Hello there! I'm Lauren, you're average potterhead and narnian. Here are some things you should know before reading:

- I HAVE CHANGED MY MIND. THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL. But it will be a spinoff and focused on Edmund's love life. There will be four books in total centering around all four Pevensies' love lives.

- I do not own anything from either world except for the things I'm gonna list in the next bullet.

- I DO own any OCs including: The Collins family, any named creatures not mentioned in any story, Noel, Sebastian, etc. I may add to this as I update.

- This is slightly futuristic. Neither story takes place in their set decade.

- Harry, Ron, Hermione, Peter Pevensie, Laurel (my OC), and anyone else in their year was born in 2000. (Just for age reasons.)

- I will try to incorporate as many said lines in the movies as possible. Of course my OC needs to talk (lol) so there will be some changes.

- The Dark Age, a period during Narnian history that was between the Golden Age and the Telmarine-Narnian Age, will not exist.

Tell me what you think in the comments. I seriously love to read your opinions. If you have song suggestions for this chapter feel free to tell me! Ciao xx.

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- Demons ~ Imagine Dragons

❝All of your flaws and all of my flaws
They lie there hand in hand
Ones we've inherited, ones that we learned
They pass from man to man❞ - "Flaws" by Bastille

When I opened my eyes, I recognized where I was immediately. It was quiet, and I was sitting on the damp, tiled floor. I saw a small, younger version of Ginny lying a few feet away, unconscious.

A younger version of Harry ran in too. I realized I was revisiting the little adventure we had in our Second Year in the Chamber of Secrets. I felt sick. Harry ran towards the rocky wall, climbing it, before shouting to me, "Laurel, take Ginny to Ron and Lockhart! I'll be there soon!"

I nodded involuntarily, knowing that's what I did. I picked up Ginny, who was rather light, and made my way to the door. I could see Tom Riddle's memory watching me. He drew out his wand and aimed at me. Here we go, I thought bitterly, waiting for the pain to sink in.

He waved it, without words, casting an Arrow-Shooting Spell at me. He must have added a little something special to it because a burning sensation crawled up my arm, sending us tumbling to the ground. I blacked out, knowing that Harry would save us, and that he would find me in a pool of my own blood, before getting me to the hospital wing.

I knew that a scar would form on my left arm, becoming my pain source, my version of Harry's forehead scar. I knew that when Harry's scar hurt, mine would hurt as well.

I opened my eyes again and saw a mix of colors.

Something was pulled over my head, some sort of blanket. It was then I realized that I was reliving the events of last year's third task of the Triwizard Tournament. I was at the end of the maze under Harry's Invisibility Cloak, waiting and watching for the winner to arrive.

I saw Harry and Cedric at the other end. I felt happy, because that was what I felt, but I really felt dread. Here we go, I thought, grimacing. Harry and Cedric reached out for it at the same time. "Guys hold on!" I called, but neither heard me, for my voice was lost in the powerful winds surrounding us.

I grabbed the Cup as they did, feeling my feet leave the ground. Was this supposed to happen?, I had thought. I felt the ground beneath my feet and looked around under the cloak. We were in a graveyard. Why the hell are we in a graveyard, my old thoughts protested.

Harry and Cedric looked around. I sniggered mentally at Harry's hair. It was so long, it made me glad I had convinced him and the other boys to cut it off. Literally all the boys went through a long hair phase last year. Cedric looked around and asked. "Where are we?" Harry's face paled.

"I've been here before." He whispered. Cedric bent down and looked at the Cup. "The Cup's a Portkey." I wanted to scream at them to grab it and go, but I hadn't so I knew we'd be here a while. A light appeared and my body ran to behind a gravestone.

I watched from my hiding spot as Wormtail, also known as Peter Pettigrew, walked out with an inhumane Voldemort in his arms. "Cedric, run!" Harry yelled, before collapsing in pain from his scar. I winced at my arm's pain, but ignored it. I watched as Cedric raised his wand and called out to the evil man. "Who are you, what do you want?"

"Kill the spare!" A hoarse voice, belonging to Voldemort, ordered. "Avada Kedavra!" Wormtail flailed his wand. Green light shot out and hit Cedric. He crashed to the ground, not breathing and his eyes wide open. I gasped quietly, feeling sick that I had to relive it all over again.

Harry was trapped on a skeleton, its scythe holding him against his will. I watched as Wormtail dropped Voldemort into a boiling cauldron, preparing some sort of potion. But I already knew it was to create him a body.

A bone from the late Tom Riddle was dropped in, then Wormtail walked over and cut off his hand. I held my hand against my mouth to prevent from puking. He used the same dagger to draw cuts into Harry's arm, collecting the blood. He screamed bloody murder (haha puns xD), making me cover my ears.

