An: I know, I know, I've got so many stories to update. On the bright side, "Memories" should have a new chapter coming up and I have an idea on how to continue "Purity of the Shadows". Yet, another idea popped into my head so I'll post this part one out of three and hope for the best afterwards.

To tell you the truth, it did start out as a oneshot. It just kept on growing and growing.

Disclaimer: All properties of the Chronicles of Narnia belong to the original writer and filmmakers. Even if many of us wish it for a Christmas present.

Summary: Aslan, in his all knowing ways, had put in place four magical guardians for Narnia. They live on the other side, from where the lines of the Kings started. Unknowingly, with her treachery, the White Witch has unleashed something even more frightening than she anticipated. Against herself.

Beware of the Ophiuchus, milady, for it is he who strikes the fastest.

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The Ophiuchus

Part One: Ophiuchus arrival

Edmund's life changed on his eleventh birthday. He could remember it clearly since it was just a year before the war broke out. Since it wasn't a school day, Edmund had been allowed to sleep in a little more than usual. So when he did come down for breakfast, his mum had already left with Peter and his sisters to go shopping for his birthday lunch and dinner. Only his father had stayed at home especially for his third child. They had this connection between them that was much stronger than what Edmund and his mum had.

It was just past ten when the door rang to his change of life. A bit bewildered at to who would come on this fine day, relatives and friends were suppose to come much later for the birthday celebration, Mr. Pevensie went to get the door. In the frame of the doorway stood a peculiar man. He couldn't be older than in his late thirties, maybe mid-forties if one thought him to be older, with the most reddish-coper hair that the family man had ever seen. But that wasn't what made him so peculiar, it was what he was wearing: a sort of mauve suit with beige stripes that didn't even match his bright orange tie.

"Good morning Mr. Pevensie, despite the early hour, I was wondering if I can come in?" The visitor's voice was grave and strong, with just a dash of charisma that didn't rang any warning bells in Mr. Pevensie's mind.

"It depends on what on you want to discuss. We aren't buying nor are we selling anything. It would be a bit time wasting for you to come in if that was the case." He hadn't moved at all from the doorway yet to let the man come in.

"This would be a very different matter. It concerns your youngest son, Edmund Pevensie I believe? I am a representative of an elite private boarding school and your son has been selected to be able to attend it. If you would be so kind, I would like to explain to you the situation."

Now this was something you wouldn't hear every day. Since his wife and the rest of his family were out, Mr. Pevensie deemed it safe enough for this stranger to come in. He gestured so that the odd looking man could come in to his humble abode straight into the living room. "Should Edmund be present for this as well?" Mr. Pevensie inquired, for if his son was concerned for a different school, then he should be present.

"Yes please. This school is only for certain gifted children. An explanation must be given for the both of you before you can truly understand the situation. But first, where are my manners? My name is Professor Albus Dumbledore, Deputy Headmaster." The red-head extended a hand that was shooked by the parent. "I'll just wait hear for young Edmund and you before I begin my explanation then?"

"If you don't mind. Would you like some tea or some coffee?" So far, the man in front of him did not strike him as someone crazy, nor as a threat. It would be rude for the man to remiss in his manners.

"If you would be so kind for a cup of tea." Professor Dumbledore pleasantly asked.

"Of course." Mr. Pevensie went back to the kitchen where his son was still there. "Edmund, can you please come into the living room. There is a professor there saying that you have been accepted in a boarding school. He would like to explain the situation with you present."

"Sure dad. I'll be there in an instant." Indeed, that was what happened. As soon as the kettle whistled its tune, Edmund had already finished eating and had even helped his dad prepared a tray with a tea pot and cups.

They both entered the room where the strangely clothed professor was sitting calmly in one of the chairs. From somewhere, he had produced a couple of leaflets, that were laying innocently on the table, and had a letter in his hand. Edmund and his dad sat down on the sofa, just as soon as Mr. Pevensie had served the Professor a cup of tea.

"So, what is this about Professor Dumbledore?"

