Remember Remeber the fifth of November,

the gun powder treason and plot,

I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason,

should ever be forgot

The student body had gathered on the outer wall of the castle after feeling a wave of indescribable power flow through them. Susan recognized that power as deep magic, but even she was surprised by the results.

In Narnia, about one in every hundred trees were dryad trees. That meant that only a small portion of the forest had dryads protecting it. But, about one in ten trees in Narnia were alive in a way that allowed them to communicate, dance, and move. Even so, a good portion of the Narnian forests were made up of trees that were no more sentient than rocks.

This was in many ways a good thing, as it meant that trees could be cut down for fire wood, building materials, and other uses without it being considered murder. Even the sentient trees and dryads had agreed that under certain circumstances trees could be cut down, but only if all of the wood was used, with not a chip being wasted. However, as Susan looked out over the walls of Hogwarts, she saw what looked like every tree in the so called "Forbidden Forest" moving and coming alive.

The students were not alone in their awe. Most of the teachers were on the walls as well, staring at the newly awoken trees with as much awe as the students. To the more intelligent and perceptive students, that in and of itself was worrisome. For Susan, her awe was for an entirely different reason. "How could there be so many?" she murmured to herself.

As they watched, the trees began moving in a pattern. Though the wizards did not recognize it, Susan did. "They're dancing," she whispered. Even to a Queen of Narnia, seeing an entire forest moving and dancing in concert was an amazing sight.

Dumbledore had arrived on the wall by this point, along with anyone who had not managed to get there in the first few minutes. It was getting rather crowded high up on the wall, but no one really seemed to care. The Headmaster stared down at the twisting and moving forest with a slight frown on his face. Susan had to suppress a smile. Her aunt had always said that Dumbledore disliked being out of the loop in any given situation, and he was clearly out of the loop here.

"Students, until I can determine if these actions are threatening the school, all students are confined to the castle, and there is to be a teacher in the entrance hall at all times," proclaimed the old headmaster.

Susan could not let him do it. Dumbledore was creating an air of suspicion, and danger, when the Narnians had little more than peaceful coexistence in mind.

"They are no threat, Headmaster," she said in a voice she once used to issue commands on the battlefield, or give orders from across a banquet hall. Everyone immediately focused their attention on her. Susan was surprised at the overwhelming feeling of shyness coming from the part of her raised in the magical world. Yes she had always been shy, but she had expected the bold character of the Narnian Queen to erase that. Apparently not. Even so, Queen Susan of Narnia would not be deterred by mere shyness. She remembered her training, and spoke with all the authority of the Narnian Crown.

"They are trees, Headmaster. Trees that have woken at last from a very long sleep." As the students and teachers stared at her, Queen Susan of Narnia turned back to the dancing forest, and smiled.

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Peter was talking with the centaur elders when the pulse of deep magic swept through the forest. They were surprised by the pulse, and affected by it as well. Peter watched with interest as the centaurs began standing straighter, their eyes lit up, and suddenly they seemed less the insular arrogant beings he had been negotiating with, and more the proud, noble centaurs he had known back in Narnia.

"Do you remember yourselves now my friends?" Peter asked quietly. The centaur elders turned back to him, surprised by his words.

The ground started shaking. Harry looked around in concern, as did the centaurs, some of whom were even prancing in nervousness. Peter was not expecting this, never in Narnia had so many trees woken at once. Even so, when it happened, even he was surprised by the scale. Every tree shifted, groaned, and lifted itself from the ground. The centaurs stared around in amazement as the forest came alive around them like never before.

"Now do you see, my friends?" Peter said. "We have returned to this land, but we are not alone."