Disclaimer/Notes: C.S. Lewis owns everything. I only own Charlotte and Alice. I apologize if these characters turn into Mary-Sue's - it's not my intention but sometimes it happens without my meaning to. This chapter starts off in the point of view of Charlotte Kirke but ends up in third person for the last section.

Title: Through the Wardrobe

Genre: Romance/Adventure

Rating: T (Rating may go up)

Pairings: PeterxOC EdmundxOC

Summary: When the Pevensie's are sent to live with Professor Kirke, they didn't expect to meet the outgoing and beautiful granddaughters of his: Alice and Charlotte. The journey begins here …

Chapter Two: Hide and Seek and Narnia?

My sister and I sat in the Pevensie's assigned room: Alice sitting comfortably on the armchair that Edmund was laying under, while I was sitting by the window sill, watching the rain fall outside with Lucy laying against me, bored. We were all silent as we watched, only slightly interested, as Susan and Peter played a guessing game that involved a huge, dusty dictionary they had found in the library.

"Gas-tro-vas-cu-lar." Susan sounded out the word from the massive book that was set on her lap.

Peter's face looked completely blank causing her to sigh. "Come on Peter, Gastrovascular."

Peter sighed. "Is it latin?" he tried. Susan looked down at the book before answering:

"Yes."

Edmund peeked out from the bottom of the chair. "Is it latin for 'worst game ever invented'?"

I chuckled slightly and Lucy smiled up at me. I turned back to the siblings in time to see Susan huff and slam the book. The deafening silence, awkward and one of those 'I'm-seriously-bored-someone-give-me-an-idea' type of silence, filled the room before small, sweet Lucy interrupted it.

"We could play 'Hide and Seek'?" she suggested.

Peter leant backwards against his chair, in a defeated way, before turning to his little sister and saying, extremely sarcastically, "But we're already having so much fun!"

I glared at him, and I saw Alice doing the same. Lucy wasn't phased, and rushed over to his chair, a pout on her face.

"Come on Peter, please," she begged, before adding puppy dog eyes to the mix, "Pretty please."

Peter smiled slightly in defeat. "One ... two ... three ... four ..."

Lucy grinned and ran out of the room, me following her. She turned and smiled before grabbing my hand and pulling around to all sorts of places. As we were running towards a curtain, I saw Edmund and Alice run passed us to the same space. Edmund pushed Lucy out of the way, just as she got there.

"We were here first!" he told her, pulling Alice in after him. She gave me a look as if to say 'I'll-sort-him-out' before I was pulled after Lucy again, down a corridor. The first door was locked but the second was open. We ran in, slightly out of breath, and I locked the door behind us.

I heard Lucy gasp and I turned my attention to where she was looking. What I saw made my breath catch: it was the old wardrobe Grandfather Kirke has made from the apple tree that was once in his back garden, he'd always told me and Alice the story behind this wardrobe, and they were great when we were kids but he still believed them even now.

"It's the perfect hiding place." Lucy breathed before we ran inside, Lucy first then me, closing the door softly. I gripped Lucy's hand and we backed up but the further we went, all I could feel were fur coats. And, judging by the look on Lucy's face it was the same for her. But we kept going backwards and I put my free hand out behind me. I jumped, startled, when I touched something spikey. Keeping a firm hold of Lucy, the two of us pushed passed the branches we had found and ... into a world of snow!

Everywhere was just snow and white and ... I was speechless.

Lucy tugged me around, I seemed in capable of walking or talking at that point. When we approached a lamp post, we stopped. Lucy touched the frost covered post that seemed so out of place in this winter wonderland.

"I wonder what I lamp post is doing here." she questioned.

"Lucy? I'm wondering why there's a winter world at the back of my grandfather's wardrobe. Why aren't you?" I asked her, as calmly as I could in the situation.

She looked bashfully. "Right sorry."

Then I heard scurring to my right.

