Okay. Here is chapter six, and just to have said it, I didn't remember the lines, so it feels kind'a messed up.

Besides I have to do something to make Peter and Catty friends again, so please, if you have any ideas, tell me.

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"Stay here", he commanded before he closed the door to the small room. In some heartbreaking seconds it sounded as if someone was trying to rip up the door, but then it swung up and a river of wolves ran inside. In fact it wasn't a river, but right then it looked like.

Here, please enjoy this chapter.

CH. 6 Forced to Narnia by a Window

"Peter, Peter, wake up! Peter, wake up!" I woke up when I heard Lucy scream in excitement. "It's all in wardrobe as I told you!"

Susan didn't look at me when she rose from her bed and hurried over to the boys room. Again I felt so lonely. I wanted to scream or do something really drastic.

"You've just been dreaming", I heard Susan say to her little sister.

"But I haven't! I saw Mr. Tumnus again, and this time Edmund went too!" Lucy sounded really happy and exited.

"You... saw the faun?" Peter asked curiously.

"Well, he didn't actually go there with me", Lucy interrupted him. "He... what were you doing, Ed?"

"I was just playing around. I'm sorry Peter, I shouldn't have encouraged her, but you know how little children are today. They just don't know when to stop pretending", Edmund scoffed. I didn't need to see Lucys face to know she would begin to cry. I heard someone running followed by: "AU!" and then silence. It was nothing more to hear and I returned to my own misery.

I turned over on my side and felt tears running down my cheeks. Then I buried my face in the pillow and my body shook with silence sobs. My heart felt ripped out.

"I'm so sorry, Peter", I whispered. "I didn't mean those things I said yesterday. I was just so angry!"

"Then maybe you should tell him", a voice said and I sat up in the bed. A great golden lion was standing in the middle of the room. I didn't understand why, but I wasn't scared. I knew he wouldn't hurt me. I trusted him.

"But... do you think he'll forgive me?" I asked and the lion sat down with a sigh.

"Dear child. If you forgive yourself, then world will forgive you. Do you understand what I mean?" I thought about it in some seconds, then I slowly nodded.

"It's just... if he don't forgive me, then I'll feel like an idiot! None of them want to speak to me, just Lucy." New tears ran down my cheeks.

"I'll soon come and get you, all of you. Peter will learn who he loves, and so will the rest of them too. You need to be brave and strong, and you have to stand up for what you think is right."

"But I'm no brave! I'm not strong!" I whispered and met the lions brown eyes. He smiled a friendly smile filled with love.

"Oh, you are. When you protected Lucy earlier, you were brave. Right then you didn't think about your love for Peter, but you protected what you knew was right. Your heart told you to stand up for Lucy, and I'm sure all of you will be friends." He rose and started to turn.

"Wait!" I shouted after him. "It's one thing I need to know..." He looked back at me.

"One last question", he agreed.

I took a deep breath. "Will I and Peter have a 'happy ending' like those you read about?" The lion tilted his head and met my eyes.

"That's a very personally question. Are you sure you want to know?" I nodded and nearly held my breath. "Your futures are already bound together, but I can sense loss, sadness and anger. Though I also see happy moments, like small glints of the sun. It's those moments we live for, all of us." He smiled again. "Now, get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a day where everything can happen. You have to be strong, my child."

With those words he just disappeared and I fell back on my bed and fell asleep immediately.

It felt as if I had only slept a few seconds when someone whispered in my ear: "Catty, it's time to wake up. The others have gone down for breakfast, and I'm hungry too!"

I groaned and pulled the duvet over my head. The same person giggled.

"Come on, sleepyhead! The breakfast doesn't wait!"

It took some seconds before I pushed the duvet away, looked up at a small girl with red-brown hair, freckles and blue eyes. I yawned.

"Lucy, it's too early!" I muttered, but she only smiled. With another yawn I rose and looked at the watch. 10:40 am. "Why haven't you awake me earlier?!" I gasped and changed fast from my nightgown to a skirt and a blouse. Then I brushed my hair and put it up in a ponytail.

Still smiling, Lucy handed me my shoes and then we hurried down to the dining room.

None of the others said anything to us, but right then I didn't care. I ate my porridge as fast as possible and finished it just when Mrs. Macready came in and said we should 'get out in the sun and do something outside'.

"Taylor?" she asked when I was about to follow the Pevensies outside. Lucy turned when I stopped.

