Of Lions and Secrets | By : Crazi Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 2574 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I don't own any chracters associated with Harry Potter or the Chronicles of Narnia but Aine is my own character. I own get no money from doing this. |
A/N: I don’t own any truly recognizable characters, places, or things
in relation to the Harry Potter series or the Chronicles of Narnia (movies or
books) Though I am in possession of books1-5 of Harry Potter and the whole
Narnia series, including the special edition DVD that Disney put out of ‘Lion,
Witch, Wardrobe’.
Draco: Aine is the only character (so far)
that is of her own creation.
For Narnia, possible spoilers include but aren’t limited to- “The Lion,
The Witch, and the Wardrobe” as well as “Prince
Caspian” and “Voyage of the Dawn Treader”. There may
be a possibility as well of certain spoilers of “Horse and his Boy” and others,
as I finish reading them after Merlin knows how many years.
For Harry Potter. I am
still of the mind that the fifth book didn’t happen that way and that means
that the SIXTH book can’t happen because the situations don’t coincide. So that’s
a long winded way of saying that HBP is NOT in here and frankly, neither is OotP because Sirius lives. ^^
Please Read and Review and let me know what you think okay? I love
those. Flames however, will go to helping to keep my dorm room warm and maybe
introduce my roommate to smores because I’m know sure
she’s ever had any. ^^
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Harry Potter was staring out his window at the fading
sunlight. It’d been a rainy day and since Aunt Petunia had had him clean the
carpets just yesterday because of the same thing, there was no way she was
having him work in her garden as she wanted him to do. He was listening to the
sounds of Petunia Dursley set the table for her
husband (Dudley had gotten into trouble and she thought it best to try and
butter him up so Dudley didn’t get scolded too firmly) and her off key humming.
The dark haired boy sighed and rubbed at his tired eyes and
scanned the sky for signs of Hedwig. The snowy owl was no where in sight which
meant she probably wasn’t coming just yet and would arrive after dark, which
was much easier for Harry as the Dursleys couldn’t be
too upset about an owl being nocturnal, because that’s what they always assumed
they are. He curled up under the window with sigh. He’d not felt so alone in a
long while, and the summer had just started three days ago.
----
In London,
a very unhappy elderly woman was climbing off the train with help of a young
female teen who obviously had family resemblance. The woman carried herself as
a woman of royalty. Her back straight and her head held high even in her aging
years. She walked with a beautiful cane that shone and looked almost as if it
were made out of water, like the ocean hue when the sun hit and it almost
looked like real water. Her hair was a rich earthy brown with snow white
streaked through it looking like tracts of snow and short and was pulled back
with a couple of small barrettes which pulled it from her bright brown eyes. She
was dressed in a fairly simple dress that was a silver blue with a small red
jewel pendant hanging on a chain of silver around her neck. She nodded to the
girl in thanks as she headed towards the young man getting their things. It was
not going to be a long visit, oh no. She was not about to let her daughter do
something stupid that would jeopardize so much just to let her live in her
unimaginative and completely unrealistic world.
The girl had rich chocolate brown hair with red and green
bits dyed intermixed with the rest and large brown eyes that had a shock of
blue around the edges. Her hair was pulled into nine braids, each tied off with
a ribbon of black or red and her outfit was that of a dark pixie skirt over
baggy black jeans and quippy t-shirt that referred to
the entertainment of idiots on the front and back. The boots on her feet
sounded louder than that of her grandmother’s old fashioned shoes as she
bounced beside her in boredom, her many bracelets bouncing and tinkling against
each other.
“Are you sure he’s even there Grand-mama?”
“I am quite sure dear one. Now, we have a young man to
rescue, come along,” the woman said, heading for the exit of the train station
as her young companion carried along their suitcases.
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The knock on the Dursleys’ door
was loud and Harry froze upstairs. That wasn’t a knock he recognized and the Dursleys would most certainly open it. What was worse was
if they opened that door, there was no protecting him from who was most likely
a Death Eater on the other side.
Downstairs, Dudley
waddled to the door and blinked at the old woman who scowled at him as she
leaned just slightly on her walking stick. Had she not been in a riding
accident, she’d not walk with a limp. “Your mother boy, fetch her now and let
me in.”
“I won’t just let some crazy old woman in the house! Who are
you to order me around?”
“Ah, you’re most definitely Dudley aren’t you? Would you care for me
to explain why I can order you around? Because I am your grandmother and if you
do not immediately fetch your mother your life will become very unpleasant!”
the old woman snapped. She may have been over seventy years old but she was
very much still spry thank you!
