Hey everyone, so here is the first actual chapter of my story. Thank you so much for all the reviews, they make me so happy. I hope this lives up to your expectations and keeps you wanting more. I'm really just trying to build up the mystery right now, so hopefully you're all really curious.

Now, this chapter is currently un-beta-ed so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. If anyone who's good at grammar would like to beta for me I would greatly appreciate it. I'm trying to fit this story in between my schoolwork and everything, but hopefully, once that's all done, I can update more frequently with longer chapters.

Disclaimer: Really, if I owned this, I wouldn't even bother going to school.

Hope you all enjoy!

To Judge the Lost

Chapter 1: Wands of Wood and Hair

A week.

They only had a week to get their supplies, close up their business, and somehow convince the Board of Governors at Hogwarts to let them into the school late. Thankfully, Albus was taking care of the first one and businesses are easy to close when they don't exist. The third one was a bit more challenging, but with a bit of name flaunting and fake references, their places at Hogwarts were guaranteed.

A part of Lucy was angry that their grandfather had neglected to seek them out earlier, but she had never been one to dwell on such things, preferring to let them pass and move on with what she had to do. Such was the reason that she and her family were currently walking through the endless copse of Trees that made up the Wood Between the Worlds, six days after their grandfather's visit.

To any other being outside of her siblings and herself, the Woods would take away their memories, making them entirely blissful and sleepy. The Four, however, had protection against such things, Aslan's love surrounding and making them a part of the very Magic in the Woods.

Still, this did not give them control over magic, leaving them to find a means to fool other wizards and witches into believing them to be of their ilk. As it stood, they needed a way to pull the magic out of others without actually touching them. The Trees were their solution.

Like the rings they wore on their fingers, the Magic that wanted to get away from and go towards the Woods also worked on magic. The diluted combination of Wild and Old Magics (or just magic as it is easier to refer to) that witches and wizards used, would be attracted to the wood used for the wands, allowing the Pevensies to make it look like they were actually performing spells and charms.

Now, all they needed to find was the correct Tree for each of them.

"Urg, that's it!" Lucy heard the cry from her left. She spun around in time to catch Edmund throwing up his arms in defeat. "We're never going to find good ones."

"Edmund," Susan said, appearing from a little copse of Trees behind Lucy. "We are in an endless Wood, filled with endless Trees. Chances are, we're going to find one."

"She's right, Ed." Peter stepped up and put a hand on his younger brother's shoulder. "Besides, you've only been looking for twenty minutes. I highly doubt we'd expect to find one in less than an hour."

"Well, that's all jolly good and everything, but that doesn't exactly help the fact that I'm bored and hungry." Crossing his arms like a petulant child, Lucy thought her brother sounded quite silly, and only just managed to cover her mouth to hide the giggle she just knew was coming.

"Oh really, Edmund." Susan sighed, exasperated. "How old are you again?"

"That depends." The younger replied smartly. "Do you want physical, chronological, or cumulative age?"

His older sister's response was to purse her lips in the same manner as that of a disapproving mother. Edmund, on the other hand, grinned.

"Oh come on, Ed. Would you rather we picked out the wood for you?" Lucy teased, very much aware of how much her brother would have protested at such a thing.

"No." He pouted.

"Then get up and keep searching." The youngest finished with a small giggle at his face, turning back around to search elsewhere. Even as she left, the redhead could still hear her brother's grumbling.

Contrary to what many would have believed upon entering the Woods, none of the Trees were exactly alike. In fact, there were Trees here that didn't even exist in some worlds. For example, during their first year of living in the Woods, Lucy had found the Narnian Toffee Tree growing right next to a Birch Tree. Unfortunately, she cringed at the thought of explaining that her wand came from a toffee plant to wizards, and silently prayed that the wood she would use had some Earthly origin.

It was lucky for her that is, when many hours and many groans for food (Edmund) later, that the youngest queen of Narnia found herself attracted to a rather large Willow. It was not quite as big as the Whomping Willow Lucy remembered from the Forbidden Forest, but it was still strong and durable and perfect for wand making.

