Hey guys! Hope you guys like this one! It's my newest, so make sure to review!

Just so you know, the idea isn't mine exactly. It actually belongs to Shantel Lukasik, and her story 'My Everlasting Support'. Here's a big thanks to her!

Now go and read the story!

Disclaimer: Susan, Peter, Edmund, and Lucy belong to C.S. Lewis, the idea belongs to Shantel Lukasik, and the Hughes siblings belong to me!

Marie Hughes looked around the crowded train station that she was standing in the middle of. Every once in a while her shoulder-length, raven colored hair would get into her face and she would sigh, annoyed.

Finally, after about five annoyed sighs had erupted from her mouth, Marie's older brother, Thomas, took a pink hair ribbon from his pocket that he had put there earlier, knowing that something like this would most likely happen to either she or their sister Diane, as it always did. He then put her hair up for her, to which he got a grateful smile from his younger sibling.

The Hughes siblings consisted of two boys and two girls: Thomas, the oldest at thirteen, had dark brown hair and sky blue eyes, and was often seen as immature by people outside the family because of the many jokes he made, though when danger was about he could become very mature and was the protector of his siblings; Diane was the second eldest at twelve and had long, thick, raven-colored hair paired with piercing gray eyes that seemed to see through all of her sibling's mischief, much to their chagrin, and she was seen as the most responsible of the four by other people. However, her siblings found that when she wanted to she could be very mischievous, as had been proved many a time when she took revenge on her siblings; Marie was the second youngest sibling at age ten, and looked very much like Diane with raven hair and grey eyes, only her eyes had a blue tent to them and she was often found disagreeable among other people because she kept to herself mostly and was very shy, though she was often the peace keeper of the family; Anthony was the youngest at age eight and very bright and curious for his age. He had dark brown hair like Thomas's, though his eyes were green instead of blue or grey like his other siblings.

At the moment, the four siblings were standing in front of the train while they waited to be let on. Diane gave the ticket lady their tickets and then walked with her siblings to the car they had been assigned. In the background their aunt waved to them and shouted her goodbyes. Their uncle and father were off in the war, and their mother was a nurse overseas, so none of them were home.

The compartment they had been assigned to would also hold another family, they had been told. This other family of children would live with them at the Professor's house when they got there. It also consisted of two boys and two girls, and they were supposed to be roughly the same ages as the Hughes'.

The siblings walked to their compartment, each of them anticipating meeting their new roommates.

When they walked in, the other family was already there. In the compartment there were two girls and two boys of about the same age as the Hughes. The oldest was a boy of Thomas' age, and he had golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He looked like the responsible one of the group, and had the air of a leader on him; the second eldest was a girl and she had simple brown hair and light grey eyes, and she looked the know-it-all of the group, but also had a sort of bossy air on her; the third child was a boy and had dark hair with blue eyes, and he looked unhappy. He seemed to be whining with his eyes, though he didn't utter a word; the last child was a little girl and she was smiling happily as she held on to the oldest boy's hand, looking around her curiously. She seemed to be on an adventure, as if she couldn't be happier in the current situation.

The Hughes siblings stopped in the doorway as they looked into the room for a second, unsure of what to do. Finally, Diane walked in and cleared her throat to get the other family's siblings. "Hello," she said once she had their attention. "Are you the other family that's staying with the Professor for a while?"

"Yes," said the oldest boy, holding out his hand to her. "My name is Peter Pevensie, and these are my younger siblings Susan, Edmund, and Lucy. And you are?" "My name is Diane Hughes," she said, shaking his hand. "And these are my siblings, my older brother Thomas, and my younger brother Anthony, and my younger sister Marie. It's nice to meet you. One by one her siblings shook hands with the Pevensies before putting their bags up and sitting down. Peter and Thomas sat next to each other, across from Susan and Diane, and Marie and Edmund sat next to Peter and Thomas, across from Lucy and Anthony.

Peter and Thomas seemed to make fast friends, talking about the war and what they would do if they were allowed to go there. This action promptly got both of the older girls to shush their brothers and tell them to stop speaking of such things. Thus the girls became friends as well, and began talking about how hard it was to "rain in silly brothers".

The youngest siblings made friends quickly, and began talking of what adventures they would have when they got to the Professor's house. Pretty soon the whole car was filled with conversation and friendly laughter. The only two children that weren't talking were Edmund and Marie, and they were just happy with that fact.

But the younger children weren't. "Marie," said Lucy. "What should you like to do when we get there?" "I don't know," said Marie quietly. "I don't really like adventures much. I would prefer just a quiet stay thank you." The younger girl frowned for a moment before she smiled again. "And you Edmund?" she asked.

