.

The manor was larger than any of us anticipated. Once inside the appearance of the manor appeared larger. The building interior decorated close to a Tudor's theme of a castle. Tapestry and carpets, wood wall, artifacts decorating the all over. You can already tell this mansion will hold many long passageways and several empty rooms.

"Professor Kirke is not accustomed to havin' children in this house and as such, there are a few rules we need to follow." Mrs. Macready instructed escorting us up the stairs. "There will no shoutin' or running. No improper use of the dumbwaiter. ..No touchin' of the historical artifacts!" the caretaker exclaimed when Susan touched a bust. "And above all, there shall be no disturbin' of the professor."

After listening to all the rules follow by meeting the maids Ivy, Margaret and Betty. So having an early supper, we were assigned to our rooms. Lucy and Susan took one, Peter and Edmund the second, while Henry and I the third. Henry explored the large room with one bed, opening the wardrobe, exploring the bathroom, and checking the interior work. I couldn't help but smile at his curiosity.

"It's like a castle, Agnes." Henry announced.

"More like a museum," I corrected. "Remember to follow Mrs. Macready rules. If you are curious at something, put your hands in your pocket and look."

"I wish dad and mum were here," Henry said sitting on the bed.

I sighed, kneeling down in front of him to take off his shoes. "I know, Henry. I miss them too. But in a few months will come home and if you're good maybe we'll go to the London Zoo. My treat."

"All right," Henry said with a smile.

I chuckled, finishing taking off his shoes then rolled up the pants sleeve to check on his leg where he wore braces. The pants he wore covered the metal frame work but once settle people will know about the disability. Doctors say his legs are fine, though his spine is crooked a case of scoliosis. These braces will help and get his back straight in time, except makes things difficult for him to run. Anyway, I open his suitcase to hand him his night wear which he took along with his bathroom utilities into the other room. I quickly changed into my night gown before he came out all dressed with the braces off. He set them on the table then climbed into bed. Opening his mouth to reveal those pearly whites. Shaking my head, I went up to brush my teeth and hair before climbing as well on to the queen size bed. Suddenly there was a new sound echoing off the walls of a bird.

"What was that?" he asked quietly.

"Sounds like an owl," I answered.

"There no owls in London," he added.

"Welcome to the country, can you tell me what other animals are here?" I asked.

"Horses, eagles, badgers, and fox's." he listed.

"Well, we have a long holiday and maybe we can ask the Pevensies to come exploring with us." I said turning out the light. "We can explore the grounds, and the fields, and the woods."

"Tomorrow?" Henry suggested with a yawn.

"Tomorrow," I confirmed.

We went to bed with ease, listening to the new sound of the country side. Hearing the owls, crickets, and countless nocturnal animals sing their melody.

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So yeah, I consider of writing another Narnia story. This one will have no romance whatsoever simply friendship. The prophecy remains the same so no fear. Also mixing some of the BBC and Disney version into the plot.

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