I jumped and I felt Lucy grab my arm tightly, looking around worried.

The scurring moved to my left and I moved, quickly, to look at that side of the forest that was surrounding us. Whatever it was, it was getting closer.

Then someone stepped out from behind a tree, carrying several parcels in his arms. He looked up at us and jumped, screaming, dropping the parcels across the snowy floor. His suddenly actions, caused Lucy and I to both scream and she hide herself behind me.

I watched the man behind the tree, poking around to peer at us ... like he really was afraid. I stepped forward and Lucy followed, probably just as confused as I was. We started to bend down and pick up random parcels that had fallen infront of us. The strange man, slowly, started making his way back from behind the tree.

"Uh, Ch ... gk, ch," he started making all these werid noises and I raised an eyebrow at him. I looked down at him and, lo and behold, he had GOATS LEGS!

... Could this get any weridier?

Lucy took a step towards the half-goat person, holding one of the parcels she'd picked up out to him. He slowly took it from her, eyeing us both warily.

"Were you hiding from us?" she asked him quietly, as if scared he'd run off and hide.

The man (if you'd call him that) stepped closer to us, to pick up the parcels closer to him. "Huh, um, n ... no, I didn't want to scare you."

I took a step forward holding the parcels out to him. "If you don't mind me asking ... what are you?"

He looked at me, as if I was insane, and he shifted a laugh. "Why, I'm a faun! And you two must be some kind of beardless dwarf?"

Lucy laughed, along with me. "We're not dwarves, " she answered. "We're girls. And actually, I'm the tallest in my class."

The faun looked shocked. "But what your saying is, you two are Daughters of Eve?"

I looked confused. "Well, my mum's name is Mary ..."

" ... And mine is Helen ..."

"Yes, but you are in fact ... human?" The faun stated in a question, a look of awe across his face.

I pulled a face. "Of course we are."

"What are you going here?" The faun asked, shocked.

"Well, we came through the wardrobe in the spare room, and -" Lucy started slowly.

"Spare Oom?" he interrupted confused, "Is that in Narnia?"

"Narnia? What's that?" Lucy asked. I stayed frozen in place. Narnia? The imaginary place that Granddad told me about? Maybe I am insane ...

The faun laughed slightly. "My dear girl, you're in it! Everything from the lamp post, all the way to castle Cair Paravel on the Eastern Sea, every stick and stone, every icicle, is Narnia."

Lucy looked around in awe and whispered, "This is an awfully big wardrobe."

"I'm sorry, please allow me to introduce myself, my name is Tummus." the faun introduced us.

I smiled at him. "Nice to meet you Mr. Tummus, I'm Charlotte Kirke, and that's Lucy Pevensie."

Lucy extended her hand to him. Mr. Tummus looked at it, confused.

"Oh, you shake it." She told him.

He gave me a werid look. "Um why?"

Lucy looked confused again. "I - I don't know. People do it when they meet each other."

Tummus took Lucy's hand and shook it awkwardly. I laughed at the awkward sight as the two chuckled together.

"Lucy Pevensie and Charlotte Kirke, from the shining city of War Drobe in the far land of Spare Oom, how would you feel if you came and had tea with me?" Tummus asked. I looked around uneasily. "Thank you very much! But ... we should be getting back ..."

Tummus wasn't phased and tried to encourage us. "Oh, come on! It's not everyday I get to make a new friend! And there's a ... roaring fire! And toast and cakes! And maybe ... we'll even break into the sardines."

"Well, maybe ..." Lucy answered unsurely, grasping on to his arm.

I nodded, holding on to his other arm. "If there's sardines ..."

Mr. Tummus smiled at us. "By the bucket load."

He glanced around us before starting to lead us away from the lamp post and the wardrobe.

"Come along." he told us.

He lead us down the snowy path towards a door that was hidden in a tree trunk. I glanced around us, taking in every piece of scenery, because it was just ... amazing. I just couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that Narnia, the dream place that my grandfathers stories were based around, was real. But here I was, walking through a winter forest holding the arm of a faun, called Tummus.

