I know I killed her on the last chapter, but… yeah, she sorts of didn't want to die without exposing a bit more of her ideals first. And… technically she won't just up and disappear even after physically dying. I need to expand on that in order for the story to move on properly.

I wanted to read a crossover between Harry Potter (Founders time) and Chronicles of Narnia. I've seen images on fan groups all over Facebook and really decent history prompts, but so far… no one has been forthcoming with the link of an actual history.

If you happen to had read such a story and its free. I'd love to read it. Thanks for sharing!

That being said. Enjoy your reading.

Memories- Within Temptation.

1944- USA, New York.

Meddling with magic was a sterile affair for most beginners. Why?

Making money was the only thing on their minds, money bought anything so they didn't have time to waste on anything that wasn't productive or essential. Whatever it might be.

Tradition didn't pay the bills or put shoes on their children feet. Or paid tuitions and taxes. So it was easier to just leave it fade away and slide to the land of Neverland and review just when it so pleased them. That was it.

On this time and age, machines and business bloomed everywhere and cities and towns were ever growing thanks to it, no one was really interested on keeping tradition and protecting the old ways. That's why Susan found it so funny when she reunited with her prospective tutors for the first time. None of them expected to be teaching the wife of one of the wealthiest carbon industry tycoons how to do sorcery of all things.

Most of them were traditional herbalists that knew how to cure colds and home diseases. None of them were equipped to do what Susan wanted. They couldn't even fit it in their heads that she had travelled and lived in another world, then came back to this without a day having passed since she disappeared. She soon stopped sharing her story as her hopes waned.

From kindhearted herbalists to voodoo curse masters and fortune tellers, she learned everything from them and it really the very best money could afford… but none of that got her closer to her goal. It was as if the souls had vanished, she couldn't reach them with spiritual tools or… try and get signals out of even one of them.

She had tried almost since she lost them, and it was always silent on their end. When she was almost giving up, to her endless disappointment and frustration… something happened.

The first ever remarkable, positive thing since she lost it all.

It was in America, on one of those business travels she had to attend with her husband in order to look like "the happiest couple". She felt observed since they arrived.

No one knew about her interests so that couldn't be it. And the sensation got worst as the hours passed. She couldn't shake the feeling that surely something will happen. Her husband couldn't quite hide his irritation at her "silliness" or what he called the fabled women's nerves. They were chased by photographers and journalists all the time, even by potential business partners or people that wanted something out of them. Why was it any different this time? The truth is, she was unsettled by her own instincts.

She looked stunning on the event and the dinner and party that followed, if the deal depended solely on that, she was sure they had gotten it. She danced, talked and mingled successfully and her husband soon forgot his earlier irritation at her, this is why he married her anyways. She wasn't just a pretty face, people loved her. They felt drawn to her. If only they knew who she used to be… what she had…

But the creeping feeling from earlier far from fading, was like a blaring alarm that blasted through the silence. It was all of her self-control and etiquette training that allowed her to pull herself together and maintain her mask in the middle of the crowd.

She had a role to play and she´d be damned if she embarrassed herself or her husband, she´ll never hear the end of it.

If she stayed in the hall, near other people, that might buy her some time to figure out what to do about this pursuer. She knew about them, that helped. With such an intense energy, it was as if it shouted its presence, there wasn't anything subtle about it.

Her husband wouldn't be of any help, he only knew how to make money and shout orders at others and that was with people that had less money than him… and grovel to those who had more money and power than him. He was careful whenever he reunited with someone more influent than him, especially when Susan was younger. He seemed to think shed kick his ass if she found someone with more money. The bastard. He didn't know how to pack a proper punch even to save his life so he wasn't exactly useful when she needed force or someone to defend her… at least with physical force. And if this was an assailant or some kind of creep… well. She was screwed.

…

As it turned out, she shouldn't have worried about her pursuer being some serial killer. That being said, she never had known someone as mysterious as that man. Blonde platinum hair that reached his shoulders, slicked back to be away from his face, mismatched eyes meet her gaze calmly as he sat on the windowsill of her luxury hotel room fiddling with… a wooden wand of all things. Her husband was lying on the bed, sleeping as his rising chest and light snore indicated, by all means he shouldn't be sleeping. Susan had enough years married to know how incapable he was of sleeping with someone else in the room. And there he was, sleeping soundly, the snarky old bastard would pay a fortune for that.

