Disclaimer: Remus and most things he refers to belong to J. K. Rowling. Narnia and associated things belong to C. S. Lewis. Anything else probably belongs to me. Not making any money outta this.

This is not a new story. Well, not an active one. Blame the shift yesterday; the idea came into my head so I thought I'd write the first chapter. Isn't gonna be updated until at least one of my three currents are done (preferably Never Narnian since it's also a HP/CoN crossover. Also, story note: working on chapters for all three active stories, and should be up (at least one of them) by the end of the week. Sorry to any A Talking Pet enjoyers, I've so far lost a least a section of the chapter six times. Twice it was the full chapter.).

So the basic idea is that during his monthly transformations, Remus Lupin can go anywhere. Werewolves are hated by people because every month they have an utter, cast-iron excuse they can't be somewhere doing something... but secretly, they are. This is the first time he's gone out-of-world.

I was randomly thinking about Prince Caspian and the whole Witch sequence. Why did any Wer-Wolves (I'll use Narnian spelling in Narnia!) survive the Golden Age? How? Was it possible that... they knew a good Wer-Wolf?

There's a possibility that this story could expand - I'm thinking of throwing Remus into different parts of Narnia and its ages (I'm also assuming that he can go to any time, and not with his own complete control) and doing stuff, but also he might get chucked into other fandoms and do stuff. So we'll see. I like that idea, especially *SPOILERS* him wandering around before, then during/after PC, and eventually at the end of his life, his last transformation, thinking about the Narnians and seeing them, and going to the Real Narnia (ie dying) *SPOILERS END*.

I don't know, I just like this idea. Any questions I'll try to answer.

I hope you enjoy!

Remus Lupin felt an enormous sense of urgency as the night closed in on him. This was the time - the time he was going to go out-of-world. An obscure textbook had helped him to realise the full potential of his curse. His gift.

Both gift and curse.

He closed his eyes and concentrated... on emptiness. Nothingness. Somewhere, a blank slate outside his ken. Then familiar pain rippled through him, and he felt himself changing to the wolf. He lunged forward with a hideous roar as his mind dissolved.

Abruptly his mind pieced itself back together. He was still the wolf, still lunging with closed eyes, but there was light beyond those eyes. And sun. And warmth.

His eyes snapped open and he forced the wolf to disappear as a girl's shrill cry of fear was heard.

A second later, himself again, Remus landed on top of the girl the wolf had lunged at. She stared up at him, her eyes wide with terror. Horrified, Remus scrambled hurriedly off her and began apologising profusely.

She shook her head as if confused. The movement caught the light of both her sun-bright hair and the slender leafy circlet around said hair. It looked like silver, but also impossibly fine and dainty. Maybe they'd used magic to craft it.

Then the words came at last as she pulled herself to her feet with a quick, lithe gesture. In soft relief, she whispered, "By the Lion's Mane!" Then with swift interrogation, "Aren't you a Wer-Wolf?"

He'd had the bad luck to come to a place where there were werewolves?

"I am... my lady," he added quickly, remembering the circlet.

She laughed faintly, sounding both nervous and confident all at once. "There's no need to use titles, Wer-Wolf. But I thought all of you were bad. I thought I was dead. And... where did you come from, in any case?"

"Um, Hogwarts."

She frowned. "'Tis a strange name, stranger, and I know it not. But come! What is your name?"

"Remus Lupin." He wondered at the Lady's suddenly formal tones.

"Still stranger a name it is, and it will not do at all, for Remus is far too much like a wolf, and we cannot have you suspected, if you are a truly good Wer-Wolf."

"I - I try to be, Lady."

"Well, then, what name shall you have?"

His mind darted to his friends, no doubt trysting joyfully with the wolf at that moment, and spoke the one most easily forgotten. "Peter."

The Lady laughed, her laugh more pleasant and full this time, and said, "By the Mane, that will never do. 'Tis the name of my royal brother, High King of Narnia, High King Peter the Magnificent, knight of the Order of the Lion, Sir Peter Wolfsbane who lives at Cair Paravel, right seat of the Kings and Queens by the order of Aslan."

Remus had garnered two pieces of information from this. "Wolfsbane?" Oh, no. "Your brother's the King?" Then the rest caught up to him and he said slowly, "Are you a Queen?"

"Aye, I am. And he is, to both. He killed the Witch Jadis' henchman, the wolf Maugrim, by which he won his spurs. But don't worry; Maugrim was evil and you're clearly not." The last sentence confirmed in his view the fact that she was still only a child.

