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.
Harry Potter and...
The Heart of the Lion
A Harry Potter/Chronicles of Narnia/Doctor Who fanfic by doctor-b1993
Part Four: Calix Pugiles
Chapter Thirty One: Of Weddings and Friendships
'And his name is The Doctor. He has saved your lives so many times and you never even knew he was there. He never stops. He never stays. He never asks to be thanked. But I've seen him, I know him... I love him... And I know what he can do.' Martha Jones, Last of the Time Lords
Location: Harry's TARDIS
Time: Unspecified
'So where are we going this time, my Lord?' Lucy asked coquettishly, batting her eyelids before bursting into a fit of giggles.
'Well, my dear...' Harry started sounding for all the world like Professor Dumbledore, 'I think we need a bit of relaxation, so we're going somewhere perfect for relaxation, the most relaxing place in the universe.' Harry finished as he threw one final lever and the TARDIS took flight towards their destination.
Location: The Eye of Orion
Time: Unknown - Post Time War
The pure tranquility of the Eye of Orion was broken temporarily by the wheezing and groaning of Harry's TARDIS as it pushed the dimensions aside, landed itself, then pulled them back together. Lucy stepped out the door of the vintage wardrobe shaped TARDIS and instantly felt the tranquility in the air, she sighed peacefully, sighing again as Harry wrapped his arms around her from behind as he followed her out of the TARDIS.
'So where are we?' Lucy asked softly, almost reverently as if she would cause the tranquil feelings to stop if she spoke to loudly. She took the time now to look around, grey stone ruins dotting the landscape, a single black marble obelisk standing sentinel on a hill just away to the right, both the ruins and obelisk were shrouded by mist rolling across the grassy fields of the Eye.
'This is the Eye of Orion...' Harry replied just as softly. 'The most tranquil place in the universe. Before the Last Great Time War, the Eye was a resort for the tired, the stressed, anyone who just needed a break. Then the Time War came, the resort fell into ruins, and when the War finally ended, the Eye was chosen as a memorial for the dead. That obelisk there is the single monument and memorial to the dead of the Last Great Time War.' Harry finished pointing through the mist to the obelisk.
'It's so peaceful here...like Earth after a thunderstorm.' Lucy commented offhandedly as she and Harry walked forward, Harry's arm now draped over her shoulder.
'It's exactly like Earth after a thunderstorm. Same cause and reason. The atmosphere is bombarded by a high number of positive ions. Harry and Lucy spent time wandering around the Eye, Harry spending a great deal of time at the memorial before he knew he and Lucy had to head back to 1994 for his youngest uncle, Prince Edward's wedding.
Location: The Ballroom, Buckingham Palace, Westminster, London, England, Earth
Time: June 1994 CE
Princes Philip, Charles, William, Harry (of Wales), Andrew and Harry James (Duke of Gryffindor), and Princesses Anne, Beatrice and Eugenie all stood back from the ornate throne at one end of Buckingham Palace's ornate ballroom. The youngest prince, Prince John of York, youngest child of Andrew was not at the ceremony as he was still just 1 year and five months old. They watched silently as Edward, the Queen's youngest son knelt before his mother on his wedding day, mere hours before his wedding, to take part in a Royal Family tradition.
The Queen stepped forward, and read from a scroll which contained the very oration that would make Edward a Duke. 'Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and of Our other Realms and Territories Queen Head of the Commonwealth Defender of the Faith To all Lords Spiritual and Temporal and all other Our Subjects whatsoever to whom these Presents shall come Greeting Know Ye that We of Our especial grace certain knowledge and mere motion do by these Presents advance create and prefer Our to the state degree, style, dignity, title, and honour of Duke of Sussex, Earl of Wessex, Viscount Severn. And for Us Our heirs and successors do appoint give and grant unto him the said name state degree style dignity title and honour of Duke of and by these Presents do dignify invest and ennoble him by girding him with a sword and putting a cap of honour and a coronet of gold on his head and by giving into his hand a rod of gold to have and to hold the said name state degree style dignity title and honour of Duke of unto him and the heirs male of his body lawfully begotten and to be begotten. Willing and by these Presents granting for Us Our heirs and successors that he and his heirs male aforesaid and every of them successively may have hold and possess a seat place and voice in the Parliaments and Public Assemblies and Councils of Us Our heirs and successors within Our United Kingdom amongst the Dukes. And also that he and his heirs male aforesaid successively may enjoy and use all the rights privileges pre-eminences immunities and advantages to the degree of a Duke duly and of right belonging which Dukes of Our United Kingdom have heretofore used and enjoyed or as they do at present use and enjoy. In Witness whereof We have caused these Our Letters to be made Patent. Witness Ourself at Buckingham Palace, this twentieth day of August in the forty-second year of Our Reign.'
