Jill Pole fidgeted and glanced at Scrubb. Of course that wasn't really his name his real name was Eustace Lawrence Scrubb. They were waiting at King's Cross Train station. Jill had been invited to stay with Eustace's family over spring break, only they weren't staying with his parents but with his cousins. She was a bit nervous about meeting them; they were the legendary kings and queens of Narnia's golden age. Of course Scrubb insisted that they were nice people, but she was still nervous – she didn't meet royalty every day.

"There's Lu." Jill looked in the direction Scrubb had indicated, but didn't see anyone that stood out.

"There are a lot of people Scrubb." He rolled his eyes and she returned the gesture

"Still bickering?" She turned towards the light amused voice. "Can't say I blame you, Eustace is a bit useless." The speaker was a slight girl with auburn hair and brown eyes sparkling with merriment. Scrub rolled his eyes.

"Thanks a lot Lu." The girl grinned and gave a slight graceful curtsy.

"You are most welcome cousin." Jill studied the girl, she was plainer and shorter than Jill had imagined. "And you must be Jill, it is an honor to meet you at last." Again the curtsy was flawless and graceful, hinting at years of practice.

"The honor is mine." Jill returned the curtsy self-consciously, it was certainly more clumsy that Lucy's had been. The shorter girl merely beamed.

"Come, the others are waiting." She motioned for the others to follow her and Scrubb offered Jill his arm.

"Shall we?" She rolled her eyes but accepted the arm and they followed his cousin through the crowd. A dark hired boy of her own age joined them as they exited the station.

"Cab's over here." He offered Lucy his arm, which she accepted and Jill blinked as he turned his lively brown gaze on her. "And you must be Lady Jill. I am Edmund; it is a pleasure to meet you." He extended his free hand (his left one) and she reached out her own hand only to have him take it and kiss the top. She blinked at him in surprise before turning to glare at Eustace who was chuckling. Edmund, King Edmund, she reminded herself, turned to him with a smile. "Well met cousin. Our brother awaits our presence and yours." He waved his arm, indicating that they should follow.

A short cab ride later and they stood before a dingy looking wooden door with a painted wooden sign 'Leaky Cauldron'. Scrubb opened the door and held it as the others entered. Jill followed Lucy into the sunlit building, she had just decided that it was a normal, if rustic place when the fire flared green and a woman in robes stepped out with a screaming baby – so not quite normal.

"Weird." She glared at Edmund who was chuckling.

"That is just the Floo. Come, we have a private suite." He escorted Lucy and Jill followed, once again on Scrubb's arm. Edmund knocked on a door halfway down the dusty wooden corridor and they entered a cozy, well lit sitting room with a dinning table off to one side. The other side was occupied by two people on the settee.

"Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron." She turned to the speaker, a tall blond man with bright blue eyes. She curtsied as he closed the door. "I am Peter. Over there are Professor Diggory and Lady Polly. They too are friends of Narnia, having been present at the Dawn of Time. Professor, Lady Polly, may I introduce our cousin, Eustace and the Lady Jill." Jill curtsied again and received warm smiles. After pleasantries were exchanged Jill ended up seated next to Lady Polly, who it turns out was no more a lady than Jill herself, and sipping a cup of tea while Peter recounted how he discovered the Magical world. "-and just last week I arranged for our attendance at Zarri Academy of Magic in Greece. The professor has kindly agreed to vouch for the school" he nodded to the older gentleman who nodded. "It being a highly selective school of renown for both arts and sciences" he gave a wry grin, "which is, amazingly enough, true. Letters inviting us to attend will arrive shortly, I discussed these with the Headmistress and they should be suitably convincing. Especially the 10,000 pound scholarships." Jill stared at him, her mouth open.

"10,000 Pounds?" She didn't know what to think when the high king simply nodded. "From the school?"

"No actually." he replied with a shake of his head. "The scholarship is actually the Crown of Narnia paying your tuition. That doesn't account for room and board or supplies, for which the crown is also paying." He shrugged. "How about we step out and tour the Alley before lunch?" Jill followed the others out feeling overwhelmed.

