Author's Note: This chapter doesn't have my original character in it. This chapter, and the next few chapters, will be about the Pevensies. Yes, I know you all know the story already, but I'm making it my way... This is just their feelings about everything. I want to thank the SIX reviewers from my last chapter. Thank you for the reviews. :)

To clear something up, one of my reviewers asked how old they were. Peter is nearly 17, Susan is almost 16, Edmund is almost 15, Ariana is also almost 15, and Lucy is 12.

Another thing I thought I should clear up is that Ariana is from MODERN times. America in 2010. I hope that clears things up...

Song For This Chapter: The Catalyst by Linkin Park



The next morning in England, bobbies waved traffic around a crater caused by a crashing bomber. Firemen hosed a burning building. People salvaged what they had left from the raid and moved along their way. But lets not focus on them. Our story is about a certain family.

The Pevensie family walked through crowded Trafalgar Square, the children carrying gas masks and suitcases. Lucy, the youngest of the family, suddenly stopped and gazed up at a large bronze lion.

"Come on, Lucy. We don't have time for daydreaming." Susan, her older sister said as she pulled her along.

A train whistle shrieked as they made their way into the crowded station. Hundreds of children said goodbye to their families on the platform. Bags and prized belongings laid stacked all around. Lucy stared glumly up at a poster that said, "Help the city children! Housing evacuees is a national service!," while her mother pinned her name and destination on her coat.

They were being sent away. Peter, being the eldest, and the man of the house while their father was fighting in the war, wasn't happy with leaving their mother behind. Susan on the other hand jumped at the chance to get away from the busy city, in hopes of seeing some historical sites while in the countryside…Plus, she always agreed with her mum. Lucy was the quietest about leaving London. She went along with it, even though she didn't really want to. Lucy just didn't see the point in arguing with something that she had no control over. Edmund was the exact opposite. He was very vocal on how much he didn't want to leave. Except for today. Today he was silent, and that worried his mother deeply.

Wearing a WVS uniform, Mrs. Pevensie took a long, sad look at her children as she pinned a label to her son's coat. "You will be good, won't you Ed?" He turned away and didn't say anything. She tried to hug him, but sadly settled for a kiss on the cheek when he shrugged her off.

She stood up and handed Peter a sheaf of documents. "It's not for very long." She said as she hugged him tightly. "Promise me you'll look after the others."

Lucy reached up and took Peter's hand, and he looked down at her, forcing an uneasy smile. "I will, mum."

Mrs. Pevensie hugged her other two children goodbye. Edmund refused to meet her eyes as he stifled a tear. Peter lead the other children through the crowded station towards the train. Confused, he sifted through the documents that his mother gave him. Susan rolled her eyes and took the papers from him. Edmund craned his neck to catch a glimpse of his mother. Suddenly, he bolted.

"Edmund!" Susan cried as she futilely reached out a hand to pull him back. Edmund dashed past a guard and straight into his mother's arms. Susan smiled at the sight. Edmund gave his mother a tight squeeze before scampering onto the train.

Moments later a whistle screamed as the train eased out of the station. The Pevensie's joined the rest of the children, leaning out of the windows and shouting their goodbyes. Mrs. Pevensie openly cried as she watched them pull away. Moments later, the train was speeding through the countryside, away from the horrors of London's bombing.

Inside of their compartment, the four children tried to settle in. Lucy's feet didn't quite reach the ground, so to help her out, Peter took a suitcase down and placed it under her feet. She smiled warmly at him. Susan sat back and began reading a mystery novel, one of her favorites as of now. Edmund watched from the window as a few children were picked up by somber foster parents at their first stop.

A few hours later, the four Pevensie's stood on an empty platform, waiting to be picked up as the train pulled away. A sign on a nearby ticket booth creaked ominously in the wind. Lucy was the first to speak up.

"Shouldn't someone be here for us?" Lucy said as she looked around.

Edmund eyed his nametag suspiciously. "Perhaps we've been incorrectly labeled."

"Maybe he's forgotten us." Lucy said worriedly. Before anyone else could comment, an ancient looking black buggy with a stern woman sitting in the driver's seat clattered up. Edmund made a face.

"I wish he had." Lucy snickered at his comment, but made a straight face as the woman looked down at them, not looking too impressed.

"Pevensie's?" She asked, her voice stiff, as if she didn't approve.

"Yes Ma'am." Peter said, assuming the role of the eldest.

"I'm Mrs. Macready, the Professor's housekeeper. Load your things. Quickly, we're on a schedule." She said before turning away again. The four Pevensie's climbed into the buggy and huddled together, as it was very cold from the wind.

The Professor's house loomed in the distance through the trees, three stories worth of stone masonry and stained glass windows. The children gazed up in wonder and awe at the large estate they would be living in for the next few months.

"I hope you four appreciate the fact that this house is of great historic value." Mrs. Macready began, and Susan's eyes lit up. "People come from all over England to view it." She stated as she turned the buggy into a tree-lined drive.

"Really? Why?" Susan asked excitedly. The housekeeper simple rolled her eyes in response and answered in a matter-of-fact tone.

"It is in all the guide books." Susan huffed grumpily and settled back against her suitcase. Lucy and Edmund snickered at her expression.

Once inside the mansion, the housekeeper wasted no time in making sure that the four children knew the rules of the house. She began leading them up a grand staircase.

"There will be no shouting or running. No sliding on the banisters. No improper use of the dumb-waiter." She paused in her speech to smack Susan's hand away as she reached out to touch a gleaming suit of armor. "No touching of the historical artifacts!" She snapped. Susan pulled her hand back as if it were on fire and glared at the woman. They stopped walking in front of a closed door, where light flickered behind it.

"And above all, there will be no disturbing of the Professor." They followed her down the hall to their new rooms, Edmund and Peter already scheming about how to make the housekeeper's sour attitude more sour.

Later that night, in the girls' bedroom, Lucy lied under the covers in a bed that was much too big for a girl of twelve years of age. "This bed's too big." She complained quietly. Peter chuckled and ruffled her hair.

"Are you sure you haven't shrunk?" Lucy smiled despite herself. In the next bed, Susan tucked herself in.

"The Professor's just not used to having kids around." She stated.

"I still miss mum." Lucy said as she hugged her pillow tight. Edmund entered the room, carrying a plate of food.

"If you're feeling homesick, go stand outside the Macready's door. She snores like an air raid siren." Lucy giggled as Edmund put down the plate of biscuits. "That pantry's a gold mine I tell you."

"You should be in bed." Susan said to Edmund.

"Stop trying to sound like mum. Go to bed yourself." He retorted back, taking a bite of a biscuit.

"I am in bed." Edmund scowled at her and stormed out of the room. Lucy called him back, but he was already out of earshot.

"This is just great." She mumbled to herself. Peter took a biscuit off of the plate his brother left behind and handed it to Lucy.

"Tell you what." He began, determined to cheer her up. "Tomorrow, we'll go outside and explore. You saw the grounds. There's no telling what we'll find!" Lucy tried to force a smile. "It'll be great. I promise"


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