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.

Chapter 16

Narnia year 1015 – Spring

"Alright! We'll go tomorrow." Edmund laughed and threw his empty cup to Harry who caught it deftly and grinned.

"Yes!"

"I can't believe you talked me into this!" Ed laughed and threw himself into the sofa. Harry was so excited he couldn't even think about sitting down.

"You said months ago that we would talk about it and we have. We are only going to visit the orphanage and see. We aren't tied into anything. We are just visiting. It can be done as part of an official visit if you like so there's no pressure. It just means that we can spend some time with children and see how we get on."

"Alright." Ed placated and waved his hand. Then he groaned. "Urgh thank god the hunt is on today otherwise I would need some serious distracting."

"We are only going to play and visit Edmund, not adopt right away." Harry rolled his eyes and Ed waved a hand distractedly.

"I know, I know. But it's a huge decision." He sighed and stood up. "Anyway, I'd better go. Philip's probably all saddled up ready. Are you sure you don't want to come?"

"You know how I feel about stags, white ones in particular." Harry pointed out and Ed hummed and harred but nodded. Yes, yes Ed knew. Narnian legend or not, to Harry a white stag symbolised his patronus which in turn symbolised his father. Harry wouldn't go hunting one for that very reason.

"Alright. I'll see you tonight hopefully, or tomorrow morning at the latest." Ed crossed the room and gave Harry a kiss. Harry grinned into the kiss, the love inside him bubbling up more at the simple action. Children…they were going to consider, seriously consider, adopting soon. He loved Ed. It had taken him a while to come around to the idea but now he was on board and Harry loved him even more for it. A child, their child. Soon.

"Ride safely."

"I always do. Love you. Hold down the fort for us."

"Will do and love you too."

With that Ed grabbed his riding cloak and sword belt and walzed out the door. Harry grinned after him. Amazing man.

Ed was gone.

Ed was gone, completely gone.

Harry searched the area desperately. There were no signs of him. No signs at all. They had found Philip Ed's horse, and Lucy and Peter's horses too. Susan's horse had apparently bolted, they weren't sure why but she had. All the horses could say though was that the four Pevensies had stopped to talk, then had noticed the strange Lantern that seemed to be growing from the earth and was permanently alight. Lucy had then started muttering something about a 'Spare Oom' and had run off, with the others trailing behind them into the trees. The horses couldn't follow because the branches were too close together, and the trees couldn't move out of the way because there were too many of them.

Harry had found a way through, had even followed what was clearly footsteps. The dogs tracked scents, specially trained fauns and other animals could follow prints and impact on leaves and twigs to trace the Kings and Queens movements.

Everything came to a dead end.

The tracks and scents had just stopped. They had ceased. On one meter of land there were tracks, on the next there was nothing. No signs what so ever. Nothing.

Edmund was gone. Ed was gone.

Peter was gone. Susan was gone. Lucy was gone.

Ed was gone.

Narnia year 1015 – Late Summer

There was unrest in Cair Paravel. Nobles and Lords were anxious and restless. There was talk of needing a new leader. There was talk of civil unrest.

Some people spoke of war.

Most of all people spoke of the end of the Golden Age of Narnia.

None of the Pevensies had turned up. Harry had scoured the land trying to find them but came up empty handed. They were nowhere to be found, and magic was no help either.

"Duke Harry should lead us!"

"Yes! He was King Edmund's husband, our king's soul mate. He should lead us until their return!"

"They shall not return!"

"It is not his place!"

"A Magician leading Narnia?!"

"He is a disgrace…"

Harry tuned out the voices and left court. He couldn't bear it. He couldn't!

Why wasn't Ed here? Where was he?

Narnia year 1015 – Autumn

Harry had warded the Pevensie's belongings away in the treasury where four large chests belonged, one for each Pevensie. He had returned all their special belongings to the chests, taking care to close them properly and cast charms to keep everything preserved properly and clean. Everything would be perfect just in case…just in case.

