Deep Magic 2

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or The Chronicles of Narnia, nor do I make any profits from posting this fanfiction.

Summary: Non-Epilogue compliant. Harry, mid fight against remaining Death Eater factions, finds himself somehow transported to a strange world, Narnia. He learns to live, to love, and eventually to be a little bit selfish.

Warnings: Slash. Cross dimension travel. Character death. Murder, violence, fighting.

Pairings: HP/EP. Potential PP or LP with a HP character.

Chapter 2

The rising sun woke Harry. The light, even behind his eyelids, was impossible to ignore any longer so, with a huge yawn, he opened his eyes. After a moment of confusion he remembered he was in Narnia, the strange land where the animals talked and a lion was the ruling body…as well as four children. Harry pushed back the bed covers and slipped out of the makeshift bed. Edmund was still asleep on his mat next to Harry, quiet breathing indicating he was still in a deep sleep. As quietly as he could Harry slipped on some more clothes, grabbed his wand, and quietly slipped from the tent.

The sunshine was so bright Harry scowled, shielded his eyes, and squinted around the area. There were only a few beings awake; a few centaurs, a fox, some rabbits, and Mr and Mrs Beaver. Harry could see some trees and petals forming humanlike beings a little way over to the side of the camp where he knew there was a river. He might head over there for a bath, since he was guessing in a military camp run by animals there wouldn't be a bathtub so a shower was definitely out of the question.

"Good Morning Harry Potter." The voice was gentle, rumbling and warm. Harry glanced to his left and saw Aslan stood patiently waiting, his golden fur ablaze in the sunlight.

"Good morning Aslan." Harry offered then bowed.

"It is a good day." Aslan said ambiguously. Harry half shrugged and half nodded.

"The weather looks good so far."

"Indeed it does. How do you fare this morning?"

Harry pondered that briefly. "I'm good thanks. Still wondering how I'm going to get home but…" He left that statement trailing off. Aslan gave him a small smile, whiskers twisting with the strange movement of the lion's snout.

"All things happen in Narnia for a reason. The Deep Magic's of this world and your world have inner workings quite beyond any of our understanding. Somehow, something considered you worthy and necessary to this world, be it through your actions so far or the actions which you are yet to perform. We cannot at this point in time know."

"I helped in yesterday's battle, would that not be enough?" Even to Harry his words sounded hollow, defeated. Harry already knew the answer, Aslan had already told his as much yesterday. Hope and disbelief mingled together though and Harry couldn't help but ask. Aslan's expression remained patient and compassionate as he replied.

"Clearly it is not. It might be that your role is yet to be revealed." Harry groaned and ran his fingers through his fringe, touching his scar that had yet to fade after Voldemort's defeat.

"Not another prophecy please." Harry whined and Aslan gave two light chuckles.

"Then perhaps it is not a role that you have been brought here to complete. It might be the exact opposite, respite from all the trials you have been through."

"Glass half empty, glass half full."

"Magic works in mysterious ways Harry Potter. My advice to you is to wait. Your path home will be revealed to you in time."

With those parting words of wisdom Aslan slowly turned and walked further into the camp, nodding and talking to various beings as he passed.

Harry shook his head and ran his hand through his hair again. Great. So, stuck in Narnia for the foreseeable future. Ron and Hermione are going to kill me when I get home.

Harry turned on his heel and walked in the direction of the river intent on cleaning himself up and perhaps washing his clothes to get rid of the sweat and smoke smells on them.

"Harry?" Fast feet on soft grass reached Harry's ears at the same time that voice did. "Harry!"

"Hey. OK?" Harry asked as Edmund's running ended as he caught up with Harry.

"Yeah. Are you going somewhere?"

"Yeah, for a bath."

"Ah…" Edmund said slowly. "I saw you talking to Aslan so I thought…"

"What? That I was going home?" Harry queried and Edmund nodded. His dark eyes were solemn in the morning light. "Nah. Magic brought me here and only magic can send me back which apparently it won't do until I have completed some sort of job."

"Ah right, magic." Edmund gave Harry a rueful humours grin which Harry couldn't help smiling and rolling his eyes at.

"Yes, magic."

"Well then, let's hope that whatever job you have to do can be done after a bath." Edmund stated firmly then marched off towards the river. Harry frowned.

"Oi, where are you going?"

"For a bath." Edmund said plainly and indicated to the river.

"Why?"

"Because that is where you are going, and if you think that after yesterday I'm going to let you face whatever job it is you have to do all by yourself, then that knock to the head clearly did more damage than we all first thought. Come on."

Harry wasn't given an opportunity to object as the younger boy marched off in the direction of the river once again, leaving him little choice but to follow.

"King Edmund the Just, hm?" Harry teased as Edmund, in all his coronation get up, finally descended the throne platform and crossed the room over to Harry. Edmund flushed a brilliant red, his young face beaming embarrassedly.

"Tease all you like but just remember, I'm a king now and I can give you some title or another at a whim." The threat was not an empty one judging from the look in Edmund's eye. However much the boy might be a trickster, he was quite likely to follow through.

