So this chapter is a little bit longer. I figured its about time they all entered Narnia. So this is technically two chapters in one. Also I should post this now in case there is any confusion. But I used the ages that the Pevensies were originally in the books, and then they were aged accordingly. So their ages are as follows:

Peter: 18

Susan: 17

Edmund: 15

Lucy: turning 13 in a few weeks

Caspian: 19

That following morning Mrs. Pevensie called the Professor to see when a good time to visit was. The Professor was ecstatic to hear of their intentions of a visit and urged them to come as soon as they could. The Pevensie family took the first train out towards the Professor's house. The family stepped out from the train onto the landing platform.

"It feels like a lifetime ago that we last did this" Peter marveled.

Lucy looked out on to the horizon, "Well in a way it was Pete" she said knowingly.

The children's father looked down at his children, who had grown up so much in the 5 years that he was gone at war. Lucy was just 8 years old when he left, yet now here she was turning 13 in just a few short weeks. Edmund was now old enough to drive a car. His little Susan was not so little anymore. Barely 12 when he left Susan was now almost an adult, and a drop-dead gorgeous adult at that. He knew that many boys tried to court her, and without much success, not that he minded that. And his son Peter: Peter was a real man now. Tall and incredibly fit, Mr. Pevensie could tell that he wasn't the scrawny teenager that he was 5 years ago. He had a confident look in his eye, and held himself in an authoritative manner. Mr. Pevensie felt bad for making his son be the head of the house at such a young age, but it all seemed to turn out well. Mr. Pevensie had acknowledged that his little children had grown up, and not just physically. They seemed to be mentally older now. But after all, he concluded, war did that to many people.

They waited on the landing station for about ten minutes. "The Professor said he would send someone to pick us up" Mrs. Pevensie said quietly. Edmund kicked a rock. "Of course she's taking her good old time. She just wants to torture us as much as physically possible."

"Oh hush Ed," Susan scolded lightly, "At least we know from past experience that it takes longer in the buggy for her to get us."

"Who is this she you are talking about?" Mr. Pevensie asked feeling quite out of the loop. As soon as he asked they all heard a horse's neigh and the sound of a woman's voice encouraging the horse on.

When the woman finally reached the platform Edmund unenthusiastically said, "Hello Mrs. Macready". The woman pursed her lips and blankly said, "Well come on everyone, we don't have all day do we?".

Mr. Pevensie walked up to Mrs. Macready and extended his hand to her, "Hello Mrs. Macready I'm Mr. Pevensie the children's father." Mrs. Macready gave a fake smile and nodded to the back of the buggy, "You can all put your bags in the back, now if we could all hurry along I have a tour group coming at 4".

The Professor was waiting for the Pevensies at the front door. Before the buggy even came to a complete stop Lucy jumped out and ran straight for the Professor and gave him a big hug. "Oh it's so good to see you again Professor!" she exclaimed jumping up and down. He hugged her back and said that he did indeed miss her as well. The rest of the family shook the Professor's hand greeting him. The Professor invited them all inside for a nice early dinner. They thankfully accepted and realized that they were starving from a full day's travel.

The dinner was lighthearted, jovial, everyone laughed, and had a nice time. After dinner had ended Mrs. Pevensie went up to her room to get ready for the night. The children had been laying in their beds talking about everything that had happened over the past 5 years.

Mr. Pevensie was talking to the Professor in his study. "I just wanted to extend my gratitude for taking in my children during the war Professor," Mr. Pevensie started, "I don't know how I could ever repay you for saving their lives, thank you for the sacrifice that you made for the country".

The Professor waved his apology away, "Oh housing your four children while you were at war was an honor for me. Thank you for the sacrifice that you've made for your children, the country and the world. Your children were a pleasure to have. They brought fresh life into this old dead house. And please," the Professor said reaching for the silver apple on his desk that contained his tobacco, "call me Digory".

Mr. Pevensie smiled "My children talk about their time here all the time; they've seemed to have many adventures here."

Digory smiled, "Did they tell you of these adventures?" he asked casually while offering Mr. Pevensie a pipe and tobacco.

"No thank you," Mr. Pevensie rejected the offer to smoke, "But yes, they have briefly mentioned some of the games they used to play, although Narnia seemed to be their favorite."

Digory sputtered a bit on his pipe and leaned forward, "They've told you stories of Narnia?"

Mr. Pevensie furrowed his brow slightly, "Yes, they've mentioned it occasionally. It seems to make Susan rather upset. She says that it's just a game that they used to play." A sad look overtook the professor's face, "I guess she has gotten too old for the silly games of children."

