Okay, this one is for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments), History of Muggles class. The assignment was about Muggle discoveries, by different civilisations. Basically, we were given the civilisations(Roman, greek, cavemen), and had to use the prompts given. I choose the Vikings, and the task was to write about discovering a new world.

So I hope you all enjoy this!

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Hermione knew that something was different about her. None of the other nine year olds in her class had made their mother's hair turn bright pink at age four because they thought it was pretty. None of her friends had made their stuffed animals float around their bedroom. She wasn't a normal little girl, but she didn't mind.

Hermione loved playing with her friend Clara, who lived next door. They often passed through the gate that separated their homes to play with each other. They would pretend to be mermaids or astronauts, and their imaginations ran wild.

Hermione had a rather large closet, and so often the girls pretended that they could enter a new world through the closet. They fought evil sorcerers and dragons, and would always end up with hiccoughs afterwards from so much laughing.

Clara had finally arrived one day, and they had rushed up to her room.

"What shall we do?" Clara asked, bouncing a little on Hermione's bed.

"Let's play in the closet," Hermione said instantly. "We'll have a pretend beach day, and we meet a mermaid who needs our help."

"All right!" Clara agreed. She got off the bed, and the girls went over to the closet. Hermione opened the door, which was hard to open because the door was quite heavy. The girls were met with a great surprise as they walked in and closed the door.

Hermione's closet had become a winter forest. Pine trees grew to touch the grey skies, snow blanketed the ground thickly, and it was very cold.

"What happened to your closet?" Clara wondered, staring at the new landscape.

"We must be somewhere besides home," Hermione guessed. "It's hot at home and yet it's winter here. I don't know why my closet did it, though."

"It's beautiful," Clara marveled.

"Let's explore it a bit," Hermione suggested. Clara agreed, and they walked along the barely visible path.

Shortly, they came upon a bright lamppost. It was a stark contrast to the dull forest, which only offered green and white.

"Did you hear that?" Hermione whispered. They both listened for a moment, and heard distinct scratching noises. Something was approaching

A beaver quickly ran up the hill in front of them, stopping about five feet away.

"Is it going to hurt us?" Clara asked.

"Don't be silly," Hermione told her. "Beavers don't bother people unless they mess around the dams. We aren't."

"I can hear ya!" the beaver exclaimed in a cranky Cockney accent. Hermione's eyes widened in shock.

"You can talk?" Clara asked shakily. "Can you tell us where we are?"

"Well, yeah," the beaver said, as if talking to three year olds. "This whole place is Narnia. The White Witch pretends to be queen, but she really isn't. But never you mind that now! We have to move, you're in danger!"

"Were you looking for us? How did you know we were here?" Hermione questioned.

"A tree got a message to me. You're lucky her spies didn't see you first!"

Deciding to ignore the tree bit, Hermione asked, "Who's after us? We only just got here!"

"The White Witch," Beaver answered. "There's a prophecy about you two, and she want to stop it from coming true. She'll kill you if she has to."

"We're only nine!" Clara exclaimed.

"What's the prophecy?" Hermione asked.

"When two sisters of Adam's bone

Sit at Cair Paravel in throne

The evil time will be over and done."

Beaver looked around apprehensively at the trees. "Come on, let's go somewhere safer."

"This witch wants to kill us, Mione!" Clara said.

"If he's honest, we're already in danger," Hermione reminded her. "Let's go, hear what else he has to say."

Beaver had already begun to continue on, and so the two girls followed him through the darkening forest.