She did, however, have to ask permission.

Dipping into a low and graceful Narnian curtsy, Lucy called out to the Tree and said, "Dear Guardian of this Sacred Woods, I ask You if I may take a branch from Your side?"

The Tree seemed to move as if a breeze had passed, and the young woman listened in earnest. For you see, the Trees in this not-World did not speak like the ones in Narnia, nor were they silent like the ones on Earth, but they felt through the intertwining Magics that made up the Worlds' Bridge. It was this Magic that Lucy listened to, hearing the Tree's question on why She would need such a thing.

"Dear Guardian, My Royal Siblings and I have been asked to guide young magic users in this war of Dark and Light. In order to do this, We must appear to use magic as well." The woman replied, still in her curtsy. "It is for this reason that I beseech You to allow Us to use Your noble branch and that of Your families'.

Lucy felt the Magics pulse as the Tree contemplated her request, trying in earnest to slow her beating heart. She had only had to do this once before, but the former wand had already been returned to Its' Tree and could not be regained.

Presently though, the Willow in front of her seemed to have reached a decision and slowly lowered one of Its' branches to her level. Deepening the curtsy, Lucy then rose to pluck the branch from the larger Tree, silently promising to return It to Its' Parent when she was finished.

Dipping her skirts once more, she replied, "My thanks, good Willow. Rest assured, I will keep this Child of Your Body safe."

With that, the redhead left the area to return to the pool they had marked as leading back to Earth. Truly, it was an unnecessary thing to do as it was the pool with the largest concentration of guinea pigs, but Susan and Peter had both agreed that there was never too much precaution (especially after that one incident involving Edmund and a rather large bowl of fruit).

Upon her entrance to the clearing, Lucy spotted a worn out and moaning Edmund, loosely clutching what appeared to be a thick thread of Ivy. Her eldest brother sat near him, smiling in amusement at the younger's antics while holding a piece of holly plant. Susan, on the other hand, appeared to be getting rather tired of Edmund's constant complaining, and looked ready to hit him with her birch branch. Lucy did suspect that she saw a twinkle of laughter in her sister's eyes, though.

It was Edmund that first noticed Lucy's arrival and jumped up to greet her, most likely happy that they could all go now.

"Finally!" His call brought the attention of the elder two, both of which smiled at her in greeting.

"Get lost there, Lu?" Peter smiled, only half-joking. The other half Lucy knew had been slightly worried, even if there was nothing in the Woods that could harm her.

"Hardly." The youngest Pevensie giggled. It was nearly impossible, after all, to get lost in a Woods where you could ask almost any Tree for directions.

"Can we go now, Susan?" Edmund cut in, clutching his stomach in an over-dramatic play of hunger.

Said woman gave the younger male a reproachful look, but nodded her head anyway. "Yes, Edmund we can go now."

"Yes!"

Not even waiting for his siblings, the dark haired man had already slipped off his yellow ring leaving the green one on his finger. A second later he was gone, leaving his siblings shaking their heads in mock exasperation.

"Well, I suppose it's only right to follow him." Susan put her hands on her hips. "Aslan knows what trouble he'll get into if we're not there to stop him."

"Must we?" Their eldest brother teased. "It's so much quieter without him."

"Oh hush," Lucy laughed, elbowing her brother in the stomach.

"Oi!" The blond chuckled, rubbing the offending area. "Watch where you put that thing, Lu!"

His youngest sister's response though, was to stick out her tongue and dash over to the pool, her yellow ring safely in her pocket. Peter followed quickly behind, and both were soon gone, leaving Susan, raised eyebrow and all, in their wake.

"Children, all of them." Sighing, the elder queen calmly placed her yellow ring in her purse and glided over to the pool. A moment later, she felt herself fall through the water and back down to Earth.

The Woods were silent.

Thestrals as you may or may not know, are said to be notoriously bad luck by any with even a drop of wizarding blood. This may be due to their carnivorous nature or the way one is able to view them, but to most wizards they are a bad omen, synonymous only with The Grim and The Dark Mark. In total, Thestrals are Death walking.

