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.

Chapter Six: Power...

'Good...If you had felt yourself sufficient, it would have been a proof that you were not.' Aslan, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, by C.S. Lewis, Harper Collins

Location: Transfiguration Classroom, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: September 1991 CE

Harry and his new group of friends, minus Lucy (Harry hated this fact) looked at each other confusedly as Professor McGonagall ushered them into her office on the second of September, which was their one day off to adjust to Hogwarts for the year. 'As young Draco here has no doubt told you...' the Professor started, addressing the eight first years, 'you eight all hold claims to the some of the highest seats of power in magical Britain, and with you, Harry, being a royal, you hold even more power than you could begin to know.'

McGonagall reached back onto her desk and produced six pieces of parchment. 'These five documents here,' she said, holding up all but one, 'are sworn statements from the heads of the Houses of Slytherin, Greengrass, Davis, Hufflepuff, Longbottom, Le Fay, Bones and Abbott passing all titles and dignities on to their heirs apparent.' She then held up the last piece of parchment, 'This document is a warrant for the arrest of one Lucius, Earl Malfoy, for fraud and assault of a muggleborn. Based on these documents, the seven of you will be eligible, and required to claim your Wizenagamot seats at the meeting which is being held on Saturday, while Draco you may take a seat as temporary Head of House. Myself being a Countess and member of the Wizenagamot, Professor Dumbledore and I will be teaching you what we can on the ettiquette of the Wizenagamot, and I will be accompanying you to Hogsmeade later today to be fitted for your Wizenagamot robes and coronets for formal occasions. On Saturday, I will accompany you all to London where you will claim your headship and emancipation at the DMLE before we will descend to the Wizenagamot Chamber where you will be able to claim your seat and then participate in the election of the next Minister for Magic, and heaven forbid that buffoon Fudge be elected.'

For the next twenty minutes, Professor McGonagall went over many of the basics of Wizenagamot ettiquette, everything from the precedence of Houses to how one should address the various officers of the austere body. She answered several questions from each student before dismissing them to explore the castle.

Location: Wizenagamot Chamber, Ministry of Magic Headquarters, under Whitehall, Westminster, London, England, Earth
Time: September 1991 CE

Harry and his friends, including Lucy at his insistence, found themselves at the Ministry on that Saturday morning, and Lucy was directed to the viewing gallery of the Wizenagamot Chamber while the others joined the members of the austere body in the anteroom. After the sitting members of the Wizenagamot had already entered, the usher called the young claimants into the room one at a time. As each one went into the room in full magenta robes topped off with the coronet matching their highest rank, they formally announced their claim and waited for the magic of the room to recognise their claim, before stating their political stance be it Liberal, Conservative or Crossbench.

Being a royal duke, Harry was the last to enter the room, and after his claim was recognised, he waited patiently for the majority to be calculated so the Wizenagamot could vote on the next Minister for Magic.

Amos Diggory stood before the Wizenagamot fifteen minutes later having been elected as the next Minister for Magic. 'Honourable Speaker, I open the floor now for any orders of business.'

Harry stood from the chair that he had been directed to in the front row on the right side of the Chief Warlock's chair. 'The Honourable House of Potter wishes to make a statement.'

'So be it.' Speaker Tiberius Ogden replied.

'We have today in the visitors gallery a young lady by the name of Lucy Pevensie. I henceforth take said lady under the protection of the House of Potter. So I speak, so mote it be!' Harry said formally.

'Would the young Miss Pevensie step forward?' Speaker Ogden asked, and Lucy rose from the viewing gallery and moved into the centre of the chamber. 'Miss Pevensie, do you accept the protection of House Potter?'

'I do.' Lucy affirmed.

'Very well, you shall henceforth be known by the name of Lucy Pevensie-Potter and shall be entitled to bear the Potter coat of arms and name until such a time as you marry. Under the by-laws of the Houses of Gryffindor and Potter, you shall be heiress presumptive to His Royal Highness' titles. However, you two shall not be limited by the 1713 Marriage Act and should you wish, will be allowed to wed. So I speak, so mote it be!' Speaker Ogden explained as magical energy swirled around Harry and Lucy and a bright white light blazed through the hall.

Location: Potions Dungeon, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: September 1991 CE

Potions with the Slytherins was the first class that the Gryffindors faced, and much to the disappointment of Ron and the other Gryffindors, once they discovered that potions would be brewed in groups of four, Harry and his best friend Lucy formed a group with Daphne and Draco, which Ron Weasley especially percieved as a slight against himself. Before the hotheaded redhead could make his displeasure known, however, the batlike Potions Professor Severus Snape barged into the classroom, the door banging against the wall before it slammed shut, Snape's robe billowing behind him as he walked to the front of the room and began his traditional introduction to the "exact art of potion making" as he put it.

