Chapter 1

Duelling into other worlds

face referances;;

corren cromwell; alex pettyfer

gwen burrows; katie mcgrath

Corren paired himself up with another slytherin seventh year and got straight to work. It was the class before lunch and he was in Defence Against the Dark Arts with his head of House Professor Snape. Greasy blighter. Corren, as previously mention partnered up with a fellow Slytherin Seventh year. They were to be practising, a bit of advanced defensive and offensive non verbal magic. The desks had vanished leaving the DADA room rather bare, perfect for a bit of advanced duelling. Corren had always loved Duelling, especially since his fifth year when he had learnt how to properly accomplish non-verbal spells.

Corren stood at the ready, his school bag left laying on the floor behind him with the other students packs, and he wand up in front of his face. Professor Snape gave the signal to begin and the non verbal magic of the students in the room shot off at their opponents. Corren silently threw out his arm, robe thrashing hither tither, as a jet of red like shot easily from his wand. He'd just shot the spell Rictusempra at his partner. Thinking fast, his partner conjured up the handy magical shield, deflecting the red jet back toward him. Corren held fast his wand and dodged out of the way.

The shots went back and forth between them for some time, each effectively producing a shield before the other could make a proper hit. It wasn't long however before Corren felt a rather strange sensation run threw his body. Had his partner just hit him with something? Corren griped his wand further and looked down upon himself. Nothing SEEMED to be different. He still wore his full school uniform, slacks, underpants, dress shoes, socks, white button up blouse, sweater-vest and black robe with a green satin lining. He raised an eyebrow as the feeling subsided, only to be shocked further at the backstabbing blow of his housemate.

Corren would never, in a fair duel, hit someone, even with a verbal spell. When his or her back was turned. The fact that his partner had down it upset him but he wasn't really given time to think over the matter as the jet of light hit him. It was a solid hit, as though someone had just thrown a concrete block at his stomach. Correns breath was knocked out of him and he was thrown backward. It would have been better for Corren had he simply landed on the pile of school packs. He was not how ever, so lucky.

Everything went blurry as he spun, doing something of an unwilling barrel roll, making his rather sick. He collided not with backpacks however, but with rather solid ground. Any breath left in Corren had vanished now as he clutched his abdomen with shock. 'What the Bloody hell!' he thought, faintly recognizing the smell of fresh air and grass, though it was a smell unlike the fresh air and grass he was used to. He managed to shove his wand back in his pocket as he wriggled around in pain and finally after what seemed like hours, regained his breath, and was able to stand up.

Looking around Corren was at further shock. Not only had he been caught off guard with a rather nasty spell, he could not, for the life of him, name the place he now stood. He was standing on a lush green hill, the sky was bright and clear, and all around him lay more land covered in the beautiful grass on which he now stood. "What sort of ruddy spell did that git cast on me?" Corren said raising a hand to his forehead to block out the sun. His hand free hand briskly double checking he had his wand before sticking it in his pants pocket.

The vast expanse that lay before him was so fantastic, Corren was having a hard time trying to believe that he'd had a spell cast upon him. It didn't matter WHO that kid was, there was no way he possessed the magical ability to do this to him. Correns' hand was still raised to shield his eyes from the blazing sun above as he glance around the scene. The rolling green hills and the bright blue sky were almost breath taking. Aside from having just had the air knocked out of him he was felling rather well. But what on earth was he supposed to do now? Providing he was in fact, still ON earth. It was such a queer thing to have happened that he wasn't really sure what to do next. Loads of options raced through his mind, but the foremost questions were those that asked things like, whether or not his magic would work, or what he would eat. How would he get back to Hogwarts? Were their other people in this world?

It was not Correns first question, but one all the same that was answered rather quickly after it ran through his mind. He could swear he heard hoof beats, getting louder by the second. He scanned the horizon without turned around and put his hand in his pocket, gripping his wand, hoping to god that his magic would work if he needed it. There was a voice behind him suddenly and Corren wiped himself around, flinging out his wand arm, pointing at the source of words.

"Excuse me," said the girl riding a rather good looking horse. "Excuse me. Are you lost?" She asked Corren with a curious frown. Corren held tight his wand, raising an eyebrow wondering it he should trust this unusually dressed maiden. "I... Er.." he said deciding she was not a threat, and relaxing the hold on his wand but keeping it in hand out of habit. "Well.. I suppose.." He said trailing off still unsure of what exactly was going on. "Er.. Yeah.. I reckon I am." Corren now stowed his wand away in his inside robe pocket. "Could you tell me.. I mean, if it's not a strange request.. Where exactly I am?" He trailed off stuffed his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels waiting for the girl to reply. The girl which, he had noted to be really rather good looking to boot.

