The Potter's

So, I don't own Harry Potter or the Chronicles of Narnia...Damn.

Summary: Reincarnations a funny thing. It certainly is for the Pevensie children. In a turn of events, they didn't return to the train station after meeting Prince Caspian. They didn't even return to the England of their time.

Notes:

Lily, James, the other Maurders, and Snape were born six years before they actually were in this story.

Peter Pevensie/Peter Sirius Potter-b. 1974-Red Hair, Hazel Eyes

Susan Pevensie/Susan Petunia Potter-b. 1975-Red Hair, Hazel Eyes

Edmund Pevensie/Edmund Remus Potter-b. 1977-Black Hair, Hazel Eyes

Lucy Pevensie/Lucy Lily Potter-b. 1979-Red Hair, Green Eyes

Harry James Potter-31 July, 1980-Black Hair, Green Eyes

Be aware of language as this story continues, just to be safe.

31 October, 1981

Lily Potter had never imagined having five children, but she did. She had just been 20 when she had Peter, 21 when Susan came along, 23 when she had Edmund, 25 for Lucy, and 26 when Harry was born.

She was 27 and content with her family. Well, as content as she could be. She, after all, was hiding from You-Know-Who because he was after her family.

It was a quiet morning, something that Lily knew wouldn't last. Not when she lived in a house with five children all under the age of 8 and James Potter, who had moments where their youngest daughter was more mature then he was. And Lucy Potter was in her terrible two's.

Out of James and Lily's five children, only Edmund and Harry had their father's black hair, while Peter, Susan, and Lucy all had their mother's red hair. Lucy and Harry had Lily's green eyes, while Peter, Susan, and Edmund had their father's hazel eye color.

Out of their five children, Harry was the one who looked the most like James, while Susan was the one who looked the most like Lily. Ironically, the only thing that kept the two from being completely identical to their parents was their eye color.

Her children all had personalities of their own, Lily mused as she made breakfast.

She saw Peter, who was just as impulsive and temperamental as James could sometimes be, arguing with Edmund, who was, despite his age, wiser with his actions and words. Lily, to the horror of her husband, sometimes joked that Peter was a much as a Gryffindor as Edmund was a Slytherin.

Lily's two daughters, Susan and Lucy were also day and night when it came to their personalities. Susan was more practical in her thinking in comparison to Lucy, who told the most imaginative stories Lily had ever heard, even for her age. It was James who had once joked that Susan would be the one in Ravenclaw blue and bronze due to her more logical thinking, while Lucy would be in Hufflepuff, due to her cheerful nature and natural kind-heartedness.

Lily found Harry more difficult though, considering he was only a year old, she didn't expect to see much of his personality come out yet. Though, she knew that he was going to be Quidditch star. Petunia's now broken vase and the cat were proof of that. James was very proud of that.

"You know, I think we're going to have to barter off a couple of kids," James said to his wife the moment he came in.

Lily looked at her husband. "What are we getting in return?"

"A few hours of peace."

Lily smiles at this. "And here I was thinking that you enjoyed being a father to five very different children."

James smiles back. "I do, I really do, but I take offense when our 4-year-old can already kick my ass in chess."

"Language!" James and Lily hear from Susan, causing them to laugh at this.

It's a quiet night. Lily wouldn't dare say it was too quiet of course. Not when children can be heard outside, trick-or-treating, or her own children indoors, listening to another one of Lucy's wild stories.

"And Aslan carried the two girls on his back!" The little girl proclaimed, though her words were more jumbled and came out mispronounced in some cases. She was standing on the armchair that rested near the fireplace. An old wardrobe was behind her. Lily had to talk to James about getting rid of that old thing, the only usage it had was in collecting dust.

Leave it to James to find it at that moment to give off a roar that sounded more like a dying animal than a magical lion as he plucked Lucy up from her spot. The toddler giggled as her father started to swing her and Edmund, who was closest, around the room.

As Lily held onto a wide-awake Harry, James went by the window, making sure that nothing seemed out of place. Edmund and Lucy were still in his arms, unaware of the nature of their father's walk to the window. Lily and James had made it a very clear rule for their children, never go near a window unless you needed to jump out of it. Not the best rule they could give, but thankfully none of her children had any desire of jumping out of any window. Especially after James had told them a misinformed version of Rapunzel.

