A Day at Cair Paravel:
The years passed. Viola, Sirius and Harry had quickly settled into life in Narnia. Harry was raised as a prince would be. Everyone who lived in the castle – from High King Peter to the scullery maid – had a hand in his upbringing. When he reached five years of age Harry started his lessons. He was taught the histories of both England and Narnia as well as the geographies of both worlds. Harry was also taught mathematics and to read and write in many different tongues. Once he was old enough to become a squire, which in Narnia is seven, Harry spent several hours a day learning the arts of sword fighting, archery and boxing. Viola taught the young wizard everything she knew about magic; since Viola was a Fae she knew more about magic than anyone in any world. Harry also learnt to ride both with a saddle and bareback.
May had just begun. Harry, now ten years old, was awoken by a faun who had already laid out clothing for the young lord to wear that day. Harry was tall for his age and well-built due to constant training with the Kings and his godfather. There was nothing Harry loved more than being outdoors.
After dressing, Harry went down to the banqueting hall where he piled his plate with eggs, bacon, mushrooms and lots of toast. Harry then took his seat at the high table where Queen Susan was daintily consuming toast with butter and quinceberry jam. Harry greeted the gentle queen with a bow before taking his seat at the table to eat his own breakfast. He smiled as his godfather Lord Black bowed to the queen, his own plate piled high with food.
When breakfast was finished Harry went to his lessons, today he was taught history, then mathematics and finally geography before Harry and his tutor, a badger, returned to the banqueting hall for luncheon.
All the males of the castle, including King Edmund and King Peter, went to the training grounds after lunch. Orieus, a centaur and the captain of the guard, lead the men through a series of weapons practise. Queen Susan and Queen Lucy joined in as well. Harry had recently progressed from a wooden practice sword to a real silver dwarf forged blade. He was still getting used to the change of weight.
Returning to his room, Harry changed for dinner. A maid had already laid his clean clothes out for him. At Cair Paravel dinner was always an Event. Every evening when weapons training had been completed, every Narnian in the castle changed into their finest clothing and most beautiful jewels. A great feast would be provided and as it was eaten people would stand up to tell stories or provide music to accompany the food.
This evening the feast lasted four hours and the story of Lord Digory and Lady Polly journeying to the far north with the first Pegasus Fledge at the beginning of Narnia was told. Harry was trying not to yawn by the time Lady Viola led him to bed. Lady Viola couldn't help sighing as she tucked Harry into bed.
"It's almost time to return to England, little lord."
"To Hogwarts?" Sirius had told his godson all about the school he would one day attend. Viola had explained about Voldemort. She had also told Harry how to stop him.
"Yes Harry, to Hogwarts."
