The Potters
So, I don't own Harry Potter or the Chronicles of Narnia...Damn.
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Note: I made some changes to chapters 21 and 27 that will hopefully make this chapter a bit more clear.
Previously...
Lucy entered the library, and it didn't take her long to find Edmund. Harry was with him too, and Hermione Granger. Her smile faded when Lucy noticed the strange look on Harry's face, and how he was talking very quickly.
As she moved closer to her brother's and friend, Lucy could make out what Harry was saying. "—Are you sure you don't hear it?" Harry asked.
"No, Harry," Edmund said as he frowned. Lucy could tell the older Slytherin boy was worried, even though he didn't show it.
"What about you, Hermione?" Harry asked his friend, who shook her head.
"I didn't hear anything, Harry," Hermione said as Lucy walked up to the table.
"Hear what?" Lucy asked, causing everyone at Edmund's table to turn and look in her direction.
Harry wrung his hands together as he stared at his sister. "I heard something," He said. "It said that it wanted to kill me."
9 September 1992
If Lucy had dreams of the future, she would have been over the moon. It might have explained why she had fragments of Lucy Pevenise's memories. Why only she and Edmund were remembering and what Aslan had told them. At that moment, it would help her figure out who was trying to kill Harry.
Tragically, Lucy was skeptical in the competence of divination, no thanks to the eccentric Sybill Trelawney. Though, the professor's ominous comment from Lucy's last class with her was startling; there was no way she could have known about the girl in the mirror's words to her.
That was another thing that worried Lucy, the Mirror of Erised. When Harry stopped the Dark Lord from returning at the end of the school year, he had mentioned the mirror. He told Lucy and their siblings that he had seen their parents in the mirror, and eventually, the Philosopher's Stone that had been hidden in it by Professor Dumbledore.
"How do you know what the mirror's called, Harry?" Lucy remembered Edmund asking Harry during the train ride back to London.
"Professor Dumbledore told me," Harry had said truthfully. "He visited me in the Hospital Wing before you lot came. He told me that the mirror lies. It doesn't show the truth, just images that we want to see."
Lucy remembered how Peter and Susan looked after that, they both were relieved. She and Edmund, on the other hand, had been confused. Why would the mirror show them something they never thought of before? Edmund, later after he and Lucy retreated to Slughorn's library, reasoned that their subconscious could have been trying to tell them something that they needed to know, not want.
Regardless, everything was confusing to Lucy.
She watched as Edmund examined an old looking book that had Ancient Runes sprawled along the greying-parchment pages. She could tell that it hadn't been opened up in a century, due to the dust that had flown out of the pages when Edmund opened it.
"What are you looking for?" Lucy asked, wondering if her brother would look up at her and actually speak, which he hadn't done since she entered the library a little over two hours ago.
She wasn't shocked when Edmund's shoulders jerked back. He looked at Lucy with wide eyes, surprised to see her sitting next to him.
"How long have you been here?"
"Since I got out of class," Lucy said, frowning as she looked at Edmund, who had dark shadows under his eyes from lack of sleep and his skin seemed more pale than usual. "Please tell me you went to classes today, Edmund."
Edmund scowled and looked down at his watch. "Damnit, I lost track of time."
"Edmund..."
Edmund waved his sister off. "I'll tell the professors I got sick. I imagine I look like it at the moment."
Lucy shook her head in disapproval. "And if I tell Susan?"
Edmund shrugged. "Tell her for all I care. Finding out who wants to kill Harry again is more important."
"Why are you in the library then?"
Edmund sighed, his impassive face falling as concern took over. "I've been trying to find out the defense barriers the school has. Technically, no one's able to apparate in or out of Hogwarts and obviously no dark wizard can just walk in without Dumbledore knowing." Edmund glanced at the book in front of him. "It doesn't help that Harry didn't see the bastard, and no one else but him heard the voice."
Lucy frowned as she looked around the library. Madam Pince was at her desk, not even bothering to hide that she was looking directly at the two Potter siblings.
"Should we tell Peter and Susan?" Lucy asked when she looked back at Edmund, who was turning one of the pages of the old and dusty book. She made a face when more dust flew out into the air.
Edmund looked at Lucy and shook his head. "Not until we know more," He said before looking back down at the book.
"What if it's his scar though?" Lucy asked. "It's acted up before...You know, in the Forbidden Forest." She grimaced as a flash of the dead unicorn came running back into her mind. She shook her head and glanced at Edmund, who had a frown on his face.
"I don't know, Lu," Edmund admitted as he closed the book. More dust entered the air, but Edmund swatted at it this time in an attempt to get rid of it, though ultimately failed.
12 September 1992
"Should it be this color?" Tonks questioned as she eyed her grey-colored coffee with suspicion.
Peter frowned as he peered at the drink. "I don't know," He admitted before he looked at what should have been his cup of hot tea if it weren't for the ice cube floating in the center.
Almost simultaneously, Peter and Tonks pushed their respective drinks towards the other side of their greasy table.
Sheepishly, Peter grinned. "I hear you've found a mentor in Alastor Moody."
