Title: White Sails

genre: adventure and romance

fandom: Crossover Harry Potter / Chronicles of Narnia

author: Lovelydarknightmare

word count: 45k and counting (still have the last chapter to write)

pairings: Harry/Edmund; Luna/Lucy; Draco/Blaise; Susan/Hermione

synopsis: Edmund Pevensie sailed to the end of the world to find assistance to save Narnia from destruction. It is on Hogward's shores that he arrived the day after the end of the Wizarding War. Harry didn't hesitate very long before sailing away with this mysterious king and neither did Hermione, Luna, Draco and Blaise, eager to run away from the damages of the war.

Canon or not canon?: It is definitly non canon as you could have guessed, I am making the war last a bit longer, but apart from that, there is no major changes. Both the wizards/witches and the Pevensies are in their twenties and late teens for Lucy.

disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Narnia, only using them for fun

author's note: Welcome to everyone who ended up on this humble page! I wrote this fic last summer and decided it was about time to share it. The fic is mostly finished, I just need to make some editing and to write the last chapter. I have not decided of a publication rythm yet, so please tell me in the reviews what you prefer! And I would like to thanks Ali for the corrections she made!

It all started from a silly idea and now I have 45k words. I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it. I had some fun with the pairings as you will see.


White Sails

Chapter 1

Dust and ruins were all of what was left of the battlefield. The war ended that night, among other things. Hogwarts' gigantic dark figure stood still, wrapped in the mist of dawn, welcoming the glory of a new era. An era of peace and reconstruction.

He left the heavy atmosphere of the castle, wand still in hand, to let himself fall on the ground in front of the lake. Less than a decade after his return, Voldemort died once and for all. And Harry was free to live. An hour ago, he was someone else. An hour ago, he had not killed Voldemort yet. In order to free himself (and all the Wizarding World) of the worst mass murderer of their history, he had to become a monster himself. A killer.

His breathing was erratic, almost desperate. Behind him, the roar of victory echoed in the shadows. They won. They were alive – most of them. But Harry didn't join them. He stayed on the banks of the lake, his gaze lost into the line where the water and the sky were collapsing together. Waiting for something. Or someone. Waiting to find a new purpose in his life.

Hermione joined him later without a word. The sun was slowly rising behind them, warming their back. The war was over, yet it didn't seem like it was actually over. How can it be? The war had always been there. They had always lived in the conflict one way or another since they were eleven. Hermione sighed and put a hand on Harry's back.

"Have you seen this?" He blurted, pointing the horizon in front of them.

Something was shining on the surface of the water, far away, on the other side of the lake. Hermione squinted a little. 'No. Not really, it's just the sunlight.'

Harry shook his head. 'No, they're something else. I see it'.

"You are seeing things," said the young woman.

An hour later, they joined what was left of their army. Some had already left with their family. Some were starting to organize the dead and the injured. Some were wandering as Harry and Hermione did. Things needed to be done. Bury the dead. Heal the dying. And rebuild the ruins the castle had become.

Harry just could not go anywhere near his friends' corpses. His heart would explode. He was feeling empty, like a big cup or a plaster sculpture. His purpose in life was fulfilled now, and he had nothing to fight for anymore. He needed to find something to do, to make him feel whole again. For the time being, he went with a team to stabilize the castle – to make sure it doesn't fall on the head of the injured.

Until it was dark again outside, no one stopped working. More forces were allocated to the reconstruction. The castle had been more damaged than it seemed at first. It was a miracle that it was still standing. A miracle or magic maybe. Eventually both.

Harry laid down on a stone in a corridor. It is where MacGonagall found him. She sat next to him, while he straightened.

"I am so sorry you went through all of this, Harry," she said. "The child you were should have been protected from all this. I am sorry you were not."

"I'm alright, professor. I haven't been angry about this for some time. And you are definitely not the person who should apologize. You were the one protecting us from the beginning."

They both knew who he was referring to, but none of them mentioned him. Everyone knew what kind of man Albus Dumbledore was during his time.

