Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
Author's Notes: Hello duckies! It's been so long since I've seen you all and I've missed you deeply! So many things have been going on and guess what? You'll never imagine who managed to ace her nursing boards with flying colors! …No really, it was me. Honest. Now I just have to find a job!
This story is set in an AU of OotP, where somehow Harry ended up falling through the veil in the DoM (whether or not Sirius fell as well is up in the air). It also takes place in the Narnian movie verse of Prince Caspian, since this scene doesn't take place in the book at all.
Nekoneko-xyz requests a Narnia crossover. Possessive!Caspian/Harry and 'Future'.
'So…Beautiful.'
In his frozen state the young man appeared to be only sleeping, but even in his few short years and even the fewer of being aware of even the possible existence of magic – Prince Caspian knew that the beautiful creature was in such a deep state of sleep that only magic could attain. Swathed in what appeared to be miles of black fabric, the male seemed so delicate, that surely one touch from his work worn hands would shatter that porcelain skin beyond repair; yet in that very moment the young prince would have willingly laid down his very life for one chance to see if the being was as delicate as he appeared.
"Hello…Son of Adam," Jadis the White Lady to some (and the White Witch to many more) whispered roughly as she gazed down at the young prince from her prison within the wall of glass. The once snow white woman now a pale blue in the deep bitter ice barely acknowledged the spell enchanted figure that lay at her feet. "I knew this day would come."
The ancient sorceress' seductive words barely reached the prince, so enchanted was he with the sleeping being entrapped in the ice just mere feet from him. Even through the blue of the ice Caspian could see the dark locks of hair cling to apples of the boy's cheeks, flesh that held the barest hint of color but surely would blossom like vibrant flowers away from his icy prison. The boy's pale skin, already likened to delicate porcelain seemed even more fragile as the wind, or water beyond the ice caressed the youth's forehead to reveal a single scar of lightning for but a moment before it was hidden behind those dark tresses once more.
"I see…You desire the child." The White Witch's eyes darkened with desire as she let her gaze stray from the young prince to the enchanted figure at her feet. The woman bent down elegantly for but a moment, her long frozen fingers teasing against the boy's jaw line that had the young prince bristling for reasons beyond his imagining except for the fleeting idea that the woman was not worthy to touch such a treasure. "If you free me…I will give him to you. He is quite the treasure, a magical little thing I found floating beyond the veils of time and space. A rare beauty that those who held him before must have never understood, since they lost him so easily. Free me, and I will give you the boy and all you desire…My king."
Caspian let his eyes trail down from the marred and yet still so elegant forehead to the delicate arch of the boy's nose which drew his attention to dark sooty eyelashes that veiled beautiful eyes that surely were beyond his own simple imagining. He could only imagine what color they would be; surely a brown like his own would be far to plain to grace the being's face. No, surely the young boy had eyes the color of the morning sky just after the moon had finally set and before the sun began to truly rise. Or maybe those eyes would be as green as a glade of grass after a summer rain, or more likened to the emeralds that his late father had once shown him in the castle treasury. No matter what the color, Caspian knew such a pure creature could never approve of his current actions; the delicate boy was surely too pure for the likes of his fellow prisoner, let alone his possible captor if Caspian guessed the situation correctly.
"Wait. This isn't what I wanted." The young prince tried to back away from the witch, torn between fleeing the seductive offerings of the being that surely would cause more pain than peace or staying with the slim chance of being given the young boy the witch seemed to covet with every mockingly gentle stroke of the boy's hair. Caspian was unable to leave the magic circle before the witch, grabbed from behind by the werewolf and the disgusting hag who tore apart the flesh of his palm with an ancient blade. "No…Not like this."
"With one drop of Adam's blood…" Jadis longingly reached beyond the glass, her snow why fingers slowly escaping her frozen binds and stretching out desperately towards the bloody hand of the Narnian heir to the throne. With each agonizing moment the witch drew closer still to the prince's outstretched hand as she hag and werewolf attempted to push him closer to monster in front of him.
"Stop!" The sharp cry came from beyond the chamber as three shadows darted through the darkened tunnel. The once High King Peter and King Edmund drew their swords alongside the dwarf Trumpkin who descended on the traitorous Nikabrik and his two comrades. Caspian struggled and attempted to pull his sluggishly bleeding hand away from the threat of the White Witch, but even the pained cries of the young Queen Lucy could not draw his eyes away from the monstrous woman's eyes; not even the thought of the beautiful boy at the woman's feet could draw him from what surely was another spell.
"Get away from him!"
Caspian found himself forced from the circle and freed from the witch's spell as he dazedly tried to regain himself from where he now laid upon the dirty stone floor of the ancient hall. He could only watch from where he had landed as the former High King of Narnia let his arrogant gaze land upon the beauty that was Caspian's and Caspian's alone. He could see the spark of desire in Peter's eyes as his sword threatened to lower from its' offensive position. What's more Caspian could see Peter's mind at work as the posturing alpha male plotted to take what surely was not his for the taking.
Just as Caspian pulled himself to his feet once more- ready to throw himself at his rival a sharp crack echoed through the enclosed chamber, ringing through the high ceiling and among the pillars to out in the hall beyond. Through the witch's middle the prince could easily see the sword that had been stabbed through the ice from behind; the sword which was causing dozens of minute cracks to shoot through the ice like quick fire, cutting across the Witch and his beloved treasure. His scream of desperation was only silenced by Jadis' own as the woman tilted her head back and cried out into the heavens as the ice collapsed into a thousand pieces upon the chamber floor.
Tears threatened to run down the Prince's cheeks, mourning his beloved and what could never be until the sharp and excited voice of young Queen Lucy managed to reach his distraught ears.
"It's him! The one Aslan told me about in my dream! The boy of ice and lightning! A Son of Merlin! A magician!" The girl darted past her older brother, slipping through the shattered ice and started throwing the blocks to the side as she attempted to free the creature buried in the ice chunks and tangled in his own cloak. With a half-strangled cry the young prince dove towards the girl, helping her rescue his beloved and pulled the far cold young male into his arms. It was as Lucy carefully dripped a single drop of that health restoring cordial upon those rose-kissed lips that Caspian breathed once more, a smile threatening to appear upon his tired and worn face as he could finally dream of a future beyond this war. For surely he felt his beloved's arm move against him, and surely his eyelashes just fluttered for but a moment.
And then Caspian beheld the greenest eyes he could ever dare to imagine.
Boy it's good to be back! I'm still taking prompts folks! You give me the crossover, the pairing, and a prompt between one and five words in length and I may just write it for you! Feel free to send what you like, these are your prompts after all. Although I am desperately pining for a HP/Firefly prompt.