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 Fourteen: Lions, Witches and the Wardrobe
'Why don't they teach logic at these schools?' Digory Kirke, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, HarperCollins
Location: Kukës, Kukës County, Albania, Earth
Time: November 1992 CE
The rat ran through the city of Kukës in Albania under the cover of darkness, stopping occasionally to rear up on its hind legs to sniff the air cautiously. In the dim light, it could just be noticed that the rat seemed to be missing a claw on its forepaw. This seemingly inconsequential feature for a rat may be enough to give away this particular rat's dark secret.
Location: A Back Alley, Cardiff, Wales, Earth
Time: November 1981 CE
Master Auror Alastor Moody and his partner Senior Auror Sirius Orion Black, Marquess Black were on the hunt for Peter Pettigrew, the man wanted for being an accessory to the murder of James and Lily Potter, at the hands of Lord Voldemort earlier that week. The pair found Pettigrew in a back alley in Cardiff, and despite Peter's lack of magical talent, he was able to hold his own long enough to plan his attack. As Moody sent a reductor curse towards him, Pettigrew cut off his own finger, transforming into his animagus rat form and slinked away into the shadows.
Location: Kukës, Kukës County, Albania, Earth
Time: November 1992 CE
The rat had been travelling throughout Europe for the last eleven years, searching for his master in every dump and black hole and black forest he could find, and now, he was heading towards Thethi, a place legend has it, which has held a vengeful demon. That had to be where his master was.
Location: Thethi National Park, Albania, Earth
Time: November 1992 CE
The rat-like man that was Peter Pettigrew cowered before the spectre that was his lord and master, Voldemort. Pettigrew had brought with him a stunned muggle, ready for his lord to possess long enough to get them both back to England. After Voldemort finished berating Pettigrew for taking so long, he possessed the filthy muggle, and using almost all of the body's strength he apparated to Little Hangleton in England and had just enough time to leave the body before it expired, but it was enough, he was back in England, and now he could prepare, prepare to take the world by storm, prepare to 'EXACT MY REVENGE ON HARRY POTTER!' he finished aloud, causing Pettigrew to jump in shock.
Location: Founder's Tower, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: November 1992 CE
Harry and Lucy were in the common room of the Founder's Tower comparing notes on a Potion's essay and discussing when Professor Kirke would be starting their lessons properly, having been mostly getting them to speak about life experiences, when Professor McGonagall entered, leading a badly scarred man in a slightly shabby Royal Air Force uniform, his insignia showing he was a Squadron Leader.
'Harry, your grandmother has, given your apparent fame in the wizarding world, appointed you a Private Secretary and he will be given lodgings here at the school. May I present Squadron Leader The Most Honourable The Marquess Desgrange and Baron Lupin, Royal Air Force.'
At this, the air force officer also snapped into a salute, and once Harry nodded to him, he spoke, 'If I may, your Highness, I was a good friend of your father, and was a prefect with your mother in our fifth year. It is an honour to meet your Highness, and if I'm not much mistaken, this young lady would be your wife, the Duchess?'
'Lucy, Duchess of Gryffindor. A pleasure to meet you Squadron Leader.' Lucy stepped forward now, remembering her time as Queen in Narnia as she nodded to the air force officer.
Harry, Lucy and Lupin, or Remus, as he had asked that they call him, was regaling the pair with stories of Harry's father's exploits at school, and the young Duke and Duchess were laughing hysterically, 'You...mean...he really...turned Dumbledore's beard pink...and gave...Snape floor length...red ringlets?' Harry managed to choke out before giving in to more laughter.
After the three managed to control their laughter, Harry moved the conversation onto other things. 'So Remus, what do you do in the air force?'
'Well before being TAD to your household, I was a pilot in the No. 32 Squadron. I flew alot of VIPs around Britain and the world, including your grandmother Harry...that is to say...the Queen' Remus explained.
'You mean, you're that Lupin. She mentioned you were a werewolf, but that you actively work to protect others before you transform. It is truly a pleasure.' Harry said warmly to the man that had been his father's friend.
Location: Wizenagamot Chamber, Ministry of Magic Headquarters, under Whitehall, Westminster, London, England, Earth
Time: November 1992 CE
'Oyez! Oyez! Let us call the Lords Wizenagamot of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland in Parliament assembled forth here today.' Gentleman Usher of the Gold Rod Jonathon Carmichael said as the Lords stood there in their ceremonial plum coloured robes to enter the chamber, 'State your party stance and prepare for ministerial elections.'
'The Viscount Dawlish. Conservative.' was the first to enter the chamber to find no seats on the long oval shaped benches, save for one end where the seats of the officials were found. But as soon as Dawlish entered the room properly, a red plume of smoke deposited a chair on the back bench to the right of the Speaker as they would sit.