"Do you believe in magic?" The man started off.

"I'm sorry, in what?" Mr. Pevensie asked.

"Magic, Mr. Pevensie." He took out a long piece of wood from practically thin air. "Let me show you." He waived his wand towards a cushion. Said cushion began to levitate into thin air, much to the surprise of the father and son. "Magic, as you can see, is very much real. Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry is from where I come from."

Mr. Pevensie was a rational man who prefer to see proof rather than hear it. He calmly listened and looked closely at the cushion to see if there were any strings or trickery. It was levitating like that in the middle of his living room. "I see. But what does that have to do with Edmund?"

"Your son, Edmund, is a wizard, Mr. Pevensie. A Muggleborn to be more precise, which means in Wizarding terms, someone who is born from Muggle, a non-magical person, family. It is my job, as Deputy Headmaster, to come to young Muggleborn homes to explain the situation. With me so far?"

The two males nodded. "Very good. Here young Mr. Pevensie, your Hogwarts' letter." The letter in his hand was given to the young birthday boy.

The letter was of creamy color with green ink that stated the exact location where Edmund was sitting, which was in the living room. On the back was a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H. Opening the envelope, Edmund took out some parchments that were the letters in that same creamy color with words in green ink.

He took out the first one and read it out loud for his father to hear.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ARMANDO DIPPET

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Pevensie,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Yours sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore, Deputy Headmaster

Questions came to mind for both boy and man. Questions that the Professor willingly answered as they passed the morning. Albus Dumbledore left just before one, half an hour before the rest of the Pevensie returned home.

Mr. Pevensie knew that he was a much more rational man than his wife. She came from an older catholic family and he didn't know what she would think about this turn of events. That was why he reached an important decision concerning his son.

After a lengthy discussion with himself, Mr. Pevensie told his son to hide his extraordinary abilities from both his mother and his siblings. His mother due to her religious background. Peter and Susan were much more closer with there mother then their father, so they may let it slip. And Lucy, sweet innocent Lucy, was much to young to understand the importance of secrets.

The official version was that Edmund had been accepted on a scholarship program for a boarding school in Scotland. It would be their little secret between the two of them.

Another piece of good news was that the family had been looking for a different school for Edmund. They had withdrew their youngest from the previous school due to to much bullying for the past two years. The administration had done nothing concerning the situation, hence the more drastic actions. Luckily that they had done so, for Edmund had started to grow more distant and broodier in front of all his miseries.

Peter was the one who stumbled upon the situation half a year ago. He was the one who tried his best and warned the adults. But it was slightly to late for Edmund had grew weary of his older brother who hadn't come to protect him when he needed it.

But that was another story for another time.

— OotW —

Three years had passed and fourteen years old Edmund found himself on a train with the rest of his siblings. The war was raging more terribly than ever, forcing nearly all the underage children from London to evacuate to the countryside.

On top of that, Edmund had lost his only true confidant: his father. He didn't even dare try to write a letter, for fear of breaking the law. This made him turn even more sullen than when he was eleven, refusing Peter's authority on the basis that he wasn't their father and tormenting Lucy for she still held that innocence that would never regain.

They didn't carry much, only two suitcases and a bag for each. Of course, Edmund had his wand, hidden and shrunk on his forearm thanks to his holster, a gift from his mentor. The wand was of twelve inch in length, semi-rigid and had a dragon heartstring as its core. But that wasn't all that made his wand interesting. It was made of Cedar with Pine sap giving the light reddish-orangish brown look a slight silvery aspect.

Also, hidden beneath his shirt, was a medallion that his mentor had gifted him as a belated birthday present during his first year. The medallion was of small oval shape made of silver with the symbol of his house in jade. His mentor told him that it would give the wearer some for of protection and would enable Edmund to call on his fellow Witches and Wizards, that followed the Creed, for help, if need be. It was an enormous gift that Edmund did not know how to repay.

