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 Ten: New Professor, Old Friend
'And the Professor, who was a very remarkable man, didn't tell them not to be silly or not to tell lies, but believed the whole story.' C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, HarperCollins
Location: Buckingham Palace, Westminster, London, England, Earth
Time: July 1992 CE
'Lucy?' a voice asked.
Lucy looked up from her holiday homework from where she was sitting next to Harry and noticed that the Queen was standing there. 'I have a visitor coming today, a magical lord who has come for a meeting with myself, and I thought you might like to meet him.' The Queen said mysteriously. 'You can come too Harry.' She added before leading the two away to her private study.
As they entered the Queen's study, Harry and Lucy rolled their eyes at the herald who announced their presence to an empty room, 'Announcing Her Majesty The Queen, and Miss Lucy Pevensie-Potter, escorted by His Royal Highness The Duke of Gryffindor, Marquess Potter and Peverell, Earl of Monmouth, Baron Evans.' The royals and Lucy took a seat and chatted amiably until the herald announced a newcomer and the three stood to greet him. 'Announcing The Right Honourable The Earl Kirke of Oxfordshire.'
Hearing the name of the newcomer Lucy looked at him closely. Professor Kirke, who had taken the Pevensies in in World War II had not been a young man, but here, some 50 years later, was the Professor, looking just as he had then. 'Professor? Professor Kirke?' Lucy asked unsure.
The Earl Kirke looked at Lucy strangely, he had thought she looked like the Lucy Pevensie she new from long ago, but also was sure it could not be her, for she had died in 1943. But when she innocently asked if he was Professor Kirke, he had to know. 'Lucy Pevensie? Little Lucy Pevensie?'
'Yes, it's me, Professor.' Lucy said, tearing up slightly as she hugged the aged professor, and for just a moment, it was 1940 and Lucy had just had an argument with her siblings about the existence of Narnia.
'They told me you died, Lucy! I went to your funeral!' Digory Kirke said, also tearing up.
Lucy had only one word she could say in reply to the professor, a word that made him nod in complete understanding, for only one person could manage something of that magnitude, 'Aslan.'
'Ah! Of course. And this must be the famous boyfriend of yours? Harry Potter-Windsor, I believe? Or should that be the Duke of Gryffindor, Your Highness?' Digory said with an almost knowing smile.
'For a friend of Lucy? Harry is just fine.' Harry replied to Digory even as Lucy huffed, stomping her foot, 'Harry is NOT my boyfriend...' The mumbled 'yet' did not go by unnoticed by anyone in the room.
After an hour of catching up, Digory decided it was probably time to undertake the business he had come for and politely addressed Harry and Lucy. 'Harry, Lucy, might I now have some privacy for my meeting with Her Majesty?'
'Of course, Professor.' Both children said, 'Might we go to Diagon Alley, Grandmum?' Harry asked.
"Of course, James dear, get Gerard to take you.' The Queen replied, referring to one of the many Palace staff.
Location: Kirke Manor, near Combe, Oxfordshire, England, Earth
Time: July 1992 CE
'Come in, Professor Dumbledore, come in!' The elderly witch Mrs Macready said as she welcomed the Hogwarts Headmaster in from the rain. 'Sorry to keep you waiting in the rain. Professor Kirke is in his study. You know the way.'
'Yes, of course, thank you my dear lady.' Dumbledore said politely, climbing the first two short flights of stairs and entered the study after knocking.
He was beckoned in by his old colleague and friend. 'Come in, Albus, dear fellow, come in. What can I do for you today?'
'I need you to come back and teach old friend.' Dumbledore explained his issue to Digory. 'I need you to come back and teach your specialist subject.'
'Deep Magics?' Digory looked confused, 'Do you really think that anyone at Hogwarts is accomplished enough to handle Deep Magics, the very magic which holds the fabrics of this world and all others together?'
'I can think of a few...Aslan's chosen ones and their friends. A group of nine second years with the latent power of some of our oldest families.' Dumbledore replied.
'You would have me teach the power of the Deep Magic to nine second years?' Digory looked at Dumbledore wide eyed. 'Do you realise what can happen if someone lacking the power and control tries to harness the Deep Magic?'
'Yes I do, and yes I would. Two of your students would be Harry Potter-Windsor and Lucy Pevensie-Potter, I believe you know them?' Dumbledore asked, eyes twinkling. 'I think we both agree that those two have more than enough understanding of Deep Magic, none more so than Lucy.'
'Yes I suppose you are right there. But what of the other seven?' Digory asked, quirking an eyebrow at the Hogwarts Headmaster.
'I think they will manage quite nicely. Three are the heirs of the Founders, one is the heir of Morgan Le Fay, the great librarian of Camelot, and the other three should be well capable, they are very magically powerful.' Dumbledore reassured his friend.
'Very well!' Digory finally caved. 'But I'll need a private classroom. You can't be too careful.'
'Of course! Lucy and her friends have access to the Founder's Tower, together with them I'm sure you'll find a room in the tower somewhere.' Dumbledore made sure his friend had no chance to argue.
Location: Yaxley Manor, near Ashford, Kent, England, Earth
Time: July 1992 CE
Ernest Yaxley, one of Lord Voldemort's staunchest supporters, and one who had escaped prosecution by pleading the Imperius curse, was sitting in his drawing room, sipping a fine cognac, thinking about one particular...artifact of the Dark Lord's, a diary which he had kept stored in his Gringotts vault for near to fifty years.
'Floppy!' Yaxley yelled, making a mental note to never let his children name his house elf ever again.
'Yesses Master?' The house elf asked after popping in dressed in a dirty pillowcase.
'Go to Gringotts and withdraw an old diary from my vault, you know the one.' Yaxley ordered.
'Floppy wills be doing so Master.' The elf replied, cowering at the thought of the dark tainted object.
'Well! Begone with you, filthy beast!' Yaxley raged, backhanding Floppy before the elf popped out again.
End of Part One
Cast Notes:
Starring...
David Tennant as the Tenth Doctor
Matt Smith as the Eleventh Doctor
Freema Agyeman as Martha Jones
Catherine Tate as Donna Noble
Karen Gillan as Amy Pond
Arthur Darvill as Rory Williams
With
Daniel Radcliffe as Harry, Duke of Gryffindor
And
Georgie Henley as Lucy Pevensie
Hogwarts Students...
Emma Watson as Hermione Granger
Freya Wilson as Daphne Greengrass
Matthew Lewis as Neville Longbottom
Ellie Darcey-Alden as Susan Bones
Ramona Marquez as Hannah Abbott
Tom Felton as Draco Malfoy
Izzy Meikle-Small as Tracey Davis
Chris Rankin as Percy Weasley
Narnians...
William Moseley as Peter Pevensie
Anna Popplewell as Susan Pevensie
Skandar Keynes as Edmund Pevensie
Will Poulter as Eustace Scrubb
Jim Broadbent as Digory Kirke
Ben Barnes as King Caspian X
Gary Sweet as Captain Drinian
Simon Pegg as Reepicheep (voice)
Liam Neeson as Aslan (voice)
Others...
The Royal Family as Themselves
John Simm as the Sixteenth Master/Archibald Griffin
Michael Gambon as Albus Dumbledore
Maggie Smith as Minerva McGonagall
Peter Mullan as Ernest Yaxley
Coming Soon - Part Two: Camera Sub Rosa
Author's Note: So that's the first year up and posted, will probably go back over these chapters now and fix them up if need be.