The Potter's

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Previously...

Eventually, they started talking about other things, particularly about Quidditch and their upcoming classes. Harry didn't notice when Edmund and Lucy went back to their reading, nor did he listen in when they started whispering to one another.

"This only brings up more questions," Harry suddenly heard. "The Professor, the wardrobe, and the Pevensie's. It's all connected."

"Yes, but why?"

"The strange dreams. It has to be because of the dreams we have."

"They aren't dreams though."

"No, they aren't."

"I don't think I'll be able to keep this a secret, Eddie."

"You'll have to, for now, Lu. No one can know, not now, not tomorrow. We can't risk anything."

Harry frowned. What were they talking about? Pevensies? The wardrobe? Were they talking about Lucy's wardrobe? And what professor? Why must they keep it all a secret? And how are their dreams not dreams?

5 January 1992

Edmund was seen in his four-poster bed, reading one of the journals he had found. He was under his covers, his torch in one hand, the journal in the other. This journal held a little old photo of a girl with light-colored hair. The photo was a black-and-white photo of a teenaged Polly Plummer. Edmund suspected that the photo was used as a bookmark. It was a little past midnight, and his dormmates were asleep. As he had suspected, Digory Kirke was the previous owner of Slughorn's home, and he was a professor. Of what, Edmund wasn't entirely sure of just yet. Kirke didn't bring up his profession, what he wrote about must have been far more interesting in comparison to his work.

September 1949

The Pevensie children have gone missing. Rather tragic, especially for their parents. I had their parents over tea not too long ago. We spoke about their children. Their mother, Helen, told me how they had appeared to be struggling after they returned from my home, but that they had seemed far closer than they were before. I imagine that their struggle was in readjusting to the world they had left when they entered my wardrobe. Narnia has that effect, unfortunately.

Edmund frowned. The Pevensie's are missing? And what was Narnia? Was it the world that they all dreamed of? The world that housed the evil woman who haunted Edmund's dreams, and the lion that made Lucy's so magical?

I still remember the day it all began. Polly and I, we still talk to this day on what we experienced. I've told her about what the Pevensie children revealed to me about Narnia. They were there for fifteen years the first time they all traveled together. A mere hour or so in this world had only passed when they returned. They struggled greatly, readjusting to the world they had accidentally left behind. They had fought and won the war that Jadis had started the moment she stepped foot on Narnia. I do believe that they are back in Narnia, up until last night did I truly believe that they had died while there. If an hour here is fifteen years in Narnia, who knows how many years there as opposed to eight here. Until last night, I believed that the Pevensie children were truly gone, if it were not for the strange gifts I found in the wardrobe last night.

Edmund frowned. Kirke had been to this world, with the girl in the photo, Polly. And the wardrobe, it was his, did he enter Narnia through it? And what gifts?

I heard a strange sound coming from my spare room with the wardrobe inside it. How the carvings of my time in Narnia still looked as new as the day they were designed. The door was cracked open and on the ground in the wardrobe held quite the strangest of items. Two swords, one with a red grip and golden lion pommel, the other held a simple black hilt. A set of bow and red arrows. A horn made of ivory, with it the shaping of a lion at the end of it. There was also a dagger that had a similar design to the red gripped sword, as well as a vial of what appears to be a potion. The strangest of things, though, was the inclusion of a silver torch that held Edmund Pevensie's initials on it.

Edmund stopped reading and looked at the very same torch.

I won't reveal where I've hidden the items. I've separated them in hopes that, if they were to ever be discovered, not every single item would necessarily be found. If the Pevensie's are somehow alive, then I know that

Edmund frowned as he reached the end of the journal. It was the youngest one that he could find up in the attic. He had only gone through some of the journals, most of them detailing his ailing mother, his magic-preforming uncle, the girl called Polly Plummer during their teenage years, and a little bit of information on the wardrobe which didn't make much sense at the moment. He had read them all out of order, which certainly didn't help in piecing things together. If there was one thing that Edmund Potter hated, it was reading things out of order.

Peter was seen wandering around the castle. It was early in the morning, not many, if any, students were up. Edmund was probably up and waiting for Pince to open up the library, a place where Peter currently wanted to avoid. Not because he didn't want to see the library, per se, but because he wasn't in the mood to talk to Edmund at the moment. Merlin, he wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone really, and he felt bad for that. He still wasn't completely over Harry getting their father's cloak. He remembered what Jame Potter had told Peter when he was younger.

"When you go off to Hogwarts, Pete," James had said as 6-year-old Peter stared at the invisibility cloak. "This will be hidden inconspicuously in your trunk. Don't tell your Mummy though, she'll have a fit if she knows that you have it with you at Hogwarts. It'll be yours then, and you shall pass it along to your eldest child. That's the tradition, we Potter's have."

Peter still remembers the wide grin he had given his father, and how he promised not to tell his mother. He had been so excited at the thought of inheriting a cloak that could turn him invisible. The funny thing about it all, when he and his siblings left their cottage in Godric's Hollow, he had completely forgotten about it up until he saw Harry unwrapping it. Where had it been if it wasn't in the Potter's cottage? And why did Harry receive it, and not him?"

Peter shook his head in disdain, angry at himself for feeling jealous over his little brother receiving their father's cloak. Though he supposed that it was natural to feel jealous, it was no excuse, Peter had to tell himself.

