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Chapter 7

Peter couldn't believe it, yet there was no doubt in his mind. Amy had somehow gotten herself into Narnia. The big question was how and most importantly why? He took the drawing and went to find the professor. Just as he had suspected he found Professor Kirke in his study preparing himself for Amy's surprise birthday party. "Professor I think there is something you should see." The Professor looked up at him and down at the drawing in his hands, Peter then proceeded to hand it to him. Upon seeing the drawing the Professor couldn't quite see why it was so important yes the girl appeared to be Amy and the ice palace appeared to be in Narnia but it was a drawing wasn't it? "Peter what are you trying to tell me exactly." Peter took a deep breath "Amy is in Narnia and we have to get there to find her but we have no idea if the wardrobe will even work" The Professor's eye's widened "Get your brother and sisters it meet me in living room." Peter nodded and proceeded to find his siblings and then went down to meet the professor in the living room.

The Professor sat on the armchair drawing in one hand and one of Amy's sketching pencils in the other. "Sit down children, I believe there is a lot I have to tell you and in turn you must tell me." They all took their seats. "To make a long story short the wardrobe was made of the wood of a tree that I brought here from Narnia. When my mother died I had that wardrobe made I suspect that is why it can take you to Narnia. Any way there was some wood left over and I didn't want it to go to waste so I made several pencils. They were simply going to be a decoration, like an expensive ink pen." The professor sighed putting down the pencil on the side table on his left.

"Amy's father died of a heart attack shortly after her sister Andrea was born. She had to grow up very fast. All of a sudden she became her mother's strength and took her mother's place so to speak while her mother went out to find work. Amy would cook, clean and watch over her sister. During the winter her mother contracted a horrible case of the flu. On her death bed she made a promise to her mother that she would watch over her sister. Since Amy was not 18 when her mother finally passed they placed them both in an orphanage in London. An orphanage that unfortunately was near the prime bombing section. It was late when the warning sirens went off. She went to find her sister to get her out. She wasn't in her bed apparently she had gone to the bathroom. The caretakers rushed her and the other children out into the bomb shelter." The professor paused instinctively the children knew that this next part caused him great pain as was evident when he removed his glasses and massaged his temples.

"Some of the children did not make it out in time, Andrea was one of those children, they were almost out when the bomb dropped close by, Amy had to watch her sister die. They then brought her to me, I didn't think she would ever be the same she was broken, destroyed by her grief. When she asked to use the pencils I didn't object. I suspect that every drawing she ever drew while here was drawn with these pencils. There is a tear drop on this drawing, the magic in these pencils was probably brought to life by her emotions, this is wear your part comes in what happened?" Peter and Susan looked at each other was it possible she had over heard their conversation and misinterpreted it. Susan spoke up before Peter could. "I was talking to Peter about how he should tell Amy about his feelings for her, she may have misinterpreted it." The professor nodded "Well then I suppose you four should make your way to Narnia, don't worry the wardrobe will allow you through. I'm certain of it." They nodded and changed into proper clothing. Peter took the ring and placed it on a chain which he then placed around his neck. He would find Amy and tell her just how much she meant to him. The four of them went to the room containing the wardrobe. The professor was there waiting for them. He walked toward them and gave them each a hug. "Goodbye to all of you it was a joy knowing you all and Peter do take care of my niece." Peter nodded and one by one the walked into the wardrobe Peter being the last closed the door behind him.

Amy opened her eyes and found herself in a palace made of ice. The frigid air whipped around her, her name on its lips. She realized that the cold was not from the ice but the numbing depression and other feelings that this place possessed. It wrapped around her like a comforting cocoon. Finally the wind ceased calling her name and simply said "The looking glass, look in the looking glass and see your fate." It whispered in a sing songy voice. Looking around she noticed a full sized ice frame for something that could very well be a looking glass. Just she was close enough to look into it a louder more real voice called out to her. "Amy don't look, Whatever you do, do not look into that mirror!"

Yes I know it has been awhile and I am soo sorry you can flame me if you want, I know I'm horrible with updating. I promise I will improve. For those of you who are confused the convo b/w Susan and Peter to someone who didn't know what they were talking about was supposed to sound like Susan was trying to tell Peter he should tell Amy that he liked someone else and not lead her on. Oh and don't hate me for the ending of this chapter.

Maeve

P.S if you have any ideas of what you might want to see happen in this fic tell me and I'll see what I can do.