“Mother! You can’t talk to my son
like that!” Petunia cried as she came into the hall. “What on Earth are you
doing here? I thought that if I married Vernon you swore to never come to see
me!” she pointed out, her nose turning up slightly as if to say she’d expected
her mother to come groveling back.
“Do not think I’m here to see you, Petunia. You made
yourself clear as did I but I am not here about you. I’m here about my
grandson.”
“What about me?” Dudley
asked, looking the woman over as if trying to see if she’d have money to buy
him things. He wondered if he’d get more presents now that his other
grandmother had come.
“Oh please, like I’d let a beastly child such as yourself
succeed me! Oh help us if that were true. You’re just like your father and
that’s not a good thing to be, young man. Petunia.
Where is Harry? Where is Lily’s child!?”
“Not. Here.”
“Liar! Grand-mama Lucy got a
letter! It said he was here and that person would never ever lie about that!
They’re worried for Harry! You’re lying through your teeth!” snapped the girl
from behind her grandmother, glaring daggers at Petunia who looked slightly
affronted at the girl’s outburst.
“What’s this now? Who ar- oh…
Mother Lucy!” Vernon tried to
cover up his almost insult of his mother in law.
“You’re as rude and large as ever!” Lucy said simply to Vernon.
“I’ve come for Harry.”
“I’m afraid Mother Lucy that Harry
doesn’t live here…” he said through clenched teeth.
Lucy had her cane up and rapped the man on his head before Dudley and Petunia
could stop her. “Do not lie to me! You need to learn to respect your elders!
Now where is he?”
“U-upstairs,” Dudley
whispered while glaring at the woman while his mother fussed over his father
who was already starting to show the beginnings of a large knot on his head.
“Aine, go and fetch your cousin
will you?”
“Yes, Grandma Lucy,” Aine said as
she headed up the stairs and looked around. She came to the one with all the
locks and the cat flap. “Boy is Grand-mama gonna flip
when I tell her about this…” she whistled to herself as she checked the locks.
Finding them locked she cracked her knuckles and whispered strange words while
moving her hand from top to bottom of the row of locks and they opened up at
once and door swung open. “When will people learn that you can’t keep a Pevensie down? We can’t die easily and we won’t be swayed
by locks,” she said tossing a couple of braids over her shoulders. She peered
in and switched on a light and squeaked at the sight of the other teen on the
floor under the window, in clothes that didn’t fit.
“Wow… Are you really Harry?” she asked him, tilting her
head.
“N-no!” he said covering part of his forehead with his hand.
He looked like he were afraid she as going to do something to him.
“Oh don’t be a git. I’m your
cousin! Sort of… Your grand-mama is sister to my
Grandpa!”
“My grandmother? Cousin?”
“Yeah! I’m Aine!”
she said holding out her hands to help him up. “Come on. Grand-mama is waiting
for us downstairs. Should have seen it, Har! She took
her cane and bam right on that fat
cow dolt’s head! Just smack!” she
giggled with a grin.
“I can’t. I can’t leave. It’s complicated you see…”
“Complicated, Harry? Grand-mama came all this way to get
you!” she told him.
“Aine!
Harry! Come on now, we best be leaving soon! It seems someone thinks that I’ll miss
the next time I take my cane to him!” came a sharp
voice from downstairs with a hint of mischief in it. Harry longed to go with
the person who the voice belonged to because they seemed so much better than
the Dursleys but he had to stay here or the Death
Eaters…
“Oh! Albus!” the voice cried out
happily.
“Headmaster!” Harry gasped, letting
his cousin help him to stand as he headed quickly to the stairs and indeed
there was his headmaster, no one could make their eyes twinkle like that and no
one could quite pull off his outlandish outfits. And as it
was he was offering the elderly woman downstairs a lemon drop with a fond
smile.
“Tell me your highness, how is your sister?”
“Oh Albus, Susan would just die a
tickled pink if she knew you were asking about her!” Lucy told him with a
giggle as she took a lemon drop. ---------------------
“Harry!” the old man called jovially when he spotted the
teens on the stairs. “Fetch your things! The moment I realized your dear
grandmother here was the one who set off the wards I knew you’d be in good
hands with her… Ah young lady, do I know you? I don’t think so… You are?” he
asked politely with a smile. Aine drew herself up in
the image of a lady and smiled.
“My name is Aine Madailein LeFaye Wyndems, sir,” she said
with a curtsey that was rather good for being on the stairs. Harry stared at
her confused. (AN: her name is pronounced ‘Anne Ma-day-le-in Le-Fae’ just to let you know. ^_^)
“It is a pleasure to meet you milady. Would you help young
Harry with his things upstairs?”