Two others followed him before 'The Viscount Scamander' became the first 'Liberal.' A blue plume of smoke depositing a chair on the back bench to the left of the Speaker.
There was a fairly even spread of members choosing either ideology, until the Head of the House Davis entered the chamber, throwing a curveball. 'The Viscountess Davis. I sit on the crossbench.' she said, calmly sitting down when a pure white plume of smoke deposited a chair at the far end of the chamber from the Speaker.
The various members of the Wizenagamot chose a side of the metaphorical fence, until when all was said and done the Liberal side of the room had a majority of 35 to 21 with 3 on the crossbench, as the chamber shortened to accomodate everyone within hearing distance of the Speaker.
'Honourable Lords and Ladies of the Wizenagamot. Presenting Her Majesty Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God, of the Magical Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and of Her other Realms and Territories, Queen, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith.' the Usher announced as everyone in the Chamber stood and bowed to the Sovereign.
'You may be seated.' The Queen instructed as she took her seat on the top tier at the same end as the Speaker.
The Usher spoke again, 'Acting as Speaker, announcing The Honourable Madam Amelia Bones, Chief Justice of the Wizenagamot.'
Madam Bones took the Speaker's chair, at least until the official part of the meeting was over and new officials had been selected, and spoke, 'I now call to order the 1992 Wizenagamot Election Meeting. I note that the Liberals hold a majority of 35 to 21 with three on the cross bench and one seat vacant. I therefore call upon nominations from the Liberals for Minister for Magic.'
After several moments of discussion, only one name was put forward. Arthur Weasley stood up and addressed Madam Bones. 'Madam Speaker, I nominate the Earl Diggory.'
'I second the motion.' Remus said, upon standing.
After Madam Bones called for a vote, passed unanimously, Amos Diggory stood in the centre of the room and addressed the Queen. 'Your Majesty, with a majority of 35 to 21, I ask you permission to form government within the House of Lords Wizenagamot.' He stood, praying silently even as he knew it was a mere formality.
'So granted, Earl Diggory, may you govern well and uphold our laws.' The Queen answered after several tense moments. 'I charge you to govern our magical realm from this election until the next.'
After Amos took his seat as Minister for Magic, several more elections resulted in Arthur Weasley becoming the first Senior Undersecretary in 350 years to also be a member of the Wizenagamot itself, Tiberius, Marquess Ogden, remained as Speaker, with Gawain, Viscount Robards as his deputy. Rufus, Viscount Scrimgeour became the new Chancellor, and Albus Dumbledore retained his place as Chief Warlock, having held the post since 1944.
After a tense meeting, the second election in as many years was finished, and with any luck this government would last the full term (for once).
Location: Hogwarts Lake, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: November 1992 CE
Down by Harry's favourite weeping willow on the banks of the Hogwarts Lake, universally recognised as "Harry's Tree" by the first years of Hogwarts, and many of the upperclassmen too, Lucy leaned back against the trunk of the wizened tree talking to Gryffindor first years Ginny Weasley and Zara Phillips (Harry's cousin), waiting for the Wizenagamot Lords and Ladies, and budding parliamentarians, to return from their election meeting in London
'So what was being a Queen like?' Zara asked Lucy after being told about Narnia's reality, and Lucy's oligarchy there.
'Is.' Lucy corrected. 'Once a king or queen of Narnia, ALWAYS a king or queen.' Lucy recited placing extra emphasis on the word always. 'But being a Narnian Queen in Narnia is such a special experience. Narnia is so much more medieval than England, so the governments are very different. I think that diplomacy is probably the most different, yes, that and marriage.' Lucy added thoughtfully.
'Marriage?' Ginny piped up, quizzical look on her face.
'Yes, marriage. In Narnia, a man would go to a girl's father, or in mine and Susan's case, elder brother, and ask if they could court the girl, and after a certain amount of time, they would become betrothed before they would marry. I remember the only time that I was ever courted...'
Flashback
Location: Castle Cair Paravel, Cair Paravel Peninsula, Kingdom of Narnia, Narnia
Time: 1013 NY
Queen Lucy the Valiant of Narnia sat at the Head Table of the expansive Great Hall in Cair Paravel, the seat of state for the Kingdom of Narnia and the larger Narnian Empire, patiently sipping her traditional morning coffee and reading through several of the edicts waiting to be signed off by one or all of the monarchs. The youngest Queen, now 21, known as the Queen of the Silver Crown, looked up at the clip-clop sound of the cloven hooves of her best and dearest friend and adviser, the Faun Tumnus, on the flagstone floor of the Hall.
'Yes, Mister Tumnus?' Lucy asked as the faun sat down beside her. 'What can I do for you today?'
