Hermione shifted uncomfortably as Caspian nervously faced Peter. She felt very awkward and wished she hadn't brought up his name. She was also a bit confused about why the young kid from England seemed to be in charge of all these strange creatures. And was this Caspian dude from here or from England? Hermione was frustrated by not having the answers and not being able to just run down to the library to look up answers.

"Your majesty?" Caspian asked apprehensively. Hermione's eyebrows shot up. That guy was a king or royalty of some sort? Seriously? There better be a parliament or prime minister of some sort too. Although Hermione didn't hold out to much hope for that since everyone who actually had clothes were wearing medieval style outfits. Great, not only was she stuck in some mysterious land that was super scared of magic, it was one stuck in Dark Ages way of thinking, despite having leaders from England.

Peter crossed his arms and walked forward to face Caspian. The room grew completely silent in anticipation. Some of the Narnians who hated Telemarines the most looked excited. Susan got up and put a hand on Peter's shoulder, giving him a preemptive glare. Peter rolled his eyes. Really, Susan was going to stand by Caspian even after Caspian tried to call up the White Witch?

"Caspian, do you have anything to say to defend yourself?" Peter said firmly. Caspian stared down at the floor silently, desperately trying to come up with something, anything to defend himself with. Grief over his father's death? That was his excuse for going after Miraz. If Peter wasn't okay with that then, he certainly wouldn't be now. Blind desperation after the death of the Narnians? They would have to be okay with that, wouldn't they? After all, they were even more connected to the Narnians then he was. Oh, right… but they managed to not do anything idiotic.

"Caspian?" Peter asked again. Caspian looked up, startled, and realized just how long he had been standing there thinking. Oops.

"If you have nothing with which to defend your act of treason," Peter said threateningly, pulling out his sword.

"Are you crazy?" Hermione interjected. Everyone turned and looked at Hermione incredulously.

"Did you just call the High King… crazy?" Reepicheep asked in shock. Sure, they all were kinda thinking that the night of the raid, but none of them were stupid enough to say it out loud, especially not to his face.

"You just kill people for something that in the end, they didn't actually accomplish? Not to mention, capital punishment without… a trial? No jury of peers? No lawyer?"

"Um…" Peter was stumped by that question. He was used to those concepts, being from England, but had never thought to apply them to Narnia. The other Narnians though were very confused because they had never heard of these, other than a trial. And a jury, but the idea of being "of peers" was a bit foreign.

"She does have a good point," Edmund said with a frown. He was surprised that despite being known as the Just King he had never thought to make trials more just with those concepts.

"It's wartime," Peter said sharply, a bit annoyed. "We don't have time for starting such things now."

"Then you should push back his trial until after wartime," Hermione pointed out.

"You don't tell me what to do," Peter snapped.

"I'm just speaking common sense," Hermione said crossly.

"Let Ed decide. He's the Just King, after all," Lucy pointed out.

"Fine. Ed?"

"Um… yeah let's go with trial after the war's over. If he's still alive then," Edmund said.

"That's a cheery thought."

"So, next order of business. Hermione, do you want to fight alongside us? If you're here in Narnia, it must be because Aslan has some plan for you," Peter said.

"Who the heck is Aslan?"

The more devout Narnians all gasped. Hermione looked at them, a bit annoyed. "Well, I haven't exactly been here long!"

"It's okay," Susan said comfortingly to the upset Narnians. "We had the same question when we first arrived." She quickly explained Aslan to Hermione. Hermione frowned. She of course instantly noticed the similarities to Christianity. Honestly, she had stopped bothering to think about religion ever since she found out magic was real. She just assumed all the miracles the Bible talked about were actually spells from witches and wizards. She had been surprised though to never find a book that mentioned wizardry and religion. But magic was so different here. Could there be a such thing as a God?

"So, are you in or not?" Peter asked impatiently.

"Seriously, you can't give me a moment to take all this in?" Hermione asked. "And I thought you were all against magic anyways?"

"Do you know how to use any other weapons?" Glenstorm asked.

"I've used a rifle before, but that was just recreational with my dad," Hermione said. The Narnians all talked amongst themselves, seeing if anyone knew what a rifle was.

"Maybe then you could learn archery. My sister is the best at it," Peter said, gesturing towards Susan. Hermione shrugged nonchalantly, but she was in fact interested in learning something new. She was always interested in learning new things.

"We'll start as soon as I can find you an appropriate dress," Susan said with a smile.

"A dress?" Hermione said. "Why would I wear a dress? It's not like I'm going to a party or anything."

"Because proper ladies wear dresses," Susan said sharply. Lucy grinned. It looked as though she might have a new ally in her continuous war against Susan trying to make her a proper lady.

"We're talking about a war! Who the heck cares about being 'proper'?" Hermione exclaimed.

"Here we go again," Edmund groaned. "Never a peaceful moment."

"We were in the library. She suddenly… she thought… she was shivering like it was cold. And then… something… she said something about ice everywhere. And she was panicking. Her wand… she pulled it out and was waving it like she was performing… casting spells. But nothing was happening. Then she just. She disappeared!" Harry explained wildly to Dumbledore.

"But, you can't simply disappear from Hogwarts with our style of magic. This is very serious," Dumbledore said with a frown. "This could only be done with the Deep Magic. And a very evil spell at that."

"Um, what?"

"Our style of magic is not the only one that exists, Harry. Other worlds have their own type," Dumbledore said. He turned a portrait of a beautiful woman in medieval clothes. "Swanwhite, can you see if Hermione is indeed in Narnia?"

"It might take me awhile since my portrait is in their enemy's castle, but I will certainly try," she said. Harry was sad when the beautiful lady left her portrait. He could hardly believe that he had never noticed the painting before.

"Who was that? What's Narnia?" Harry said angrily.

"Narnia, is another world. Magic is in the very composition of that land. Only the Deep Magic there would be able to overcome the magic of Hogwarts. If she is there, there's nothing we can do here unless a chasm is found. In the meantime, keep an eye out for any unusual happenings here at Hogwarts. For it is possible the magic has repercussions here."

Someone knocked on Dumbledore's door and Harry was dismissed. Harry's mind was buzzing with questions. Other worlds? Narnia? Chasms? White swans? Deep magic? And the most unhelpful part: keep an eye out for any unusual happenings? This is Hogwarts, unusual is the norm.

Harry noticed ice forming on the windowsill. Normally he would have ignored it, being fairly typical for Hogwart's weirdness. But after Hermione freaking out about ice, he thought maybe he should pay more attention to it. He noticed some of it seemed to be more melted than others. So that ice was older. Harry felt proud that he for once was able to figure something out without Hermione. He followed the trail of ice, running faster and faster.

Then he saw someone. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She turned and smiled at him. "Harry Potter, I was hoping to run into you."

"Um hello. And you are?" Harry asked.

"Jadis. Do you like Turkish Delight? I just got a plate of it from the kitchens," she said offering a piece to him. Harry hesitated, wondering what exactly was going on. But hey, it's just a piece of candy. How dangerous could taking a piece possibly be?