I couldn't help by think, life is going to get interesting.

More interesting than usual.

Lucy and I had taken most of Mr. Tummus' parcels as he opened the door to his house, letting us in first. Placing the parcels on to a clear table, I looked around his place. It had that homely feel around the place that welcomed you into the warmth. I walked over to one of the pictures and saw a drawing photo of an older faun. I lifted it into my hands and traced the outline of the man's face.

"Oh ... that was my father." Tummus told me, looking over at what me and Lucy were doing.

I smiled slightly. "He has a nice face. He looks like you." I commented.

Tummus chuckled darkly. "No, I'm nothing like him."

I glanced at Lucy, who had approached me to look at the photo. "Oh father's are fighting in the war." Lucy told me, sadly. I smiled weakly down at her and hugged her to my side, attempting some kind of sympathy. She wasn't used to being away from her family.

"My father went away to war too," Tummus told us, before shaking his head, as if trying to forget something as he approached us, a tray of hot drinks in his hand. "But that was a long long time ago ... before this dreadful winter."

I sat down the soft sofa in front of him, Lucy sitting on my lap. "Winter's not all bad." I told him, "There's ice skating and snowball fights ..."

Lucy looked up excitedly. "Oh! And there's christmas!"

Tummus laughed slightly. "We haven't had a christmas in a hundred years."

Lucy looked at Mr. Tummus shocked, I mean I was too but she was the worst. "No present for a hundred years?"

Tummus looked glum before his face cleared and he smiled, pouring some tea into a china cup. "But, oh, you would have loved Narnia in Spring! The Dryads and the Fauns would dance all night ... but we never got tired. And oh, the music! Such music!" he hesitated, "Would you ... like to hear some now?"

I smiled at him. "Yes please."

I watched as Tummus lifted a flute off the table beside him and started to rearange his fingers over the instruments. "Now, are you familiar with any Narnian lullabies?"

Lucy shaked her head. "No, I'm afraid not."

Tummus smiled. "Oh, that's good, because this probably won't sound anything like one."

The music was unusual but had a catchy tune. I yawned and my eyes started to droop. I heard a cup smash in the distance.

Maybe I could sleep for a bit ...

I blinked my eyes open and yawned. The room was pitch black but I could tell we were still at Mr. Tummus. I tried to sit up only find Lucy's sleeping body, weighing me down. I shook her awake, telling her that we had to go. She yawned as she got up and looked around the black room.

"Mr. Tummus?" she said uncertainly into the darkness. That was when I heard the sound of someone sniffing behind the sofa. Both Lucy and I looked behind the coach to see Tummus curled up on the floor, crying to himself.

"Why are you crying, Mr. Tummus?" Lucy asked concerned.

He sniffed. "I'm such a bad faun." he told us.

I looked at him confused. "You're the nicest faun I've ever met." Granted your the only faun I've ever met ... I added silently.

"Then I'm afraid you've had a very poor sampling." he told me.

"I'm sure your very sorry, and you'll never do it again." Lucy tried again.

"It's not something I've done, Lucy Pevensie, it's something I am doing." Mr. Tummus sniffed again.

"What are you doing?" I asked, hestiately but slightly confused.

"I'm kiddnapping you. Both of us." he whispered, "It's the White Witch, the one that makes it always winter, and never Christmas. She told me that if I ever come across a Son of Adam, or a Daughter of Eve, I'm supposed to hand them over to her!"

Lucy looked down casted. "I thought you were my friend."

Those words seemed to do the trick because the next thing I knew, I'm getting rushed out of Tummus' house and back towards the lamp post. I just about heard him say, "We must move quietly. The wood is full of her spies, even some of the trees are on her side."

He pulled us to a stop in front of the lamp post, grasping our hands tightly. "Do you know your way back from here?" he asked.