"You should eat. It is not healthy to languish in the corridors." While saying these words, she stood up and waited for him to join her in her walk toward the Great Hall. People were gathering here. On one side, the injured were laid down in makeshift beds. On the other side, people were sitting on the ground, on benches, on what was left of the tables, with a bowl of slop. The rattle of spoons echoed in the dead-silent hall. After the joy of victory, the time of mourning had come.

Harry took a bowl from Hermione's hands and chose to sit in the corner of the room, from where he could see everyone – old habits. His friend joined him after she had taken her own meal. They didn't remember ever seeing the Great Hall so quiet. Ron was on the other side of the room, with all his family. Percy and Fred were lying in one of the makeshift beds, between life and death, but much closer to death. He and Hermione stayed away, to let them grieve. The Weasleys needed time.

Harry glared at another group. Two Slytherins who fought next to them – more or less. Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. No one really knew their real allegiance. They seemed to change theirs when convenient. Hermione's theory was that their true allegiance was themselves. And Harry could hardly say he disagreed.

The two young men were eating apart from the rest of the group. Everyone close to them seemed ready to go directly for their throat at the first sign of a smirk. Or even if they started breathing too loudly. They were obviously putting a lot of effort into not being noticed.

Harry knew Luna was somewhere even if he couldn't see her. But he could see Neville who was watching over Hannah who was sleeping. She lost an arm and a lot of blood, but she will live. Remus will not. Harry let a tearing sigh out. Neither will Sirius. Or Tonks. Or Seamus. Padma. Slughorn. Mary. Andrew. Fleur. And all the one he did not even know.

Fred died during the night. Harry could feel his guts clenching when he heard the desperate sob of Molly in the morning. He didn't handle lost very well, so he left the great hall to find his way to the lake once again.

He had thought when he was younger that he was going to get used to death after what he had been through. But no. Grief is always here hitting you at the core. He still heard this little voice in his head who told him this would not have happened if it was not about him. It was his blood who revived Voldemort and made him ten times more powerful. His own blood in this monster's veins. If he had died during the tournament, if he never had grabbed this bloody cup, they would all be alive today. He would not have buried his godfathers the day before after so many years of war.

He was trembling when he reached the lake's bank. His heart dropped in his feet when he looked up. The small shining light on the lake of the morning before was now a dozen of white sails above a wooden deck. A ship. Its figurehead was a gigantic golden lion who roared toward him.

He shook his head. The lack of sleep didn't do him much good. But when he stared again, the ship was still there, except a bit closer maybe. By Merlin's beard, what a bloody ocean-going ship was doing on Hogwarts' lake? Panic started to rise in his blood. Whatever that was, he was no ready to deal with it. He did not want to have to deal with anything. He was weary of that kind of situation.

"He arrives at last," said a voice behind him. Luna stood next to him with a large smile.

"Who? Who arrives?"

"You'll see soon enough, Harry, and I believed you will be quite fond of him."

"You mean you know who's coming?"

"No, not yet. But we will," she responded with an ethereal voice.

Luna was acting as Luna as ever, which was not to appease Harry, but as long as she was not worried, everything should be okay.

It was not long after that everyone gathered on the side of the lake next to Harry as the rumour of a ship spread in the castle. Even Malfoy and Zabini were there, on the edge of the group. One could recognize a human figure on the stern, which only fed the murmur of the crowd. Harry was nervous.

The ship berthed a little too close to the bank. A walkway slipped off the desk to the ground and a man appeared. A very pale young man, not much older than Harry, wearing a purple cloak on the top of medieval outfits. And with a silver crown on his head. The crowd was very much silent at this point.

"Who are you and what bring you at Hogwarts?" said professor MacGonagall, stepping out of the group in direction of the walkway, wand in hand.

"I am King Edmund Pevensie the Just. Have I reached the edge of the world?" asked the young man. "Is this a place where I could find assistance?"

It did not take MacGonagall very long to disperse the crowd. She sent them back to work and took the man to her office. They needed to talk. Harry was confused by all this. This man – this king? - seemed to get out of a fairy tale with his dark hair and the sword he was wearing at his belt. He wanted to follow them in MacGonagall's office, but she dismissed him. She made it very clear his presence in the meeting was not required.

Hermione had a hard time too to not sneak into the office. As Harry and her were walking back to the Great Hall, she did not stop making theory out of the blue on this man, and what he wanted help for.

