DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, Doctor Who or the Chronicles of Narnia. I own this plot only, and any OCs. My depictions of real life characters are based on stereotypes or suppositions and no insult is intended. I have no desire to own the series this story is based on, although if anyone could give me either a wand, TARDIS or wardrobe portal into Narnia I certainly wouldn't say no.

IMPORTANT: This is a rewrite of my story, You Are Not Alone and, as such, any resemblence to that story is intentional. No offence is meant by my portrayal of the Royal Family. I have the utmost of respect for Her Majesty the Queen and her wider family.

Chapter Four: Unexpected Reunion

'A world where you and I belong where, faith and love will keep us strong, Exactly who we are is just enough. There's a place for us...' Carrie Underwood, There's A Place For Us - The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader Soundtrack

Location: King's Parade, Cambridge, Cambridgeshire, England, Earth
Time: August 1943 CE

It had been a year since Harry, Lucy, Edmund and Eustace had been sucked into Narnia, and although Harry was no longer there, having tearfully told Lucy at the end of the school year that it was time for him to go to school in his own time period, the three cousins still got along well, and were wandering down King's Parade in Cambridge, strolling past the famous King's College Gatehouse. It was still early in the morning, only about 8 o'clock, and fruit vans were rushing all over town delivering their wares to various stalls and university colleges for the day.

The boys, as usual, had been teasing Lucy about Harry and she had poked her tongue out at them and stomped a few metres ahead, keeping that distance as she kept walking conversing with them over her shoulder, getting so into her rebuttal of their comments that she didn't realise that she had walked out into the middle of the street, nor did she notice the fruit van that had no time to brake as it smashed into the eleven year old girl, knocking her to the ground as her brother and cousin screamed her name in anguish running towards her as the driver hastily climbed out of his van and yelled for someone to call an ambulance.

Lucy did not remember the hit, but she could feel the pain in her legs and chest and she could taste the familiar coppery taste of blood in her mouth. Only Edmund and Eustace heard her soft moan of 'Aslan' before the light faded from her eyes and the darkness surrounded her.

Location: Aslan's Country
Time: 2307 NY

Lucy slowly opened her eyes as she sat up, blinking rapidly as she adjusted to the bright sunlight. She looked around and found she had been lying in the middle of a grassy meadow near a stream. She didn't want to believe she was in Narnia, or Aslan's Country, until she saw the Great Lion himself moving towards her. The auburn haired eleven year old stumbled to her feet and somehow managed to tackle the Great Lion with a yell of 'Aslan!' as she buried her face in his mane and listened to his deep baritone chuckle.

After a few moments of hugging the Lion, Lucy remembered the circumstances that led to her being here. 'What happened to me Aslan?' the girl asked curiously, and yet the Lion could tell that she was dreading the answer.

'Dear one, there is no easy way to say this, but you were killed in Cambridge when you were run over by a fruit van.' Aslan informed the girl who immediately began crying, but this abated slightly when Aslan spoke again. 'However, the fates did not intend for you to die today, nor did my father. I can send you back to England, but fate demands you in a different place and time. I will provide you with all you need, and there will be someone to help you when you arrive.' Before Lucy could ask what the Great Lion meant, she felt the pull of magic around her and just caught Aslan's voice before he faded out of sight. 'Good luck, dear one. I shall see you soon enough...'

Location: King's Cross railway station, Camden & Islington, London, England, Earth
Time: September 1991 CE

Lucy soon found herself sitting on a trunk outside the building containing Platforms Nine and Ten at King's Cross, and though she instinctively knew that the trunk would contain everything she would need, even though she had no idea where she was going. She had been surprised to hear a soft meow and looked down to see a carry cage with a small ginger kitten inside along with a note that read 'I need a name.' Even as she read the note, a ginger kitten belonging to Lucy was always going to be named Aslan, and she quickly noticed that the name tag on the carry cage now sported the word Aslan on it.