The Pevensies thought this was absolute bosh.

While true that the only way to see them was to view a death, the skeletal horses were quite lovely. So lovely in fact, that even Susan, her gentle nature at the fore, simply adored the magnificent creatures. Not to mention, their tail hairs made exceptionally good cores for the wands the four needed.

It was with such good fortune then that there just so happened to be a herd of Thestrals living in the surrounding forests of their home in Coombe Halt. Yes, they are a fortunate group of people.

"Careful, careful." Peter murmured under his breath, trying to steady his younger brother's footsteps.

"I'm being careful Peter. Just shut up and stop making me nervous." Edmund growled under his breath. Really, if Peter thought he could do better, then the younger man welcomed him to try.

"Last time you scared them off." Peter said with a slight glare. "We can't afford for that to happen again."

"Yeah," Edmund forced. "And who was the one that made me scare them off? Oh yeah, you!"

Peter's jaw clenched and he looked ready to send back a biting comment, but Susan beat him to it.

"Why don't the both of you just shut up so we can go back to the mansion." Her lips were pursed and her eyes were narrow. "I don't know about the two of you, but I'm ready to leave." The boys really couldn't blame her for her mood as they had been out in the forest for over two hours now.

"I have to agree with Susan." Lucy sighed, rubbing her aching feet. "Can't you just get the hairs already?"

"This is a very delicate process Lucy, and must be handled with care." The sisters shared a look. Who did Edmund think he was kidding?

"Delicate, huh?" Lucy asked, eyebrow raised.

Wiping her hands on her pants, the youngest got up and walked boldly over to the beautiful creature.

"Lucy!" Edmund hissed, and the woman could almost picture him throwing his head back into his hands. At the moment though, none of that mattered.

Right now, she needed four hairs.

For those of you that don't already know, Thestrals as a rule only have thirteen hairs on their tails for their entire lifetime. As the four didn't want to kill the creature by pulling out the last ones, they had to make sure it had enough hairs for them to use and still live a long life. If it didn't, then they would have to spend even more time looking for another Thestral.

Great.

Their luck, however, seemed to have held up. The particular Thestral in front of them appeared to still have all thirteen of its hairs, if the darker color of its skin were any indication, so losing four wouldn't be all that detrimental. The hard part was actually taking them out, but Lucy hadn't gone to veterinary school without learning how to deal with finicky animals… even if they were, technically, fictional.

Ignoring her siblings' whispered words for her to come back, the youngest Pevensie eased up to the grazing horse(-thing) and gently began to run her hand down its back. It was cold to the touch and she had to admit that it was slightly creepy when she ran over a bone, but at the same time she marveled at the creature and its deadly beauty. It actually reminded her of a boggle somewhat, what with its leathery thin skin, only horse-like and nice.

…Okay, maybe a boggle is a bad example.

Nevertheless, she continued to run her hand down the creatures' back, surreptitiously glancing at the tail to make sure the hairs would actually appear. If she remembered correctly from the book Susan gave her, a Thestral's hairs would only appear when they were completely relaxed. Hopefully, she could get the creature to calm enough so that her brothers wouldn't have to step in. Knowing them, they would take it way out of proportion.

Suddenly, she saw one. It was just for a second really, barely worth getting excited over, but Lucy knew that soon she would be able to see all the silvery-black strands. Seeing that one piece, even slightly, meant that she was getting it to relax.

Gently, gently now, she moved her hand further down its back, trying to get as close to the tail as she could so that she could get the hairs faster and easier. A minute passed and Lucy could almost sense her siblings' anxiety. Truly, they worried over the simplest of things.

That one-minute turned into two, then three, until finally ten minutes had gone by. Then, when the youngest Pevensie was beginning to get anxious, a hair appeared, followed by another, and another, thirteen soon showing along the bony tail. Giving a small cry of delight, Lucy quickly pulled at the four closest to her and, still stroking the Thestral with her free hand, yanked the hairs out.