Location: The Queen's Free Chapel of the College of St. George, Windsor Castle, Windsor, Berkshire, England, Earth
Time: June 1994 CE
Hours later, inside the Chapel of St. George, the Royal Family had gathered to watch the union of Prince Edward and PR manager Sophie Rhys-Jones. Beside the altar, the newly created Duke of Sussex stood nervously beside his elder brothers and supporters the Prince of Wales and Duke of York, waiting for the arrival of Great Britain's newest princess. The 560 guests in the Chapel looked on as Sophie was escorted down the aisle by her father Christopher Rhys-Jones to the altar, where Edward stood, proudly now, seeing his new bride walking towards him. Closer to the front of the Chapel, the Queen and Prince Philip sat, watching the proceedings with deference, while behind them was Queen Elizabeth, The Queen Mother, Anne, Princess Royal, her two children Zara and Peter Phillips, Sophie, Duchess of York, Diana, Princess of Wales, The Princess Margaret, Countess of Snowdon, Princes William and Harry of Wales, Prince James, Duke of Gryffindor, Lucy, Duchess of Gryffindor and the Princesses Beatrice and Eugenie of York, Beatrice supporting her one year old brother Prince John of York on her lap.
As Sophie walked down the aisle, she was attended to by several of the children of friends of herself and Prince Edward, smiling all the time.
Location: Buckingham Palace, Westminster, London, England, Earth
Time: June 1994 CE
Days later, the new Duke and Duchess of Sussex were away on honeymoon, and Harry and Lucy were entertaining Harry's young cousins, Beatrice, Eugenie and John. Beatrice and Eugenie were gleefully trying to teach an almost clueless Harry how to play "pat-a-cake" and "Miss Mary Mack", both of them giggling every time he made a mistake. Lucy sat off to the side slightly laughing heartily, and also bouncing baby John on her knee, cooing softly to him.
'That's enough Bea, Genie. Jamie needs his rest now!' Lucy said to the young Princesses as they tried to get Harry to give them piggyback rides.
'Please Cousin Lulu! Please let Jamie play wif me!' Eugenie begged the fourteen year old Duchess of Gryffindor, shaking her arm, looking up at her with puppy dog eyes.
'Oh all right. But just for five more minutes!' Lucy conceded with an over dramatic sigh as Bea and Genie cheered.
Harry smiled at his bondmate as he bent down and allowed Genie then Bea to climb onto his back and enjoy a trip around the rather large playroom away from the best known areas of the Palace. After both young girls, and the youngest prince had had their piggyback ride, the girls went back to playing with their dolls, and John went back to giggling at the silly faces Lucy was making.
A crackle of thunder and lightning made them look up at the window, the picturesque London skyline stood in sharp relief against the dark clouds as a bolt of lightning lit up the sky for a moment, moments later, rain started its rhythmic beat against the window pane.
Location: Number Two Rumbold Road, Borough of Hammersmith Fulham, London, England, Earth
Time: June 1994 CE
Just over three kilometres away from the palace, the relative quiet of the Chelsea suburban street of Rumbold Road was interrupted by the telltale crack of apparition. To anyone on Rumbold Road looking out their windows, the sight of a strangely dressed old man with long white hair and a matching beard would be surprising, but not to the occupant of Number Two.
Newly promoted Master Auror John Dawlish, formerly of Hufflepuff House, looked out of the window of his townhouse and saw the old man standing there. He watched through the window as Albus Dumbledore strode to the front door and the resounding click-click-click of the door knocker could be heard as Dawlish clambered out of his armchair and over to the entryway.
'Come in, Albus, come in. You'd be here about my application I assume?' Dawlish asked as he gestured Dumbledore through into the living room.
Dumbledore took a seat on the lounge facing away from the hall before continuing. 'Yes, I am, John. Our Muggle Studies Professor from previous years has resigned, and Archibald Griffin, the Defence Professor agreed to take over that class, leaving the Defence post open, and you definitely have the most impressive application. As such I would like to offer you the position of Defence Professor. If you accept you will be required to attend a staff meeting in a weeks time on the 31st of August...'
Twenty five minutes later, Dawlish had accepted the position and Dumbledore excused himself, having several more errands to run that day. Albus nodded once more before stepping out into the deluge, which had been growing steadily heavier over time.