He dropped the blood into the cauldron, which started to transform in a big, black cloud of...something. Harry stopped screaming when his body started to be visible. I wanted to look away, but my eyes wouldn't tear from the scene.

He stood there and ran his new hands over his bald head. His nose was flat and snake-like, looking like plastic surgery gone horribly wrong. It would've been funny, if he wasn't going to kill both of us, once he found me.

He pressed his hands to his temples, his eyes finally opening. They were blue-green and horrifying to me. He walked forward towards Wormtail. I took this opportunity. "Harry," I whispered, "Harry, can you hear me?"

"Laurel?" He whispered back. "Yeah! I'm here Harry. We're gonna get out of this alive okay?" "Okay. Don't let him see you." He whispered. "I'm wearing your cloak." I could tell he nodded and I went back to watching Wormtail and Voldemort.

I was sitting against the gravestone still, trying not to think about how I was sitting above dead people. I heard a noise from in front of the stone and peeked out. Almost done, I told myself, They're at the meeting part which is close to the end.

I watched, bored, as the meeting with the Death Eaters began. Voldemort talked for a while and was rude to a few people. Yadda, yadda, yadda. Then, finally, Harry was let down, and was being tortured. He ran around to where I was and knocked into me. We both fell to the ground, knocking the Invisibility Cloak off me.

"Oh I'm so happy to see you." Harry grinned. I smiled back weakly. "Okay, here's the plan, I'm gonna go to the Portkey and Cedric's body and you hold off Voldemort, if you don't mind. Then you run over to me and we get back to the Quidditch fields!"

Harry nodded to me and went to face the Dark Lord. I watched as they dueled, the Priori Incantatem confusing both of them, and then Harry ran to me. He used Accio to get the cup to us. I pulled the cloak off and held onto it and Cedric's body. We disappeared in the flash.

But what greeted me was no celebration.

His eyes. That's the first the thing I saw - but I didn't want to see them. Suddenly I could see where we were. We were in Dumbledore's office...for some reason without Dumbledore. I was tied to a chair, my hands, ankles, and waist tied painfully tight to the chair. This was no memory. This was really happening, only in my dreams.

He circled me, his black robes flying, observing my every move. I kept my chin held high, not saying anything. "You," He said venomously, standing in front of me. I grabbed my other hand, trying to stop it from shaking. "You helped Potter that night last year escape from me. You prevented me from killing him that night. You're the one who delayed my plans."

I stayed silent, knowing that speaking would not help me. "Why so quiet you little Mudblood?" He murmured, drawing out his wand. I didn't flinch when he called me that foul name, thanks to Malfoy calling me it so often.

"You're going to tell me where he is." He whispered, leaning towards my face. Instead of scaring me, like he intended, he was only annoying me. Plucking up the courage, I spat in his face, shooting daggers at him. "Let me go." I snarled, resisting the ropes. It did no good but cause my wrists to bleed. I was probably going to have rope burns.

"Well, I guess I'll just have to force it out of you." He disappeared, making me a bit nervous. Pain. I realized he was trying to break into my memories using Legilimency, to see and know what I do. I screeched, again trying to resist the ropes. Dumbledore didn't think that I needed Occlumency, but I was just holding him off.

Eventually he appears in the room again, unsatisfied. "I cannot deny that you are strong. A little too strong. Perhaps it comes with that odd necklace of yours." He draws out his wand again, this time aiming at me. I wished I could've hid my necklace from his sight, I would become weak if he took it from me, it was my source of some of my powers after all. It was a flat silver ring with a hole through the middle, nine Christian fish decorated the ring on both its the flat sides.

Fear bubbled in the pit of my stomach. Was he going to kill me? I gulped hard just as he pointed and said, "Crucio!" I screamed loudly, in pain, feeling the chair tip over as I writhed in pain. "Crucio!" He drawled, inching closer.

I closed my eyes shut, trying to block him out.

Slowly, I looked up to see blue.

Blue? Where am I? I took in my surroundings to find I was in some sort of meadow. The ropes and the chair had thankfully disappeared. There were bright, beautiful flowers, green trees and bushes. Am I in Heaven? "No, child. You aren't dead or in Heaven." A deep, velvety voice answered, causing me to jerk my head and look for my wand, which wasn't there. It was a lion. But a lowercase l didn't seem fitting. He was a Lion.

"Peace child. I'm not here to harm you. I know what you have dreamed about before this." I furrowed my eyebrows, confused on how it's possible He can talk. Of course, I wasn't that surprised. I've seen weirder things than talking Lions. He chuckled and padded towards me. "Anything is possible Daughter of Eve."