So, for now, he wandered around the corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He didn't want to face his siblings, especially Edmund, who would sooner realize how he was truly feeling, and not to mention Harry, who was blissfully unaware of the cloak and what their father had told him. He'd rather it be kept that way. He wasn't going to take something that had been given to Harry, but he wasn't going to fully accept that it wasn't given to him just yet. He felt guilty over that. He shouldn't be feeling jealous over what his brother was given, he was the eldest brother after all. He was supposed to protect his younger siblings, and be there for them whenever they had problems.

Lucy was seen inside Hufflepuff's common room, drawing when Cedric Diggory sat across from her.

"You're up early," Lucy observed, lightly smiling at her friend.

"Tragically," Cedric said, smiling back at the redhead. "How was your holiday?"

"It was interesting this year," Lucy admitted. "Caspian, Peter's best friend, and Susan's boyfriend stayed with us." A mischevious grin crossed her face. "I'm still surprised that Caspian managed to leave there alive."

Cedric laughed. "My holiday wasn't as endearing as yours then. Dad was rather loud, as always, while Mum made this delicious banoffee pie that I think you'd like."

"Maybe I could visit sometime during the summer holiday," Lucy suggested, which caused Cedric's face to bashfully turn red. "What? What is it?"

"Nothing," Cedric said as he grinned. "I think that...I think that would be splendid, Lucy Potter."

Lucy grinned. "Thank you, Cedric Diggory."

Cedric grinned again as he stood up. "Yes, well." He looked down at his watch. "Oh, breakfast is about to begin." He looked at Lucy. "Would you like to walk down with me?"

Lucy smiled. "I would love to." She closed her book, picked it up, and left with her friend for the Great Hall.

Susan was seen sitting at the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall when Caspian sat across from her. She was reading a muggle book Edmund had found in the Professor's library, Jane Eyre.

"You're supposed to be with the Gryffindors," Susan said, not bothering to look up at Caspian, who smirked.

"And you're supposed to be eating, not reading."

Susan looked up at Caspian and gave him a look, which only made him laugh.

"So, there's a Hogsmeade trip on the 15th of February," Caspian said. "I was thinking, that since it's only a day after Valentine's Day, would you like to go on a date with me, Miss. Potter?"

Susan looked slightly bewildered, before smiling. "I would love to, Mr. Lestrange."

Caspian grinned. "Brilliant! Now, I take it you don't want to go to that Puddifoot's shop if I'm not mistaken?"

"It's too tacky for my liking," Susan agreed. "And too predictable for a date, especially right after Valentine's Day. How about we go to the Three Broomsticks?"

Caspian grinned. "Couldn't have said it better myself, Sue."

"And then, how about we visit the Shrieking Shack?" Susan suggested, laughing when she saw the look on Caspian's face. "I may not be overly fond of adventures, but a good mystery seems like the perfect way to spend on a date, Lestrange."

Caspian smirked. "Indeed, Potter."

Harry was seen with Hermione. Daphne and Draco still were asleep, though Harry had reasons to believe that they were both for different reasons.

"You don't know who sent the cloak?" Hermione asked as she and Harry entered the library. For once, Edmund wasn't at his normal table, so they sat towards the back of the library, away from Madam Pince, who was the only one there.

"No," Harry said, frowning. "There was a card with it, telling me to use it well, but it didn't have any names on it."

Hermione frowned. "And Susan mentioned that it was your father's?"

Harry nodded. "They were as surprised as I was when I unwrapped it. Susan said that they had thought it was locked away in our old home."

"Then how did it end up with you?" Hermione questioned. "And why was it given to you, and not any of your other siblings?"

Harry was confused. "Why would it be given to my brothers or sisters?"

"Well, because they're older than you, are they not?" Hermione pointed out. "Doesn't family heirlooms often go to the eldest sibling?"

Harry hadn't thought of that. He looked at Hermione and shrugged. "I'm sure they don't mind, Hermione. Peter and Susan, won't mind that I've got the cloak. Neither with Edmund and Lucy." As far as he knew, at least. "They probably don't even care that I've got it. They left it in our old home after all."

Hermione said nothing about the cloak as she started talking about the Philosopher's Stone. "We'll be needing Edmund if we want to look in the Restricted Section for any information about the stone. He's normally here by now."

Harry nodded, briefly wondering where his older brother was. "We can go down to the Slytherin Common Room and get him if he's still in there. I didn't see him at breakfast."

Hermione nodded. "Brilliant idea lets go."

It didn't take long for the two First Years to make it down into the dungeons. Hermione stayed outside of the Slytherin entrance while Harry headed inside.

Edmund was asleep when Harry entered his dorm. He frowned, it was rare to see his brother in his bed with his eyes closed, but Harry would never call it a bad thing whenever Edmund did manage to fall asleep. An old-looking journal was next to the middle Potter boy, as well as his old silver torch, which was still on. Harry picked it up, turned it off, and placed the torch on his brother's bedside table. He contemplated whether he should wake his brother or not, but eventually decided against it. Edmund looked tired, and Harry didn't want to disturb him any more than he had to.

He and Hermione returned to the library, they could ask Edmund later, when he was up and about. It wouldn't hurt to wait a little longer.

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Review(s):

Blackdrake: Thanks for the review. I agree that Dumbledore did mess up this time when it came to the cloak. He does have Harry's best interest at heart, but for what exact reason? This definitely will cause some problems with the other Potter children along the way, but everything will work out in the end. Oh, and happy belated Christmas.