The name on everyone's mouths all day was Edmund Pevensie's. As everyone was looking for a solution to not think about the war and the deaths, this distraction was very welcomed. The stranger seemed to have not left MacGonagall's office. At the end of the day, Harry was lurking around the office in the hope to catch the man and find answers to his many questions. Was he himself looking for distractions from reality?

The door burst open and he heard voices from inside the office.

"I have crossed half of the world, lost my crew and I came here begging you for help, how dare you treating me like some disturbance!"

"I don't think you understand very well the situation here, young man," said the professor. "An eight-year-long war ended least than two days ago; you cannot come here to ask us to join another conflict from an imaginary world! And most of the people here are kids, my predecessor might have permitted this insanity, but I will not let kids fight. Never." Her voice was harsh. "You may stay at the castle for the night, but I want you away at dawn tomorrow." And she left the office.

From where he was, Harry could hear Edmund Pevensie sighed without seeing him. He was thorned between rushing into the office to finally know what was going on or rushing to Hermione to tell what he just heard. But his curiosity to speak to that man got the upper hand.

He stepped into the office and cleared his throat. Edmund turned toward him very quickly before looking disappointed.

"I thought your headmistress changed her mind," he plainly said, "but I see it's not the case."

"I'm Harry. Would you like to share your demand with more people? I can't promise we will go with you, but we could at least know why you came here, and where you're from."

"Wouldn't your headmistress disapprove?" Edmund asked. "She is not someone I would want as an enemy."

"She didn't forbid you from talking to us, did she?" Edmund shook his head in return.

"Okay. Then, be by the lake, in the forest after sundown." And Harry left the office.

This man made him feel unease, and he did not know why. His gaze maybe. Or his arrogance. Harry hoped Hermione would not disapprove of his decision. He wanted to know.

Later that evening, Edmund walked into a clearing by the lake, where a dozen people were waiting for him. He went straight for Harry.

"You forgot to tell me you were bringing an audience. I would have worked on my speech," he said.

"Well, I figure you would want an audience, your highness, wouldn't you?" ironized Harry.

Edmund rolled his eyes. Everyone was looking at him now. They all seemed to be young, as Harry, not a single proper grown-up was there. Even if not calling them grown-up might be actually incorrect. Not that Edmund cared.

Hermione stepped forward.

"You came here for a reason. We're to listen to you."

He cleared his throat looking around him. It was definitely not the kind of people he thought he would find to help him.

"Some presentations are needed then. I am Edmund Pevensie, one of the kings and queens of Narnia. A world that doesn't exist in this dimension. But in a different one. The kings and queens of Narnia are my siblings. There is four of us: Peter, Susan, Lucy and myself. Our kingdom is under attack. Dark creatures are attacking villages at the borders. They don't loot, they kill. And they leave behind them villages devastated by plague. Nothing we have tried to do has worked so far. The oracle told us we would find help at the end of the world, on the other side of the ocean. I left with a crew of ten men and women. We were caught in a terrible storm, and my crew were washed away by the ocean, dead for the sake of Narnia. When I regain consciousness, I was on this very lake, sailing toward your castle."

Rumblings and murmurs started growing in the small crowd. The conclusion most came to was that this man was insane. How couldn't he be?

"So, you came for help?" asked Hermione. Edmund nodded back at her. She continued, "What is across the borders of Narnia?"

"Nothing, I'm afraid. Narnia is a very special reality. It has to be understood as a snow globe: there is nothing outside of it. The only way to go somewhere else is to cross dimensions, as I did," he answered.

"So, these Dark creatures come from literally nowhere?" recapped Harry, "and an oracle said we'd help you?" He laid against a tree. "Great."

Edmund did not answer. He scanned the clearing with insistence, trying to guess who would help and who would not.

"I cannot, and I will not force any of you to join me," said Edmund, "I am now aware of the situation your world is at the moment, and I will not resent you if you decide to stay here. Your headmistress wants me gone by dawn. You will find me aboard my ship."

He made a sign in Harry's direction and left the clearing.

The crowd stayed silent for a moment. Harry did not wait for them to start discussing. He left the clearing in Edmund's step. He did not know what to do. He understood MacGonagall's reluctance to let them know. Harry wanted to help that man. Not only because he was charismatic, but because he needed help and Harry was in desperate need of a distraction.

