Edmund's POV
I was riding my horse Terren when I found her. She was rather pretty to be honest, but all cut up and bruised. What happened to her? "Ugh… Where am I?" she asked as she lifted herself up. "Y-you're a D-death Eater!" She stuttered in obvious fear. What is a Death Eater? "I don't know what a Death Eater is, but I can assure you that I King Edmund is no such thing." I said. "You're a King?" she said with curiosity. "Yes, and where do you come from?" I asked. "I come from England." She said confused. England! Maybe she knew if the war was over! "Umm… What year is it?" I asked. "Uh 1992." She said. We spent 52 years in that wardrobe! "Why do you look so surprised?" she said. "Well me and my siblings came here in 1940 when we went to stay with our uncle, and when we came back we found that no time had passed." I said in a hurry. "Wow." she exclaimed. "I should probably take you home so we can clean those wounds." I said as I mounted Terren and held out a hand to her. I could see she was thinking… or calculating, she was wondering if she should trust me. Finally she took my hand and mounted my horse. Her arms wrapped around my midsection, and I felt good.