Chapter 1 – Unknown

It was that time of year when summer becomes cooler, the weather more damp, and the leaves change colours. It was back to school for the many students at St. Fimbars and Hendon House boarding schools, all of which were at King's Cross Train Station in London.

Suitcase in hand, Peter Pevensie was making his way across a very crowded train station to meet up with his brother Edmund. While narrowly avoiding wiping out a little girl, a boy about his age and his friends who were easily twice his size shoved him. Dropping his suitcase, he spun around to face the jerk that had purposely shoved him. It was Draco Malfoy, the same Draco Malfoy who had bullied him when they were younger.

"Aren't you going to apologize?" roared Malfoy who was caught between laughing and trying to look tough.

Clenching his jaw and his fist, he was not going to let Draco Malfoy intimidate him, Peter, High King of Narnia. "Shouldn't you be the one apologizing for being so revolting?" And without giving it a single thought, he had closed the gap between them and Peter's fist hit Draco square in the jaw. Before he knew what was happening a group of Malfoy's friends were upon him. It was four against one (it would have been five but Draco was too cowardly to get into it himself).

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Susan was across the road at the newspaper stand catching up on her current affairs before heading off to school. A boy her age and relatively nerdy came and stood beside her.

"You go to St. Fimbars?" The boy asked.

"That's right." She said dully.

"I go to Hendon House, across the road." He paused, debating whether he should continue or not. "I've seen you." Susan looked up at him and smiled. "Sitting by yourself."

Susan frowned; she had almost thought he was sweet. "Yes, well, I prefer to be left alone." She replied coolly, turning around.

"Me too." Susan rolled her eyes, God he does not give up. "What's your name?"

She blinked, was he actually asking me that in hopes of an honest answer? I'd better make up a name quick. "Phyllis," she lied. But as soon as the lie had escaped her mouth a voice called out her actual name. It was Lucy.

"You'd better come quickly," Lucy panted, clearly out of breath from running across the road. Glancing at Lucy then back at the boy, she placed the magazine back on the rack and picked up her suitcase before she and Lucy hurriedly made their way across the street and into the train station.

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