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Summary: Susan's journey in England was not done yet, but a different type of magic was at work…

Notes: I always thought that there could have been an actual reason why Susan had to stop believing for a time, a reason for one of the Pevensies, one of the Narnia-affected, to survive. This is one suggestion. Book-based, not film-based, therefore canon book colouring (both Edmund and Lucy are fair-haired, Susan has black hair, don't remember if Peter's was mentioned).

Legacy

Susan Pevensie lost almost her entire family at the age of twenty-one.

Five years later, however, she married a man who didn't laugh at her stories of Narnia and her family's deaths, but instead smiled and asked for more. His mind was open to magic and his love for the 'gentle queen' surpassed anything any other man had felt.

Four and a half years later she gave birth to her first child, a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. The Pevensie blue eyes. The Pevensie blonde hair – the golden curls of Edmund and Lucy, not her own dark curls.

Fifteen months after that, in the wintry new year of a new decade, she gave birth to a second child. Another daughter. A daughter with the Evans green eyes. The Evans red hair.

Lily. Lily who was, however, to carry the Pevensie legacy.

Magic flowed in Lily Evans' veins. When she was summoned to school, Susan marvelled at the truth. A new, a different type of magic. Her daughter was a witch, but she was not something to be feared. She was not the White Witch.

But there was a Dark Wizard.

As she grew older and her daughters grew apart, Susan began to feel something tugging on her heart.

As she held her second grandson in her arms, she almost laughed. He looked like his father, true. But he looked like a Pevensie, like an Evans. His mother's Evans eyes. The Pevensie nose and fair skin. The dark hair that was as much his Pevensie grandmother's as his Potter father's. She held him and she saw Peter. She saw Edmund. She saw Lucy. She saw herself.

And she saw Aslan.

This child was a leader. As she handed him back to his father, she whispered, "The Lion watch over you."

She knew it was not coincidence that her daughter had been sorted into a house of which the lion was a symbol. She knew her grandson was destined for that house, like his parents.

And when her daughter cried beside her bed, telling her that Harry was in danger, that he might be destined to face Voldemort, Susan patted her hand.

"He is," she said simply.

"What?" Lily gasped, horrified.

"The Pevensie legacy, my darling. Petunia might look like my brother and sister, but she's an Evans through and through. The magic, my darling, the magic was mine." Susan lifted a frail hand to smooth her daughter's cheek. "Don't fret. He will save England, just as we saved Narnia."

"You – you mean –"

"We found a world through a wardrobe. I forgot, for a time." Her blue eyes fixed on her daughter's green ones. "I think I know why now."

"Mum, please… Mummy…"

"I had to create our legacy. Pevensie became Evans, Evans became Potter. Magic met with magic, my darling. Harry Potter will save England, just as we saved Narnia."

"You told me you forgot Narnia."

Susan gave a wide smile. "Look at you, Lily. Look at your son. Your sister and her son. My purpose was not done yet, as it was with my brothers and sister."

Lily stared at her in wonder. "You had to deliver me. So I might deliver Harry."

Susan gave an understanding nod. "I'll take your family's love to your father and your aunt and uncles and grandparents. To James' parents too."

"No, Mummy, you can't die. I can't lose you too…"

"I'll watch over you, darling. Over Harry, over James. Even over those reprobate Marauders."

"Mum…"

"I know now why I had forgotten Narnia."

Finis