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4 Discoveries
"Why don't we take the plan of action Lucy suggested and find out more. If any of our people are here it should be easy to find them as Narnians have a particular energy that should be easy for us to sense in this world. For now we shan't have to worry about the Old Man as I have modified his memory. He won't remember seeing any of us today unless he finds a healer or someone powerful enough to remove it, which, considering the power level our Royal Sister has said they have, I doubt."
Dumbledore
At the end of the week when I returned to Hogwarts after my last visit to a muggleborn student's home something was bothering me, it was sitting there nagging at me though I couldn't tell what it was. I felt like I was forgetting something it was almost like someone had put a memory charm on me but as much as I tried I couldn't detect one. Usually I am able to detect when a spell, of any kind, has been performed on me but this time I'm not sure.
Pushing the feeling aside I stepped into my office and walked over to my book. I flipped to the page with the list for this year's students on it and glanced over it to double-check whether all of them had been notified. I stopped and stared at the names on the top of the list which read in flaming red ink:
Lucy Pevensie, Edmund Pevensie, Susan Pevensie, Peter Pevensie
I have no recollection of thinking about these children at all, let alone visiting them as I was supposed to. I do suppose a visit to Poppy is in order.
Lucy
We decided to leave the investigations until the next day. We would ask mom if we could go to the Professor's for the remainder of the holidays. That would provide us with enough time to do as much research as possible.
It was eventually arranged that we would go to the professor's for the last three weeks of the holiday, taking a train from London at the end of the month. The next week was spent packing and preparing and before we had time to relax, we were packed up and headed out to the station to catch a train to the middle of nowhere.
Now the Professor lived in a small town somewhere in Scotland very close I might add, to Hogwarts. The station the children were going to was just one stop ahead of Hogsmeade station. The Professor lived quite a way away from Hogwarts itself, on the other side of the forbidden forest. He had discovered the Magical World shortly after his adventure with Polly when he saw people from the ministry obliviating all the muggles who had seen Jadis on her rampage through London.
Those of you who have read 'The Magicians Nephew' will know that the Ketterly family was somewhat magical. They were of Magical descent and the family still had limited magical abilities which would skip through the generations until it found someone worthy to wield it or it was awakened by some outside force such as The Professor's uncle Andrew's 'Fairy Godmother' or, in the Professor's case, Aslan and the Deep Magic of Narnia.
When he had his adventure, Digory Kirke, as The Professor was known then, was 10 years old and it was the summer almost a year before his eleventh birthday. His magic had awakened and he received his Hogwarts letter a year to the day he got back from Narnia and his name, like the Pevensies', had appeared in flaming red ink.
The Professor had gone on to become a well-known wizard who studied the magic of spells and potions (how and why they did what they did, where they came from, how they could be improved or simplified) and invented new ones where they were needed. His magical essence had been influenced by the deep magic of Narnia and was akin to it in many ways. It was the most fundamental, basic magic, used to create and develop new things, to change things from one form to another, to heal and provide balance and to awaken the spirits of all living things.
It was partly due to him that the Forbidden Forest was forbidden. His magic awoke the trees and the most intelligent beasts and they grew and changed until they, as Lucy had thought, were intelligent almost to the point of being able to speak and dance but the Professor was not Aslan and he was not purposefully trying to change the forest and so, though his presence influenced the forest, his being there did not and could not change its nature or the way the deep magic of the earth had made it without the blessing, help or consent of Aslan or that of The Emperor Over The Sea. He could tell the time was not right and that he was not the person to work these changes so he left the forest to grow and change without his direct involvement.
When the train pulled into the Station on the rainy August morning of the Pevensies journey to Scotland the platform was deserted, as it had been the last time they were there, only this time they did not wait for Mrs. Macready but began walking with their trunks until they met her on the road. When they did see her a few minutes later she fixed them with the same stern look and said, "Come on, get in." in a way that would later be likened by Edmund to Professor McGonagall. They quickly climbed up into the carriage and sat in silence the whole of the rest of the drive to the Professors estate.
As they entered the house Mrs. Macready broke the silence. "I hope you remember the rules from last time. No running in the halls, no loud noises, no touching of any historical artifacts, in fact the only one which has changed it that you may speak to the professor, but you are to knock and wait for permission before entering his study is that clear?" a collective mumble of "Yes ma'am" was heard before they were dismissed and told to "Go upstairs and unpack, all of you." Which was promptly obeyed.