Title: Dragonfly in Amber

Author: FaithfulPureLight (and her sister)

Disclaimer: I wish. I really do! But alas I do not and I am only borrowing them. (Looks over to her lawyer. "Was that good?" lawyer nods. "Yay! Ok on with the introductions and then the story!" sister cheers in the background. I pull out Edmund and Peter and my sister pulls out Lucy and that witch Susan. "We own u as soon as the documents are done remember that") again just kidding!

Rating: For reasons explained later I am rating this a M for mature

Summary: Lucy starts having nightmares that she can't remember. Soon Edmund and Peter are too. What could be so terrible that our heros would willingly forget a memory of Narnia?

Dedication: TO...my reviewers (REVIEW GOD DAMN IT) my younger sister (who wrote this)

Chapter 7: Powerful Enemies

Susan's POV

I sit at my mirror brushing my long silky hair. I've made Mother happy again. She's always going on and on about how her little girl is growing up and finally stepping into the world of Society. Even now I can hear her humming happily.

I know my siblings will be disappointed when they hear the news. They will have wanted me to stay home tonight. I can hear them talking about "it" down the hallway in Edmund's room. How can they expect me to stay home when they insist on infuriating me?

I turn back to my mirror and to my make-up. I will not let myself be angered by childish antics. I am a girl who has blossomed into a women of Society; not one who would run down the hall to join them.

My dress for this evening lays on my bed. I bought it today while shopping with Marilyn. She said the color was most flattering against my skin tone. The hunter green is lined with silver threads along the edges. But of course, Marilyn wasn't the only one who said I looked exquisite in the dress.

Christopher Johnson had walked into the dress shop with his younger sister Christy Johnson and his girlfriend Brittany Hanna-baker. It's no secret that I have a crush on Christopher. Marilyn and I are already friends with his younger sister, and she told us that lately he and Brittany have not been getting along.

I had just stepped from the changing room to show Marilyn how the latest in a long string of dresses had looked on me. She had gasped before tugging on my arm. At first I had not noticed he was there, I was so focused on making sure the dress lay right on my frame. Christy had hugged me first, and then I turned and noticed her brother.

So when Christopher seconded Christy's invite for Marilyn and I to come to her party tonight how could we say no? The Johnson family is among the richest in Finchly and their social events are talked about for weeks after. You aren't anybody if you weren't there.

And Chris liked the dress on me. I had to buy it and wear it to the event this evening he said. Well who am I to ignore good advice?

I slip into said dress now, my hair already done up elegantly. It does look lovely on me, fitting my curves before draping away. I put my nylons on before stepping into the high heels that Mother gave me. Lastly, I put on my mascara, eye shadow, and bright red lipstick.

I step into the hall and come face to face with Lucy. From the heartbroken look adorned upon her face I can tell that Mother has informed them that I will not be joining them this evening.

"Um, Good Evening Lu."

My younger sister stares at me with tear filled eyes before throwing her arms around my waist and burying her face in my front. I can't help but feel slight irritation. I hope she doesn't ruin my dress.

"Please don't go Su'. Please stay here with us tonight." I disentangle her from me with a little more force than necessary.

"Lucy. I can't stay here tonight. I have a life to lead, and I am far to busy to sit at home while you and our brothers live in a fantasy world. I've grown up. Maybe it's time you did too."

I watch as she turns and flees into the arms of my brothers. Edmund holds her close, while Peter has his arm around our brother. I meet his gaze and have to turn quickly. He's still as stubborn as he was in September before going away to the University.

I had hoped that the University would knock some sense into him. But my hopes were wrong. The affection he feels for our younger siblings and for Narnia is far greater than I had thought.

I think I have just made a powerful enemy. Peter hates to see his siblings cry; especially Lu. And although it's almost unheard of to see Edmund cry, Peter hates that even more. As I walk down the stairs to meet Marilyn for the event, I can't help but wonder; how many more times will I make them cry before it's all over?