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 Twenty Seven: Finding Aslan

'But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.' Aslan, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, HarperCollins

Location: Royal Family Private Jet, somewhere over France, Earth
Time: January 1994 CE

Harry looked out the window of the private jet being flown by RAF pilot Flight Lieutenant Jessica Mollvaney and his own private secretary, Squadron Leader Remus Lupin, as it soared high over France, on route to Spain, where Harry was helping to broker an Auror Exchange Program between Britain and Spain. Harry didn't quite understand why his grandmother had sent he and Lucy to broker the deal, after all, they were still mere children. But after he tried to worm out of it, and a somewhat harsh lecture about legal obligations, saw Harry sitting with Lucy on the way to Spain.

Location: Aeroport de Barcelona, Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain, Earth
Time: January 1994 CE

After the plane had taxied into position, Harry and Lucy left the plane to be met not only by Señora Sara Veracruz, the Spanish Ministro de la Magia, as he had expected, but also by HM The King of Spain, Juan Carlos I. Harry bowed lowly to both, as Lucy curtseyed. 'Your Majesty, Señora Ministro, it is a pleasure to meet you. My grandmother sends her apologies.'

'Welcome to my country, young Prince.' Juan Carlos said, nodding in recognition of Harry's greeting.

'This is my wife, Lucy, Duchess of Gryffindor.' Harry introduced, gesturing his wife forward, who blushed as the Spanish King kissed her hand by way of greeting. 'My Private Secretary, Royal Air Force Squadron Leader Remus John Lupin, Marquess Desgrange and Baron Lupin, and pilot Flight Lieutenant Jessica Mollvaney.' Harry added drawing the welcoming party's attention to the two officers in military uniform who stood two steps behind him.

'I must be leaving you now.' The King said, rather suddenly, after one of his uniformed guards called him over, and he left, the wheels of his car spinning as his driver raced away.

'Welcome to Barcelona, your Highnesses, Squadron Leader, Flight Lieutenant, if you'll follow me to the car, we will make our way to Zaragoza.' The Spanish Minister said as she led the three Brits across the tarmac to a black limousine, the pilot informing the Ministro that she would be remaining with the plane.

Location: Headquarters of La Ministerio de la Magia, under Zaragoza, Aragon, Spain, Earth
Time: December 1993 CE

'Señora Veracruz? Might I inquire why your Ministry is in Zaragoza as opposed to Madrid?' Harry asked of their host.

'Quite simply, Your Highness,' Señora Veracruz started, 'When La Ministerio de la Magia was formed, most of the magical executive powers in Spain rested with the ancient Spanish kingdoms, Aragon being, at the time, the strongest, so Zaragoza, being the capital of Aragon, got to play host to La Ministerio.'

Harry watched on as a Spanish politician signed the paperwork under his own signature with a flourish, before handing the sheaf of parchment to the young royal.

'Muchas gracias, Señor Director de Cumplimiento de la Ley Mágica.' Harry said as he placed the approved Auror Exchange Program documents in a briefcase which he handed to Remus Lupin. 'Señora Veracruz, Minister Diggory has asked me to tell you that he is willing to forge stronger diplomatic bonds with the continent now that the Pureblood Conservatives are no longer in power and will be in contact when he can.' he added to Señora Veracruz as he prepared to leave the Spanish Ministry.

Location: L'Arc de Triomphe, Avenue des Champs-Elysées, Paris, France
Time: January 1994 CE

Harry, his military aides and French guide apparated into a notice-me-not ward under the Arc de Triomphe (Harry being side apparated by Remus). 'Pourquoi est-ministère de l'entrée sur la rue la plus utilisée à Paris?' (Why is the Ministry entrance on the most used street in Paris?) Harry asked their guide in broken French, concealing the fact that he spoke every language flawlessly.

'Only ze publique entrance is here. All ze employees apparate or floo directly in. It is here because ze Arc is so busy zat people are less likely to notice ze extra activity around here.' The guide responded with a thick French accent, recognising Harry's apparent difficulty speaking French. 'Now, if you will follow me, We will enter Le Ministère de la Magie.'