Rearing back on its hind legs, the creature began to pull away, but fortunately Peter and Edmund appeared at her side to calm it down. Meanwhile, Susan grabbed Lucy's hand and pulled her back towards to underbrush where they had been hiding, not letting go even as they fell down onto the soft earth.

For a moment, everything was silent; only the sounds of the braying Thestral made its way throughout the din. Soon though, even that stopped, and the girls could hear the sound of hoof beats moving away. A second later their brothers appeared, faces tight and tired. Then, almost as one, the elder three turned disapproving looks to their youngest sibling.

"…I got the hairs…" And the berating began.

Peter was not an artist. Susan was not an artist. Edmund was not an artist. And Lucy most certainly was not an artist.

Truly, it was a wonder then that they actually managed to make their wands. For you see wandmaking is an art, and they, as formerly stated, were not artists. In their humble opinion, the process probably would have gone a lot smoother if they actually had a professional with them to help, but well, as you can probably already guess, those were rather hard to come by on such short notice. Pity, their grandfather didn't see fit to actually set them up with one.

"You know," Edmund stated after the entire fiasco was done with, "out of all the things Albus is getting us for this little trip, he couldn't get us a wandmaker?"

"Be glad he's getting us anything at all." Peter replied, sending his younger brother an exasperated look from his place on the bench. "Last time he didn't even do that."

"Yes, well last time we officially visited Hogwarts was fifty-two years ago and we almost destroyed Diagon Alley in the process." Susan muttered, taking a sip of iced tea.

"That was not our fault," Her younger brother defended. "I blame that pale nosed little blighter from the book shop!"

"You mean Abraxas Malfoy?" Peter smirked, remembering said 'pale nosed little blighter.'

"Exactly!"

"You really have to get over that, Edmund." Lucy giggled from her seat amongst the flowerbeds. "He was only sixteen."

"So? I was thirteen." The older boy pointed out, ripping off a piece of his sandwich with his teeth.

"Technically Ed, you were twenty-eight." Peter mentioned. "Or one thousand, four hundred and sixty-nine, depending on what timeline you're following."

"Yes Peter, because that isn't complicated at all." Edmund replied, his voice rich with sarcasm.

"I'm just saying…" The eldest Pevensie trailed off, raising his lemonade glass to his lips in order to hide his growing smile.

"Well, stop saying." Edmund grumbled, finishing off his sandwich and crossing his arms.

"Oh Edmund, really." Susan sighed, also trying to smother a smile. Edmund really was quite adorable when he was frustrated. Of course, they'd never tell him that; better to just let him think he was intimidating.

"But honestly Ed, you really expected Grandfather to supply us with a wandmaker after that little fiasco?" Lucy raised her eyebrow in question.

"He invited us back to the school, didn't he?" Her brother reminded her and Lucy had to nod in consent.

"True," she said, "and nothing happened while we were there last time."

Susan, however, felt it prudent to add, "Don't forget about that little issue with that unfortunate Care of Magical Creatures professor."

The grimaces that graced her siblings' faces told her that they indeed hadn't forgotten.

"…It wasn't our fault…?" The disbelieving looks Edmund received told him that his siblings really didn't buy that one.

"Oh come on!" He threw his hands up into the air. "At least we didn't extract his magic and put it in a tree like we did that other guy."

"No, but we made the poor man retire early." Susan lightly admonished. "They had to cancel his class for the rest of the year."

"And we were thanked heartily by the rest of the staff." Her little brother stated matter-of-factually.

"He's got a point, Susan." Lucy said, giggling as she tried to complete her flower crown.

"I know he has a point, Lucy, but that doesn't make it any less cruel." The older Pevensie sister said, still feeling guilty over the scare they had given the poor man.

"Oh come on, Su," Edmund goaded, "You have to admit that when we started playing with the Giant Acromantula, it was pretty funny."

"Well…" Susan didn't look so sure, still picturing the terrified professor's face when she and her siblings began playing with the giant spider. "Maybe a little."

"That's the spirit, Su!"

"Still, you can't blame Grandfather for not wanting us to come into contact with a wandmaker." The older woman replied, once again bringing them back on topic. "Besides, can you imagine what their reaction would be to seeing Thestral tail hairs for the cores? Why, it'd be absolute chaos!