'Lu?' A call from a voice she easily recognised had her quickly running into the arms of the raven-haired bespectacled boy whom she had known for years and become best friends with. Lucy stepped back and looked up, expecting to see the Doctor there, but instead she was greeted by an old woman her looked to be in her 60s and a young woman with blonde hair and a radiant smile. The introduction Harry gave to Lucy of these two women nearly caused her to faint. 'Lu, this is my Grandmum, Queen Elizabeth the Second, and my aunt Diana, Princess of Wales, although she much prefers Auntie Di. Auntie, Grandmum, this is Lucy Pevensie.'

While Lucy didn't know the Royal Family of the 1990s, she knew the Royal Family of the 1940s, and she recognised the Queen as the woman she had known in the papers as Princess Elizabeth. What surprised her most was that the Queen knew she was from 50 years ago, and that she had been a Queen in Narnia, stating that she herself had even been there in the Golden Age!

The Queen looked suddenly at the large railway clock hanging from the wall, relieved to see there was still an hour until the train departed, but still she ushered the two towards the wall of the building. 'I know there is still an hour until the train is due to depart, but we should get you on the train now as it would not do to have large numbers of students seeing us here. Come along James, Lucy.' The Queen directed the two eleven year olds to run through the wall in front of them and they appeared on a platform that appeared straight out of the 1930s, complete with a scarlet steam locomotive.

Shortly afterward, the Queen and Princess of Wales had hugged both children (much to Lucy's surprise) and left the platform. Harry and Lucy found a compartment near the back of the train and the pair settled down and Harry asked Lucy the tough question, 'How did you get here?'

Harry watched despairingly as Lucy broke down crying and buried her head into his shoulder, hoping to draw some comfort from her best friend, and Harry instinctively wrapped his arm around her in a one armed hug. Finally, after several minutes, Lucy began her tale. She told him much of what happened since they had last met before telling him of the fateful moment that she had stepped in front of a fruit van, and the subsequent trip to Aslan's Country.

There was less than 10 minutes before the train was due to leave King's Cross when Lucy finally blew her nose and wiped her eyes and resumed her bubbly self, getting Harry to explain the various things in her trunk as she rifled through it, before she released her ginger kitten from its carry cage, introducing "Aslan" to Harry, who smiled at the name and petted the soft kitten which curled up on Lucy's lap, purring contentedly.

Location: Hogwarts Express, near Alexandra Palace railway station, Haringey, London, England, Earth
En route to: Hogsmeade Village (Hogwarts) Station
Time: September 1991 CE

Soon after the Express left King's Cross, and as it was thundering along the East Coast Main Line passing through Alexandra Palace station, two young girls, one sleek black haired and the other a bushy haired brunette entered the compartment. The black haired girl introduced herself as Daphne Greengrass, pureblood, while the brunette introduced herself as Hermione Granger, muggleborn. Daphne, thankfully did not seem to share the prejudices that Harry's Grandmum had told him to expect from purebloods, nor did Tracey, Neville and Susan, purebloods who had been friends of Daphne's since childhood.

As the train continued thundering northwards, the group were soon joined by Hannah, the blonde haired halfblood friend of Susan. The purebloods in the new friendship group became guarded when a sleek, blonde haired boy named Draco Malfoy entered the compartment and asked to sit down.

'I know your family Malfoy!' Daphne hissed. 'Do you really want to sit in a compartment with two muggleborns and a halfblood?'

'Considering who is actually in this compartment, Greengrass, I think my family would welcome me sitting here.' Malfoy said as he took a seat. 'Don't get me wrong, I think there are some families who are better than others, but you just have to read the updated edition of Nature's Nobility to know that Hannah Abbott here (he pointed at Hannah who nodded slightly) is heiress apparent to the Abbott earldom. Susan Bones is heiress apparent to the Bones marquessate and Le Fay dukedom, Neville is the last eligible scion of the Longbottom marquessate and Hufflepuff dukedom. Tracey, you are heiress to the Davis viscountcy. Greengrass – you and I both know that you are heiress apparent to the Greengrass marquessate and Slytherin dukedom. Potter there is already the holder of four house headships and 11th in line for the throne to boot. What none of you probably know is, Miss Granger I believe? (Hermione nodded, looking imperiously at the boy) Miss Granger is from a line of squibs and is the heiress and last confirmed scion of the Ravenclaw dukedom.'

