Hi! This is a very new story, I only had the idea to write it this morning! But I hope you like it and please review to tell me what you think and how I could improve it :)

It's basically the story of The Magician's Nephew but I've set it in more modern times and changed the main characters to make it a different story altogether. I hope you like it and please review!

Chapter 1

Polly had been bored for as long as she could remember; she thought the trouble was probably books. She read a lot of books and in them everything was exciting and fast-paced. Real life, in her opinion, was dull. We find her sprawled on the grass in her rather small garden (reading of course) and humming to herself, little did she know her own story was about to begin.

When she was reading she was in her own little world but the bang from the garden next door was enough to bring even Polly back to earth. She sat up quickly and listened but only a strange scuffling noise could be heard. As it got louder she grew a little afraid and wriggled backwards until her back was against the tree that stood in the centre of her garden. Then suddenly a hand appeared over the wall, Polly raised her eyebrows as a boy climbed over the top and jumped down to land in her garden, rubbing his eyes.

"Who are you?" She asked and he looked at her, startled. She was surprised to see that he looked like he'd been crying, she figured that at least if he was a burglar he was a sensitive one.

He just looked at her. He had a nice face she thought, pale skin and vivid blue eyes and a shock of blond hair.

"I'm Polly." She volunteered into the awkward silence and he seemed to recover slightly from the shock.

"Uh, I'm Digory." He said.

"That's an odd name." Polly observed, he didn't look to her like a Digory should look.

"So's Polly." He countered, frowning and she looked at him in surprise before smiling at him.

"I know."

The smile disarmed him somewhat, she looked very different to the grave girl she'd been a second ago.

"Why are you in my garden?" She asked him and he sighed heavily.

"I didn't know it was another garden, I got confused. Uncle told me there was an empty house next door and I was going to go have a look around." He explained.

"Oh you're the family that have just moved in!" She exclaimed, everything made much more sense to her at that revelation.

"Yes, well Mother and I -" He stopped for a minute and took a deep breath, "Mother and I have just moved in with my Uncle Albert and his wife."

"Oh I see. Is that why you were crying? Do you miss your old home?" She asked having noticed his pause to collect himself. He didn't look like the sort of boy who would cry either, she thought, although it seemed something that someone called Digory ought to do.

"I wasn't crying." He snapped.

"Yes you were, you have tear tracks all down your face." Polly replied imperiously, he'd no right to speak that way to her. Boys never snapped or cried in the books she read.

Digory raked a hand through his hair, "My Mum's ill, that's why we had to move and that's why I was crying – happy?" He said heatedly and she flinched from the emotion in his voice.

"Oh..." Polly was rarely at a loss for words but she had definitely put her foot in it and didn't know what to do. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"S'alright." He mumbled, scuffing his foot on the floor. Polly stood up and dusted off her dark blue dress. She bent down to pick up her book and tutted as she saw the cover was bent back, she got to her feet and pushed her long, black hair out of her eyes impatiently. When she'd stopped fussing over her book she noticed Digory was staring at her and was suddenly very conscious of the grass stains on her knees.

Digory however was not looking at her knees, his gaze had been caught and held by her intense green eyes. They reminded him of an emerald pendant his Mother had and only wore for special occasions.

"Um," He said, snapping out of it, "I have to go to dinner, I'll see you...sometime."

"Yes, I have to go fix my book so, yes goodbye." Polly seconded and he nodded, smiling.

She turned away and began to walk back to her house but once she was at her front door she looked back,

"I'm in the garden most of the time." She told him, "Just look over the wall."

"Okay." He said, laughing and she closed the door behind her.

Digory climbed back over the wall and ate his dinner in silence whilst his aunt and uncle argued and flirted, alternating between the two with head-spinning rapidity. Something about his encounter with Polly stuck with him and he found himself thinking almost solely about her for the rest of the evening.

Meanwhile Polly was also thinking about him during her own (far more pleasant) dinner and wondering why she couldn't seem to focus on her book.

But each of them was completely unaware of just how closely their fates and futures were entwined.