From time to time, the medallion would grew slightly hot to remind Edmund that he was never alone. It brought him great comfort during many frightening nights.

After what seemed like hours to Edmund, the train stopped on a miserably looking platform. The siblings stepped off , shivering as they waited in the cold country air for the person that was suppose to come pick them up. A certain Mrs. Macready whom, when they finally met her, was the perfect incarnation of a cranky old spinster that nobody wanted to get on her bad side. At their very first meeting, she had crankily ordered them to, in more lay-man terms with less words and flourish, to be extremely discreet and not have any fun that would encourage noises.

The children's' moods dipped even further than before. Lucy, normally a bundle of sunshine, had darkened to match the grey-black clouds in the sky above them. Susan and Peter grew even graver and serious than ever before, for they were to be the 'adults' of the quartet. Edmund, on the other hand, turned even more icier and haughtier, a mask that his mentor had taught him to belong to the Wizarding World.

But they suck up all their resentment and took note of their good fortune. They were going to live in a mansion, not some ratty drafty old barn or farmhouse, they were safe in the countryside, far away from the dropping bombs, and they were together, many siblings did not have such a luxury as they did.

The first week passed by with sunlight and warmth, just like summer aught to be. The siblings passed the time outside, far away from the dragon-lady Macready sphere of influence. There were vast fields, bordered on some sides with woods, which allowed Edmund enough space to be as taciturn as he wanted it to be from his siblings. Which wasn't very much since his little sister, Lucy, tried to drag him into their games. He complied under duress from Peter and Susan, at least that was his excuse. The truth was, he did not know how to truly reconnect with his siblings anymore.

Then, the first half of the second week passed by similarly, but on Thursday morning, their luck changed. Dark grey clouds filled the sky, bearers of the English rain that could go on for days. The mood matched the weather as the Pevensie tried to entertain themselves to the best of their abilities.

Then, Lucy proposed to play a game of hide-and-go-seek. After much grumbling, all of the siblings agreed to play. Edmund had beaten Lucy for a hiding spot behind some curtains. The youngest of the Pevensie pouted for just a brief moment, before Peter's counting voice urged her to find another hiding spot.

Edmund waited patiently for Peter to finish counting. However, once Peter reached the number "ninety-six", Lucy burst out from some spare room or another, shouting that she was back from who knows where. Edmund didn't understand to much of what was happening from all the nonsensical noises she was making. Peter and Susan additional input wasn't helping in any way.

Lucy was known for her vivid imagination, so Edmund used this opportunity to tease her once more. His statement was actually true for he did once find a football field, but when he was looking for the toilets. Hogwarts was the perfect place to say semi-truths in the form of teasing.

His heart pained slightly when his sister weeped a bit, but grew back to stone when his brother scolded him. He desperately wish he could send an owl to his mentor. He would receive in exchange words of comfort and advice that he so desperately needed in these dark times.

But he couldn't send an owl. It was much to dangerous. The two-way journals took to much time since Edmund couldn't look at it to often. But that was what he would have to do as he waited.

That night, as to much liquid in his system made him leave his bed, Edmund saw Lucy leave the girls' room. The candle flickered the shadows. Shadows that he had learned how to navigate when he had gone to school. It was merely child's play to follow his younger sister. For his initiation, Edmund had to track down and follow, for more than two hours, his mentor. All of this, without being caught.

Edmund saw his sister enter the wardrobe, the one she said she had hidden for more than a couple of hours. Feeling mischievousness, Edmund followed her inside, wanting to play a practical joke. He entered silently in the wardrobe. Then, he closed the door while whispering "I hope that your aren't afraid of the dark, Lucy."

No response. Frowning slightly, Edmund ventured deeper into the wardrobe. "Lucy?" He called out softly. "Lucy, where are you?" Concern replaced his amusement. Where in the nine circles of Hell was Lucy?

The wardrobe was deeper than he thought it was. An endless forest of fur coats hid his view of the back. Forest would be the most appropriate term. As if by magic, the fur coats turned into pine trees delicately covered in snow. The back of the wardrobe was a country filled with snow.

