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JOB 37:5 God's voice thunders in marvellous ways;
he does great things beyond our understanding.
For so long He had hoped and waited for His lost children to remember Him, to return to Him.
What the folly of other men had destroyed, the precious trust that should have stayed strong even through those cruel, insensate trials, had never been restored.
For so long He had mourned the many who were lost to Him, and watched as they went on with their life without seeking His comfort, His guidance, His love.
But now, now one daughter of that people had finally listened to His call, her love for her child driving her, more powerful than even she could comprehend.
And the child was a Child of Fate… if he showed the way, many would follow.
Yes, Lily Potter's prayers would be answered, more thoroughly than she expected them to: He would protect and guide her child, so that her child, in turn, could protect and guide others, leading them further up and further in.
He paced, and considered.
Worlds would have to change… events would have to unfold unexpectedly… time would have to be reworked…
But why should it not?
The need was great and so was the gain.
The big paws treaded carefully through Time and Space, watching the changes unfold. With the warmth of the Lion's breath, everything changed…
Four children didn't think to hold each other's hands in a certain train station and so, only the eldest Daughter of Eve was whisked away to answer her Horn's call…
Two parents chose to take their younger son on a certain trip to America, leaving their eldest to his studies and the company of a good Professor, and their only remaining daughter in a certain house in Cambridge, where the girl and her cousin discovered the painting of the Dawn Treader…
A young man who had once been King met a lively, red-headed girl at his cousin's and when they held hands, a Lion roar whisked them away to help a kidnapped Prince in need…
But it was the fourth child He was walking towards now, the Redeemed, the Just, who knew, had guessed, where his siblings had been called to, and had suffered patiently his loss, silently bearing his abandonment, believing his exclusion deserved because of his past mistakes…
"Edmund", He called softly, and smiled as the young King raised hope-filled eyes.