Loacation: Office de la Directeur des Relations Extérieures, Ministère de la Magie Paris, under Avenue des Champs-Elysées, Paris, France
Time: January 1994 CE

'Welcome to Paris, Your Highness. I am Pierre Delacour, Directeur des Relations Extérieures, that is to say, Director of Foreign Relations for the French Ministry of Magic.' A middle aged man greeted the young Prince as he was shown into yet another diplomat's office. 'I have been in contact with your Ambassador to Magical France...Ariane, Lady Turpin...and she has told me of your exploits at your school, Prince James.' Pierre continued with a slight smirk.

'Please Monsieur Directeur, I am here only as a special envoy from Her Majesty the Queen of Great Britain and her Loyal Wizenagamot. I am not here about my exploits, which I am sure, are grossly over-exaggerated.' Harry said, looking forward to tomorrow when he would be on the Hogwarts Express and on his way back to Hogwarts.

'My apologies, Your Highness, I was just trying to make light of our meeting.' Pierre said placatingly, and, as he saw Harry relax more, and immediately he could tell that despite his dislike of politics, the Duke of Gryffindor would be a very good political ally.

Location: The Queen's Free Chapel of the College of St. George, Windsor Castle, Windsor, Berkshire, England, Earth
Time: January 1994 CE

Lucy was sitting alone, in St George's Chapel at Windsor Castle. Ever since she'd first come to Windsor, every time she visited, she would come and sit in the Chapel, sometimes she would be joined by Patrick Mitchell, the Dean, and on a couple of occasions by Diana, Harry's aunt and the Princess of Wales, but most of the time she just enjoyed the peace.

Today, however, was slightly different. Today, she had made a tremendous realisation after she had been thinking back over her times in Narnia. His death for the sins of another, his resurrection and defeat of evil, it had to be...

She was broken out of her reverie by a firm hand on her shoulder. She looked first at the hand, and saw the hole, clean through the centre of the palm, and as she followed the arm up, she was reminded strongly of Caspian when they had travelled together on the Dawn Treader, the most noticeable difference being the hair, being much closer to Lucy's auburn. But what told Lucy the most, was the eyes. She had seen those eyes many times before. 'Aslan?'

'Yes, dear one. Of course, you have now found my name in this world, just as I knew you would. Of all your siblings, you are the only one who has managed to do so.' The man spoke in Aslan's clear, powerful voice.

Lucy smiled at the man, or as she knew him, lion, who had been one of her dearest friends and confidants since she met him in Narnia. Both Aslan and Lucy turned at the sound of Harry's voice. 'Lu?' he asked first, before seeing the man she was talking to and after a moment his eyes widened in realisation. 'Jesus...is that you Aslan?'

'Yes my child. It is good to see that you too are able to find me in your own world.' Aslan replied.

'You must be congratulated, my dear ones, but know that for you both the road will not be easy, but if you have faith, and be the lions that I know you both to be, then you will make it through.' Aslan turned back into his lion form before continuing, 'Now I must leave you both. Good luck.'

Both Harry and Lucy hugged the Great Lion before he faded away and they were alone in the chapel again.

Location: Secret Chamber Armoury, Hogwarts School, near Aviemore, Scotland, Earth
Time: January 1994 CE

With still two more days until the end of the holidays, Harry and Lucy were currently showing one of the many skills they had both learnt in Narnia, their friends joining them in the Armoury, watching as the royal couple sparred against one another, trading blow for blow, Harry's slightly superior strength being counteracted by Lucy's marginally superior speed. Their friends were soon cheering for one or the other until finally, after several minutes of sparring, a grinning Lucy held the magically dulled sword against Harry's throat, the pair separating again to bow to each other.

'Wow! Can you show us how to do that?' Neville asked in awe as the seven who had not visited Narnia applauded the the pair.

Lucy looked to Harry who shrugged slightly. 'Sure!' she said, still grinning, 'And we might as well teach you archery as well!'

Starting after lunch, Harry took one of their friends at a time and started them off with the basic thrusts, blocks and parries, moving into a slowed down mock fight until they got a feel for the sword. Meanwhile, Lucy took the others to the archery range and showed them first how to string a bow, then how to aim and shoot an arrow.