It was the middle of the night yet Susan was unable to sleep. Being in this house brought too many memories back. Memories that she thought and hoped she had forgotten forever. She remembered hearing the blaring sound of the alarms in London which meant one thing: Germans. She could feel the rattling of the ground every time a bomb exploded somewhere nearby. She saw the terror in her families eyes as they ran to their shelter, not knowing if they would make it in time. Susan thought about the day that they all got shipped off to the very house that they were all in now. She was lying in the same bed that she did then. She thought of them hiding in the wardrobe only to fall into a pile of snow. Snow belonging to Narnia. What a wonderfully strange place Narnia was. They saw things that no one else could have dreamed of seeing; talking beavers, centaurs, and mermaids even! She was the High Queen of a magical land. She lived a lifetime there in only a few heartbeats here. When they returned home she felt relieved, but sad. She missed her kingdom, and when they returned the next year it was the best feeling in the world. Sure Narnia had changed a lot, but it was still HER Narnia. She got to fight in a war again and met Reepicheep, Trumpkin, and Caspian. Caspian. He would be king now she thought. What a great King he would be too. He was so kind, and lovable... "Wait," she thought aloud sighing heavily, "what am I thinking about. Narnia was just a game. We got too old for it and can't play it anymore. I'm too old for the silly games of children." She ran her hand over the top of her head down onto her face and whispered, "It was just a game". She couldn't handle it anymore. She got up put her slippers on and went for a walk.

As she walked down the hallway she saw it. The spare room. She slowly walked towards the door and put her hand on the doorknob. Hesitating, she took a deep breath and opened the door. The room had remained untouched since they were there five long years ago. The sheet that used to cover the wardrobe was on the ground right where Lucy pulled it when she took it off. Susan slowed approached the wardrobe, her breathing becoming ragged. She slowly walked towards the wardrobe. "What am I doing?" she said aloud. Opening it up she peered inside. Nothing but coats.

"Did you find something?" a quirky voice said behind her. Susan jumped up and out of the wardrobe at the sound. She turned to see the Professor standing at the doorway of the spare room. Susan shook her head and shut the wardrobe doors behind her closed. "But the real question is," the Professor said taking the pipe out of his mouth, "What did you want to find?". He stood there a moment longer to let Susan ponder before he turned and walked away.

Susan stood there silently. What did she want to find? Proof that Narnia was just a game, or something to tell her it was real? She walked out of the spare room and back towards her bedroom, but not before running into Lucy. "Ah Lucy!" Susan whispered surprisingly, "what are you doing up?"

Lucy looked down at the ground. Susan saw the look of hope in her sister's eyes. It was the same look that she had just moments ago. "Oh Lu," she said apologetically, "I just checked it's not there. Narnia isn't real."

Lucy nodded in understanding and looked straight into her Susan's eyes, "Just because we can't get back to it anymore," She said quietly but confidently, "doesn't mean that it doesn't exist Susan."

Susan looked back at her sadly. "But how can you stand thinking about it knowing we can never go back? If I believed that it were real, but prohibited from ever returning, that... that would just be heart wrenching. It's easier for me to just believe that all of it: Aslan, Caspian, Narnia, isn't real. It's how I can grow up and move on in my life Lucy. And I think that it's time we all need to do that." Susan then entered her room with her little sister in tow and went to bed, trying unsuccessfully, to fall asleep.

The next day was a warm spring day. The Professor was in the study, and Mr. and Mrs. Pevensie were taking a nice stroll around the grounds. Mrs. Macready had just brought the first tour group of the day into the house, which meant the Pevensie children, although only two of them were considered children anymore, had to stay outside.

"Lucy be careful," Susan warned as she looked at her sister walking on the precariously placed rock wall that bordered the river.

Lucy gave her sister an agitated look. "Ed and Peter are doing it too, so stop worrying about me."

"Yeah Susan," Edmund said walking on the wall behind Lucy, "It's not like this is the most dangerous thing that she's done."

Lucy smiled. "I have been in wars before you know." she said proudly.

Susan rolled her eyes, huffed and said, "Well when you guys fall down into the river and can't swim then I'm not jumping in to save you."

Edmund looked at the river on his left side."The drop isn't that far and I bet that the river isn't even that deep. I could probably stand in it."

Susan rolled her eyes and continued to walk on the solid ground next to them. The children walked along for a while talking about the weather, school, and how Mrs. Macready hasn't changed at all in the last 5 years. Peter was going on about universities, and how he might go study in America, and Edmund quickly grew weary of it. Secretly he hated the idea of him losing his brother for four years to go study in America. Edmund hated the idea of them growing up almost as much a Lucy did. A devious smile spread across his lips. In an explosive manner he reached out, grabbed Lucy and jerked her forward as if he were going push her off the wall into the river below. "Saved your life!" Edmund yelled and Lucy gave a blood curdling scream.