Now he warded the treasury and made sure the secret wall that hid the door from sight was strong enough to stay in one piece come what may. He poured his heart and his tears into his magic, using his emotions and wishes to fuel his spells. Only the Pevensies would be able to open the door. Only them. Nobody else. No matter who tried they would never find the door, they would never find the belongings.

Harry was going on a Pilgrimage. Winter would begin in earnest in the next few days and the people were worried. They were worried with the Pevensies being gone that Narnia would descend into a never-ending winter once more. They knew the White Witch was dead but that didn't stop the fear, the superstition. People were scared, scared people did stupid things.

There had been one assassination attempt already on a lord who had been favoured as the next to lead the Narnians. Harry had refused and while many people still believed him worthy of it they hadn't let it hold them back in raising different candidates to the floor.

Harry didn't want to rule. He didn't want to lead. The Narnian's were his people but he was loyal to the Pevensies above all. Edmund first, then the Pevensies, then Aslan and the Narnians. He supposed on some of his darker days that Edmund would be very upset by that attitude. Then he remembered how Edmund's views fell. He had a great loyalty to his people, to the Narnians he lead and to his friends. But Edmund's loyalties fell first to his family.

The pilgrimage to the stone table was a long one. People dragged their feet and scuffed their toes the whole way there. It felt more like a funeral march than anything else. Harry had prepped the area for guests because he had to as Duke of the Land. Even those decorations were looked upon with no cheer.

The festivities were not cheerful. There were more tears than smiles.

Harry looked forward to the trip back to Cair Paravel.

Packing up had been quick and easy. The trail of people walked back to Cair Paravel but when the weather had taken a turn for the worst they were forced to put up camp.

Spirits were at an all time low. People mourned to each side of Harry and the whispers were ever increasing. Harry should have expected what came next. HE should have expected it and guarded against it. In his defence he would never have expected such viciousness from any Narnian. He never expected such hate and desperation.

The attack came in the night. Out of nowhere came a scream. Harry was jolted from sleep immediately and bolted from the tent with his wnad in his hand. He left the tent and that was when it happened. Pain, burning and spitting, pierced his side. Harry yelled, curled in on himself and grabbed at the wound. A knife was embedded in his side. A knife attached to a hand attached to a noble.

"Die! Die so a new reign can start! Your death will start it all." The person said and then they turned and shouted "The wizard dies! He dies this night!"

Harry groaned.

People gathered to gawp, whisper and some came to cheer.

Mr Tumnus wrapped shaking and scared arms around Harry's shoulders.

"Harry!" HE whispered urgently.

"I'm…what…why?" Harry mumbled out. The pain was strange. It hurt and hurt and hurt but he shouldn't be delirious with it. HE felt hot though and the burning in his side was terrible. The knife hadn't pierced anything bad though, it was for all intense and purposes a flesh wound. He'd been stabbed sure, but he didn't think it had done serious damage otherwise it would feel differently wouldn't it?

"Narnia needs a leader, not a ghost of leaders passed. Your death ends the winter in our hearts. We will have summer under a new rule."

"Die wizard."

"NOO! HE cannot die!"

"He's our Lord!"

"By Aslan help him!"

"Die wizard die!"

"You would…it isn't a bad wound."

"No, but the poison is the worst in the land." The person grinned, only lips visible beneath the heavy hood. Harry groaned. Poison. He should have known. He pulled the knife from his side and threw it to the floor. People stepped back from it in fear. Harry couched and raised his wand.

"You wanted to kill me. Fine. But this won't lead to a summer. This won't lead to a new rule! Treachery and hate will ruin you." Harry declared and sent a blast of cold water at them. He didn't care enough to hurt them. Didn't care at all, but the cold made them miserable. He summoned his magic to him, cancelled all the spells he had put up around Cair Paravel except for the ones guarding the Pevensie's things.

"My magic has helped Narnia. Now you will have none. No magic to light your way. No light tents to carry, no transfigured items. All of it is gone. You will suffer for what you have done and the blame lays only with you!" Harry pointed to his killed, then crumpled over with the pain in his side.