I repeated the phrase quietly under my breath until I realized what He meant. "You mean to say that I'm human?" He sat down a few feet away from me, eyeing me curiously with His big golden eyes.

"You didn't think that until now?" I cringed, realizing that I sounded stupid. "No, it's just that no one I know goes around calling each other 'Daughter of Eve' or 'Son of Adam'." The Lion chuckled. "You are very special Laurel, you belong in more than one world."

"How do you know my name and...do you mean what I think you mean...?" I asked, slightly taken aback. "My name is Aslan, at least in this world. In others I'm known as something else. Yes, to answer your second question, I know you are a witch. But in the world we are in now, it is best that you do not call yourself one. For there are some that wield the same powers as you, but not the same values."

"You mean that we're not in England...or anywhere in the world? And that they're Death Eaters where we are?" I asked, remembering my nightmares. "Not Death Eaters, but dark witches. We are in one of my worlds, one that I created. Here is called Narnia."

"Narnia," I parroted, eyeing the surroundings once more. "The reason that I've called you from your dreams is because this will be another world you belong in. Although, this one your friends and family cannot know about. It is only for the chosen ones."

I was confused again. "What about Harry? He's the Chosen One." "He's a different kind of chosen one. He was chosen for the wizard world. You on the other hand are special. Extremely special. You belong in three different worlds, Laurel. Earth, the Wizarding World, and Narnia."

I nodded, taking in all of this information. "So what happens now?" Aslan stood up and motioned me to follow Him. "You see, Narnia is still discovering and is a lot less advanced compared to Earth. For now, I am going to train you to become my General of War and Tactics Advisor. I will need you to train soldiers. It may do you some good if I also teach you the history of Narnia and the war we will be going into in the nearby future,"

I stopped walking and looked at the Lion. "Train me to use weapons like a sword or a bow? Cool!" I grinned, skipping to catch up. "But do you really think that you can train me to teach others?" Aslan smiled at me and nodded. "Without a doubt."

Suddenly, I sat up, panting. I looked around to find myself at the Order of the Phoenix's headquarters, Siruis's old house. It was August and not only that, I wasn't alone. Literally everyone was gathered in the living room, all staring at me.

I tried to slow my breathing, and put a hand to my forehead, which was covered in sweat. Harry and my now eleven year old sister, Eva, were kneeling against the couch on the floor, watching me worriedly. What a horrible year to start your first year at Hogwarts, I thought, watching my little sister push up her purple glasses on the bridge of her nose. "What...what's going on?" I asked, finally catching my breath.

Harry looked at Sirius, then back me. "You were...I dunno talking in your sleep." "Talking? More like yelling at the top of your lungs." Fred joked. Mrs. Weasley shot Fred a look, making him shut up. I felt guilt eating me from the inside. "I'm so sorry. I was um having nightmares." I swallowed, noticing the dirty looks Snape was giving me from his position in the doorway.

"What happened?" Moody pressed, limping forward. I ran my hand through my knotted hair, trying to get a grip on what had happened. I stiffened as I remembered the one with Voldemort. "Um, in one, probably the worst, I...I was tied to a chair. Voldemort was there and he was um wanting answers. He realized that it was me that helped Harry last year in the graveyard. He wasn't in a particularly good mood."

All the adults sat up at the mention of Voldemort. "Go on," Lupin urged. "Um he tried to invade my mind, he couldn't access it though, I tried to block him out. He used the Cruciatus Curse and then that nightmare stopped."

"But there were more." Harry said, stating it rather than asking. I felt bad for disturbing everyone, so I nodded slowly. "Yeah um, I just revisited the whole Chamber of Secrets scar thing in the first. In the second I revisited the whole graveyard scene. That's really it. I'm sorry that I disturbed you all, I'm just gonna go upstairs." I rushed, running out of the room.

As I descended the staircase, I could still hear what they were all saying. "I think we should tell Dumbledore that You-Know-Who's effecting Laurel as well." Mr. Weasley commented quietly, walking back to the dining room. "I agree. If he can get to her, there's no doubt he can get to Harry as well. They both need protection." Sirius said, looking up at the stairwell.

"I'm not so sure about Laurel needing it as much as the boy. She has proven multiple times that she is perfectly capable of taking care of herself, she held off the Dark Lord himself for crying out loud. But we should tell Dumbledore, he'll have the final say." Moody decided, ending that conversation. After listening to everything I need to know, I walked up the stairs to mine and Eva's room.

As I sat down on the bed, pain seeped through my body. I grimaced and rolled up my sleeves to find fresh, painful rope burns. I checked my ankles and waist too to find similar marks. I drew out my wand and used Accio to get small ice bags. I had a feeling that someone saw them, but I brushed the thought off.