Shivering, Edmund called out again. "Lucy? You can come out now. I believe you so stop hiding. Lucy? LUCY?" His body was racked with shivers. He continued to trudge forward amidst deep snow, his bathrobe barely covering him from the cool breeze and freezing white ice.

In the distance, bells clanged. Edmund could deduce from where they came from. All of the sudden, from out of nowhere in the misty white, a sled appeared. Edmund barely had the time to dodge in a soft path of fresh snow before it barreled past him, amidst a "YAH!" from its driver.

The sled stopped as a dwarf jumped out, his whip high above him. Edmund tried crawling away from him, but it was no use. The dwarf continued to advance towards him, murder gleaming in his eyes. Using his whip, he brought Edmund towards him. A small cry of terror emitted from the younger teen. A dagger at his belt went into his hand, its target was the pale white throat.

The dwarf stopped from some unseen signal.

"What is it, Ginarrbrik?" The cold, crystalline voice from the other occupant of the sled rang out.

Edmund, thinking that the occupant could save him, cried out. "He won't let go!"

The dagger dug deeper into Edmund's neck. "Is that how you address the Queen of Narnia?" The dwarf hissed out angrily into his ears, loud enough for everyone to hear.

His mentor would hit him on the head for the disrespect. Rule number thirteen out of twenty, even if you dislike the person in front of you, treat them with the utmost respect that is due to their rank. "I didn't know?" That could seem like a possible excuse.

He saw his end come near as the maniacal gleam grew even brighter in Ginarrbrik's eyes. "Well, you shall know her better afterwards." The dagger sailed high into the sky, ready to descend on its deadly course.

Barely before it could fulfill its purpose, that same voice rang out once more. "Wait!" The dagger halted, still high in the sky. "What is your name Son of Adam?"

"Edmund, your majesty." The last two words were an afterthought, but at least he hadn't forgotten them.

The other occupant gestured a thin, pale hand for him to approach. Something he was forced to do with great reinforcements from Ginarrbrik's menace of a whipping. The Queen, for even her regal bearing could only make her as such, took one look at him before something passed through her eyes. "Come near me, you must be cold, Edmund." Something foggy crept into his mind. His mind screamed something to him, but he didn't know what it was. The medallion, still buried beneath his clothes, began to grow hot, yet Edmund couldn't understand why. Foggy and clear, foggy and clear, the two state of minds alternated before settling to foggy.

"Thank you, your majesty." Edmund was spellbound to the Queen in front of him.

"Tell me Edmund, are you thirsty?" The voice was even more bewitching than before.

"Yes, your majesty." Despite the white fur that the Queen generously shared with him, shivers still racked his body.

From somewhere in her clothing, the White Queen, for her clothing was pure white hence the title, took out a bottle filled with vile green liquid. She shed barely a drop of it on the snow. From it appeared a cup filled with something smoking warm. The dwarf lifted it up to his queen who then presented it to Edmund. He thanked her, still a bit stuttering from her icy aura.

Hide your knowledge. Pretend to be awed. A voice rang out in Edmund's head. The medallion grew even hotter on his skin, shocking him just enough for him to regain … something. "How did you do that?" He already knew the answer, magic. Despite that, the awe in his voice was quite present, just like the first time he saw something magical at Hogwarts.

The White Queen laughed, not warmly as one would think, but cold as the Northern Wind. "I can make anything you like." She stated with utter conviction.

The medallion didn't burn as it kept a constant source of warmth on his skin. Pretend you are a weak minded fool. The voice continued, it sounded a bit like his mentor. The person who took care of him for two years at school, in spite of the family's fierce reputation and stance against Edmund's background.

"Can you make me taller?" It was the question he could think of amidst his foggy mind.

The Queen laughed at the question. Edmund could see that she thought him to be a shallow person. "Anything you want to eat."

That perked Edmund up. "Turkish Delight." As an after thought, he added. "Your majesty."