"Point." Peter nodded his head. "And at least he's gotten us everything else. I suppose it's only right we make our own wands."

"Loony old bat probably just doesn't want a repeat of Diagon Alley." The darker hair man mumbled.

"Yes, well, after making the magic in all the buildings, including Gringotts, go off, and inadvertently releasing the dragons from said bank, I'd day Albus is justified in his line of thinking." Susan turned a raised eyebrow at her little brother.

"I blame Malfoy." Said brother fired back, defensibly.

"So a sixteen year old wizard made you lose control and take away the all the magic from Diagon Alley?" Peter questioned, trying (unsuccessfully) to hide his smile.

"He was making fun of us!"

"Well, at least you managed to put it all back before something worse happened." Lucy smiled ruefully at her older brother, remembering the day with bright clarity.

Grumbling, Edmund didn't even deign her with a reply, preferring just to stare at his poor, bruised hands.

"Still, having a wandmaker to help us would have been nice." The younger woman stated, putting her finished crown on her sister's head. "Probably would have saved us all a lot of trouble too."

"Not to mention our fingers." Susan added, looking down at her swollen digits. "Who knew making a wand was so painful?"

"Makes you wonder, doesn't it?" Peter murmured, also looking down at his bandaged hands.

"Mmmhmm." His youngest sibling nodded and pulled her wand out from her back pocket. "The sad part is that they're not even real wands. Can you imagine having to add a magical thread to the inside as well? We'd never finish them."

"Probably another reason Albus didn't send help." Peter added. "Doesn't want anybody else to know that we're not real witches and wizards."

"Too true, Pete, too true." Edmund sighed and leaned back against the tree. "Still, I'm sure Ollivander wouldn't have minded. Chap probably knows almost as much as Dumbledore."

"Yes, but Albus is far too cautious about us." Susan said, slightly annoyed at their grandfather for his overprotective ways. Even she wasn't that overbearing.

"Well, at least we have the wood and the hairs. It should be enough to form a connection with the excess magic at Hogwarts." The eldest Pevensie said, trying to steer the conversation away from their grandfather.

"I hope it's enough." Lucy murmured, staring at her wand in silent contemplation.

"It was enough last time, and then we didn't even have cores." Edmund replied.

"True, but we weren't required to do magic then." His little sister pointed out.

"No, but we still had to do some to keep up appearances."

"Noted."

There was a long moment of silence in which the four just sat in the garden enjoying the breeze. It was a nice moment they supposed, what with not yet having to worry about the year ahead. Still, Edmund felt it prudent to speak up.

"I still think we should have had a wandmaker."

"Shut up, Edmund."

For once, Edmund did as he was told.

"And of course he can't send them through the mail like a normal person."

"Edmund-"

"I mean really, owls!?"

"Ed-"

"Why doesn't he just put up a giant neon sign saying 'I'm a wizard, hunt me!?'"

"Edmund-"

"I mean seriously, does he want people to start asking questions?"

"Edmund!"

"What?"

"Shut up!"

That last one, if you must know, was shouted by the other three Pevensies not ranting about their grandfather's new-found lack of tact. While they weren't exactly thrilled about the four owls currently making themselves feel welcome at the dinner table, they didn't find it exactly horrible either.

"Why?"

The same could not be said for Edmund.

Susan though, having long ago taken over the role of a mother, replied, "Because you're acting like a two year old. Now, sit back down and finish your grapes."

"What grapes?"

Pointing to the ones on his plate, she said, "Those grapes."

"But I'm allergic to grapes!"

"You're allergic to white grapes, those are red." And really, she would know after living with (and cooking for) her siblings for so long.

Apparently, Edmund knew this as well, and grumbling managed to sit back down and stuff the grapes down his throat.

"Slow down, Ed. You don't want to choke now, do you?" Peter chuckled slightly, raising an eyebrow and watching his brother carefully to make sure he didn't do just that.

