I should mention again to anyone who read the first chapter, the part that would have come before this is actually the first two chapters of another one of my stories- Closure. I would've just added those chapters again, but that's against the rules. So, if you are interested in this, I'd suggest checking out the first two chapters of Closure, then coming back here. That was a story that I came up with before I began thinking how Susan's closure could be worked into the movie-verse, since we never see an end for her in the books.

I think I mentioned before, but in my head this is one idea of how I would begin the movie for Magician's Nephew, which is why screen directions show up randomly during this one...

So anyways- Chronologically, this fits in after Closure Chapter 2... Susan has remembered Narnia, spoken with Aslan, beaten an old rival named Dylan at his own game (archery) and Dylan has just witnessed the conversation between Aslan and Susan. I'm not sure how closely the next one will fit with the other chapters of Closure, I just don't want to get in trouble!

"I think I should like to hear the rest of these stories," Dylan replied, "from the beginning."

Susan smiled, and began- "It all started with the war, when we were sent from London to the Professor's house- that's where Lucy found the Wardrobe…"

"Tell me more about it," Dylan begged, escorting Susan from the church into the late afternoon sunshine. The sun was dipping toward the horizon. They'd sat in the church for several hours, the scent of Narnia hanging about them, as Susan had told him the story of the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, "tell me everything."

"Everything," Susan laughed, "where do I start?"

"From the beginning! We could go sit down at the park and you could tell me the story of Narnia that you hinted at. You know more than you told in the story."

"Of course I do, that was certainly not the end of our adventure. We lived in Narnia for fifteen years!"

He stopped dead, and because they were holding hands without knowing it, he dragged Susan backwards slightly. "But you haven't aged that much!"

"That's because when we came back through the Wardrobe, we'd only been gone for a few hours. It made for a difficult transition- we'd been Kings and Queens, and then suddenly we were little more than schoolchildren."

"Oh, please tell me everything."

"Oh no, I will do no such thing, not yet. You asked for a tale of the beginning. I'll give you a tale of the beginning. But first, we'll have to travel back in time, to the birth of Narnia."

"You know that far back?" Dylan asked, awestruck, leading her into the park.

"Yes, now don't interrupt," she scolded, sitting down on a bench, and indicating that he should join her there. "Strangely enough, the story of Narnia begins here in England, long ago when your grandfather was a child, in the town of London…"

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Susan/Dylan scene fades upward from the trees around the park, into the setting sun sky, then pans down onto the beginning scene of the Magician's Nephew, with Polly under a tree

The Magician's Nephew, no narration (with everything but the tale of the tree falling down)

Final scene is of the house in the country surround by trees, panning up towards the sky, and the camera comes back down on the night scene of Dylan and Susan in the park, surrounded by trees.

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Susan and Dylan were laying on the ground in the park, staring up at the night sky, surrounded by a few wildflowers, some of which were braided into a crown, and lay forgotten in Dylan's hands.

"Wow," Dylan said breathlessly.

"Yeah. It was quite a tall tale by the time we first heard it in Narnia, helped along by the face that the people we ruled had lived under the Witch's rule for ages."

"I could imagine, although it still seems quite a tall enough tale despite the fact that I feel you know the truth of it. How'd you find out about everything that happened afterwards?"

"The same way that we found out about the true tale of everything else that happened, after the story was through. One year, there was a large storm in England, and the apple tree fell down. Digory couldn't bear to have it cut up for firewood, so he had it made into a gorgeous wardrobe…" Susan the idea of it hang in the air between them.

"It can't be," Dylan whispered, turning on his side to stare at Susan, "the Professor?"

"Yes," she laughed, raising up on her elbow to look him in the eyes. "Professor Digory Kirke, whose house we stayed in that lovely summer." She looked around her. "Oh dear, it's so late! I should have been home hours ago! Harold and Alberta will we be worried." She jumped to her feet and pulled him to his. Still holding hands, they raced back to her front door.

As she turned to say good-bye to him, she noticed the crown of flowers in his hand at last. "What is that?" she asked curiously.

"Oh, I, uh, my sisters used to make me make them for them. Uh, it's a crown."

"Lucy and I used to do that all the time, here and in Narnia." Susan told him, smiling sadly.

"Well, I made it for you, Queen Susan," he replied, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Once a Queen of Narnia," he began, putting the crown on her head.

"Always a Queen of Narnia," Susan finished, grinning.

"I'm sorry I've been so beastly in the past," he apologized. "I didn't know, this afternoon when I teased you, about your family."

"Don't apologize," she replied, touching her finger to his lips to silence him. "If it hadn't been for you, I may never have remembered."

"If I could come again tomorrow, would you mind? And would you tell me more? About you and your brothers and sister, in Narnia?"

"Of course that'd be fine. I'll tell you about our second visit, how about that? The noble tale of Prince Caspian the tenth, who fought to free Narnia from the clutches of his evil Uncle, Lord Miraz."

"I'd like that," Dylan grinned, right before he leaned in to kiss her lightly on the lips. He pulled back, ran a hand through his hair, embarrassed, and walked off.

Susan remained frozen in disbelief, before moving her hand to her lips. "tomorrow then," she murmured, turning to go in the door, sparing one last glance at his fading form. "I'd like that."

And to end the scene, and the movie- the camera pans out from her door, up to the night sky, where the stars twinkle and the Lion roars.