"Urgh no thank you." Harry rolled his eyes and snatched a bread roll from the buffet table. "No labels for me."

"Oh I don't know. Lord Harry the Courageous sounds pretty good to me." Harry rolled his eyes again and turned his back on Edmund.

"You do that and I swear I will hex you."

Edmund laughed and lightly shoved his shoulder.

"How about Lord Harry the Tempestuous?"

"Oh shut up." Harry groaned.

"What are you doing?" That light voice cut through their banter. Lucy stood next to them looking between them curiously.

"I was trying to decide what title to give Harry; after all he did save my life." Edmund explained and Harry groaned again.

"No, we really weren't. I am not getting a title."

"Oh but I think you should you know. Edmund is right, you did save his life."

"Rubbish. Your potion did that." Harry dismissed and Lucy got an uncomfortable look about her as she shifted her weight from one small foot to the other.

"Well yes, but if you hadn't been there then he would have been dead before my cordial could help him."

"Exactly." Edmund agreed with a satisfied grin on his face. "So you deserve a name befitting a saviour."

"Clearly saving you was a stupid idea." Harry grossed and gave the siblings a dirty look. They both laughed however, his flare having no effect on them.

"Lord Harry the Gallant." Lucy decided with a voice so resolute it had Harry choke on any protest he had been about to make. A solemn silence descended over the three of them as if none of them could speak until Lucy's words finished etching themselves into the world with such finality there was to be no disputing them.

"Oh you have got to be kidding!" Harry eventually gasped. Lucy just smiled a smile so reminiscent of Luna's that Harry felt doom just descend upon him.

"Don't argue now Harry. Lucy's word is law." Edmund clapped a hand on Harry's shoulder with a mischievous, unrepentant smirk.

"Damn…" Harry muttered as Lucy just continued to smile.

A while later they were joined by Mr Tumnus and the Beavers. Peter and Susan eventually gravitated towards them whereupon Lucy informed everybody that she had seen Aslan walk away along the beach. That had caused a huge stir amongst the party that didn't calm down for ages.

By the time the sun set and night the party was winding down Lucy was curled up nearly asleep on an ornately decorated chair, Edmund was slouching on the couch next to Harry and the older Pevensie children were desperately fighting back sleep themselves.

"Well Lu, I think it's time you went to bed."

"Aww not yet." Lucy protested but Peter shook his head and when faced with Susan's stern look too Lucy just huffed and gave in. "OK."

"Come on. I'll walk you to your room." Susan offered and slid an arm around her sister's shoulders as the small girl wearily got to her feet.

"Good night everyone." Lucy muttered and walked off.

"Night Lu."

"Night." Edmund muttered sleepily.

"Night." Harry offered quietly.

Lucy and Susan walked off, saying goodnight to everyone and every being they passed. Only a few feet from the door Lucy paused and looked back over her shoulder.

"This was the best party I think we have ever been to. And I don't just mean that because it is ours. The only thing missing was the fireworks, and Mum and Dad."

"Well, at least we are all together." Was the offered consolation. Lucy beamed and made to turn away. Harry frowned and felt for his wand in his holster.

"Lucy!" He called, and the little girl turned with a curious frown. Harry stood up and stretched, drawing out his wand. "I can't do anything about your parents, but fireworks I can do…or at least a light show."

"Really?!" She beamed, excitement lighting up her face and clearing away any tiredness.

"You can?" Edmund stared and Harry grinned at him.

"Well, I am a wizard." Harry offered by way of explanation. Edmund hopped up to his feet and rubbed his hands together.

"Well what are we waiting for?" Harry laughed but walked over to the balcony with Edmund, the others following a little behind them.

Once at the edge of the balcony overlooking the beach and sea, Harry levelled his wand up to the sky and sent a questioning look to Edmund.

"Pick a colour."

"Me?!" Edmund asked, shocked for a moment. Harry nodded.

"I asked you didn't I?"

"Green." Edmund blurted.

With a nod Harry brandished his wand and sent up bright green sparks, followed by a larger green spark that burst into several little ones.

"Ooooh! Can I pick a colour next?!" Lucy squealed.

"Sure."

"Gold! For Aslan!" She declared and Harry just grinned, he could do one better than that.

"Alright. For Aslan." He muttered, re-aimed his wand and sent off a charm that would make a golden array of sparks complete with the roar of a lion. People whooped and cheered and soon more requests for different colours were pouring in from everyone present.

A hand landed on his shoulder at one point making him glance over at Edmund, the eleven year old's face transformed with wonder at the sky. Then dark eyes turned to Harry and a grin stretched the boy's lips.

"Lord Harry the Gallant and Sparkly." The boy teased.

"Oh shut up! King Edmund the Just…ha! King Edmund the Annoying is more like it."

"Now you know how I feel." Peter mumbled.

"Hey!"

The girls just laughed and Harry couldn't help but crack a grin. Maybe staying with the Pevensie's wouldn't be too bad after all.