DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, Doctor Who or the Chronicles of Narnia. I own this plot only, and any OCs. My depictions of real life characters are based on stereotypes or suppositions and no insult is intended. I have no desire to own the series this story is based on, although if anyone could give me either a wand, TARDIS or wardrobe portal into Narnia I certainly wouldn't say no.

IMPORTANT: This is a rewrite of my story, You Are Not Alone and, as such, any resemblence to that story is intentional. No offence is meant by my portrayal of the Royal Family. I have the utmost of respect for Her Majesty the Queen and her wider family.

Chapter Nine: Approaching Summer

'But as for Lucy, she was always gay and golden-haired, and all princes in those parts desired her to be their Queen, and her own people called her Queen Lucy the Valiant.' C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, HarperCollins

Location: Hogwarts Express, near Edinburgh Waverley railway station, Edinburgh, Scotland, Earth
En route to: London King's Cross Station
Time: June 1992 CE

The Hogwarts Express steamed through the Scottish capital of Edinburgh on its way southwards to King's Cross in the centre of London. Inside a compartment near the rear of the train, the group of nine friends were chatting animatedly about their summer plans after the last few weeks of their first year had passed by rapidly in a haze of exams and breaks between them spent enjoying the warm sunshine. Hermione's were perhaps the most exciting, travelling to the south of France then skiing in the Alps. Daphne, Tracey, Susan and Hannah were spending the holidays visiting each other. Neville, whose love for Herbology had grown over their first year would be spending his time in the Longbottom Greenhouses. Draco would probably follow his socialite mother all over the country to various parties. Lucy, who had very little living family, if any, by this time, would be living with Harry (go figure) as his ward, and he would be staying at Balmoral Castle, possibly with a few trips with the Doctor on the side.

Anyone looking into the compartment would probably think that it was quite a cute scene, students from all four houses taking animatedly together while Lucy and Daphne snoozed, their heads on Harry and Draco's shoulders respectively. Harry took a moment out from the conversation, looking out the window as the train streaked through Waverley station in Edinburgh, the muggles on the platform completely clueless that the train was filled with magical children. The end of the platform went past and the train was again streaking through suburbia, southwards towards the East Coast and onto London.

Location: Pancras Road, Camden & Islington, London, England, Earth
Time: June 1992 CE

The black limousine pulled away from the side of the road outside Kings Cross station and started off towards Heathrow. Harry and Lucy, both of whom were rapidly getting used to the royal lifestyle, were relaxing in the back of the limousine, enjoying the opportunity to be themselves without teasing, Lucy reclining leisurely against Harry's chest, his hand absent mindedly playing with the tips of Lucy's flowing auburn hair. Most people thought they were a couple already, but as far as they were concerned, they'd grown up together, and they were just best friends, not ready for being a couple...yet. This maybe surprising thinking from a pair of eleven year olds, but considering one had already lived through the first 23 years of her life, not unexpected.

The pair remained in this position as the car followed the A40 towards Heathrow.

Location: Somewhere over Scotland, Earth
En route to: Balmoral Castle, Royal Deeside, Aberdeenshire, Scotland, Earth
Time: June 1992 CE

The specially built Airbus A319 carrying Harry, Lucy, and the Prince of Wales, who had met the others at Heathrow was currently flying high over Scotland towards Balmoral in the north. Charles was reading Murder on the Orient Express, one of his favourite all time novels, occasionally looking over at the two young Gryffindors sitting in one of the rows slightly ahead of him on the other side of the plane, the pair were fast asleep in a position that Charles and the rest of the family had quickly become accustomed to seeing over Christmas, heads together, blissful smiles on their faces.

Harry started stirring as the Airbus started its descent downwards towards Balmoral's private airstrip, feeling the comforting weight of Lucy's head against his shoulder. As the plane came in to land Harry whispered into Lucy's ear, watching as she twitched slightly first from the hot breath on her neck. 'Lu! Lucy! Lucy-love! The plane is landing, it's time to wake up.'

'Wait...wuh? I'm up, I'm up!' Lucy muttered groggily, missing the snort from Harry at the very unladylike waking up of the High Queen of Narnia.

'We're here Lu. Welcome back to Balmoral!'

Location: Balmoral Castle, Royal Deeside, Aberdeenshire, Scotland, Earth
Time: June 1992 CE

'Lulu! Jamie! Come play with me and Genie!' The young princess Beatrice begged, puppy dog eyes strongly reminding Lucy of a moment some three years ago (from her perspective), on the fateful day where she had stumbled through a wardrobe in a spare room, finding herself in a world of beauty and magic. And now she understood why Peter had given in so easily...it was just too adorable!

Harry was already making his way over to where Eugenie was sitting and was tickling the now giggling infant, even as Lucy acquiesced and took the hand offered to her by Beatrice. Taking a seat next to Harry, unconsciously sitting so they're shoulders were barely touching, Lucy started teaching Bea basic hand clapping games, most of which she had learned from her sister Susan.