"Gurmuphle puff snub uff." Was the eloquent reply Peter got, which really only served to make the older man chuckle harder.

Susan, though, just sighed, "Really Edmund, learn to act your age."

Swallowing, Edmund replied, "Yes, mum."

A snort from Lucy's end of the table only served to deepen Susan's frown, but the older woman was really too tired by this point to comment.

"Oh come on, Su," Lucy said with a bright smile, "Don't be such a wet blanket."

"Yeah, Susan, live a little." Edmund cajoled, plopping another grape into his mouth.

Smiling slightly, his older sister replied, "I will start to 'live a little' when you get some manners."

"Darn." The younger man said in mock disappointment. When only with his family, Edmund didn't really feel the need for formal manners. With others, now that was a different story.

"Oh wow!"

The sudden cry from Lucy brought the attention of the two middle siblings. Turning their bodies to face the other two Pevensies, they found the eldest and the youngest moving amongst the items their grandfather had sent.

Charms that made the supplies smaller and lighter were instantly gone as soon as they came within close proximity of the two, and soon the floor was littered with items. Books upon books, and clothes upon clothes, graced the once spotless dining room, but none of the former kings and queens could really bring themselves to care all that much. Despite their (Edmund) complaining, wizarding items were always interesting to see.

"The Standard Book of Spells: Grade One by Miranda Goshawk." Lucy mused, picking up the book and flipping through it. "Oh, I remember this one! I read it last time we were at Hogwarts. It was in the library."

"Oh yeah." Peter nodded. "I remember you saying how you wished you could use the floating charm to sneak biscuits up to your room."

Susan, having never heard of that before, exclaimed, "Lucy!"

"What?" At this, the younger woman gave her best impression of a kicked puppy and Susan melted. Worked every time.

"Hey, look at these." Edmund stated, drawing everyone away from the books and over to where he stood holding up the school uniforms.

"Well they're certainly not going to fit us right now." And indeed the clothes would not, seeing as they were all at least three sizes to small.

"No, but they will tomorrow." Peter said, picking up the largest of the four (which still wasn't all that large). "As soon as we're young again, these should fit like a glove."

"About that Peter," Lucy murmured uncertainly. "If you're going to be fifteen, then won't I be ten?"

"Yeah, so?" Edmund answered for Peter.

"Well, aren't the first years supposed to be eleven? How are we to explain that?"

Peter thought about it for a moment. The one problem with them all aging down is that they couldn't all just pick the age they wanted to be. At any age, no matter what, they all had to keep the same age difference. Take for example if Susan wanted to be sixteen for a day. Well then, Peter would have to be seventeen, Edmund fourteen, and Lucy twelve. It was as simple as that.

Still, it wasn't that big of a problem currently.

"You'll just have to say you're eleven, Lu. It's not like there's much difference between the two anyway." There, simple.

Lucy was still unsure though. "But aren't there wards to prevent children from under eleven from doing magic at Hogwarts, even fake magic?"

"Technically, Lucy, we're all over two thousand years old cumulatively and that is what the detectors should pick up on." Susan spoke up, before looking contemplatively into the distance. "Assuming the detectors even work on us that is."

"The point is, Lu," Edmund rounded, "is that either way, your age doesn't matter as long as nobody thinks you're anything other than what you say you are. So just say you're eleven and everything will be fine."

"Still, I do so hate to lie to everyone." The youngest said again, morosely looking over all the things their grandfather sent them.

"We've been lying for a long time, Lu. This is just one more to add to the pile."

It was a very sobering thought.

"One."

A scurry of feet across a padded floor.

"Two."

A sigh of a silken skirt.

"Three."

The plunking sound of a trunk hitting the ground.

"Four."

The jingling of keys locking a door closed.

"Five."

Silence.

Susan Rose Pevensie gave her room a once over, taking in the now almost empty vanity and closet. Her clothes had already been packed away in her trunk and the items that her grandfather had sent at dinner were with them. The birch wand she had made earlier that day was also safely tucked away in a box at the bottom, meticulously surrounded by the softest clothes.

Just one more thing and she would be ready for the train-ride tomorrow.