"Mad-Eye? Oh, yeah, he's a character," Tonks said as she smirked. "He's loads better than any of our Defense professors at Hogwarts."
"Really?" Peter asked, intrigued.
Tonks nodded as her eye color changed to at least three different colors before they settled on hazel. "Merlin, Pete. I learned more just this week then I did during my seven years at Hogwarts, though Mad-Eye's lectures can be a bit overboard. You'd enjoy them, I think."
"And why is that, Nymphadora Tonks?" Peter asked a grin threatening to form on his lips.
Tonks humorously glared at Peter. "Because, according to Caspian, you were the only one in your year, and no doubt the entire bloody school, who could stay awake during Binns' class."
Peter snorted, though he managed to pull off an offended look. "Are you insinuating that I'm boring?"
Tonks smirked. "Who else could I be talking about? Is there another redheaded Potter around who's got rule-abiding written on their forehead?"
"Susan," Peter quipped, which caused Tonks to howl with laughter that Peter joined in on.
Normally, Susan thought that she was the more responsible Potter. She kept up with her classes, made sure that her siblings weren't attempting to kill one another or get themselves killed doing something they shouldn't have and always made sure that she was careful during her more...private moments with Caspian. They both made sure that they were careful with the help of potions, but there could be no denying that they had missed a few.
She kept her arms crossed as she walked towards the Hospital Wing, which hopefully wouldn't be packed with students. Susan contemplated going earlier in the week when she realized that she had been late, but decided against it. Too many questions would be asked considering she would have needed to inform her professors that she was leaving the classroom for the infirmary, and Susan couldn't have that.
Luckily, once Susan reached the Hospital Wing, no one other than Madame Pomfrey was there.
The healer was like a hawk, her head shot up from her the stacks of parchment on her desk when Susan entered the Hospital Wing.
"Yes, Miss Potter?" Madame Pomfrey questioned as she stood. Her calculating eyes were already scanning every inch of Susan, examining her for any visible affliction.
Susan opened her mouth, but no words came out. She looked around the room, at that moment hoping for someone to come in so she wouldn't have to say anything. She wanted to chide herself, she came to the Hospital Wing willingly and here she was wanting to leave before she could even speak.
"Miss Potter?" Madame Pomfrey said, now somehow in front of Susan. Her gaze was stern but had slivers of concern mixed in. "Is something wrong?"
Susan bit her lip as started to shake her head. She sighed, looked at the matron as she nodded.
"Yes," Susan said, her voice wavering more then she would have normally liked it too. She grimaced as she failed to find anything else to say. No, she knew what she wanted to say, but didn't have the courage to say it out loud.
"Susan," Madame Pomfrey said, her gaze turning even more concerned as opposed to stern.
Susan nodded without thinking, and she looked at the healer and said: "Are there any potions or charms you know of that can tell me ... " Her voice broke off again and she sighed.
"I'm late," Susan managed to say after another moment of awkward, rigid silence.
"Late? In what capacity are you ... late?" Madame Pomfrey pressed, though judging by the look on her face, both she and Susan knew what the healer was referring to.
"I don't want to say it," Susan admitted. She looked over her shoulder again, no one was behind her. Now, it was more relieving, yet bothersome all the same.
Madame Pomfrey's lips thinned, but she nodded. "Let's see if you have to say it all, dear."
The matron of Hogwarts motioned for Susan to follow her to the bed closest to her office. Susan followed and sat down without needing to be told. Madame Pomfrey nodded, seemingly to herself, as she pulled her wand out and brought out a privacy screen.
"Wait here," Madame Pomfrey told Susan once the privacy screen was placed around the bed, blocking anyone from seeing Susan on the inside, and blocking Susan from seeing anyone on the outside.
Susan nodded and watched as the matron left, only to return a minute later with a vial of a murky grey-colored potion. She also had a small glass bowl, tissues and what appeared to be a sewing needle.
"Hold out your hand, please," Madame Pomfrey said after she set the items down on the bedside table next to Susan.
Susan obeyed and held out her right hand. Madame Pomfrey nodded as she took Susan's hand, examined it for a moment before she brought out a clear vial and let a few drops fall onto Susan's pointer finger. She quickly dabbed the liquid off with one of the tissues before, without any warning, stuck the needle into Susan's finger.
Susan bit her lip, not particularly out of pain or shock, but at the thought of what was occurring at that very moment.
"The potion will turn yellow if you're positive, green for negative," Madame Pomfrey said as she squeezed Susan's finger as it hovered over the glass bowl.
Susan only nodded as the droplets of blood collided with the potion. She watched, anxiously, as the blood dissolved into the potion.
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I know there might be some mistakes and might seem a bit rushed, so I apologize.
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Until next time...
Review(s):
Guest (Chapter 30): Thanks for the review. You know, I've found a couple of really good ones over the years, but not all of them have been updated recently.
Guest (Chapter 29): Thanks for the review. I have to admit, Edmund's always been my favorite too, along with Lucy. And that's an interesting theory you have.