"There won't be any adventures, Lucy," he said unhappily. "There aren't any adventures to be had so far out in the country. There are almost no people out there!" "Now Edmund," said Anthony. "You can't really mean that! There are animals, and it's a big house. There has to be some sort of adventure to be had."

"Of course there isn't Anthony," said Edmund. "No matter how big the house is, there can't be any adventures to be had hiding away while the grown-ups are at home helping the people fighting the war. Those people are having the real adventure, while meanwhile we're at home hiding away from anything that might even give us a scratch."

(Sorry if I don't do a good job portraying Edmund and Marie, but honestly I don't usually write characters like them.)

"Now Edmund," said Marie. "It'll be alright. We don't have to fight over it. Anthony, why don't you be a good little boy and just play with Lucy? Then Edmund and I can go back to being quiet and we can all be just fine."

Marie, though the quiet one, was often the peacemaker of the family and very rarely raised her voice at her siblings or was mean to anyone. People only found her disagreeable because she was often very shy and quiet when people talked to her or about her.

After that, the younger children went back to their conversation and Edmund and Marie became quiet again. If you looked closely at Edmund, however, you could tell that he was unconsciously scooting just a little bit closer to Marie than he was before…

The children woke up the next morning fairly early. They were almost to their stop, and they didn't want to miss it because they slept late. The oldest siblings woke up first, and then slowly began to wake the rest of them up.

Around nine in the morning they made it to their stop. The children were brought off of the train and put onto the side of the tracks to wait for someone to come get them. Not long later, a wagon came up the road, an old lady sitting in the driver's seat.

"Mrs. Macready?" asked Peter when she had stopped in front of them. "I'm afraid so," said the lady, disdain in her voice. She looked at the few bags each child carried. "Is this it then?" she asked. "Haven't you brought anything else?" "No ma'am," said Thomas. "It's just us."

Lucy and Anthony exchanged a look. This was not the kind of person they had expected to come and get them. "Small favors," Mrs. Macready murmured. She pointed them to sit in the back of the carriage and they were off. The ride wasn't very long, and soon enough they were at the house.

Mrs. Macready pointed them inside, and as they walked in the door she began speaking to them sternly. "Professor Kirke is not accustomed to havin' children in this house," she said. "And as such there are a few rules we need to follow. There will be no shoutin', or runnin'. No improper use of the dumbwaiter."

The children walked past a bunch of pieces of art, including a bust of a woman, and Marie felt inclined to touch it, but just as she was about to do so, Mrs. Macready turned around and spotted her. The woman's face got an indignant expression.

"No touchin' of the historical artifacts!" she shouted. Marie put her hand down and all of the children looked at each other and Marie tried her best to not shrink back at the volume of the woman's words. "And above all," continued Macready. "There shall be no disturbin' of the Professor."

Macready led them to their rooms, and then left so that they could all get settled in. They all got their own rooms, much to their relief, and soon they had all gotten unpacked.

The rest of the night it rained, and the next day the children found that they had nothing to do. They all sat in the sitting room, Peter and Thomas playing a word trivia game with Susan and Diane, Marie reading a book, Lucy and Anthony having a staring contest (which often broke them out in giggles), and Edmund busily trying to carve his name into a chair.

"I'm bored!" cried Edmund, who had just finished his carving.

"We could always play hide and seek," said Lucy hopefully. Marie shut her book to listen to what was going on, Edmund looked up at his sister from his place still under the chair, and the others looked over at her. Lucy walked over to her brother and looked at him, smiling.

"But we're already having so much fun," said Peter, looking away from her to avoid puppy dog eyes that he knew were coming. Susan sighed, annoyed. "Come on Peter," said Anthony. "Please." Diane and Peter exchanged a look. "Pretty please?" asked Lucy quietly, giving him her best puppy dog eyes.

Peter sighed. "One, two, three, four…"

"What?" exclaimed Edmund. He and the rest of the children hurriedly began hiding anyway, though.

"Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven…"

Susan fled to an empty box in one of the hallways; Edmund hid behind a curtain with Marie; and Thomas went into a random room and hid behind the door.

"Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven…"

Anthony and Lucy walked into a spare room, trying to find a hiding place, and inside they found something very big under a tarp. They walked in slowly and, seeing as there might be somewhere they could hide under the tarp, they each grabbed one corner of it and pulled.

Under the tarp they found a wardrobe seemingly made of a very fine wood. It was very large and very pretty, so they decided to go in. They opened up the big oak doors and walked inside, hearing Peter's voice. They smiled at each other as they walked backward, expecting at any moment to hit the back wall.