Right from the start, several Gryffindors were confrontational towards both the Slytherins and the Professor, and Snape replied in kind. Draco, Daphne, Lucy and Harry on the other hand, followed Snape's instructions carefully, and if needed, courteously asked for help, and much to the surprise of the class, Snape helped and by the end of class, their potion to cure boils was by far and away the best.

Location: History Classroom, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: September 1991 CE

The Doctor leaned against the TARDIS as it stood behind his desk, watching as the first year class he was most interested in; the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, the class featuring his favourite couple (despite their age and protests) Harry and Lucy. The class finally settled and the Doctor moved forward to sit and the front of his desk and start an informal but informative lecture. 'Okay first years, what can you tell me about Merlin?'

'He's the greatest wizard in history!' Ernie Macmillan piped up.

'Very good! Five points to Hufflepuff!' The Doctor said, waiting for any more hands, seeing the knowing look on Harry's face which showed he didn't want to mention that he had met Merlin just two weeks before. 'Myrddin Emrys, better known as Merlin Ambrosius, was born in around 934 CE during medieval times, and underwent his Hogwarts education as normal, being sorted into Slytherin House, becoming known as a protégé of Salazar Slytherin himself...'

Location: Forested Area, Unknown Location, Albania, Earth
Time: September 1991 CE

Deep within a thick wood, somewhere in Northern Albania, there was a thicket that the local woodsmen dare not go. Local legend held that around eleven years ago, that particular thicket became host to a dreadful and dangerous demon, a demon said to capture unwitting travellers and devour them.

Littered across the forest floor were the decaying bodies and dry skeletons of ten years worth of victims. This demon however had not devoured these people, but had attempted to possess them, although most had not enough latent magic to sustain his possession, causing them to die rapidly. The latest addition to the pile of bodies was one Quirinius Quirrell, a man who was absolutely crucial to the demon's plan to return to his home, to England. This demon, who went by the pseudonym Lord Voldemort, and whose real name was Tom Marvolo Riddle, had concocted a plan to resurrect himself using the child of prophecy, and an ancient dark ritual. This however, hinged on his ability to return to his country of birth. And now, what he perceived to be his last chance lay dead on the ground. For him, it looked like his plans for absolute power would have to wait a while longer.

Location: Room of Requirement, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: November 1991 CE

On the seventh floor of Hogwarts there is a room which can become anything you wish it to be, and it is in this room where Lucy and Harry found themselves two and a half months into their first year at Hogwarts. Lucy had been missing Narnia and her brothers and sister and as she passed the Room's hidden location, a door appeared. She was disappointed that it was not a door to Narnia, but once she led Harry inside, they found that their clothes had become Narnian looking, Lucy's dress befitting the graceful queen she was, and Harry's robes befitting a Knight of Narnia.

Seemingly out of nowhere, music filled the room, a tune Lucy recognised from the Golden Age of Narnia, and Harry offered his hand to Lucy and they began to dance. Lucy smiled genuinely as her best friend twirled her around a room that had taken on the appearance of the ballroom at Castle Cair Paravel. Lucy smiled inwardly as she danced with her best friend. Ever since they had met, Lucy had felt like Harry and herself were kindred spirits, and now she thought about it, she was sure they were. They both had large secrets to keep: Lucy about the whole world of Narnia; and Harry about being a Time Lord. They both held knowledge beyond their years. Lucy from living an extra 16 years while in Narnia, Harry thanks to his Time Lord consciousness.

As they continued to dance with a grace belying their age, Lucy realised that they had to be, Aslan doesn't just bring anyone to Narnia and Aslan's Country and he wouldn't place Lucy where she would be found by just someone, it would have to be someone special, and even though it made her blush thinking that, and she knew they were too young just yet, Harry definitely was special.

There were no such complicated thoughts from Harry, his thoughts mostly about how beautiful Lucy looked in the delicately made dress, its silver silk and red cloak being off set by Lucy's auburn hair. Harry wasn't thick, even his large Time Lord consciousness didn't stop him from realising that Lucy was a beautiful girl and was growing into a beautiful woman, and he knew that Aslan had sent Lucy to his time for something, and the fact of the soul bond of course, but really, who can think about things like that in the arms of a beautiful girl?

Author's Note: So, they're Wizenagamot Lords and Ladies now. Please read and review and stay tuned for the next installment.