Edmund was walking by the lake several meters in front of Harry who didn't realize the man had slowed his pace down.

"What do you think of my request?" said Edmund when Harry arrived at his side.

"I think you must be desperate to go so far to find help. But what kind of help do you really need?"

Edmund smirked.

"I believe the key to this answer lays into your magical nature. If it was humans that could help Narnia, we would not need your help. And the only difference between you and me is that you are a wizard. I am only merely trying to understand an oracle."

"I had myself my fair share of oracles and prophecies," said Harry.

They stayed silent, both of them facing the lake.

"I will give you my answer tomorrow," decided Harry.

He left the young king alone after glancing at him one last time. He was mysterious. They were something in him that intrigued Harry. He was curious as he had not been in a very long time.

He met back with Hermione. She has been waiting for him.

"So, What do you think of him?" he asked.

"You mean, what do I think of his request I hope, Harry? I am not checking him out, not like you."

"Please, Hermione, don't go into this again! it's not what I'm asking you about!" snapped Harry dryly.

Hermione smirked before giving him an answer.

"He got into a lot of trouble to find help. It must be a disastrous situation. But it sounds incredibly dangerous too. Plus, the war just ended… I really understand MacGonagall on this one."

Harry bit his lips and looked away for a second.

"Oh no, C'mon Harry! Don't tell me you are really thinking about leaving with him?" said Hermione with a sigh.

"I am really considering it," he answered. "We know what it's like to need help. And if I'm being totally honest, I don't really see a future for me here. At least not right now. I need to do something else now."

"You might not be able to go back here. It's another dimension. If a portal doesn't open after whatever this is is finished, you might be stuck in another world."

"I think it's worth the risk," he said before walking toward the castle to find a place to sleep. Hermione sighed again.

"Is it?" she said watching him leave. She did not know what to think of all of this. She too wanted to help, but after years of fighting, she did not know if she would be able to do it anymore.

In his bed – which would be more adequately described as a sleeping bag on the ground – Harry couldn't sleep. Edmund's words were turning again and again in his mind. He never thought that there could be anything like another dimension, and he was intrigued. His friends did not seem surprised by the news. It must have been another thing about the Wizarding World Harry ignored. And even if with the years his knowledge grew bigger, he definitely was lacking much information, from how to cook with magic to the common acknowledgement of the existence of other dimensions.

He never thought he would survive the end of the war. At first, he did not think that he will ever turn twenty. The war lasted longer and proved him wrong last year. He survived until his twentieth birthday. He survived the war. And know, he had nothing to do. No hope for the Wizarding World. No hope for himself.

Maybe Narnia would provide him another hope? Or an escape road. He felt trapped here. Hogwarts – his only home – was destroyed. He needed to move on in this world, but nothing seemed right to him. He was good at one thing: running away.

He finally felt asleep of exhaustion several hours before dawn with his decision made.

Before dawn, a few people were gathered on the bank of the lake in front of the boat. The sun had not yet emerged from behind the mountains, but already a glow was visible in the sky. The cold breeze blew through their hair.

Harry seemed surprised to see Hermione.

"You're coming after all?" he asked.

"I can't say I'm not curious about seeing another dimension. And I definitely can't let you go alone; you will end up dead without me."

He grinned. She was terribly right. Without her, he would have died more time than reasonable during the war.

Around them were Luna, who was slowly dancing to the sound of music only her could hear, Malfoy and Zabini were next to each other looking at the boat. The reasons for their presence were so obvious it was almost painful to see. Harry was looking discreetly at them. Before becoming part of the Resistance, they were deatheaters, and no one really trusted them because of it. Even if they didn't choose to became deatheathers at sixteen. Even if they joined the Resistance on the first occasion. They may have done it for self-protection, but it didn't erase the fights they took part in and risked their lives in. They stayed untrustworthy.

No matter their help to the Resistance, the most likely scenario for their future would be a purge against them by random wizards. Or vengeance from remaining deatheaters. Harry knew it, and they sure did as well. So why not sailing away toward another dimension, away from their past.

And for Luna, it was another form of obvious. She seemed to have been waiting for this.