Another poison green drop fell to the snowy ground. A silver box appeared in its stead. When Edmund received it, he abandoned all manners as he opened the silver box and took out one of the delicious morsels to cram it in his mouth. There were thirty pieces of rose colored pieces covered with powdered sugar in the box. He crammed fifteen pieces quickly and thoroughly. In between the pieces, he answered the Queen's questions about his family.

"You know, I don't have any children of my own. You seem like a good boy. Would you agree to become a Prince of Narnia by my side?"

Edmund could only nod in wonder. The word "Narnia" rang a bell in his mind, but where and why?

"Although there is one little problem that must be rectified. Do you agree that a king needs servants?" Edmund agreed vocally. "Then what better servants than your own siblings? Bring them to Narnia so that I can meet them. In exchange, you'll be a prince among princes and you'll have rooms full of Turkish Delights."

Careful. Danger. Proceed with caution. The medallion burned coldly on his skin. Edmund agreed, feeling sick from all those sugary pieces, or at least he hoped it was that. Acquiescing, Edmund only wanted to leave.

The White Queen than bade him away with the final promise to bring his family. Her sled dashed away, back into the mist. Barely a few minutes after, Lucy popped out from somewhere. Edmund barely registered what she was saying, following her in some sort of daze.

It was only Peter asked him if what Lucy said was true — he didn't know how they got back —, that Edmund registered where he truly was. The question processed in automatic mode, he resulted back to his defensive mode, with snark and ridicule. "I-I was just playing along. You know what little children are like these days, they just don't know when to stop pretending." As soon as the words escaped his lips, he regretted it what away. The fog in his mind grew stronger in his mind. Why was he alienating his siblings?

The medallion grew hotter against his skin. The fog cleared slightly for one idea to appear clearly. Alienate kin for protection. Something was wrong with him. If anyone could help us, then it was his mentor.

— OotW —

The ride on the train and the trip on the lake amazed Edmund. Everything was so new, so … magical. Everything was so overwhelming. He knew that he was at a disadvantage, what with him being an outsider to this new world.

A distinct disadvantage that he clearly felt when he entered, by accident, a carriage full of older snobbish students. They mocked him on his curiosity, jeering on his ignorance. He didn't looked forward to the next seven years if a majority of the students were like that.

Entering the Great Hall, Edmund stared at the Glass Ceiling. The stars shown brightly in the dark night. Then he saw, right in front of the whole group of other eleven years old, on a stool, a raggedy looking hat. Why was it doing there?

Then, the hat began to sing. It described, in a couple of words, each different Houses. Edmund had read about them quickly in one of his books: Hogwarts, A History. He hoped to be in Ravenclaw. Knowledge was power, that was a fact. Gryffindor was to much in the spotlight, but it wouldn't be a bad second choice. Hufflepuff would be his last one. He desperately hoped that it would be in one of the two first mentioned.

The letters passed by, going from A to P, up until Edmund was called up to the stool. The raggedy Sorting Hat slipped over his eyes. The Hat's voice rang inside his head. The voice was silky, hard, sweet and full of intelligence. It also had the sharp tang of decisiveness. Edmund belonged to the one House that would be very difficult to integrate him.

The feast passed by in a blur. Edmund barely touched his plate. He felt sick in the stomach as others around him didn't say anything, but practically sneered at who he was. All except the upper years students. They would peer disapprovingly at the younger first to third years. There attitude would not suffice for the Serpent House of Slytherin. There was something that the fourth and upper were aware that the younger weren't.

As the whole group walked towards their Common Room, Edmund found himself next to a sixth year, at least, that what she looked like. She walked with him, her bearing a deterrent for others to try and bother him. The other students made room for her gliding towards one of the best places near the fire. With one glance, the person on her left vacated from his spot. With a small gesture, she beckoned Edmund to the free space. As soon as he sat down, his Head of House, the Potions Professor, Professor Horace Slughorn.

