Author's note: Chapter 2! Hooray! I hope you'll like it :3

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Chapter 2: The Arrival In Narnia

They were spinning up in the air so fast. The three of them clutched the portkey tighter for them not to lose their grip of it. Up up they went until they could see nothing but the three of them, the owl statue and clouds. Blinding light abruptly erupted around the trio. They're spinning suddenly slowed down but they're still floating in the air. The clouds disappeared and Harry, Ron and Hermione saw an open field in the middle of the woods below them. Suddenly, they began to fall from above. Their fall was so fast like the gravity had increased its force. Then one moment, their bodies met the ground with such force that light erupted from their bodies when they landed.

"Ouch," groaned Ron who fell on his stomach. "My head hurts."

"I feel dizzy," said Hermione, massaging her head. She looked around. "Where are we?"

"In Narnia," said Ron as-a-matter-of-factly. Hermione scowled at Ron.

"I know that we're in Narnia. What I mean is where exactly in Narnia we are right now," asked Hermione in a retorting way.

"Whatever," Ron muttered under his breath but Hermione didn't hear it.

"Look what's coming," said Harry. He pointed towards a carriage pulled by two horses from afar. The carriage itself was pure silver. The horses were going toward their direction.

"I think it's the carriage from the royalties," whispered Ron in awe. "Blimey, I bet we're going to stay in their castle for the rest of our vacation."

"Don't except too much, Ron, or you'll be disappointed in the end if it's not what, you think, it's supposed to be," Hermione said, folding her arms. Ron just scoffed.

"Woah, woah," said the footman as he pulled the reins, signalling the horses to stop. The footman just stared at the trio, who were also staring back.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" said the footman after a long moment of silence. "Hop on!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione shouldered their bags, put them in an open box behind the carriage where people usually put their baggages, and went inside the carriage.

"Bloody hell," whispered Ron, as Harry opened the door.

Well, you can't blame him because the inside of the carriage was pure gold and silver. The comfortable chairs facing each other looked extravagant ("more than extravagant!" exclaimed Ron) and the floor was covered with golden and furry carpet. Every time Ron touched something, he would say, "Blimey" or "Bloody hell".

"Ron!" snapped Hermione. "Why do you have to be so ignorant?"

"There's nothing like this in our house," muttered Ron. This time, Hermione heard it but she didn't reply back.

Harry, Ron and Hermione just stared outside the window as they travel. They had seen beautiful landscapes, glistening shorelines, and rich forests. In the forest, they saw trees which were not usually seen in their world; among their leaves hung plump fruits and colourful flowers which were unrecognizable.

They passed through a forest and saw numerous animals like foxes, stags and deers, rabbits, squirrels, birds, and other forest animals. Beyond the forest was another shoreline and across the shoreline stood a large castle perched on the top of a green mountain.

"Wow! This must be where we're going to stay for the rest of our vacation here," exclaimed Ron, who was the nearest to the window. "Blimey, it's like Hogwarts but more exorbitant."

On one side of the mountain, there was a road leading to the castle's entrance. There were gold and red flags lined along each sides of the road. This somehow reminded the three of Gryffindor, their house at Hogwarts.

The horse began to climb up the road.

"Blimey, the sea looks beautiful from up here," said Ron, who could see the glistening body of water from where he sat.

Five minutes later, they were already at the gates of the castle, which automatically opened by the time they reached it.

"Look, the royalties," said Hermione, smiling as she spotted the four monarchs of Narnia lined up outside the castle's main door.

"They're younger than I expected," said, who, at first, thought that the monarchs were already middle-aged. The idea of him made him laugh a little.

The carriage then suddenly stopped. The footman jumped from where he was sitting and opened the door for Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"Welcome to Narnia, our dear visitors," the High King greeted them warmly. Then, the visitors shook hands with the royalties.

"I hope you'll enjoy your stay here," said Peter as they entered the throne room. "If you want to go anywhere in this country, just tell us; the royal carriage is always ready."

"Okay, your majesty," the three chorused absentmindedly; they were busy staring at every inch of the throne room.

"Umm… By the way, I'm Peter, the High King of Narnia. My sisters, Queen Susan and Queen Lucy over there and my younger brother, King Edmund," said Peter. "Can you introduce yourselves to us?" added Peter kindly.

"Oh, I'm Harry Potter. This is Hermione Granger and my other friend, Ron Weasley. We're very pleased to meet you all, your majesties," said Harry, smiling.

"We're very pleased to meet you, too," replied Peter. "Lucy, please lead Ms Granger to her room. Edmund, lead the boys to theirs."

Then, the two youngest monarchs and the visitors headed to their rooms, with the guests staring silently at everything that caught their attentions.

"This place is so huge," said Ron as he slumped in his bed.

The three of them were in the boy's room. Both rooms were extravagant. The beds, the windows, the floor, the ceiling, the walls, the tables, everything.

"I know. This vacation is going to be great," said Harry, who was staring outside the window, overseeing the sea and the forest.

"And their loo is as large as our kitchen," said Ron. Harry snorted.

Then, someone knocked the door and it opened. A faun entered the room and handed a piece of paper to Hermione, who was the nearest to the door.

"That's the list of activities that will be held here in Narnia during your stay. High King Peter said that it's optional to participate in every activity or not. But the activities are enjoyable so he hopes that you'll be participating," said the faun. Then, the creature went out of the room.

"Blimey, if only they have Quidditch here," said Ron after he saw the list.

"Ron, this is not Hogwarts," said Hermione. "And stop comparing Hogwarts to Narnia. It's so annoying."

"Annoying," muttered Ron under his breath and he lie down on his bed.

"I'm looking forward to the horse race," said Harry.

"And archery. I love archery," said Hermione. "Oh, look. There will be a ball 5 days from now."

"A ball? For whom?" asked Harry. "Don't tell me it's for us."

"I'm afraid it is," answered Hermione slowly. "Look. 'A ball for our visitors'. I didn't think that our arrival would be this extravagant."

"Well, that's 5 days away so we still have time to prepare ourselves, haven't we?" said Harry as he went back to what he was doing.

"Yes, I think you're right," said Hermione.

And the room fell silent except for Ron, who was snoring loudly in his bed.

"Have you already told them about the activities, Pete," asked Lucy. The four of them were in the High King's study.

"I've already sent them the list of the activities," said Peter. "How about them? Are they comfortable with their rooms?"

"I think so. Hermione looked surprised when she saw her room, though," answered Lucy.

"How about the boys, Ed?" asked Peter.

"I think so, too. After I closed the door, I heard one of them shout something like, 'Bloody- whatever it is'," Edmund said, laughing a little.

"Well, I really really hope that they're going to enjoy their vacation here," sighed Susan.

"Yeah. I hope so," said Peter tiredly.

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