What was once a happy, carefree moment for Lucy Potter, it suddenly made her want to cry. She was in her father's arms, along with her big brother, Edmund. She heard her father yelling out to her mother, who had fled up the stairs with baby Harry in her arms. Peter and Susan followed their mother, running up with loud thumps against the staircase.

Lucy started to cry as Daddy quickly rushed her and Edmund over to the old wardrobe. She didn't like this wardrobe, it wasn't like the one she saw in her dreams and sometimes told in her stories.

Daddy sets Lucy and Edmund inside the wardrobe. Lucy latches onto her father's arm, but he gently pulls away.

"I love you both very much," Daddy tells his middle son and youngest daughter. He wipes Lucy's tears and ruffles up Edmund's black hair. The little boy looks like he's going to cry, but doesn't. "Look after your sister for me, Eddie."

The little boy only nods at his father as he starts to hug his little sister. Unlike Lucy, Edmund knows more about what's going on, despite neither Lily or James telling the boy why they suddenly couldn't go outside or visit Uncle Sirius.

Before either child could object, their father was gone, the wardrobe was closed and the front door of the Potter cottage had been blown apart by the Dark Lord.

Edmund shouldn't be looking through the tiny crack in the wardrobe, but he does. He saw a man wearing a long, dark robe standing in front of his father, who didn't have his wand on him.

Keeping Lucy as far as he could from the crack in the wardrobe, Edmund watched as the man in the dark robes raised his wand at his father. Edmund quickly covered his sister's mouth was one hand and his own mouth with the other.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Edmund watched in silent horror as his vision suddenly became filled with a green light. He saw his father fall to the ground. He wasn't moving, and that scared Edmund. While Lucy was already crying, Edmund didn't cry until he heard someone walk up the stairs.

Before Edmund could completely process what had just happened, there were two more flashes of the ugly, horrifying green light. Only, the second time was different. The cottage gave a terrifying shake, as though it was an earthquake that only affected the Potter home.

It wasn't until everything went still did Edmund open the wardrobe doors. Despite the girl being heavy to Edmund, he picked up his little sister, who wrapped her arms around his neck and hid her face in his shoulder.

Edmund couldn't help but stare at his father's lifeless body, his dead hazel eyes bore into his live ones. He maneuvered himself so Lucy didn't have the chance to see their father as he quietly walked up the stairs.

The door to Harry's room was loose on its hinges. That was the first thing Edmund noticed when he got up the stairs.

"Peter? Susan?" Edmund called out as he placed his little sister on the ground. She clung onto him like glue. "Mummy?"

The two Potter siblings heard a noise. Peter was opening his door, he and Susan stuck their heads out. They both, like Edmund and Lucy, had been crying.

The four children soon realize that their mother hadn't come out from her hiding.

Instinctively, Edmund went straight for the nursery, which was Harry's room. Edmund shared a room with Peter, while Susan and Lucy shared one.

Peter enters the room first, but before he could stop them, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy followed in.

Their mother was lying on her stomach, her dead green eyes bore up at her four oldest children. Nearby, there was a heap of a dark cloak on the ground, but only Edmund noticed this.

Peter, after coming to his senses, ran over to Harry's cot. Edmund walked over to the heap of clothing as Peter picked up Harry, who now had a bleeding lightning-bolt scar on his forehead.

He was alive.

Edmund saw the wand near the discarded cloak. Looking back at his siblings, who hadn't said a word yet, Edmund only had one thought in his mind, but he didn't know where it came from.

With shaking hands, the boy picked up the wand and snapped it in half.

He suddenly remembered a dream where he had broken another wand, but he had been much older and it had been with a sword. It confused him, the dream, but it also scared him as well. Dreams shouldn't feel real, but that one did.

Nightmares shouldn't be real, but he's living one right now. He not asleep though, he knows that.

And that's the scariest thing at the moment.

It didn't take long for the Potter siblings to be found.

Unfortunately, their nightmare only continued once they arrived at their Aunt Petunia's home.

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