I nodded. "I think so."

Lucy dug into her pocket and handed Mr. Tummus who had silent tears of regret stricken down his cheeks. "Keep it. You need it more than I do."

Tummus laughed and flicked our noses lightly. "Go, Go!"

I grasped Lucy's hand and I pulled her in the direction of the wardrobe. Snow covered branches turned to soft fur coats. Lucy and I tumbled out of the wardrobe and I barely had time to catch my breath before Lucy had run out of the spare room yelling, "We're back! We're back! It's alright! We're back!"

Edmund and Alice leant out of their hiding place as Lucy ran out of the spare room yelling something. Edmund glared at her while Alice was worried about her sanity.

"Shh, he's coming!" Edmund hissed.

Then Peter rounded the corner to see his two siblings and one of the Kirke girl's in clear view. Edmund sighed and stepped out fully from behind the curtain, followed by Alice.

"You know, I'm not sure you three have quite gotten the idea of this game." Peter stated, an eyebrow raised, just as Charlotte stumbled around the corner. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were sparkling, Peter could just stare.

And then he notice something on the top of her hair.

He frowned. "Do you have snow on your hair?"

Charlotte blushed pink and brushed the snow off the top of her head as Susan rounded the corner. She looked at everyone standing around and asked, "Does that mean I've won?"

Peter passed a look at Susan. "I don't think Lucy wants to play anymore."

Lucy and Charlotte shared a look. "But, we've been gone for hours!" Lucy said.

Peter, Susan, Edmund and Alice followed their siblings into the spare room with the wardrobe in it. Alice's breath caught as she looked at the wardrobe. Her and Charlotte shared a look to confirm her suspisions.

Peter and Susan opened the wardrobe and began knocking on the wooden back of the wardrobe as Alice and Edmund went around the back and tapped on that, looking for this 'magical world' that their siblings had mentioned.

After a while, Susan climbed out of the wardrobe, sighing, "The only wood in here is the back of the wardrobe."

"One game at a time Lu," Peter told her. "We don't all have your imagination."

"But we weren't imagining it." Charlotte objected, holding on to Lucy's hand.

Susan gave her a cold glance. "That's enough."

"We wouldn't lie about this." Lucy argued, getting rather upset that her family didn't believe her.

"Well I believe you." Edmund stated randomly.

Everyone turned in shock to look at him. "You ... do?" Lucy said, shocked.

"Yeah, didn't I tell you about the football pitch in the bathroom cupboard?" he joked.

Now that would have been funny but ... wrong time, wrong place.

Peter rounded towards his brother. "Oh would you just stop -"

"It was just a joke!" Edmund tried to tell him.

"-You just have to make everything worst don't you?"

Next thing I know, Edmund is in Peter's face yelling, "Shut up! You think you're Dad! But you're not!" before storming out the room. Alice went after him before the door had even shut.

Susan gave Peter a 'now-you've-done-it' look. "That was nicely handled." she commented dryly before walking out of the room.

"B-but I really was there ..." Lucy whispered meekly.

Peter gave her a tired look. "Susan's right Lucy. That's enough."

Charlotte glared at Peter's back as he walked out of the room and turned to watched Lucy shut the wardrobe door, a sad expression on her face. Charlotte came up behind her and hugged her from behind.

"Come on Lucy." She tried to assure her, "We know it was there. Her siblings are in denial. Not believing in a place that's there just because they can't see it."

Lucy sniffed and looked tearfully up at her. "Does Alice believe you?"

Charlotte shrugged. "I don't know. I'll talk to her later. Right now, let's get something to drink. I just remembered, we didn't get much of a drink at Tummus' did we?"

Lucy laughed before taking Charlotte's hand. "Drinks it is. Just don't try to kidnap me." she joked.

Charlotte smiled down at the young girl and brush her free hand through the youngest Pevensie's hair. "I wouldn't dream of it."

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