“Course! Come on Har! I’ve got a present for you once we’re out of here!
Your first present as a true Pevensie! You know
you’re a Pevensie, right?”
“Pevensie?
My last name is Potter… And my mother’s was Evans… And yours is Wyndems, remember?”
“Bloody hell, mate! I can see we’ve
got a long trip a head of us!”
“Aine!
Watch your language! Your Grandfather would strike me down for letting you
speak in such a way!”
“He’s worse sometimes,” Aine
whispered to Harry with a giggle as they headed for his room. “He gets scary
when he’s mad sometimes but definitely, the worst is Grand-poppie…”
“I’m sure… I don’t have much…”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get more, I promise!” Aine said, moving to look around for what would be Harry’s
things. It didn’t take long before they had them all packed and Aine had told Harry several times that Grand-mama was going
to be furious with those idiots downstairs more than she already was. Harry
rolled his eyes and looked out the window before smiling as Hedwig flew into
the room and landed on Harry’s arm. They headed downstairs and Lucy’s eyes
narrowed a bit and turned to Petunia who looked more than a little embarrassed
and angry.
“Honestly Petunia, I thought I raised you better. I guess I
was wrong… Aine, Harry, come along. Albus would you mind shrinking his things for us so they’re
easier to take back? Oh and I’ll owl you about things later and perhaps we
could arrange a meeting of you and Susan again, she’d love it I just know,”
Lucy was saying to the older wizard with a wide smile.
Albus nodded and shrunk Harry’s
things as handed them back to the young man who put them in his pocket and put
Hedwig back in his cage. He grinned at her affectionate nip and climbed in the
taxi with his cousin, headmaster, and grandmother. Albus
wanted to make sure that Harry and his family arrived at their destination
safely. Aine had pulled out a scroll and was smiling
at Harry while pointing towards the bottom part of the scroll.
“See? This is Grand-mama Lucy, and here are her siblings.
“Grandmother Susan, Grand-poppie Peter, and
Grandpapa, his name is Edmund. And here’s your mum and aunt,” she pointed to
those names and then over under Edmund’s name. “This is my mother, Helen. Named
after the Helen in the Greek Mythology, the woman so beautiful, she started a
war. And my father, Eric here.”
“Are we going to see them?” Harry asked and Lucy gave a sad
look at Aine who’s smile
faltered.
“I suppose we could when it’s light out… Couldn’t we
Grand-mama?”
“I don’t see why not,” Lucy responded as she leaned forward
to tell the driver he was completely going the wrong way and to take her where
she had said with a thump of her cane on the floor of the taxi. Harry and Aine shared a giggle at the old woman’s attitude. Lucy was
in no real playful mood. She was still rather upset with how her daughter had
been treating her grandson.
Once they were out at the hotel that they were going to stay
in overnight, Lucy ushered the two children into a room and smiled down at
Harry who sank into one of the plush chairs and let Hedwig out, the owl
perching on his arm again. “Now Harry there is so much to tell you…
Unfortunately with my schedule I’ve not been able to do much in terms of check
on you like I wished and I had thought Petunia would raise you right, I really
did raise her better, dear one, but it seems that she didn’t listen at all now
did she? Your mother was supposed to tell you all about this, once the war was
over, but as it stands you’ll just have to jump right in feet first. Harry you
are my successor.”
“Successor, Grandmother?” Harry asked confused, Aine was sitting on the end of one of the beds and smiled
at him.
“Yep! You’ll probably succeed
Grandmother Susan was well. I’m going to succeed Grand-papa and Grand-poppie,” she told him with a giggle, kicking her legs
slightly.
“But, succeed you in what…?”
“Your majesty I have silenced and warded your room. When you
leave if you’d just say these words the spells will dissipate. Have a safe
journey home and do tell Susan I would love to hear from her soon,” the headmaster
told the elderly woman, kissing her hand. He turned and gave Aine a bow which she returned best she could from her
position. Harry smiled when the old man turned to him. “Now Harry, try not to
get into any trouble and be careful would you? Try not to give your grandmother
any grief, understood?”
“Of course sir,” Harry smiled. “Do you still think I could
perhaps visit the Weasley family if Grandmother says
it is okay? Or visit headquarters?”
“As a matter of fact, I think we just might be able to work
that out, Harry, I’ll see you I’m sure,” Dumbledore said before taking his
leave.
Harry turned to his grandmother and took a breath. “Why did
the headmaster call you ‘your majesty’ Grandmother?”
“Because I’m royalty Harry, of course!
And so are you and Aine! She’s the Princess of Narnia
and you, Harry, are the sole Prince and therefore, the next King of Narnia!”
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