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The King and His Hero	By : newyorican Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7898 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and the Chronicles of Narnia belong to C.S. Lewis. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made from the writing of this story.

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V: Training and Talks

The next day, Harry tried in vain to avoid Peter. He could remember the events of the night previous quite vividly, bringing a red hot blush to his face. It wasn’t like he was disgusted by what had happened—though he never pictured himself with a boy, he never really thought about himself with a girl either. Harry felt embarrassed because a part of him felt as if he molested Peter and because he could remember that jolt of fire within him that enjoyed the sensation of the…er… accidental brushing. With a pitiful whimper, he hid his face in his hands and squeezed his eyes shut. He took several deep breaths, mustering all of the Gryffindor courage he had and left his sleeping quarters.

Harry bit his lip, not quite remembering the path to the main entrance to the cave. Lady Luck was on his side, however, when Prince Caspian appeared down the path of the cave, blinking in surprise.

“Great, I don’t need to wake you,” he said kindly with a smile on his face as he walked towards Harry. “How was your night?”

Harry’s face immediately morphed into an embarrassed grimace and he quickly looked down at his feet. “F-fine,” he stammered, cursing himself for being so damn easy to read.

Caspian raised his eyebrow. “Indeed,” he said dryly, shaking his head even though the smile never left his face. “Today is a training day.”

“Good,” Harry replied quietly. “I haven’t done much physical training, though. My only training I’ve had was with my wand.”

“High King Peter will teach you,” Caspian assured him.

‘That’s what I’m afraid of,’ Harry thought miserably. ‘How can I face him after I accosted him so?’

“Have you ever handled a weapon other than your wand?” Caspian inquired curiously, leading Harry through the labyrinth of tunnels with practiced ease.

“I used a sword once when I was twelve, but that didn’t work out so well,” Harry admitted. “I wasn’t told how to use it and it was a high-pressure situation, so all I really did was swing it around like a lunatic.”

Caspian chuckled at the mental image and stifled his laughter when he saw the glint that appeared in the beautiful emerald gaze. “Sorry,” he apologized though he didn’t look or feel sorry. “The mental image was somewhat amusing.”

Harry huffed and rolled his eyes. “No, it’s not,” he grumbled.

Caspian laughed once more. Too soon for Harry’s liking, they made it outside of the sanctuary of the cave and weaved their way through the training Narnians. Even sooner, they made their way to where the Pevensie siblings were practicing. Harry winced when he saw Peter not only practicing his sword fighting with Edmund, but doing so shirtless. With yesterday all too fresh in his mind, Harry contemplated on turning around and running back to his quarters immediately.

However, he knew if he tried that he would only get lost again.

“Look who’s finally awake,” Edmund teased with an easy grin, panting as he and Peter came to a halt. “Did you have a nice night at Aslan’s How?”

“Oh, the cave has a name?” Harry asked stupidly, furrowing his brows slightly. “My night was…okay.”

Peter coughed slightly at the awkward atmosphere and offered Harry an easy smile. “You mentioned Aslan last night?” he asked lowly, ignoring Edmund and Caspian’s sharp questioning looks.

Harry focused on breathing and nodded his head. “Yes,” he murmured. “We can talk about it later.”

Edmund raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, sure,” he replied. “Now, let’s get down to business. Have you ever fought with a sword? Or a staff? Perhaps a club?”

Harry shook his head, squinting as the bright sun beamed down on him. “No,” he said. “I’ve used my wand and, like I told Caspian, I used a sword once but I wasn’t told how to use it and just ended up looking like an idiot with it and nearly poked my eye out.”

Edmund nodded understandingly. “A newbie then, alright,” he replied. “I’m sure we can work out a training regimen for you, right, Pete?”

Peter nodded his head. “Yes, we will,” he said softly. “For now, I will teach him how to properly hold a sword. We’ll start with that. Edmund, you will help teach him strategy and maneuvers. Caspian, you will be his sparring partner. Unless we come up with a better plan later, this is how we’ll do it. Any questions?”

Harry shook his head. “No, it’s fine. When do we start?”

Peter grinned. “Right now,” he replied cheerfully. “You may want to take off your shirt; I’m going to make you sweat.”

Naughty images immediately flooded his subconscious and Harry stubbornly pushed them away before his body could react to that. He scowled, somewhat angry at his body’s betrayal to his mind. It wasn’t the time to start thinking such perverted thoughts!

Edmund, who thought Harry scowled because he had to take off his shirt, clapped the Boy Hero on his back and laughed. “Cheer up, man,” he said with a grin. “You don’t have anything we haven’t seen before.”

Harry stuck his tongue out at the young King. “I’m not used to partaking in physical activities half-naked,” he explained quietly. “I don’t really have a problem with it, I suppose. It’s just odd.”

Edmund smirked, nodding his head in mock understanding. “Of course,” he said sarcastically.

Harry rolled his eyes before, after only a moment’s hesitation, he took his shirt off. He wasn’t very muscled, but years of playing Quidditch certainly paid off. He’d developed wiry muscles that complimented his lithe frame, and was overall fairly pleasant to look at. Harry noticed Peter’s eyes glued at his torso and, slightly uncomfortable, he turned to Caspian.

“What are we doing first?” he asked, glancing at Edmund.

“You need to properly stretch,” Peter said, snapping out of his daze. “We don’t need you pulling a muscle of anything. After we have a good stretch, Edmund will show you how you to position yourself.”

“Er, there’s a specific way to do that?” Harry asked, scratching the back of his head.

