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...ok this is long!

Emmy.

My twin

Cherokee

Petra

Everyone at reviewers

and

My Edmund.

Sorry it took so long guys! Hope your still waiting for it...and cant wait to see what you say!

Chapter 12: Fear and Family

Edmund's POV

I look out the window in my room, my eyes blind to the picturesque scenery. Snow falls softly into drifts, piling up against the window pains; it looks exactly like the kind of Christmas card we would have made or bought. The way you imagine Grandma's house to look during a snow storm. I however only see the replaying images of my nightmares from last night. They continue past my mind's eye like a slide show. On and on and on they continue. A mantra of horror.

I'm not trying to focus on them. I'd rather be thinking of anything else. But the more I try to not think about them the more they come, unbidden to my mind's eye. Still, I know Peter would be upset to find I'm not even trying to block the images this time around. I want to know what that last part of the nightmare was. Peter thought it was familiar too, but he didn't know where we had lived that from before. It's nerve racking.

Of course neither part of my nightmare is pleasant to relive. In both scenes something has happened. Both times something bad has happened to Peter. My brother. My best friend. I hate the idea of something happening to Su, even if she has become someone I no longer recognize as a sister that my siblings and I grew up with. The idea of something happening to Lucy seems impossible. I am reminded of her own nightmare as well as my own. Something dosen't add up. There must be something I am not understanding. Something that has happened to all of us that we can not remember. Or maybe don't want to remember.

How would we block the memories then? Assuming what Lu and I had nightmares about was real, -and I shudder to think either of them is real- How could we actually do that? It was impossible. Wasn't it? Besides even if we could block a memory from our minds; why would we want to forget something as wonderful as Narnia? Wouldn't that make us just as bad as Susan?

And it wasn't as if we hadn't experienced hard things in Narnia that we can remember at will. What would have made this one so different? None of this makes any sense. I can not wrap my brain around this problem.

The door opens, and in stumbles Peter. As per usual he hits the floor, using some choice words. Even with in my mood I can't help but laugh. Lucy pokes her head in seeming smug.

"I told you he wouldn't yell if it was you who came in first. You're Peter."

I raise my eyebrow. What does him being Peter have to do with anything? Sure he's my best friend and I love him more than any of my siblings I think, but I know how to hide it. So how does Lucy know? I think that this time, I'm not going to try and figure out my little sister. I know her pretty well, but trying to figure out something like this is going to make my head hurt more than the effort is worth.

Although, she has been knocking on the door to my room for over two hours now. Perhaps that's why she used Peter. He wasn't home this morning when Luc and I woke up. After breakfast I came back to my room. And after an hour...Lucy decided to bother me. Worried I suppose. She was right though. How could I say no to Peter?

"Ed?"

He sits by me on the window sill. I sigh. I know exactly where this is going. He can read me like a book. Lucy sits on the bed folding her legs underneath her. They want to talk.

"Edmund why didn't you open the door?"

I give a non-committal grunt. I can not hope to lie to either of my siblings very well so I choose to not answer. Peter knows how I plan to avoid the questions. He isn't going to have it.

"Edmund. That is not going to work."

I wonder if it's still to late to go help mother with something in the kitchen. One look at Lucy's face says yes. I can't hold out much longer. Already I want to tell them everything I'm thinking.

Peter pulls me into a hug. I don't need to say anything. He already understands everything. He's probably not happy with my train of thought but he understands. And that's all I ask for. I pull back to look at him.

"What were you doing out so early this morning anyway Peter?"

Lu glares as I change the subject quickly. But what did she expect really? I love her to death but I have a hard time talking about these kinds of things. That is why Peter understanding makes it so much easier. I don't need to say a word.

Peter himself shifts. Lucy and I both catch it, whatever he was doing he didn't like doing. I wonder vaguely what has become of Susan. She sleeps later then she used to lately, but never this late. I dispel the thought, turning my worry onto Peter; whom is caught in Lu's pout. I smirk, feeling only a trifle bad for Peter. Lucy's pout is hard to resist.

"Mum asked me to go looking for Susan if you want to know. She didn't come home last night after her social outing. They were worried. I went looking for her. Turns out she stayed at her friend Marilyn for the night. She decided to stay there and didn't call Mum. It gave the family a right start to have me knocking on the door. Don't think they know who I am actually. Susan was not very happy that I woke her friend and her up. When she started trying to tell me off, I almost lost my temper. I told her she put Mum in a awful state of mind, and got me all worried as well. That she should have been more responsible, which she didn't like at all. I told her that we expected her home before afternoon, preferably before lunch. Then I turned on my heel and walked out."

I stared at my brother in horror. Susan had done what? Lu gave a little gasp, and scrambled to her feet. I raised my eye brows. Surely she was not going to Susan now?

"I'm going to go and comfort Mum. How could Susan do something like that?"

She gave both of us another hug before hurrying away. I shook my head. Susan could be the most irresponsible little brat when she did things like this. It wasn't the first time she had gone off without telling someone. Never to this degree though. Before had been little.

Peter turned to me. I tensed unsure what was coming from my older brother. Did he want to discuss my nightmares more at this time? I hoped he did not. I was already torturing myself by playing them again and again. To talk was not what I had in mind.

"I have never been so angry at any of you as I was at Susan is such a long time. She should know better. Even if she does not remember, or refuses to acknowledge being a Queen as a young women she should have known. It frightened me a little to be honest. I knew before that she had changed since forgetting Narnia but this..."

He broke off. I pulled him into a hug, I knew this feeling all too well. And I hated it with a burning passion. Now was my turn to comfort and silently understand. Just as he had done only a few minutes earlier.

As we continued to sit on the window sill, snow mounting outside, I realize something. I can feel it in the air. I'm sure Peter, Lucy, maybe even Susan feel it too. Something is coming. Something is going to change. I don't know what exactly but I do not like it. I clutch my older brother tighter.

Will we break before this is all over?