'Your Majesty. Peter bade me inform you that the Lord Dillon of Archenland has come before him today to ask permission to court your good and royal self.' Tumnus answered in his usual formal way.
'Permission to court me?' Lucy asked inquisitively, standing to go meet this Lord Dillon.
'Enter!' Peter's voice commanded regally after Lucy knocked on the door to his study.
Lucy entered the warm room and walked into a meeting between her two brothers Edmund the Just and Peter the Magnificent, and a third man, no doubt the Lord Dillon. 'Sister, this is His Grace the Lord Dillon of Archenland.' Peter introduced gesturing to the newcomer.
Dillon stood and moved over to Lucy kneeling in front of her, kissing her hand, causing her to blush as he muttered, 'An honour, Your Majesty, never have I met someone so beautiful.'
Location: Hogwarts Lake, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: November 1992 CE
'So you were married? What about James?' Zara asked.
'No, I wasn't married. Dillon seemed quite the gentleman, and Peter allowed him to court me, but after it was revealed that he was a traitor to Aslan during Rabadash's Folly and the Battle of Anvard, I never allowed him near me again and King Lune of Archenland had him gaoled for life.' Lucy explained indignantly. 'Harry is the only boy I've ever loved.' Lucy thought to herself, blushing inwardly as she realised her own thoughts.
Suddenly, Lucy heard a faint voice, almost as if it was coming from a long way off. 'Ugh! That meeting was such a bore. I bet Lucy is done by our tree, so I'll head down that way now.'
'Harry?' Lucy asked out loud looking around frantically.
Both Ginny and Zara looked confusedly at the older girl. 'Harry's not here, Lucy.' Ginny said.
'But I...heard him talking...' Lucy trailed off pondering. She decided to try something, 'Harry, yes I am down at our tree, with Ginny and Zara. Bring everyone down.' She thought this, wondering if they really were able to talk in their minds.
Location: Hogwarts Road, Hogsmeade, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: November 1992 CE
'What do you mean by "Lucy asked you to take us down to the lake"? You haven't see Lucy since this morning.' Hermione asked Harry.
'I just heard her ask, in my head, and don't go saying it was someone else, because it was her, I could feel it with my very soul.' Harry said, eyes blazing somewhat.
Location: Hogwarts Lake, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: November 1992 CE
A short time later, Harry led Draco, Susan, Hermione, Daphne, Neville and Hannah into the privacy of the weeping willow, trying to sneak up behind Lucy, only to have her say 'Hello Harry.' before he even got within a metre.
'How does she do that?' Harry thought to himself, only to be shocked even more when Lucy replied out loud.
'Because...Harry dear.' she said this with a overtly flirty grin, 'I have already realised that you and I are able to converse within our own minds.' 'Like this.' she finished mentally as Harry's eyes widened in realisation, shortly before those of Susan, Hermione, Daphne and Hannah, while Ginny and Zara just smirked, Lucy having already told them of her suspicions. 'Plus, I've always been able to sense you, well mostly...we're kindred spirits and soul mates, remember?' Lucy added as Ginny and Zara sighed wistfully at this.
Location: History Professor's Office, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: November 1992 CE
'You know, Harry, we haven't given our TARDISes a decent run about for a while. What about a TARDIS race?' The Doctor said with a glint in his eye as he, Harry, Lucy, River, Amy and Rory sat around the small coffee table in the Doctor's office, enjoying afternoon tea.
Before the Doctor had finished his sentence Harry had pulled out his TARDIS key, and his TARDIS materialised in front of them, the outside currently looking like the Wardrobe portal into Narnia. 'Come on Harry, that stands out worse than a police box.' The Doctor said.
'True, but one, my TARDIS' chameleon circuit still works, two it doesn't look out of place in a dormitory, and three, Lucy here is a mite sentimental.' Harry said in a fake lecture tone, recieving a light swat from Lucy. 'Anyway, me, Lucy and River against you, Amy and Rory. First one to New Earth, 5 billion 100 CE wins.'
'Deal.' The Doctor said eagerly. 'Ready, set, go!' The two yelled together, before pulling their teammates towards their TARDISes and setting them on course to their destination.
Location: Harry's TARDIS
Time: Unspecified
'I'm impressed Harry, especially the photo of you and your soul-mate.' River said, putting particular emphasis on the words "soul mate" as the control room of Harry's TARDIS shook wildly as Harry continued piling on as much speed as he dared. 'Ok here we are ladies, hold on!' Harry yelled as the TARDIS came to a jolting stop, throwing them all to the ground. Harry jumped up and ran outside, only to bump heads with the Doctor as they both left their TARDISes at the exact same moment, running headlong in to each other.