"Greetings my old and new students. For my older ones, welcome to a new year at Hogwarts. For my new ones, I am Professor Slughorn, your Head of House. You have been sorted to the most Noble and Ancient House of Slytherin. Now, most of you have heard that this House Founder, Salazar Slytherin, had wanted only Purebloods, and yes, that is the case for most of the time. But Salazar Slytherin also wanted the best of the best, those that represented entirely his chosen capability. That is why, from time to time, Half-bloods and, rarely, Muggleborns are sorted in here."

He let the murmurs continue for a little while, before a bang from his Head Boy and Prefects brought back the silence.

"Let me be brief so that you may all go to bed. This year, a Muggleborn, Edmund Pevensie has been sorted in this House. Normally, my speech would order you to keep any discourse inside, and only inside, these walls. On top of that, I order to not show the struggle of blood status outside of here. Mr. Pevensie will be one of us, a Pureblood, or more a Half-Blood raised in the Wizardry World."

Once more, he let the murmurs be quieted by those in charge. The beauty next to Edmund put a hand on his. She smiled softly, her eyes gave warmth to him, and ice to those that tried to glared at Edmund.

The Head of House continued. "To remedy that, a Noble and Most Ancient House must take young Edmund Pevensie under their wing." He caught the older girl's eye. "I see that it has already been remedied. Introduce yourself for the few who aren't aware, my dear."

The girl bowed her head regally. Her porcelain skin glittered with the orange and red of the flames, emphasized by her jade black skin that cascaded in ringlets down her back. Piercing blue eyes turned cold or warm in brief instances, as Edmund had seen.

"Of course Professor. For the few of you who have been living under a rock for the past couple of years, or who is an utter dunderhead, my name is Myra Black, from the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black. From now on, Edmund Pevensie, would be under our protection. He is now a Ward of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black. Any actions taken against him, would be consider taken against my family and I." She gazed in each and every pair of eyes from the younger ones, to be sure that they understood completely the situation. There was always a young hot-blooded student unaware of the complex political system that had be put in place. It would be a shame for someone to be … cast outside from this … future alliance opportunities.

The silence stayed for a couple of minutes. The older students let their current Queen say her piece.

It got broken by a clap of the Potions Professor's hands. "Well then, off to bed all of you. Prefects, show the first years to their rooms and explain the rules. I trust that everything will be going accordingly." He turned around and left the Common Room.

Edmund was stopped from leaving his seat by the same hand that hadn't left his. "As a Black's Ward, you are entitled to share my private rooms. A bed has been installed in a spare part, just for you." The room emptied as the hand caressed his cheek softly, just like his mother did when she wanted to sooth him. "Poor child, you are to carry a heavy burden. You are alienated from this world because of your background. You are alienated from your old world with your new one. I will be your mentor, your guide in this new world."

She got up and knelt to his level. "I swear to protect you, young one. I swear to guide you in this world. I will be your mentor, your teacher, your sister and your protector. In exchange, you will do your utmost best to be worthy of the name of Black. You will swear fealty you and your line to protect my own line and life. Will you agree to this Edmund Pevensie? Will you agree to swear fealty to the Line of Black in exchange for its protection?"

Edmund felt himself overwhelmed by the events. "Before I swear, if I ever do, why me? Why did you chose to protect me when you didn't even know who I am?"

The older teen smiled at the younger one. "All will be answered tomorrow. Know just this, you were sent to me in a dream. I saw you grow older, then younger before older once more. That dream came to me for three weeks, night after night. So when you came through those doors, I realized why it came to me. Sleep tonight on my proposal. Tomorrow night, I'll bring you to the meeting for you to understand why I have chosen you."

She stood up gracefully. With elegant white hands, she dusted and straightened her robes. "Come now, Edmund. Let me show you to your rooms. Once I am gone, they will be yours as well." One of the hands held out helped Edmund out of his seat. He took it and followed her to one of the connected rooms. It was a simple room with a bed and his trunk at its foot. The walls were painted with green and silver mixed, discretely, with the emblem of the Blacks.

