Thanks for the reviews! I'm glad you seem to like the romance! I added more romance in this chapter ;)

Anna Lu: I generally like to leave ages up to interpretation a bit, but since you asked, here is how I interpret their ages. The Pevensies and Caspian are about the ages they are in the movie (since this is closer to following the movie plot). The Hogwarts world is approximately in their 6th year, since Hermione is familiar with how to apparate.

"Ah… no. Of course not," Hermione protested. "I'm not into guys like you."

"And I'm not into girls like you," Peter said.

"Well, good then. I'm glad we clarified that," Hermione said, a bit harried.

"If you needed clarification there, it must mean you were thinking about it," Peter teased.

"Was not!" Hermione protested. She felt like a stupid little girl. She was so much smarter than this. Why was she wasting time with stupid conversations with a conceited boy - king?

"Mhmhh. Whatever you say," Peter said with a grin. He might not have had much experience with girls in England, but he had plenty of experience in Narnia, and he knew for sure this girl would not have been thinking about it if he wasn't at all interested.

"You're so annoying," Hermione said.

"Really? Most don't say that. I bet you're only saying that because you like me," Peter teased.

"I do not!" Hermione protested. "You…you're infuriating!"

"Because I'm calling you out on something you don't want to admit," Peter said with a grin.

Hermione looked at him exasperatedly. This seemed to be going absolutely no where. She decided the only way out of this was to turn the tables on him. "Or maybe you're only be obnoxious about this because you like me."

She was delighted to see him open his mouth to say something, then close it again idiotically. "That's right," she smirked, tapping him on the lips.

"Alright, two can play this game," he said with a grin.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Hermione said. Game?

"Pete? Hermione?" Edmund called, walking up to them, much to both Hermione's and Peter's annoyance.

"What is it?" Peter asked.

"One of the scouts just flew back from a bit past Beruna. Telmarine's are crossing right now, so we best stay out of the woods."

"C'mon," Peter said to Hermione. He offered his arm, but she just looked at him incredulously. "Oh, get over it. It's just considered polite manners to offer a lady your arm, nothing more."

"Um… sure," Hermione said, taking it hesitantly.

Peter sat by the image of Aslan, looking, praying for guidance. Lucy came to sit beside him.

"You're lucky, you know. To have seen him," he began.

"Who's him?" Hermione asked, entering and leaning against the Stone Table.

"Aslan," Lucy and Peter said simultaneously.

"Lucy's the only one to have seen him since we returned," Peter explained.

"Okay… any reason why you're staring at a carving of a lion?" Hermione asked.

"That's Aslan's image," Lucy explained. "He's a lion."

"Huh? Oh… you never mentioned that detail. I guess I just assume someone who looked like Jesus from our world," she said sheepishly. "Although most portrayals of Jesus don't depict what a Nazarene of his time would have realistically looked like."

"Well, now you know. I just wish I could see him once again and ask for guidance. The odds are just stacked against us so much that I don't see how we can possibly win without him," Peter said. In the battle against the White Witch, Aslan had laid out what Peter's mission was. Now Peter had so many questions. Should he support the Telmarine prince, or just the Narnians? Hide or fight? Did he make the right decision attacking the castle? Should he be waiting for Aslan or acting?

Hermione's hand flicked towards her wand in her back pocket (despite Mad-Eye's warnings, she had never lost a buttock from this habit). She knew having magic on their side could change a lot… but would the Narnians accept it?

"Peter… maybe…if I –" Hermione began.

Edmund ran in and cut her off. "Pete, you better come quickly."

They gathered on a ledge where they had a good view of the surrounding area. Caspian and his tutor were already standing there, looking as the Telmarine army assembled. Hermione strangely thought of the death eaters as she saw the Telmarines and their masks. All looking the same, no way of distinguishing them.

Later that day, Peter held a meeting with only a few members of the army. He had not sent for Caspian, but he showed up anyways with his tutor.

"Caspian, what are you doing here?" Peter practically growled.

"Please, High King, I know the most about the Telmarine army. I might be able to contribute useful information," Caspian pleaded.

"Peter, he has a point," Susan said.

"And there's no harm in letting him stay," Hermione added.

"Fine," Peter said, turning away from him. He began laying out his next plan, sending Lucy to find Aslan. Trumpkin was especially against this plan, offering to go with her.