"Yes, Mrs. Macready?" I replied, and she looked at Lucy who hurried out and we were left alone. Then she handed me a small letter. My hands started to shiver as I slowly began to understand what kind of letter it was.

I took it and saw at the housekeeper. I didn't want to open it in front of her. Therefore I turned and followed the Pevensies out in the garden. I stopped before I reached them. Peter, Susan and Edmund had already found something to do, and Lucy was sitting under a tree, reading.

I looked down at the letter and opened it. It wasn't much, just a small piece of paper, but its message was the worst I could've got ever.

Ms. Catharina Isabella Taylor,

It's with grief I'm telling you that your father died in the front.

After that I couldn't read more.

My heart had just broke into a billion pieces and there was just black-white memories left from the time with Dad. What was the last he thought of? The family? Friends? Or maybe that he would never get home to me, that he would never take me into a warm hug or tell me that I was his little princess. Suddenly all those words, just small things he said or did, felt important. Things which just had seemed like a part of the daily life appeared to be so much, much more.

I didn't read the rest of it, just tore it to pieces before I saw at Peter, Edmund, Susan and Lucy. They didn't know. In fact... maybe it was better if the didn't know at all. They still had some hope that their father would return from the war, that their family would live happy ever after.

My hope had just broke. I swallowed and forced myself to put on a smile and hide the pain inside. I took a deep breath and walked closer to them. Edmund was standing between his two older siblings, looking away from them. I wondered if he was daydreaming.

"Peter winds up", Peter called with something close to happiness in his face, "poised to take another wicket!" Then he threw a small ball towards Edmund who wasn't prepared for it at all.

"Ow!" he yelped, rubbing his thigh and sending Peter an angry look. Both Peter and Susan laughed.

"Whoops", Peter said, but didn't sound sorry caused the laugh. "Wake up, Dolly Daydream!"

Susan took the ball and threw it back to Peter.

"Can't we play hide and seek again?" Edmund asked. I could tell he had got enough of cricket.

"I thought you said it was a kids game", Peter replied, looking at his younger brother.

"Besides we can all use the fresh air", Susan added.

"It's not like there isn't air inside", Edmund muttered whit an angry look at her for holding with Peter.

"Are you ready?" Peter asked, looking down at the ball in his hands. I couldn't stop thinking about how cute he was with that look on his face. Then I wanted to slap myself. We weren't anything but friends, and now we weren't that either. We would never become a couple. That was impossible.

I missed Edmunds answer, but as Peter threw the ball again, I got a bad feeling. Edmund lifted the bat and smashed to the ball. It flew in a bow and we heard the sound of a window which broke and something else that fell. It sounded like an armour.

First it was totally silence, then we ran back. Up the stairs, through the doors and searched for the ball. Finally I opened a door and found it. I gasped when I saw the mess. The others came up behind me.

The window was broken, and a armour which had been standing there, was now laying on the floor in many pieces. Then we heard someone shout and steps. I saw at the others.

"The Macready!" Susan whispered.

"Is this a good time to get panic on?" I asked terrified and saw at Peter and Susan. Their faces reflected my own.

"Yes, come on!" Peter agreed and we all ran in the direction of our rooms. We were in the end of the corridor when we heard steps in the other end.

"This way!" Edmund yelled and led us in a different direction. "Back!" he suddenly shouted, and we turned and ran the way we came from. This time we didn't even thought about heading to our rooms.

"She's faster than she looks like!" Peter said as he lead our small group. "This way!"

We hurried up two or three stairs and I tried to open the first door in the new corridor. It wouldn't open. Then Edmund opened the next and I, Peter, Susan and Lucy stopped in the door. The youngest of the brothers hurried over to the old, huge wardrobe and pulled up the door.

"You've got to be joking", Susan muttered just as we heard more footsteps. I was froze to the spot. My legs wouldn't move. Was this what the great lion had been talking about? Was it now he was going to get us and take us to his country?

"Come on, Catty!" Peter shouted at me with something close to panic in his eyes. He didn't wait for an answer, just hurried back, lifted me up and carried me into the wardrobe. It was as if I just awoke from a dream.

"Put me down!" I hissed.

"Now way", he replied before he whispered to the rest: "Get back!"

"My toe!"

"I'm not on your toe!"

"Move back!"

"You're pulling my hair!"

"Will you stop shoving?!"

"OUCH!" Finally Peter let me down. I got someone's elbow in my chest and fell on my back into something soft and cold. Just a second later my vision got filled with brown, a bit messy hair and a pair of blue eyes.

