Peter and Lucy were lead to their common room by their new and encouraging friends. The change in mood was comforting to the siblings. The students were endearing but Peter and Lucy were still worried about their other siblings. Since Peter wasn't at Hogwarts for the first few years he had missed a lot of information and wasn't sure what to do.

"Peter?" Said a small but assuring voice. He awoke from his thoughts and looked up. It was that bushy haired intelligent girl at the dinner table. She had a new book on her lap and was sitting on the couch in front of him. She had pulled her hair into a pony tail so it wouldn't fall in her face.

"Yes. Is it Hemione?" He said smiling.

"Yeah, um can I talk to you?"

"Sure." They walked over to a corner by a window.

"Where are you from really? Because I know there isn't any place called Narnia here," She said leaning against the windows' edge. He blinked but quickly hid his suprise. He sighed and decided denile wouldn't get anywhere.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." He muttered.

"How do you know that? You haven't told me." She said almost playfully.

"Narnia is real. But... well, my baby sister Lucy she found it while playing hide and seak. Soon, we went throught it and we fought in a battle and defeetle the White Witch and became kings and queens of Narnia." He said hoping she wouldn't notice the holes in the story. He was of course surely mistaking. the look in her hazel eyes said it all. She wanted information.

"Yes, and where did she come from and how did you get in Narnia to begin with?" She asked.

"Through a wardrobe. And she was the evil queen who contoled Narnia."

"I've heard of doorways that lead you into different places but a whole country through a wardrobe?" She glanced at his expression. It was full of worry. "Well, I have heard of things far less believable. But how did you get here?" She decided no one that old could make up a story like this with a teenage imagination. But she wasn't gong to fully trust him.

"Well, we were going out and we went through a forrest out in the far North and we ended up in the old mans' office. Well, outside his door anyway. We thought we were going insane. When we tried to reach the forrest it turns out there isn't any forrest but this Forbidden Forrest and well, we didn't remember a castle." He sighed.

"Fom the clothes your wearing your deffinately not from this year."

"Well, what year is this?"

"1998. Why?"

"This is a situation, we're from the 1940's."

"Really?"

"Yes, umm. Could you not tell anyone."

"Sure."

"Hermione! Can I have some help?" Said a boy in the background.

"Coming Ron."

Peter stood there looking out the window for a bit, the sun had gone down and the only source of light was a cresent moon. He missed his family and his friends. He'd been away from everyone so long it seemed they were people he'd only read about. Never met anyone but talking animals and great magical creatures. He was so far away from normal he'd forgot what it meant.

"Ron you are unbelivable! No, I will not help you cheat!" Peter heard Hermione yell from the couch. Getting involved was always a risk better not taken.

"Aww, come on Hermione isn't just one-"

"No, it very well is not. Tomorrow there will be a spell, and essay and the next. Do your own work!" She screamed running up to the girls corridors.

"Gee. What got into her?" The redhead sighed.

After another hour the rest of the boys went upstairs. Peter sat down on the couch and decided to think. He couldn't think very well with people talking or snoring. He liked the silence it was relaxing soemtimes. The stairs crecked. His head jerked in the direction only to find the spunky smart girl sneaking down the stairs for some quite herself. She had a book in one hand and a cat in the other. She took a while to get down the stairs and even longer to realise she had company. She had sat in a chair near the fire and was reading. The cat crept near Peter and jumped into his lap. Peter rubbed her stomach and pat her head while the cat purred affectionately.

Hermione read on effectively drowning in the books essence. She didn't seem to notice Peter or her cat at all after a while. Peter gazed at her with jealousy, he wished he could drown out his thoughts and emotions in a book. She placed the book down suddenly and shook her head.

"Are you okay?" That was all Peter could muster then. She looked up with suprise then noticing it was him her nerves silenced. She shook her head.

"I'll be fine."

"You sure you don't want to talk?" He felt his emotions calm and he awaited his answer.

"I've just never been noticed as much of anything. Book-smart and thats all. Ron just keeps pushing me and I can't stand it. Harry knows when to leave me alone but Ron." She sighed. "He almost never does his own work and he thinks I will. It's agrivating."

"He just needs to start seeing you as a person not an ensyclopedia."

"Exactly. I work hard and I don't deserve to be treated like a tool or a cheat sheet." She whispered. She tugged at her white tank top in frustration. Peter then noticed what she was wearing: a white tank top, plaid pajama pants and a pair of fluffy looking socks on her feet. He decided addressing her outfit wouldn't be a good idea.

"No one does." He said just loud enough for her to hear. She smiled and embraced the confort. "So what are you reading anyway?" He thought a change of subject would be endearing.

"Conquering the Fear of Flying"She said sheepishly.

"Really? I wouldn't think you had a fear at all."

"Yeah, I hate flying. It absolutely terrifies me." She said with more happiness because of the compliment. He leaned back against the couch to be more comfortable.

"I had a fear of mimes when I was younger. Now I'm terrified I'm going to meet a dragon here." He smiled. Patting the cat on the head.

"You don't have to worry about that really. There's no here. Crookshanks seems to like you."

"So that's her name. Yeah, I guess."

"She hates Ron. I think it's because he threatens her so much."

"How long have you known Ron and Harry?"

"Since I got here really. Wait, you need tutoring don't you?"

"Umm... for Hogwarts yes."

"I'll be your tutor. If thats okay."

"That would be perfect that you."