"Lucy!" Peter and Susan exclaimed in horror simultaneously. Peter lunged for her.

"That's not funny Ed!" Susan yelled.

Lucy whimpered as Edmund just laughed. "Oh you guys are just too wound up. I had control of her the entire time."

They paused for a moment to see if Lucy was alright. She nodded confirming she was indeed ok, and they continued walking. A little while later they heard the caw of an eagle and looked up. Lucy and Peter paused to look at the majestic bird above, because they knew like all smart people to keep their eyes on the wall while walking. Edmund just gazed up at the bird and continued walking assuming that Lucy was continuing on as well. He ran in to her with a grunt and took a step back. Unfortunately for Edmund as he took a step back he did not place his foot properly on the wall and slipped off. Edmund reached for anything to balance him and sadly the only thing in arm's reach of Edmund was Lucy. Edmund, being almost twice Lucy's size pulled her down off the wall towards the river below.

"Edmund!" Susan cried, while Peter screamed Lucy's name.

Peter climbed down the wall and ran towards the river where his two siblings had just entered. Susan climbed up and over the wall to help her brother. "We have to get them!" Susan cried and ran down to the river after Peter.

"We have to get to the shore and grab them!" Peter said waving Susan to follow him as he ran down the bank of the river.

Edmund and Lucy were struggling in the river. It had been much deeper than Edmund had anticipated, and the current was strong. Lucy kept on getting pulled under completely at the mercy of the river. At least Edmund was able to bounce up and down to keep his head mostly above the surface. Peter waded in up to his thighs. He could feel the pull of the river, wishing to take him downstream. Peter reached out as Lucy sailed by. Anchoring himself onto a rock he tried to grab onto to Lucy's hand. Just missing it he called her name as Edmund came crashing into him, knocking him off balance into the wild river currents. Meanwhile Susan had been cautiously making her way across the raging river using rocks to support her. This all changed when a Peter and Edmund had both coming crashing into the rock she was on. She managed to hold on to the rock, but the force of the boys hitting it was enough to dislodge it sending it forcefully into her shin. Crying out in pain she lost grip on the rock and was taken downstream with her siblings. The siblings got pulled down the river, crashing into rocks the entire way down. White water rapids, drops, and turns in the river made it impossible to see how far they've come or what was next. Peter was able to control himself enough to grab onto Lucy, who was rapidly losing the battle with the river. Two minutes passed and it seemed like a lifetime. Edmund thought that they weren't going to make it when they felt a strong pull on them under the water. The temperature dropped drastically and they all went under. Freezing in the water, and being swirled around the children thought that this was it; that this was the end. And just when they thought they couldn't hold their breath anymore; the current stopped. There was no more pull on them. The water had become calm. Peter kicked off the bottom, with Lucy in tow, and managed to get to the bank of the river. Lucy coughed up water, as Peter sat gasping for air watching Edmund and Susan get to the side of the river.

Edmund flopped down onto the ground as Susan came out of the river, her teeth chattering, and an angry expression on her face. "What did you think you were doing Ed?!" she breathlessly yelled, "We could have all died!" She hugged herself for warmth and looked around, "We don't even know where we are. We could have floated for miles!"

Peter gave her a doubtful look, "It wasn't Edmund's fault, and I don't think we've floated for miles Su." He looked around him, "But where do you think we are?"

Lucy and Edmund looked around. Lucy made a confused face as she walked up to a tree, placed her hand on it and looked up at the budding branches. Peter gave her a confused look, "What's the matter Lucy?" he asked with slight concern in his voice. Lucy stood at the tree a moment longer.

"I believe," she started, a smile crossing her lips, "that we are in Narnia."

Edmund gasped in disbelief and climbed to the top of the bank of the river to get a better look of where they were.

"Narnia?" Peter questioned doubtfully, "But none of us were allowed to return to Narnia. I don't think that's where we are Lu."

Susan crossed her arms, "Oh Lucy we can't be in Narnia. Narnia wasn't a real place. I say we all should walk upstream back to the Professor's house."

Lucy frowned and pointed to the tree, "Look at this tree Susan we don't have trees like this in England."

Susan waved Lucy's argument away. "We don't know what kind of trees are around the Professor's house. I'm sure they have lots of things that we don't have in Finchley."

"Like giants?!" they heard Ed say. "Giants?!" Susan, Peter, and Lucy said together and ran to Edmund at the top of the hill. Down the hill, and a ways upstream from where they were standing, were clearly two giants lumbering about. "Well," Peter said, "I guess downstream it is." And with that they left.

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