"I'll go," Hermione said suddenly. When everyone looked at her incredulously, she elaborated. "I have magic. I can easily take care of anyone who attacks us. I know you're all uncomfortable around magic, so it'll be better if I'm with Lucy, who's more comfortable with it."

"Alright, that's settled then," Peter said, in a tone of voice that no one dare object. "We just need to make sure we give them enough time to get to Aslan."

"If I may," Caspian asked timidly. Peter sighed, knowing the girls would gang up on him to make him allow Caspian speak. He might as well save some face by making it seem like he was permitting Caspian to speak by his own choice. He nodded and Caspian suggested a one on one duel against Miraz. Peter had to admit, it was a good idea. Assuming it worked.

Since it was Caspian's horse they were riding, he helped them get ready.

"Destrier has always served me well. You're in good hands," he said.

"Or hooves," Lucy joked. Caspian smiled, realizing that at least one of the Pevensies seemed to have forgiven him for trying to call up the White Witch. The three other Pevensies walked up as Hermione and Lucy were about to leave.

"Be safe," Susan said.

"Really? You're the one probably about to go to war and you're telling us to be safe?" Lucy giggled.

"And we'll be perfectly fine. They don't know I have magic, so they'll never see it coming," Hermione added.

"They're right. We're the ones likely to die," Edmund said frankly. When Susan gave him a disapproving look, he said, "What? Just being honest here!"

"Well, since it seems like we are apparently going to die," Peter said with a smirk. He then went onto tiptoe and used his hand to bring Hermione's head down towards him and kissed her. Hermione's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. He was… a really, really good kisser. Better than Krum even. She was actually… enjoying this. As infuriating as it was that he would just assume he could go around kissing her without her permission. But for once, she wasn't going to complain.

Peter was surprisingly the one to pull away. "Well, you best be on your way. After all, the only reason we're doing a rather suicidal battle attempt is to buy time until you find Aslan."

"Yeah… yeah… Aslan. Right," Hermione said, shaking her head to clear it. Everyone around them was looking at her and Peter incredulously. Well except for Lucy who was giggling uncontrollably.

As they rode out, Hermione looked back towards Peter, who was being accosted by Susan and Edmund. When he saw her looking back, he grinned. Hermione gave him a look and shook her head. Conceited, cheeky idiot. But she couldn't resist him.

The next day, Harry went to Dumbledore to tell him about the strange happenings around Jadis.

"I never allowed a student into Hogwarts midyear," Dumbledore said, extremely perturbed. "Jadis, Jadis. Where do I know that name from?"

"The White Witch!" the picture of Swanwhite said, looking terrified.

"Of course! And that would explain the ice," Dumbledore said, rising to his feet. Harry looked at his apprehensively. "There must have been some sort of… magical exchange."

"Professor! Can you please explain what's going on?" Harry said.

"There is an ancient magic in Narnia which would allow the creatures there to call up a witch. However, it should not have called Hermione, and yet Swanwhite found someone who had seen someone fitting Hermione's description in Narnia. But they weren't trying to call Hermione, but the White Witch. But somehow… someone interfered and did an exchange. But only Aslan would have such power."

"Who's Aslan?" Harry asked.

"You would know him as Jesus," Dumbledore said. Harry looked at him, thinking Dumbledore had a terrible sense of timing in his humor, but Dumbledore seemed serious.

"Jesus?" Harry asked skeptically. He of course knew about Jesus, but only barely and never really cared to learn more. The Dursleys only went to church to keep up appearances and rarely made Harry go, thinking he would somehow embarrass them. And Hogwarts had no churches or any other places of worship.

"Yes, him. But we have more pressing issues. He must have sent Jadis here instead knowing that we could deal with her more easily than the Narnians could. But I know of nothing that could defeat her without the help of Narnians."

"So… not only is Hermione lost to us, now we have an evil witch in Hogwarts that we can't defeat?" Harry asked in shock.

"No, Harry. I said we can't defeat her without the help of Narnians," Dumbledore said, looking over the rim of his glasses at Harry. Harry had a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"So what do you need me to do this time?" he asked.

"Find your friend Ron, and bring him here. I'll give you both some more instructions, and then it's on to Narnian for the two of you."