Their hands brushed something prickly, and they noticed that suddenly the air seemed a bit colder.

They turned around, surprised, and what met their eyes brought grins to both their faces.

There was a big forest behind them, completely covered in snow. Trees were everywhere, and there was almost nothing but snow and trees anywhere. It looked absolutely beautiful, but it was puzzling at the same time. It was summer, so why was it snowing?

They walked through the woods further until they met yet another strange sight in the very middle of the forest, there was a lamppost. They looked confusedly at it for a moment before they heard a noise from behind them. Lucy whipped around to look that way, but before she could the noise moved to the other side of her, and Anthony turned that way.

They turned to look at each other before finding where the noise was coming from and moving that way. They turned around and found behind them, carrying bunches of packages and an umbrella, was a faun. Both children screamed, and the faun, who hadn't seen them yet, shouted as well before dropping his packages and hiding behind a tree. The children hid themselves behind the lamppost.

They peeked out a moment later curiously, and then stepped over so that they could see the faun. "It's alright," Lucy said when the faun still didn't come out. "We don't bite." The faun came out hesitantly and looked for a moment at the two of them before he bent down to pick up his packages. The two of them also stooped down to help him.

"Were you hiding from us?" asked Anthony when all the packages had been picked up and given back to the fawn. "No," said the faun. "Uh, well- I just- I- No. No. I-I-I just- I was just, um- I didn't want to scare you." Lucy giggled at his stuttering.

"If you don't mind my asking," the faun said, smiling. "What are you? You must be some sort of beardless dwarves?" "We're not dwarves!" said Lucy. "I'm a girl, and he's a boy." "And," said Anthony. "I'm tallest in my class." "You mean to say," said the faun, flustered. "That you're a daughter of Eve and son of Adam?"

"My mother's name is Helen," said Lucy uncertainly.

"Yes," said the faun. "But you are in fact human." "Yes," said Anthony. "Of course we are." "What are you doing here?" the faun asked. "Well," said Anthony. "We were hiding in the wardrobe in the spare room and-" "Spare Oom?" said the faun. "Is that in Narnia?"

"Narnia?" asked Lucy. "What's that?"

The faun laughed. "Well dear girl you're in it!" he said. "Everything from the lamppost all the way to Castle Cair Paravel on the Eastern Ocean, every stick and stone you see, every icicle, is Narnia." The children looked at each other. "This is an awfully big wardrobe," said Anthony. Lucy nodded, stunned.

"War Drobe?" asked the faun incredulously. "I'm sorry, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Tumnus." "Pleased to meet you mister Tumnus," said Anthony, grinning. "I'm Lucy Pevensie." "And I am Anthony Hughes," said Anthony. The children held out their hands to the faun, who just looked at them weirdly.

"Oh," said Anthony. "You shake it." "Uh," said Tumnus. "Why?" The children exchanged another strange look, as though asking each other. "I don't know," said Anthony incredulously. "People do it when they meet each other." Tumnus looked at them strangely again before taking their hands and shaking them.

"Well then," he said. "Lucy Pevensie and Anthony Hughes, from the shining city of War Drobe in the wondrous land of Spare Oom, how would it be if you came and had tea with me?" "Well thank you very much," said Lucy. "But we really must be getting back," finished Anthony.

"Please," said Tumnus. "It's only just around the corner. And there'll be a glorious fire with toast and tea and cakes. And perhaps we'll even break into the sardines." "I don't know," said Anthony. "Please?" asked Tumnus. "It's not every day I get to make a new friend, and especially not two."

Lucy looked over at Anthony, who nodded. "Well," she said. "I suppose we could come for a little while. If you have sardines." "By the bucket load," said Tumnus, smiling. Lucy and Anthony got under his umbrella with him and they all started walking. Neither noticed when he looked nervously behind them, as though expecting someone to be watching.

It was several hours later, in the middle of the night. The youngest children had claimed to have gone to Narnia twice in the last twelve hours, and the last time they had sworn that Edmund had gone as well, but had no proof to provide on the subject. They had had their meltdown, and the professor had already talked to the older siblings. Now they were all lying down in bed.

Diane was lying in her bed as she thought. Her little brother wasn't known to lie. He almost never did anything wrong, let alone lie. She didn't know about the others, but she didn't think that the little girl Lucy would either. So what could have gone on? This magical land couldn't actually be real could it?

Of course not.

So? What'd you think? Review maybe? Just a little? Awesome!

The next chapter should be out in one week, on Wednesday just the same as my other story. I update once a week, and I choose Wednesday as my update day. I hope you all like this story, and I hope you'll all review as this is the first time I've ever tried something like this.