Author's note: Yay! A Harry Potter/Narnia crossover! I hope you like it :3
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and worlds. they belong to C.S. Lewis and J.K Rowling.
A Holiday In Narnia by digoryandpolly
Chapter 1: Preparations
"Hermione, wake up. Breakfast is ready."
Hermione opened her eyes and found Mrs Weasley.
She, Harry and Ron were at The Burrow one summer because they were going to Narnia for a holiday. They'd never spent a holiday together before so they planned of having one and they picked Narnia as their holiday destination. Yes, just the three of them. They told their plan to Professor McGonagall, the headmistress of Hogwarts that time. Professor McGonagall then wrote to the rulers of Narnia about the golden trio's plan of spending their holidays in their country. The rulers sent their letter of approval which means that Hermione, Ron and Harry could spend their holidays in Narnia. Professor McGonagall even said that the Kings and Queens already provided their "summer place".
"Oh, Mrs W-W-Weasley," said Hermione, yawning as she slowly sat up and stretched her arms.
"Come, dear. Harry and Ron are waiting for you," said Mrs Weasley. She went outside, leaving the door open.
Hermione looked around. It was still dark outside. She remembered the day when she, Harry and the Weasleys went to the Quidditch World Cup years ago. That made her smile. Wonderful memories always made her smile.
She got up, put on her jacket and went outside.
"Mum, bruckfasht ish grake," said Ron, his mouth full. "Ash yushual."
"Ron, manners," said Hermione sternly. "Honestly, when will you learn not to talk when your mouth is full?"
Ron swallowed the food in his mouth and filled his plate again with ham and sandwich, ignoring Hermione's words. There was a scowl on Hermione's face but she didn't start a fight. Instead, she continued eating what's in her plate until she's full.
"Oh what a breakfast, Mrs Weasley!" exclaimed Hermione, wiping her mouth with a napkin.
"Yeah, it was great, Mrs Weasley," agreed Harry, grinning.
"Oh, it was nothing," said Mrs Weasley, waving her hand. "I have an inkling that the food there in Narnia might be more delicious than mine."
No one spoke for a moment. It was an awkward moment among them – except Ron because he was still busy with his plate full of food – because they didn't know how to continue the conversation. Then Harry got up.
"I'm going to ready myself now, Mrs Weasley," said Harry.
"Okay, dear," replied Ron's mother. Harry went up the stairs and disappeared.
"Mrs Weasley, I'll go to my room now," said Hermione.
"Okay, dear."
Hermione got up and went away, leaving Ron who was still eating and filling his plate once again.
Meanwhile in Narnia, the Kings and Queen were also preparing for their visitor's arrival in the said country.
"Su, Ed, Lu, make yourselves presentable," said the High King during their breakfast. "And Lucy, don't suck your thumb. You're already too old to do that."
"I won't, I promise," said Lucy brightly.
"Pete, did you clarify in your letter that they're going to spend their holidays here?" asked Edmund.
"Well, not really. I just wrote in the letter that we've already provided a place for them," said Peter with a shrug.
"Oh, great," grumbled Edmund. He hated it when Peter does that every time people visit their country.
"How many are they, Peter?" asked Susan.
"Only three," answered Peter as-a-matter-of-factly as if it's the most obvious answer to his sister's question.
They continued eating in silence. The dining room was so silent except for the clashing of spoons and forks and plates. Susan was the first to get up.
"I'm going to pick my best dress from my closet. Oh I have a good hunch about today." And she went off.
One by one, they exited the dining room and went to their own rooms to "make themselves presentable".
Lucy opened her wardrobe and began shuffling her dresses but none of those catch her attention.
"What am I going do to?" grumbled Lucy, folding her arms. "I'll just go to Susan and ask some advice.
She went out of her room and headed to Susan's. Lucy knocked on her sister's door and she heard her said, "Come in".
She peeked inside and saw Susan fretting over her dresses.
"Oh, what shall I wear?" asked Susan, troubled. Lucy entered and looked at her sister's dresses lay neatly in their owner's bed.
"I think this suits you, Susan," said Lucy as she picked a sky blue dress. Then, she placed it in front of Susan.
"No, it's too flow-y," said Susan, shaking her head.
"Hmmm…. How about this one?" Lucy picked a lavender dress. "It's not too flow-y and not too stiff."
"I think so," replied Susan.
Lucy handed the dress to Susan.
"Susan, I was fretting over the same thing," said Lucy. "I don't know what to wear, too."
"Okay, come on," said Susan, wrapping her arm around her shoulders. "I'm going to help you, too."
Together, they went out of Susan's room.
"Hermione, are you ready, dear?" asked Mrs Weasley, peeking inside Hermione's room.
"I'm still looking for my wand, Mrs Weasley," said Hermione as she slipped her hand under her bed. "Where's that stupid sti- ah, here it is."
Hermione stood up and put her wand in her pocket.
"I'm all ready," said Hermione, shouldering her bag.
Together, Mrs Weasley and Hermione went down the stairs.
"Mrs Weasley, are Harry and Ron all ready?" asked Hermione.
"Yes, dear. They're already in the kitchen, waiting for you," replied Mrs Weasley.
"Oh, I have a wonderful feeling this holiday will be a great one," said Hermione, her eyes shone with expectation and excitement.
"I hope you'll enjoy your stay there, Hermione," said Mrs Weasley.
They were already in the kitchen and Hermione spotted Harry and Ron sitting on the dining chairs, sipping coffee.
"Well, good bye, dearies," said Mrs Weasley after Harry and Ron finished their coffee. "Enjoy your holidays!"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione kissed Mrs Weasley goodbye.
"Mum, why can't we use Floo Powder?" asked Ron as he kissed her Mum.
"Professor McGonagall ordered not to," answered Mrs Weasley. "Instead, she handed me this Portkey. It will take you there." She handed the trio an owl statue. It was the size of a chicken and it was rather old because the paint was already peeling off.
"Thank you, Mrs Weasley," chorused Harry and Hermione.
"Thanks, Mum," said Ron.
They kissed Mrs Weasley once again and went into their garden. Harry put the statue on the ground and they all knelt around it, holding parts of it tightly.
"On count of three," said Harry. "One. Two. Thr-"
"Ron, wait!"
They looked around and saw Mrs Weasley running toward them, carrying a folded maroon sweater.
"You forgot this," said Mrs Weasley, catching her breath as she hand the sweater to his son.
"Oh. Thanks, Mum," mumbled Ron, feeling embarrassed. He put it in his bag and held the portkey once again.
"Ready? Okay, on the count of three," said Harry. "One. Two. Three!"
And then they set off, leaving Mrs Weasley in the garden, staring at the grey sky.
End
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