"Thank you, Miss." Edmund told her.

She answered back with a small laugh, clear and high that brought joy. "Just Myra, Edmund, just Myra. Good night and sweet dreams. My room is right next to yours if you need any help. I'll come get you in the morning for breakfast and a tour of the castle." Casting a look at the trunk, she paused. "I'll see what clothing you'll be wearing. If need be, I will be sending for more … appropriate clothing for your station as a Ward of the Black." Just before she left the room, she launched a "Good night, Edmund."

That night, Edmund slept deeply the peaceful sleep of the young innocent. The next morning, Myra came to wake him gently. "Time to get up, Edmund. I'll leave you thirty minutes to get ready. Be ready by then." She ordered him. Her tone was kind, at the same time, it was firm.

Edmund quickly got up and scrambled in his clothes. He didn't dare disobey his current protector. Taking in the states of his robes, she wrinkled slightly her nose. "For now, that will do. When Christmas comes, I'll be buying you a whole new wardrobe."

As they passed through the Common Room, Edmund caught the envious stares of the younger years. It would seem that his protector was quite powerful, bringing at bay any bully that he could have encountered, like in his previous school.

Entering the Great Hall, Myra steered him towards a different table than their House's. The banner on top of it had a roaring lion. Four other students of different Houses sat at it. All of the older ones were sixth years. The other Hufflepuff and Gryffindor students were both second years, while the Ravenclaw one was a third year.

Edmund noted that while other students sat beside them, none of them dared to look at them. Or, if they did, it was out of awe.

The sixth year Gryffindor nodded to them with a very big smile. "Myra, I see that you found your successor."

"Septimus, always so cheerful. This is Edmund Pevensie. Edmund, this is Septimus Weasley and his successor Brian Prewett." Edmund nodded to them. He received the same big smile from both.

"Next to them is Rosalba Doralia from Hufflepuff with her successor Michael Smith." They both nodded at Edmund, who reciprocated. Even if their face seemed neutral, their gentle souls shone through their eyes.

"And finally, Albert Commonsword from Ravenclaw with Leia Kerasos." The last two nodded from their books. Myra sat down, soon followed by Edmund. "Everyone, good morning."

Edmund was right next to Michael who smiled at the youngest. He helped Edmund get food from the various parts of the table, giving him advice on what could be good for breakfast. Michael was also a great source of information, encouraging Edmund to ask questions about his future school life.

Then, Edmund was treated to the fantastic sight of a ballet of owls coming towards the four tables. Each owl would swoop, dive, plummet or fly for many students, deposing their packets or letters. The younger boy was surprised to see a barn owl fly down just in front of him with two letters in its beak. The first letter was of high quality, what with the silver crest in the back and of the touch of the parchment. The second one was more plain, the writing more familiar. The latter came from his father. The former was addressed to Myra Black.

"How did dad …?" He trailed on, gazing at the letter in his hands. The barn owl stayed next to him, helping itself to pieces of bacon on his plate.

"I wrote to him last night." Myra told him while sipping her tea. "I sent one of my most discreet owls so that only your father would receive it." Seeing Edmund's surprised, she put down her cup before explaining. "If both of your parents were on board, then you would have had an owl or some way to communicate with them. If only one parent approved or was aware, then you must likely had to hide where you were going, so no forms of communications. On top of that, I've noticed that most of your stuff held more of a male touch than a female one, so most likely your father or an uncle. Then, I saw photos of your family on the bedside table, one of them being your father by himself, being nearer to you. I thought that it would be nice for you to write to him. You're here at Hogwarts, one of the greatest schools of witchcraft and wizardry. It would be quite a shame for you not to be able to talk about it at home."

She speared some pieces of apples from her fruit salad. "Oh, and Edmund? That owl is yours. Use it to communicate with your father." She airily told her.

Edmund smiled at her before he opened his letter. He didn't how he got so lucky, but Edmund was relieved to have such a guardian angel at his side.