This man… she had seen him before. Maybe on a formal dinner or a business meeting, he certainly looked the part. His looks alone spoke of old money, there was class and poise on every bit of him, from the soles of his shoes to the last hair on his head. But this man had to be a magician, otherwise Charles wouldn't be able to sleep with someone else in the room.

_ You're really interesting for a muggle. Even wealthy muggles are no better than dirt. But you… you have something. - he said, his eyes fixed on her. Unyielding and deep, as if they tried to strip her of her secrets by will alone.

Susan knew that even if she screamed herself hoarse, no help will come and so far…and certainly he didn't look like he wanted to kill her.

Of all things, he looked…curious. But sure as hell he was intimidating.

He waved the wooden wand and she found herself suddenly taking a stroll on memory lane, lost on her memories, quite literally.

She was reviewing her memories all along with him. She could feel him. Definitely. And she wasn't sentimental or naïve enough as to get lost on old memories in a potentially mortal situation.

It had to be his doing. Somehow this man had done this, he was curious about her and had no qualms about invading her privacy. The jerk. But finally…

This was the kind of ability that could finally get her wish!

"I'm not that kindhearted. You just picked my interest. So composed and aloof… royal looking with a hint of magic that just couldn't belong to those good for nothing muggles. And you didn't disappoint, Your Majesty."

Someone with that kind of power… really she shouldn't be surprised.

I could give you anything you want, money, power, fame… you just have to ask. You already know what I want.

"Even if it sounds tempting, I can't pull that out. I saw you in one of my visions. You're far away from home and might be for a long time to come. The start of the journey could be called the end. As you exhale your last breath, suddenly it will reveal itself. I hope to be compensated for my services, Your Highness"

He had a slight accent that she couldn't place, and it wasn't until much later that she placed it. German, her mystery man was definitely German or spent a lot of time in Germany. Go figure, maybe he was involved in some of the atrocities that took place there, he was capable of anything, she knew that much.

…

She never saw that man again, but once a year at least she made a payment to the account he had left behind. She wouldn't feel safe otherwise. He was the kind of person that could find her anywhere without sweating. And she wanted to be off his radar, or in his good books if the first wasn't an option.

So, when she was an old lady at her old country house, the one that used to be Professor Kirke´s home… she noticed a dark spot on the snow. Below an old tree. It seemed that the black spot was ever growing and swallowing everything. If that wasn't scary enough, something started to come out of the hole. Something scary beyond anything she experienced before and the combination of all of her worst fears put together, it seemed like someone took the time to make a custom hell´s nightmare for her, like a welcome gift she certainly didn't want.

Unbending reality as she knew it was changing at maximum speed right before her eyes as she foolishly wanted to witness for all of her life after leaving Narnia and being stuck on this world without her family.

She thought that this world had lost all of its magic and now it was giving her a firsthand demonstration of all the magic it still had, when it wanted to.

Ironically enough, she was witnessing this on her dying moments otherwise she wouldn't be privy to all of this, she knew that much. God made it clear all those years back. Whatever his adopted name, Aslan, God, Holy Spirit… even if all of those names referred to the same entity. She knew he wasn't alone in all creation. And after cursing him so candidly she should've known that something like this awaited her at her final hour.

Staring right back at the shape shifting figure covered in black, the darkest black she had ever laid eyes on it seemed like an eternity passed and she was there, sitting paralyzed and staring down at her doom that approached her slowly as if mocking her, and she really deserved it. She wasn't able to accomplish her one and only goal, she certainly wouldn't be able to reunite with her family or even lay eyes on Narnia again if Aslan last words for her and Peter were to be believed. All was lost.

She wouldn't be able to outrun something like that. And when it finally reached the other side of the window, with just the crystal and wood between them, it turned to face her with those awful eyes that spelled endless despair and she knew no more.

Susan Pevensie had finally perished, her soul vanished from this world she so hated.