Laying down on her bed and pulling the sheets up around her, Susan began to picture herself at fourteen: mid-back, black hair, slightly matured body, and smaller stature. As she drifted off to sleep, the woman could almost feel the Magics surrounding her, transforming her body into what it had once been; she even briefly thought she could hear the roar of a Lion.

Yes, she thought, her worries about the future temporarily easing, I'm almost ready.

Harry Potter woke up with a start for the third time that night. Frantically, the fifteen year old moved his head around the room in order to make sure that he really was in the same room he went to sleep in and not in that horrible…whatever it had been; either a dungeon or a tower, he really couldn't remember.

Allowing his breathing to return to normal, the Boy Who Lived flopped back onto his bed with a thump. Really, this was the third nightmare that night. The first was Mrs. Weasley crying over Kreacher's body, with Ron and Hermione in the background. In the second, he found himself dreaming about his parents who seemed to be trying to tell him something, but were never actually able to speak. Now, he was dreaming about children and dungeons and towers and places he had never even known existed. How he wished he were just a normal person whose greatest nightmares revolved around failed Arithmancy tests.

Still,…that dream…it was so…real; more real even than his dreams about Voldemort. Everything was just so alive; so alive and yet so very dead at the same time. It was almost as if he could feel the fear surrounding the people in his dreams, feel it and revel in it.

Oh Merlin, he was going to be sick.

Quickly and quietly, Harry got up from his bed, careful not to wake up Ron (although Harry was pretty sure his best friend wouldn't wake up even if there were Death Eaters right outside his room), and made his way over to the door. Opening it, he made a mad dash towards the nearest bathroom in order to empty the contents of his stomach.

A moment later, Harry found himself bent over the toilet, weakly raising his hand to flush the contents away. Merlin, he couldn't remember a time when he had felt this weak. It was like all his energy was gone, so lost in his memory of the dream and his rush to the restroom. Circe, Merlin, someone, make it stop! Take the faces away!

Those faces—such sad faces, such young faces, such old faces; funny how they seemed to age without really changing at all. One minute they were young and fresh, happy just to be alive, and the next they were so old, so weary and worn out that it made the boy want to reach out to each of them and give them back their smiles.

They just looked so dead, so dead when they should be so alive.

Four dead faces, all just seemingly floating in this dark grey void. Of course, Harry knew they had really been in a dungeon (or a tower), but to his sleep-deprived mind, all he could see were four young, but old, faces maneuvering aimlessly among the Grey.

Harry Potter wanted to cry. He wanted to cry for the four young children who forgot how to smile. He wanted to cry for the four old children who couldn't remember how to live. He wanted to cry just to make it stop. But…

He didn't.

Sunlight streamed through the thin curtains surrounding the headmaster's room. The night was finally over and a new day was just beginning. To the old man, it showed a promise for a new and wonderful year, full of new adventures and thrills.

Yes, Dumbledore thought, let the new year begin.

Fin! Yay, the first chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed it. Please review, but don't flame! Next up, the Hogwarts Express (or something else depending on what I have the Pevensies do).

Oh, but before I get emails asking me about it, here is my explanation on capital letters involving the Pevensies:

-When Dumbledore addresses them, usually words like they, them, the four, and all such will be capitalized. This is because Dumbledore really doesn't view them as just his grandchildren, but also as these mysterious Beings that he knows deserve respect, but can't seem to figure out why.

-When the Pevensies use Us, We, etc., it usually refers to either, a.) the Royal We (or other such word), or b.) when they are in their Royal modes. Ergo, when they are not just Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy, but are the Kings and Queens of Narnia, commanding and powerful.

-This doesn't happen a lot, but other times, they will refer to themselves (as just the four Pevensies) in lower caps, while at the same time referring to their Royal selves in capital letters. Almost like alter egos really.

And that's all I can think of right now. If anything else comes up or you have a question that won't be answered later, then just shoot me an email and I will try my best to answer it.

Wow, that was too long for my tastes.

Have a wonderful rest of the week!

BYE!

--TimeMage0955

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