I had no idea about how Peter had managed to turn around before he fell, but now his face was just a few inches over my own. I closed my eyes when the wound in my side started to hurt again. It hadn't hurt in many days now, but when Peter laid over me, I knew it wasn't healed yet.

"Peter", I gasped. "Get... off! It hurts!" He sat up, and then I knew for sure something was wrong.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and for a second he sounded worried.

"Yes", I replied and got to my feet just when Peter turned to the branches we now had in front of us. He shove them aside and we stared out in a snow-covered forest.

"Wow", Susan muttered, looking around with wide eyes.

"Don't worry", Lucy said with a smile and her arms behind her back. "I'm sure it's just your imagination." I laughed when I saw the rests expressions.

"I-I don't suppose saying we're sorry quite cover it", Peter said, looking at both Lucy and me. I and the youngest Pevensie exchanged look.

"No, it wouldn't", Lucy agreed. Then, without warning, she threw a snowball at Peter. It hit him in the head. "But that might!" Peter gasped. His face changed from surprise, to anger and then it was covered by a grin as he grabbed some snow and threw it back.

I and Susan joined the snowball-fight. I collected some snow, threw it at Peter and hit him in the chest. I laughed when a snowball hit me in the side, just where the wound was. The laughter stopped in my throat and I gasped. I heard Peter laugh, and then a snowball which hit Edmund.

"OW!" He cried and grabbed his arm, staring angrily at us. "Stop it!"

First then I realized he hadn't been participating in the snowball-fight. He had really changed through the last months. Earlier he would've been the first to throw a snowball, and he would've been the best of us, but this time he had just been standing there.

"You little liar!" Peter shouted at him, and the grin which had been on Peters face through the fight had melted away.

"You didn't believe them either!" Edmund replied, defending himself.

"Apologize to Lucy and Catty", Peter commanded. Edmund only stared at him, which of course just made him madder. "Say you're sorry!"

"Okay, I'm sorry!" Edmund finally said, sensing Peters anger and knowing he could explode soon.

"That's all right", Lucy smiled to him. "Some little children just don't know when to stop pretending."

She had always impressed me with how she could take revenge without hurting somebody physical. That was some of the good things with her. The only weapon she needed was her voice.

"Ha ha, very funny", Edmund answered with sarcasm. I knew he didn't like to have his own words thrown back at himself, which only made me Lucy even more. I tried to smile through the pain I felt from the wound, but it was hard.

My eyes wandered off to Peter who right then was turning to Lucy. I didn't reach to hide the pain from him and he stopped.

"What's wrong?" he asked, but I only shook my head. I didn't want to ruin this with my wound. It would for sure be okay in a few minutes. "Catty", he sighed, "you know you can't trick me. Is it the wound?" I bit my lower lip and didn't answer.

Obviously he got enough, because he walked over to me, took my arms and touched the wound gently.

"Stop!" I gasped and he let go of me. I fell to the ground, trembling and gasping. It hurt so much.

"Maybe we should go back", Susan suggested with a worried look at me.

"Shouldn't we at least take a look around?" Edmund inquired.

"We can go to Mr. Tumnus!" Lucy said exited. "He can cure Catty!" Peter and Susan exchanged looks.

"Well, then Mr. Tumnus it is", Peter said before he returned to the wardrobe and found five thick, warm coats. "I don't think the professor mind us using these", he continued as he handed Susan one. "Besides, if you think about it logically, we don't even take them out of the wardrobe." He reached one to Edmund who first stared at the coat, and then at Peter.

"That's a girl's coat!" he protested.

"I know", Peter only replied. With a last furious look at him, Edmund took the coat and Peter walked over to me. I was still sitting in the snow, trembling.

When he packed a black coat around me, I couldn't stop myself from looking at his face. There I saw an expression I didn't really understand. It was a mix of many feelings. First of all I saw worry, then guilty, but there was also place for frustration, anger and something I didn't know what was.

He took on the last coat before he lifted me up and held me in his arms. My heart was beating really fast, and when he saw down at my face, I blushed.

"It might be easier to carry you if you don't try to lean away from me", he said and my breath nearly stopped. What did he mean with that? Did he... I didn't finish the though. Didn't want to think about it.

For a while we just walked and took in all the impressions. There was something that was really bothering me, and finally I found the courage to ask Peter about it.

To be continued...

Pouh... hope you liked it. If I putted it in one chapter, this would've been too long, so the rest is in chapter seven.

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