In a short break between games, Lucy glanced at Harry who was alternating between playing peek-a-boo and tickling the adorable girl. As she turned back to focus on playing with Beatrice again, she didn't notice Harry glancing at her in turn, nor did she notice Prince Andrew's head look in on the four kids, smiling before returning to the sitting room where the adults were conversing.

After an hour or so, Andrew and his wife came into the playroom and after some coaxing they took Bea and Genie off to bed and Harry and Lucy were left alone. They soon found themselves sitting in what could be considered their "traditional" pose, the pose they adopted whenever they sorted out what was going on in their lives from day to day and to draw support from each other, side by side, Lucy resting her head on Harry's shoulder.

A week later, Harry and Lucy took the opportunity to leave the younger royals with their parents and went for a horse ride. The two horses, Trumpkin and Lucy, were currently trotting along a riding trail leading away from the castle to the village of Braemar before following the River Dee up further into the Highlands, their riders enjoying the opportunity to get away from the castle without a chaperone for a while.

The accomplished, if young riders, crossed the River Dee onto an island via a ford about six kilometres north of Braemar, and after dismounting from their steeds, Harry produced a picnic basket and blanket and the pair took a seat on the soft grass, chatting amiably as they polished off a picnic lunch breathing in the cool and clean air of the Scottish Highlands, neither noticing the lady beetle which perched itself on the flagon of pumpkin juice resting on the picnic blanket.

The next morning, a tired and ruffled looking owl sailed into a small dining room at Balmoral Castle, delivering the Early Morning Prophet just as Harry and Lucy walked in for breakfast, Charles taking one look at the front page and immediately passing it over to Harry, who gaped reading the headline, a reaction mirrored by Lucy when she glanced over as well and they immediately started reading the article together.

SCOTLAND SUMMER LOVING FOR PRINCE-WHO-LIVED
by Rita Skeeter, special correspondent

It appears that young Prince Harry James, Duke of Gryffindor, better known as Harry Potter-Windsor in the wizarding world, has found a young woman to give his heart. When he became one of a spate of eleven year olds sitting as Lords and Ladies of the Wizenagamot in September last year, the young Duke announced a muggleborn by the name of Lucy Pevensie as a ward of the House of Potter, the oldest of the Most Ancient and Noble Houses and second oldest of His Royal Highness's seats, allowing her to take the name of Lucy Pevensie-Potter.

Later that year, the Prophet can exclusively reveal that the young Miss Pevensie-Potter joined the Prince and his family at Balmoral Castle in northern Scotland over Christmas, and once again over summer, where the Prophet can once again exclusively reveal that just yesterday, Miss Pevensie-Potter joined the Prince on a romantic horse ride alongside the River Dee culminating in a picnic lunch west of Braemar in the Scottish Highlands.

Upon investigation at the Department of Mysteries's Bonds Office, this reporter can reveal that the Book of Bonds, kept since 1965 by Master Unspeakable Wilhemina Klink-Unthank, recognises a destiny bond between the two preteens. On encountering this statement, Klink-Unthank was kind enough to explain that a destiny bond can only occur between two people who carry the same, or similar destinies and acts as a weak forerunner to a full-blown soul bond.

The Palace and Prince Harry James were unavailable for comment today and it is unclear just where the Prince and Miss Pevensie-Potter actually met.

For more information about Prince Harry James, page 3. For more information about The Royal Family, page 6. For speculation on the identity of Miss Pevensie-Potter, page 27.

Harry just sighed before looking at his best friend. 'Well welcome to the world of wild royal speculation.' his uncle Charles informed the two as he sipped his tea at the head of the table. 'Just ignore it and don't let the media rule your life.'

Lucy, used to having to live up to the expectations of her subjects as a Queen of Narnia, knew that Charles was right, patting Harry's hand comfortingly before pouring herself her morning "cuppa", a ritual that had started early in her years in Narnia and had perservered even after she and her siblings had regressed to their original age the first time they had returned to England from their magical kingdom.

'Jamie and Lulu sitting in a tree...' Bea was singing, joined by ten year old Will and eight year old Henry (Harry to the Royals) while the infant Genie just clapped along oblivious to the real teasing nature of the song just yet.

'Really, Bea?' Lucy asked, walking up to the girl slowly waggling her fingers in a tickling motion causing the young Princess to squeal and run off only to be caught by Harry and there was soon an intense tickle war taking place amongst the young Royals and Lucy.

After Charles came in, breaking up the war to inform the children that lunch was ready, Lucy kissed Harry sweetly on the cheek causing the young ones to start giggling and break out into song again.

Author's Note: So summer after first year now. Please read and review and stay tuned for the next installment