On the other hand, Ron did not come with his best friends. He just lost his brother, and his mother would never handle losing another child. Harry had said a silent goodbye to him before leaving the castle.

Suddenly, a voice echoed behind them.

"Are you certain of this decision, my dears?" said MacGonagall with an ounce of pain in her voice. "You might not be able to ever come back. You all deserve rest and peace after this horrible war who took away your youth."

Luna did not seem to hear her, and the two Slytherins did not bother to look at her – she was not talking to them. Harry and Hermione turned toward their headmistress and friend. She looked tired and desperate. She aged a lot these past few years, her face had more wrinkles, and her hair was whiter.

"I can't stop you to leave, unfortunately. You should not waste your life in another conflict. I regret that children young as you were thrown into the war. What a waste. Do not ever believe that it is your duty to fight in any war or conflict."

"We made our decision, professor, I know the consequences and I'm willingly taking the risk," said Harry. "I am really grateful for everything you did for us after Dumbledore passed away – and even before. We own you our life and our freedom. Thank you, and I really hope to see you again."

MacGonagall was not very far from bursting into tears with emotion. Harry and Hermione were also getting emotional. It is this moment that Edmund chose to appear on deck and greet his new crew.

"Good Morning, as one the King of Narnia, me, Edmund Pevensie, would like to thank you for the prodigious help you accepted to grant the Kingdom of Narnia," he said. "We shall leave the shore shortly before dawn." He showed them the walkway and bowed his head toward MacGonagall.

When the sun started to rise above the mountains, the ship was already moving away from the Castle of Hogwarts. Malfoy and Zabini were sitting down near the mast compulsively ignoring Luna who had started singing. Harry and Hermione were lying against the wooden freeboard, watching MacGonagall, the small crowd who watched them leave and the castle's ground becoming smaller and smaller as they sailed away.

Edmund joined them after trying to have a decent conversation – and giving up – with Luna. Zabini had accepted to steer the ship for now. He looked at Harry for a second before staring at the Scottish mountains around them.

"I am really grateful that you accepted to join me," he said.

"What kind of world is Narnia?" asked Hermione, "were you born there?"

Edmund chuckled.

"It's a very long story. I have been in Narnia for eleven years. I don't remember much of my previous life, only that I lived in England, in London during a war and that I had to leave the city because of the bombs."

Hermione gasped and looked back and forth between Edmund and Harry.

"The London Blitz," she muttered.

"We seem to come from similar worlds," said Harry, looking at his hands.

"Except that I never fought in that war. I was too young. But I had my fair share of battlefields in Narnia."

"Who lives in Narnia?" asked Hermione.

"Narnian." Seeing her doubtful glare, he added, "centaurs, satyrs, dwarfs, speaking animals, living trees, naiads, nymphs and the list go on."

"No humans?" asked Harry, startled.

"No. None. My sibling and I are the only one and we come from somewhere else."

"How come the only humans are kings and queens?" asked suspiciously Hermione.

"A prophecy," said Edmund.

Hermione muttered something about human supremacy and colonialism when Edmund walked away as it was his turn to steer. Harry watched him moving around the ship and smiled. He knew what Hermione meant. It was the same with magical creatures and house elves. And he knew she was right, just the vast majority of the world was not ready to listen to her.

"Aren't you curious about what Narnia looks like?" she asked. "What life and climate and nature life will be the same in another dimension?"

Harry grinned at her.

"We will soon know," he said.

The lake seemed to have stretched as they were sailing West. They should have reached the end of the lake for hours, but they were still sailing in a gigantic pool of water which was getting darker and darker every minute. The blue sky was turning into colossal grey yellowish cumulonimbi. The clouds were getting down, closer and closer to the water to the point of almost collapsing together. The temperature was dropping. The wizards and witches aboard were looking around, their concern growing. Edmund sighed.

"The storm is coming," he said, "go into the ship's hold."

When Hermione raised her concern of letting him alone on deck he dryly said:

"I already lost my crew once because they got swept away by the waves. Go inside!"