Edmund nodded his head. “I thought it was silly as well when I first started sword-fighting, but it helps. We’ll need to do exercises to build the muscles in your legs and then I’ll show you some stances that will help you with defensive and offensive fighting.”

Harry still looked a little skeptical, but he nodded none-the-less. “Alright, shall we get started?”

Peter nodded his head. “Sit down and give me your hands with your legs spread wide.”

“Do what?” Harry asked, his eyes wide as his mind came up with horrible images.

“We’ll show you.” Edmund sat and spread his legs, watching as Caspian mirrored his movements. He grabbed Caspian’s hands and leaned back, making Caspian stretch towards him.

“Oh. Sorry, I’m a bit…off today,” Harry tried to say, nervously sitting down.

If Peter noticed his behavior, he didn’t comment on it. They stretched in silence and Harry did his best to avoid looking at the other boy. The air was somewhat awkward, and Harry mentally slapped himself. He was a Gryffindor, damn it! Aslan himself had called him a young lion. Mustering up enough courage as he could, Harry looked up and was surprised to see Peter staring at him.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked hesitantly.

Harry nodded his head. “I’m sorry I fell on you last night,” he blurted out, worrying his lower lip. “In the Wizarding world, we have this thing called Apparating. Basically, it’s almost like teleporting. When I tried it, I ended up on some white cloud and then Aslan appeared. He told me that for now, my place was here. My world is safe until I return, and I’ll only be able to return when I’m done helping you with yours.”

Peter blinked, digesting the information. “So you’ll stay and help?” he asked softly.

Harry nodded his head again, this time more firmly. “I’ll do all I can,” he promised. “Now that I know that my world will be alright without me, I can help protect yours more efficiently. Aslan also told me that the skills I learn here will come back with me, and that’ll give me an advantage against Voldemort.”

“Voldy-who?” Edmund asked in confusion.

Harry startled, not realizing that he was talking loud enough for Caspian and Edmund to hear him. “Voldemort,” he said softly. “He’s the reason why my world is in danger. He’s…well, I guess you could compare him to the White Witch, only worse. Much worse.”

Edmund paled. “Worse?” His voice sounded weak.

Glancing at him, Harry remembered he had been tricked by the White Witch and only realized later how wrong his judgment had been. “The White Witch took prisoners,” he said with a grimace. “You’d rather die than be Voldemort’s prisoner. He won’t turn you to stone like she had. He’d kill you without a second glance if you didn’t join him.”

Caspian flinched slightly. “And you have to get rid of him?” he asked faintly.

Harry looked at him. “I’m the only one that can,” he said solemnly. “There was a prophecy regarding us. Either I kill him, or he kills me. And takes over the world, of course.”

Peter swallowed thickly. “Let’s show you those stances,” he murmured, changing the subject.

Harry nodded his head, feeling rather morbid. If he really did keep the skills he learned here in Narnia, then he’d train as much as he could. He needed to defeat Voldemort; there was no room for failure. His eyes hardening in determination, Harry paid close attention to Edmund’s instructions on how he needed to change his stance. In order to build muscles in his legs, Edmund had Harry run around a perimeter Peter and Caspian had set up. Never before had Harry been thankful for his crappy childhood at the Dursleys. If it weren’t for Dudley and his gang chasing him around the neighborhood, there would’ve been no way Harry could’ve survived the laps he’d ran. It didn’t take long for sweat to drip down his back.

They trained for two hours before Edmund, the newly dubbed Evil Slave Driver in Harry’s mind, let him take a break. “Don’t just collapse on the ground,” Edmund warned. “Walk slowly so your body can cool down or you’ll cramp up.”

Harry wanted to flip him off, but remembered that the training was very much necessary. “I didn’t think I was so out of shape,” he mumbled to himself as he nearly stumbled into a tree.

Caspian laughed and walked beside him. “You were actually pretty good, for someone who’s never trained physically,” he assured.

Harry laughed tiredly. “That’s a bold-faced lie, but I appreciate that.”

Caspian grinned. “I don’t lie,” he said cheekily. “I’m very much a gentleman, thank you.”

Harry snorted. “Whatever you say.” His expression became more serious. “If this helps me when I go back home, though, I’ll do it.”

Caspian glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. “You’ll save your world,” he said quietly, “and you’ll help save ours.”

Harry stopped walking and stared at him. “How can you be so sure about that?”

Caspian smiled. “You’re more determined than anyone I’ve ever met,” he said honestly. “And I get the feeling you’ll do whatever it takes, even at the risk of yourself, to ensure the people you care about are safe.” Harry opened his mouth to say something, but Caspian continued quickly, “And yes, I do think that includes the Narnians, for the resemblance they are to the people in your own world if nothing else.”

Harry sighed. “I also didn’t think I was that obvious,” he mused.

Caspian shrugged his shoulders and grinned. “I’m just good at reading people.”

Harry laughed quietly and shook his head. “Of course,” he said, rolling his eyes but smiling. His stomach grumbled. “Got any food?”

Caspian chuckled and led him to the food line. “I have a feeling, Harry Potter, that your mere presence here has already caused the advantages in this war to tip in our favor.”

Harry looked skeptical, but remained silent. He hoped he could help these people. The sooner he helped free the Narnians, the sooner he could defeat Voldemort.

A/N: I know; I'm an evil hag for taking so long to update. The truth is, the Twilight fandom is very greedy and relentless. I was, unfortunately, ensnared. Still, I haven't forgotten about this little baby of mine and will continue it. Please review and let me know what you think.
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