By the time Malfoy had finished his monologue about why he had no problem sitting in the compartment, he offered his hand to each in turn, and after Harry shook his hand, all of the others did so in turn and a very strange friendship group started.

As the train passed through through Muswell Hill, Lucy sighed, knowing that she was only a few miles from Finchley, where she had grown up. Hannah, being a halfblood, knew a bit about the muggle world, and so was the first to ask Lucy a question. 'So, Lucy, with that name, your parents must be Chronicles of Narnia fans?'

Lucy stiffened slightly when asked this question but when Harry whispered in her ear that she should tell the truth, she looked at him, and then with a sigh she said. 'No, they aren't. I am that Lucy Pevensie.'

'Surely you can't be though?' Hermione asked circumspectly.

'She is!' Harry rebuked. 'You don't have to believe us if you don't want to. But I'm a time traveller. My guardian and I traveled to 1937 and I went to primary school with a young, cute (Lucy blushed at this), auburn-haired girl by the name of Lucy Pevensie, later going to Hendon House, a boys school in Hendon opposite St Finbar's Girls School, where the young Lucy attended. After my guardian was unable to look after me one summer, I stayed with her, Edmund and their cousin Eustace in Cambridge and we traveled, inadvertently to Narnia, sailing on the Dawn Treader.'

'I believe you.' Susan was the first one to say so, and shortly afterwards, all occupants of the compartment, Hermione begrudgingly, believed the story, especially when Harry offered to say so under Veritaserum.

Thinking about Draco's earlier statements, Harry also produced six Wizenagamot claim forms, saying that they could claim their seats if they wished, and that Hermione definitely should.

Location: Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: September 1991 CE

Albus Dumbledore, defeater of Gellert Grindelwald, Chief Warlock of the Wizenagamot, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards and Headmaster of Hogwarts, sat in his office at the top of the Headmaster's tower still trying to organise History and Muggle Studies teachers. He had been forced to sack Quirinius Quirrell from the Muggle Studies post when the subject was revamped and extended to a sore subject from first through fifth year, and he had been able to hire Archibald Griffin as Defense teacher, but noone for the other two posts.

Looking through the list of candidates, the Headmaster sighed, none of them were what he was looking for as a new professor.

He was distracted from his notes by a grinding, groaning sound and by the large police public call box that materialised down the stairs slightly in his outer office, and by the strange tweed clad man that exited the box accompanied by a redhead woman in a short skirt and a somewhat nerdy, yet strong looking man.

'Ah, Doctor! It is good to see you again.' Albus said with a smile, standing from his desk and walking around it to clasp the hand of the 1400 year old Time Lord.

'And you as well, Albus.' The Doctor replied, returning the handshake before gesturing to his companions. 'This is Amy Pond, and her husband Rory Williams, or as I prefer to call him Rory the Roman. We're here to take the teaching positions you have available.'

'Ah! Excellent. Doctor, you can take History? And Miss Pond and Mister Williams, I assume will be well qualified to teach Muggle Studies?' Albus asked.

'Yes, yes, I'll have to make sure the three of us don't include knowledge past 1991, but we can definitely take the jobs.' The Doctor replied.

'Excellent. You will have to use the set books for now until we can get new materials delivered, but I'll make sure to have your offices and apartments set up tonight. All three of you will be required in the Great Hall for dinner tonight.' Dumbledore explained as he welcomed the three new members of the Hogwarts faculty.

Author's Note: They're on the way to Hogwarts now. Please read and review and stay tuned for the next installment.