The wind was hissing in the masts. It was almost difficult to stand on deck. Luna, Malfoy, Zabini, Hermione and Harry went down to the hold in silence. The ship swayed into the waves that were submerging the deck. The figurehead was almost only underwater now. Inside, the passengers were rolling to one side to another of the hold. It was impossible to stay still. Through the cracks of the deck, water was pouring continuously. Hermione, Malfoy, and Zabini were trying to stop the hold from being flooded.

Suddenly, they heard Edmund's voice on the deck cursing loudly as a wave hit the ship more violently than the others. Harry muttered something to himself before reaching the trapdoor. Hermione tried to stop him, but it was too late. Before closing it, he yelled 'Stay inside!'.

As he went out on deck, he was almost immediately swept away by a pack of cold water which freezes him to the core. He looked to the upper deck where he could not see Edmund behind the helm. He got his wand out, cast a waterproof spell on himself, and rushed toward the upper deck. To climb up there, he held his wand in his mouth. It was impossible to walk or even stand on the deck. Water was everywhere. It was a miracle they have not sunk yet. The wind was deafening him, and he could not hear Edmund, but he saw him, hooked to the shroud, almost overboard.

Harry grabbed the helm and cast a Levicorpus toward Edmund. The young king flew toward Harry. He could see his mouth wide open but not hear his screams. He grabbed him and they both hold desperately to the helm.

"I got you!" shouted Harry.

"You should have stayed inside," yelled Edmund in his ears.

"A proper thank you would suffice! Hold to the helm!" said Harry while casting a waterproof spell on him as well as a protection spell.

They needed to hold to something to not roll down into the lake, the sea, or whatever this water was. The mainsail seemed to have been torn apart and was fluttering in an awful noise. Waves high of several meters – maybe ten or twelve – were splashing on them from every direction. Everything around the ship was dark as ink.

While trying to cast another spell, Harry knocked his hand onto the helm and his wand felt on the deck and rolled away.

"Fuck!" he swore.

Panicked appeared on Edmund's face, he almost dropped the helm to go get it. Harry caught him just in time.

"Wait!" he yelled at the king, forcing him to hold the helm again. Then, he raised his hand in front of his and shouted "Accio wand!".

Just before it was about to reach the dark water, the wand stopped its fall and then flew back up to Harry's hand. He shoved it inside his trousers to keep it safe.

"I thought you could not do magic without your wand!" yelled Edmund.

"I'm sort of an exception!" yelled back Harry.

He put his arm around Edmund to secure him as he was holding the helm to the point of hurting himself. His joints were white – bloodless. And Edmund's were not in better condition. Harry was about to yell something else when the wind brutally stopped, and the waves' size decreased. The dark fog around them lifted in minutes and the sky was once again clear.

The storm stopped as quickly as it had appeared and revealed an azure sky and a pacific blue ocean were naiads started to swim around the ship. The air warmed up almost to tropical weather. Harry stood up and held his hand to help Edmund to go back on his feet. Both men looked around them completely astonished. The air was rich of smells Harry had no idea could exist.

The trapdoor of the ship's hold opened, and the other passengers went out on the deck. They could not hide their amazement to the brutal change of weather. Hermione looked relieved when she saw Harry and Edmund standing next to one another on the upper deck.

When Harry came down the deck, Malfoy looked more green than usual and Luna smiled at him and said:

"You should not be ashamed of throwing up, Draco, it is completely normal to be seasick."

Malfoy was only able to point a finger at her direction and growl dangerously before feeling sick again. Hermione chuckled, and Zabini patted Malfoy's shoulder in appeasement.

Edmund was back at steering the ship. Harry noticed how he was staring at the horizon as if he expected something to appear there. Their eyes crossed path and Harry smiled to him. Edmund nodded in response.

Several hours went by in what appeared to be a summer heat before they could discern a shore above the horizon's line. At first, they could not be sure if it was a cloud very low on the ocean or the coast. As they got closer, they could see a very thin sandy-yellowish line just above the water. Edmund told them it was a beach just under their castle.

Something was shining above the long beach. A deep white glimmer in which the sun was reflecting itself attracted Harry's attention. He went back to the upper deck to get a better glance. He could not figure what it was, but his curiosity did not go unnoticed. He heard Edmund behind him told him with a lower voice:

"It's our castle, Cair Paravel."


To be continued...

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