A/N: Hello again, dear Readers! I've been loving the reviews and follows that I get for this fanfic: the amount of visitors Seeing Shadows got when I added the second chapter was mindblowing! :) Anyways, this chapter is very Petercentric (sorry Edmund fans!) and we introduce the Pevensie sisters as well (finally) so sit back and enjoy!

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"Hello! We're home!"

"Edmund! You're back at last!"

The dark haired boy laughed, watching his energetic younger sister come bounding down the stairs as he entered the front door. Lucy hugged him as tightly as she could, leaving a bemused Peter to lock up after himself. She was soon followed by Susan Pevensie, who unlike her sister walked from the living room with a slight grace and ease, such as was expected from a girl her age. Lucy, however, had forgotten all about etiquette and was now embracing her elder brother as well, kissing him as if it had been years since they had last met.

"Calm down Lu, you only saw them a few weeks ago!" said Susan, trying to hide the amusement on her face at her sister's antics. She then turned and hugged her younger brother, and said quietly to all of them as she did so, "Mother's already asleep, so you'll have to say hello to her tomorrow. She was so worried when she heard the news about Edmund." She looked at her brother with a frantic curiousness, "What happened, exactly?"

"Ed just had a serious case of work related stress, that's all." Peter interjected just as his brother was about to speak, "Nothing to worry about. Anyways, it's getting late; the four of us should probably go to bed."

"Aww Peter! Do we have to?" Lucy bawled childishly as she let her brother take her by the hand and lead her upstairs. Out of the corner of his eye, Peter saw Edmund give him a look, as if to say "Why did you lie to them?", but he averted his gaze and carried on walking up the stairs. After all, he didn't want to get Lucy (or Susan, especially) worked up about what was probably just one of Edmund's funny turns. He remembered how his brother used to get them a lot when he was King in the Golden Age; why they had started to happen to him again Peter didn't know, but one thing he was sure of was that they were nothing to worry about. Besides, all he wanted to do was get some sleep. All this could wait until the morning.

Peter slowly opened his eyes and looked around him. He was sitting carelessly against a tall rough stick of timber, which from what he could see had been shoved into the dirt beneath him. He tried to move his arms, but realised that they had been tied behind his back, binding him to the wood which held him captive. His frightened eyes scanned the dark cave where he sat, but all he could see before him were shadows.

"Hello?" he spoke nervously, but no one answered. He began to panic; where on earth was he? The last thing Peter could remember was arriving back home with his brother, having to endure Susan's endless nagging… Had something happened to them? Was the rest of his family safe?

He heard the sound of a rock being kicked, and saw a shape emerge from the darkness which surrounded him. He watched as the woman, who he could now just see in the dim light, struck a match and lit a lone candle which had stood unnoticed by the boy's feet. His eye's burnt at the sudden light hitting his retina, and he had to blink for a few moments before turning back to look at his captor. He gasped in horror.

"Did you miss me, Son of Adam?"

It couldn't be possible: he had seen her dead, killed by Aslan's own hand, and yet here she was standing in front of him, her face distorted with a grotesque smirk. He violently pulled at the ropes behind him, but they were tied too tight for him to break free.

"Come now Peter dear, there's no need for that…" she smiled as she watched him struggle, and she set herself down beside the boy, "After all, we're just old friends."

"I still remember what you did to my brother, Witch!" Peter tried to sound menacing as he returned her glare.

"Ahh, you mean Edmund…" She smirked at his defiance and continued, "Such a handsome young boy."

"What have you done with him?" Peter tried again to release his hands and he felt his fingers fall upon something smooth, and sharp. It was his penknife! Trying not to avert his gaze from the Witch, he managed to pick the knife up and began to cut through his bonds. "You'd better not have hurt him!"

"He's fine, for the time being…" she said quietly, her voice cutting through the air like ice. She looked at the eldest Pevensie, and she whispered, "How about we make a deal, Peter? Join me, and none of your pathetic little family will get hurt. It'll just be us two, you'd like that…" She moved closer to him to stroke the hair out of his eyes, but as she did so he cut through the last of his bonds and jumped up, pushing her over onto the floor and raising the penknife above his head. If he aimed for her heart, he might be able to stab hard enough to kill her. "I will never join you!" he yelled.

He swung forward to deal the blow, and as he did so he swore he heard her say, "I wouldn't be so sure of that, Peter dear…"

"Peter stop!"

The blond haired boy snapped awake to see Edmund lying below him, his face wide with fear. What the hell had just happened? The cave was gone; Peter could now see that he was back in his bedroom that he shared with his younger brother. All of what had just happened must have been nothing but a dream, but if that was the case, then how had he woken up sitting on Edmund's bed, instead of sleeping in his own?

"Peter, drop the knife" Edmund stammered, reaching out to tear something from his brother's grip, and Peter whimpered as he saw the steak knife that he had been about to stab his brother with fall from his grasp. What had he just done?

He fell forward onto Edmund's bed and began sobbing uncontrollably into his brother's pillow. Edmund stiffened; he had never seen his older brother so vulnerable before, and so he tried his best to comfort him. He decided to do what he remembered his father used to do when he got hurt playing football in the park: he sat up and moved Peter's head onto his shoulders, whispering into his ear, "Shush, it's okay, everything's going to be fine…" After what had seemed almost the entire night Peter finally calmed down, and he told his brother what he had seen.

"What do you think's happening to us, Ed?" he whimpered, sending shivers down his brother's spine at the sound of his fear, "Has she really come back?"

Edmund, being the only one of the two who had read a number of supernatural and cult stories, said shakily, "I don't think she's physically returned. Otherwise she would've already tried to attack us" His brother nodded in agreement. "Somehow though, from wherever people like her go where they die, she's found a way to control us, to make us do her bidding without us knowing…" He stuttered, the fear returning to him, before meeting Peter's gaze, "I mean, if I hadn't woken up, well, you were really going to kill me Pete, I saw it in your eyes…"

"She's definitely getting stronger, whatever she's doing." Peter interrupted, "When she got to you back at Hendon House, you went completely nuts but she couldn't control you, you were just afraid."

"I know" Edmund answered, his face twisted in concentration. He suddenly stood up and switched on the bedroom lights. Flashes of colour blurred Peter's vision as he asked, "What the hell are you doing? It's probably still 12 o'clock at night!"

His brother picked up the steak knife and headed to the door. "I think it's time we told Susan and Lucy what's been going on."

Ooh, drama! Will they get to Susan and Lucy in time? Or will Jadis get to them first? Find out next time!