"Harry!"

"I need to go Mr Tumnus." Harry muttered when the faun crouched beside him, arms wrapping around his shoulders to hold him steady.

"I will come. I will come with you. You are all I have left of Lucy."

"Hold tight. Stay close." Harry apparrated.

The poison took hours. It was a certain death sure but it took a long time. Harry apparated them to the Stone Table. There in fits from the poison he called upon his magic to shape the Earth.

People had rebelled against him, had walked away and given up on Edmund, Peter, Susan and Lucy. But Harry wouldn't forget. He wouldn't forget and anybody who wanted to remember, who wanted to believe in them, they could visit the stone table, the start of everything.

Harry shaped and moved and demanded the earth to move. His magic didn't want to work in that way because it wasn't how magic was done. But in Narnia the rules could be changed, Narnia was a land of hope and a land of love for Harry. Harry could do anything with that.

His love raised the land. His hope put grass on it. His love shaped tunnels. His hope smoothed the walls.

Love created a chamber of remembrance. Hope had Harry carve Aslan on the wall in front of the Table. Love preserved the pictures on the walls. Hope lay Harry down to rest on the table ready to pass.

"How Aslan…how could they go?" Harry asked the picture on the wall. "How could they be taken away? Narnia was theirs."

"Shh Harry. Shh. Rest." Mr Tumnus urged and stroked Harry's head. Harry swallowed and gasped. The poison had seeped into his organs and everything was coming to a halt now slowly but surely. It would hurt but Harry was beyond pain now. He was numb. The poison had killed feeling.

"One day Mr Tumnus…one day they shall come back."

"Yes." The faun agreed.

"Tell Ed I love him."

"I will. Of course I will."

"I…I will come back if I can. Maybe…maybe I won't die. Maybe I'll die here and go home. Go to England."

"Maybe. Hopefully."

Hm. Harry hummed, the energy of allowing air to thrum his vocal cords taking all he had in him.

"I'll come back. If Ed calls me. If Ed needs help. If…I swear on my blood…on my magic…if Ed needs me I will come. I will come."

"Shh Harry."

"How Aslan…? Why? How can I…how…Aslan how?"

Harry muttered and Mr Tumnus soothed his head again.

"Rest Harry."

Harry closed his eyes. Rest. He would rest. He would die.

Noise exploded in his ear drums. Yelling and screaming and…why? He was resting. Why so much noise?

He opened his eyes.

A man in black snarled at him. He was laid on the ground. Pain was just finishing sizzling in his veins, down his arms, in his very cells.

Pain.

"Crucio!" The man in black snarled again.

Oh good Aslan! Harry gasped then lurched to the side, rolling fluidly and flying to his feet wand in hand and at the ready. The man in black looked shocked.

Harry was at home in London. Hadn't he been in a fight with a Death Eater when he found himself in Narnia?

"Die Potter!" The Death Eater snarled and cast the beautiful but deadly green curse.

"Not today." With a wave of Harry's hand the Earth sprung up and swallowed the curse. The Death Eater staggered, shocked. That was all Harry needed. A snap of his wrist had ropes springing from the ground and tying the man up. A few waves of his hands and wand had shields up and attacks falling on other Death Eaters quickly. People fell, falling to the ground unable to move.

He was home.

He was in London.

Harry snarled as somebody tried to attack him. Aurors stopped dead in their tracks staring in shock. Harry read surprise and amazement in their expressions as Harry took out their enemies for them. The Death Eaters were subdued in no time at all.

Harry turtned to the injured.

"Bloody hell Potter…couldn't you have done that earlier?" An auror asked when Harry finished healing the large gash on his arm that was bleeding copious amounts of blood.

"No. Not really." Harry confessed but drew back his wand. He raised his left hand to brush back his hair and froze. Something glistened on his hand. Something gold.

Harry stared.

He was home. He was back in London, back at the same time he had left apparently. He was home as if nothing had happened. Except he knew it had happened, he could remember it.

And he still had his ring.