The Girl smiled into a bright grin. "It's not a strange request at all. You're on the Green Hill in the land of Narnia."

Corren removed his hands from his pockets and crossed them in front of his chest. He grinned at her when she gave him a smile, then put on a look of even more imminent confusion. 'what the bloody hell are those places? a place actually NAMED green hill.. narnia? surely not in Scotland...' he thought, raising a hand and rubbing the back of his head thoughtfully. Perhaps he had hit his head harder than he thought? A beautiful place like this, with names that were surely only real in his imagination. And this beautiful girl on a grand horse... Corren shook himself out of his visions of beautiful girls on horses and back to the problem at hand. His location.

The girls grin fading, was replaced by a kindly, but slightly confused expression. "I'm sorry, sir, but where are you from, originally, if not from Narnia? Are you from Calormen? You're too fair to be a Telmar..."

Corren gave him self a quick pinch before she continued to ask if perhaps he was from somewhere called Calormen or Telmar. Both place he of course, and never heard of. And both names which further made him realize (if the pinch wasn't enough) that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't dreaming at all and this grand expanse of land and beauty was in fact real.
Corren shook his head and the girl, now taking a much more relaxed position and putting his hands back in his pockets. Did she just call him.. Sir? "Er.." he began biting his bottom lip, unsure.. "No I've never heard of those places." Corren raised a hand and combed his fingers quickly through his hair before continuing. "Actually, I'm for er.. Britain?" he said trailing off, sure she wouldn't know where, or WHAT that even was.

"Britain?" She repeated, rolling the strange word around her mouth. "I'm sorry, but I've never heard of Britain."

Of course she didn't know,. But, none the less, he'd get on with the interaction. He added in a little comment about her calling him sir however. "Corren actually." Corr said matter of factly. "You really needn't call me sir. Far to high of a title for someone like me." He said with a chuckle, he was just a newly aged wizard, not even out of school yet, people shouldn't call HIM sir. "Corren Cromwell." he said, taking it upon himself to introduce.. himself. He gave a tiny bow as it tipping his imaginary hat to her.

She laughed at His gesture. Not only was he good looking and gentlemanly, but he also had a discernible sense of humour. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Corren Cromwell. My name is Lady Gwendolyn Burrows." She would have curtseyed for him, but as she was currently seated atop a horse, that would have been quite a feat. She settled for a nod. "So tell me, Corren Cromwell. How is it that you arrived here in Narnia from Britain?"

Corren thought about it for a moment. "Well, you see... I was in class. We were practising non verbal duelling and then.. well. I'm not really sure what happened, but I was hit with some kind of jinx or... something. The bloody git I was duelling caught me off guard!" He complained before continuing. "Next thing I knew I was blown backward and landed, well.. " he stretched out his arms and looked around. "Here." He finished putting his hands back in his pockets and again rocking back and forth on his heels nervously. What if she didn't believe him? Or thought he was.. dangerous? Corren shook these horrid thoughts from his head and looked up at her with almost a pleading look. His gaze filled with truth and a need to be understood, or at the very least, trusted.

The girl's brown eyes softened and she smiled kindly at him.

"Well, at least you arrived here unharmed. But please, call me Gwen. I am not accustomed to hearing my full name and title on an ordinary day." Corren nodded in understanding as she leaned forward and crossed her arm's along her mare's neck. "Do you know how to ride, Corren Cromwell?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

Corren glanced at the horse then back to Gwen. "Not sure your horse likes me very much." he said, unsure of the whole.. doubling on a strange horse prospect. Perhaps he could just... apperate along with her? He might get kind of sick by the time they reach what ever the destination (merlin knows how far away it was and apperating dozens of times in a row couldn't be good for a person) was but.. He shook the thought from his head immediately. No, it was too soon for her to see apperation by far. No matter how good Corren was at it, or even if it WAS his favourite way to travel.

"And what makes you think that, Corren?" The wizard shrugged. "Chestnut here is a spoiled little brat, it's true, but she loves people. She loves the attention." She laughed and patted the mare's neck firmly. "Isn't that right girl?" Corren weakly chuckled as the mare burred and tossed her mane as she shifted her weight, like she was showing off for the boy. As the horse settled down, Gwen realized he seemed apprehensive about riding with her.

Finally Gwen asked, "You can ride, can't you?"

"Er.. well, I can ride... brooms..." Corren said trailing off, his face flushing scarlet. "Ok, since were sticking with the truth here." he said unlinking his hands and shrugging his shoulders. "No, I can't.." he trailed off looking for a way to redeem this embarrassing fault. "First time for everything?" he offered, hoping she would laugh.. to hard......

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