— OotW —

Ever since he came back from the land in the wardrobe, Edmund wasn't feeling completely himself. Something inside of him … pushed him to bring his siblings to that winter country. No, not that winter country, it was called Narnia. That name rang a bell. But what? His mind was much to foggy to really know what was happening.

His physical appearance didn't change a bit. If someone was to glance at him, Edmund would appear to act normally. His inner turmoil wasn't visible. The worst part was that he couldn't even write about it in the two-way journal. The words didn't want to come out, even if something inside of him was screaming that something was wrong.

His medallion was always burning slightly against his skin. It helped him gain some insights of clarity. The same thoughts passed through his mind every time he reached that state of clarity. Protect Peter. Protect Susan. Protect Lucy. Don't go back. Over and over again, those thoughts rushed through his anchored themselves in his head, in his heart and in his soul. Even during the foggy states, those orders served as some sort of barrier to his actions.

The sunny weather helped immensely, as well as Peter and Susan's indifference to Lucy's story.

All went to naught on the day they played cricket. Edmund had been in the most confused state possible, so when he swung his bat, the ball sailed straight into one of the many numerous windows. The children hurried to the room where they thought the ball went in.

No sooner had they entered the hallway, they heard the Macready-dragon stomp her way towards them. They ran as quietly as they could. But she was swifter then she looked. They couldn't see her but they could hear her, approaching, closer and closer and closer.

Lucy turned around a corner. It was a dead-end, apart from a door. They rushed in the room where the wardrobe was. Hearing the Macready coming towards them, the children decided to hide in the wardrobe.

When they emerged on the other side, they had arrived at Narnia, still in it's wintery state.

It was there that Edmund realized why the landscape was familiar, he knew it as the country of Aslan. To much time had passed since he had last seen it.

For it was from this land that the Founders came by the idea of Hogwarts. From this land that they created the Order of Aslan where one member of each House was represented.

For Edmund was a Knight of Narnia. He was the Ophiuchus of the West, one of the four magical guardians of Narnia.

Unfortunately for all of them, the White Witch had Edmund under her spell of Treachery. The spell was wavering back in forth in power.

So far, the White Witch was winning. Narnia's fate did not look good at all.

TBC…

An: Reason for wand taken from Ollivander's advice on Pottermore.

Wood:

Cedar: Whenever I meet one who carries a cedar wand, I find strength of character and unusual loyalty. My father, Gervaise Ollivander, used always to say, 'you will never fool the cedar carrier,' and I agree: the cedar wand finds its perfect home where there is perspicacity and perception. I would go further than my father, however, in saying that I have never yet met the owner of a cedar wand whom I would care to cross, especially if harm is done to those of whom they are fond. The witch or wizard who is well-matched with cedar carries the potential to be a frightening adversary, which often comes as a shock to those who have thoughtlessly challenged them.

Pine : The straight-grained pine wand always chooses an independent, individual master who may be perceived as a loner, intriguing and perhaps mysterious. Pine wands enjoy being used creatively, and unlike some others, will adapt unprotestingly to new methods and spells. Many wandmakers insist that pine wands are able to detect, and perform best for, owners who are destined for long lives, and I can confirm this in as much as I have never personally known the master of a pine wand to die young. The pine wand is one of those that is most sensitive to non-verbal magic.

Hence the hybrid wand of Cedar with veins of Pine sap.

Core:

Dragon: As a rule, dragon heartstrings produce wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner. The dragon wand tends to be easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.

Afterwards, the length is between the normal range of eight to fourteen. As for the rigidity, according to the wandmaker: "Wand flexibility or rigidity denotes the degree of adaptability and willingness to change possessed by the wand-and-owner pair - although, again, this factor ought not to be considered separately from the wand wood, core and length, nor of the owner's life experience and style of magic, all of which will combine to make the wand in question unique."

Finally, why the title? Because Ophiuchus is the constellation of the Snake, the "thirteenth" zodiac. If you guys haven't guessed the connection yet, then you have a problem.

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