Susan rolled her eyes; her brother had insisted she visit him at Oxford for the weekend. He had said he would meet her at King's Cross in London. She thought it was silly; he ought to have just met her at Oxford.

"Su!" She turned toward her brother - he looked healthier and happier than he had when she left for America. She truly was happy to see him, but she didn't feel the deep rush of joy she used to feel. She felt a lot less these days. He caught her up in a hug which she returned.

"Pete, you're looking well." He pulled back and studied her - she wondered what he was looking for. His smile was a bit strained when he replied.

"So do you Su." He glanced at his silver pocket watch and she frowned - where did he get that? "What do you say to a bite, eh? I know a little place down the road that's nice, it's not far." He glanced down at her heels. "But we can take a cab." He gave a cocky grin and offered her his arm. She took it puzzled and they began walking.

"Pete, I hate to ask, but how are you doing this?" He just grinned as he flagged down a cab and she rolled her eyes, he wouldn't answer in this mood. He helped her into the cab then swung up into it himself.

"Charring Cross Road." he instructed and shut the door. "So how was America?" He asked grinning at her. She rolled her eyes.

"It was nice. You did read the letters I sent, didn't you?" He nodded, still grinning.

"Of course, I just wanted to know if there was anything else." she gave a slight, unladylike snort at his reply.

"You just don't want to answer my question about how you're doing this. Trains, Cabs, meals out." she challenged. His grin became lopsided and a tad sad.

"You're right. You always did see to the heart of things. Well, here we are." He helped her out of the cab and she studied the faded sign.

"The Leaky Cauldron? Odd name."

"An odd name for an odd place." He opened the door for her. The dark interior was lit by lanterns and there was a roaring fire. "Ah, Tom is the room ready?" she looked at the youth whom Peter was addressing. He bobbed his head.

"Yes milord." She met his gaze as he stared at her and he dropped his eyes. Peter chuckled.

"This is my sister Susan."

"Lady." He bobbed a bow and she smiled, it had been a long time- no. she snapped down on the thought and nodded.

"Tom." she looked up at her brother. "Room? You planned this all along." she accused with a grin. He shrugged and offered her his arm leading her from the main dinning room into a dusty corridor.

"Guilty as charged. You aren't too upset with me, are you?" he asked stopping in front of door #5. She shook her head.

"No, of course not." He nodded wryly and unlocked the door with a small silver key.

"You will be." she frowned as he pushed open the door and looked at her. Susan found her question evaporating and being replaced with confusion and denial as she stared into the room at the unbelievable. Her brother gently pushed her inside and shut the door. She stared at the goblin seated at the table and offered no resistance as her brother maneuvered her onto the settee. "I am sorry for the shock but you would never have believed me otherwise."

"I'm dreaming, this can't be real."

"It is very real your highness." the goblin's spoke his raspy voice scratching at her memories. [Do you remember our tongue?] she nodded, bewildered. The course syllables were comprehensible.

[Yes.] she began to sob, all her pent up emotions at being torn from the one place she loved, the place she truly belonged, at being forced into a child's body and being no one special. She sobbed letting out her anger, frustration, fear and feelings of abandonment. Peter simply held her close and stroked her dark tresses rocking gently until she subsided.

"How?" she asked, looking up at her big brother with pleading eyes - he had to know and make everything okay. He gazed down at her tenderly and brushed her dark hair from her face. She saw now King Peter. It was the King who had greeted her at the station, but she had refused to see.

"The goblins can build portals between worlds. They knew we were inter-dimensional when they met us and set up our accounts accordingly. I stumbled onto the magical community here and met Gripshok here last fall. Yes, there is magic here in England. The Leaky Cauldron is the main entrance."

"Magic in England?" she repeated hesitantly, her king nodded and she swallowed, her mind was whirling. "Can I see it?"

