Chapter 4 – Acceptance

Walking along the corridors in trains, you can spot a lot of things. Siblings are one of them. While Harry and Edmund were making their way down to the Prefects compartment Edmund did a double take as he thought he caught a glimpse of his brother through the compartment window.

"Peter!" exclaimed Edmund as he rushed into the compartment.

Upon hearing her brother's voice, Lucy jumped up gleefully and crushed her dark-haired brother in a bear hug. Caught between being annoyed with Edmund for being so childish and relieved to see him, Susan put aside her principles and joined Lucy in hugging Edmund. Harry stood awkwardly as he watched Edmund reunite with three strangers whom he had never before seen.

Suddenly remembering that Harry was in the compartment with them, Edmund introduced his siblings. "This is my brother Peter, and my sisters Susan and Lucy."

Once greetings were exchanged, they headed back to the compartment where Harry and Edmond was occupying before. As the train ride progressed, the four of them seemed to get along as if they've always known Harry. Perhaps one can even say that they got along maybe a bit too well.

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"See that? That's Hogwarts; since you're already here you might as well stay," Harry glanced at the Pevensie's, lingering on Susan for a moment longer than the others'. Astonished at the magnificent beauty of the ancient castle, the four siblings just stood with mouths agape nodding cluelessly. Their expressions remained with the same astonishment throughout the whole ride to the castle and into the Great Hall. As if on radar, Hermione spotted Susan the instant the group stepped into the Great Hall and shot her the stink eye. After a quick introduction that didn't go into details, they were silenced as Sorting was about to begin.

"Pevensie, Edmund!" called Professor McGonagall, a confused Edmund slowly rose from the Gryffindor table and headed towards the stool besides the professor. Murmurs arose from every corner of the Great Hall, accompanying them were three other confused Pevensie's and an amused Harry Potter.

As Edmund made his way to the stool, Susan shot Peter a look. It was plain for the Narnian High King to see that his sister was royally pissed at him.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the Sorting Hat exclaimed as soon as it touched Edmund's head, signalling him to return to his original table.

"Pevensie, Lucy!" "GRYFFINDOR!"

"Pevensie, Peter!" "GRYFFINDOR!"

"Pevensie, Susan!" "GRYFFINDOR!" This surely receive a scowl from Hermione. None of them noticed of course as they were still too confused. It was as if they were expected to be here, called to be here, meant to be here.

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