"And may I ask what your name is, my Queen?"

She looked startled. "I am Lucy, and my people call me Queen Lucy the Valiant."

"I am honoured to make your acquaintance, Queen Lucy. And now, if I may, what name ought I to use?"

"Oh! What other name do you suggest?"

"How about Sirius?"

"What a strange name! Nay, you must not call yourself that."

"James."

Queen Lucy frowned a little, trouble touching her clear, unclouded visage. "I heard that name once, as in a dream within a dream. But no; 'tis not Narnian enough."

Short of a girl name, Remus had run out of ideas. His mind reaching through his other acquaintances, however, one stood out to him. Not Amos, but...

"Diggory."

Again she frowned. "I have heard that name once, but it is no un-Narnian name. What say you that we call you Digory then? With one g or two?"

He blinked and shifted on his feet. "Honestly, your majesty, I don't mind."

"You do not need to give me excessive titles, by the Mane. I get a little tired of them. But, then, I name you, Digory (with one g), Friend of the Queen and her right royal protector."

"I... I thank you, Queen Lucy." Her blade (wait, a dagger? Where did it come from?) flashed in the sun as she lightly touched his shoulders with it.

"Please, if you wish to call me thus, call me Lucy."

"Very well... Lucy."

"Well, then, Digory, where and what are you planning to do? I have offered you a place as the Queen's protector, but shall you accept it?"

"Am I not a little too, um, scrawny for that?" He looked down at himself, still thin without the breadth a few more years would (hopefully) give him.

"You can become a wolf and fight if need be, can you not?"

"I can, my Queen."

"At will?"

"I can, my Queen."

"And not transform spontaneously and thus endanger all our lives?"

"I can, my Queen."

"Do you intend to take the role?"

"I must warn you first, Lady," he said slowly, wishing it didn't have to be said - that he could stay in this bright place forever, here talking to the young Queen before him - "that I may not be here very much longer. In fact, I have no idea how long I will be here, I could return to Hogwarts at any time. Or not."

"I must show my royal siblings that there is a good Wer-Wolf," she said musingly. Remus (or rather, Digory) flinched slightly at the word.

"Why?"

"That we may not exterminate them as we do Cruels or Hags, but stay to learn their true intentions."

"Cruels?"

"A vile creature which Jadis, self-proclaimed Queen of Narnia before we entered it, introduced."

Remus (Digory? He wondered if he might as well think about his current self as Digory, and leave Remus playing with his pack at Hogwarts) walked over to a tree and leaned against it. "Could you explain it to me? The whole thing?"

Lucy smiled and came and sat down next to him. "All right."

As her tale (a wondrous tale, of wardrobes, witches and of course the great Lion, Aslan the Beloved, Son of the Emperor-over-the-sea) came to a close Lucy could not help glancing at the stranger, he whom she knew only as a Wer-Wolf that had lunged and yet stopped himself from devouring.

He had appeared out of nowhere and looked like he had no idea where he was. Rather like... her memories of herself and her family. Lucy swallowed and was silent.

This Digory boy looked like he was probably even younger than herself, and she was only fourteen three days ago. But his eyes were older; it was more like she looked at Peter, or someone older than her brother. She was rather glad that Peter wasn't at Cair Paravel at the moment (those giants caused endless trouble, probably take him away even when his sisters were being courted!), what with this new stranger.

A Wer-Wolf.

A good Wer-Wolf.

What if there were others like that out there? Her heartrate sped up in horror. She had once had to kill a Wer-Wolf, fighting for her life in the aftermath of Jadis' defeat. What if...?

That way lay madness.

She had to find out if this Wer-Wolf, Digory (well, she supposed she could call him Remus in her private thoughts, but maybe it was best not to), was to be trusted. If she brought him to Cair Paravel and told her family of his name perhaps Peter, Susan and Edmund would accept him enough for her to reveal his true identity and teach them to see the good in people.

Course, Ed would be pretty good at it. It was Peter and Susan (especially Peter) who'd be the problems. Hence why it was good Peter was away. Susan wasn't Queen Susan the Gentle for nothing, hating to best others, but she was also fairly amenable to Peter's wishes. And Peter, as High King, outranked the three of them.

Hopefully King Edmund the Just could convince the High King.

At last she stood up. "Alright, Digory. We'd better be getting back to Cair Paravel, or my royal siblings will send out guards. We'll figure out a cover story on the way."

Then something else occurred to her. Oh, no. This isn't even going to get off the ground. They'll know all about Digory before he even gets to Cair Paravel.

"This is bad."