"Of course. Your room is there." Peter pointed to one of the four doors. "Lu purchased the wardrobe, I hope you like it." his smile was both wry and gentle, but his eyes danced - with hope she realized. She couldn't reply, she wasn't ready to believe again, believing hurt. She rose and walked to the room, closing the door behind her and leaning on the solid wood. With a sigh she opened her eyes and slowly turned, taking in the room. It was furnished in shades of blue and oak, canopy bed, desk, wardrobe and settee. She slipped out of her heels and onto the plush rug, caressing the desk as she approached the wardrobe. Her gaze caught her reflection in the mirror on the settee and she swallowed. Fashionable with curls and paint, she saw for the first time how fake she looked - fake and hollow, like a porcelain doll. She bit her lip and removed her business jacket, folding it on the chair before opening the wardrobe. She had to fight back tears, it was only a fraction of her wardrobe at Cair Paravel but - she paused. She had thought of Narnia and for the first time did not feel like she was dieing inside. Pursing her lips she selected a royal blue gown and lay it on her bed before entering the washroom.

An hour later Susan gazed into the mirror as she finished plaiting her hair. It was like turning back the clock, steeling herself she met her strong blue gaze in the mirror.

"I am Queen Susan the gentle of Narnia." and it rang true in every fiber of her being, she was herself again. She saw in her eyes a light and life that had been gone for far too long. "I will never forget again." she whispered, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "Never." She wiped it away and rose, donning a light cloak. Taking a deep breath she reached for the door and pulled it open. Peter rose from his seat as she entered, interrupting his conversation with Gripshok. She met his gaze, hope shone in his eyes she knelt before him, dropping her eyes to the ground. "My Liege," she felt his hand on her head. "I beg your forgiveness and that of the Lion. I have denied and betrayed our land. I can offer no excuse for my actions nor the pain they have caused." Tears were falling from her as she finished, sad, cleansing tears. He lifted her chin and she saw love and compassion in his eyes.

"Royal sister, you are forgiven. You offer no excuse, but we saw your pain and grieved for we feared you lost to it. Rise, Queen Susan with the blessings and forgiveness of the Crown and the Lion." Susan rose and curtsied without checking the flow of her tears.

"Thank you Royal Brother." As he kissed both her cheeks she wondered if this was how Edmund felt when Aslan forgave him.

Jareth looked up to greet his guests and stared. A beautiful woman stood on Peter's arm. He rose and bowed.

"Welcome back to the Labyrinth. You must be Queen Susan." She blushed slightly as she curtseyed.

"I am. Thank you for the invitation and welcome." She met his eyes and he smiled mischievously.

"You are welcome, please have a seat." He created several throne like chairs and waved for them to join him.

Susan glowered at the chair which was sitting stubbornly on the ground refusing to rise.

"I wish someone would help me with this right now!" she exclaimed then turned to look behind her, feeling the familiar pull of a Tran dimensional crossing. She rolled her eyes. "What are you doing here?" she asked with a grin.

"You called." she frowned slightly at the goblin king.

"I guess I need to be careful what I wish for, but since you are here you might as well help." He smirked, sauntering over to her.

"And what did you need help with, my dear?" She gave an answering smirk and turned back to the chair.

"Learning to levitate the chair."

Author's Note:

There was some questions on the ages of the Monarchs. I have detailed how I derived the ages and my reasoning.

Ages:

Peter- 72: 50 (in Narnia), 1 (PC), 3 (England)

Susan- 70: 50 (in Narnia), 1 (PC), 3 (England)

Edmund- 69: 50 (in Narnia), 1 (PC), 1 (Dawn Treader) 3 (England)

Lucy- 67: 50 (in Narnia), 1 (PC), 1 (Dawn Treader) 3 (England)

Eustace- 17: 1 (Dawn Treader), .3 (Silver Chair)

Jill- 16: ~ .3 (Silver Chair)

50 because it never says how long the 4 ruled Narnia, only that Tumnas is very old and fauns, according to lore, live to be several hundred if not immortal. Given that he was a middle aged faun (my guess is 125-150 years old) when the White Witch came and was still rather spry, but not young at the end of their reign. Therefore I have set the time for their reign at 50 years. Also it is known as the 'Golden Age' of Narnia, I doubt that a short reign of 10-15 years would be recalled as an 'Age' by long lived species such as Dryads, Naiads, Centaurs, Fauns and other races.