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A/N: Hello, my lovely readers. I'm back and alive! Things are going on well for now, seeing that my graduation is approaching. Therefore, I'm as free as an effing bird:D

So yeah, surprised of my pairing? I know, I know, Dramione will always be in our hearts. I just, you know, thought of this and told myself "Why not?" So here it is, When Two Worlds Collide, which is not only a cross-over between two magical, wonderful worlds but also a pairing of Hermione Granger/Edmund Pevensie. I do remember mentioning this story in one of my A/Ns in "Only a Pretense", though.

Give it a chance? For me? :D

So, here's the first chapter! Enjoy!

Title: When Two Worlds Collide
Author: WickedlyAwesomeMe
Language: English
Form: Multi-Chaptered
Genre: Romance/General
Rating: T, just to be safe
Warning: Mild cussings, mild sex and violence (in later chapters, though)
World: Narnia
Pairing: Edmund Pevensie/Hermione Granger
Summary: A year had already passed ever since the Telmarines were defeated. All was well in Narnia. Until one day, a prophecy was revealed and a certain bushy-haired bookworm found herself lost in a world where magic was… different. What will happen when two worlds collide? HPXNarnia; Edmund/Hermione

When Two Worlds Collide by WickedlyAwesomeMe

Chapter One: A Great Prophecy

"That's ridiculous, Peter!" King Caspian X exclaimed as he glared at the High King, who was equally glaring at him. Stubbornly, Peter sat on his throne, propping his feet up on one of the footrests in front of him. "Why next year when we could marry next week?"

High King Peter the Magnificent released a sigh and once again stood up, starting to pace in front of the Telmarine King. King Edmund the Just, his brother of eighteen, rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness of his big brother.

"Blimey, Pete, it's the two of them who's getting married. Not you," Edmund chided, unfazed when Peter glared at him. It was a well-known fact in Cair Paravel that their High King always hated it when he was reprimanded, especially by his younger siblings.

"Peter, sit down," Queen Susan the Gentle exclaimed in exasperation. "Why do you always interfere in our businesses?"

Peter walked towards his throne and sat down again, sulking. Queen Lucy the Valiant smiled at him for comfort and gripped his right hand. His youngest sister's act did nothing to calm him down. In fact, it irritated him more to see that there was a glint of amusement in Lucy's eyes as she stared up at him.

"Tsk, you lot do love it when you're teaming up against me, huh?" Peter asked with an exasperated sigh. Edmund and Caspian simultaneously smirked while the ladies softly laughed. "All right, fine. Marry each other tomorrow, for all I care. You can do whatever you want because it's none of my bloody business."

"Language, Peter," Susan reprimanded, stretching out her hand for Caspian to take. Her husband-to-be smiled at her and gripped her small hand. She looked at him and smiled, before looking back at her other three siblings. "I'm twenty, for goodness' sake! Well, technically, I'm more than 1300 years old, but that's beside the point!" she exclaimed, seeing the loneliness dawning on their faces. "I think I'm old enough to marry. Mummy got married to Dad when she was eighteen. And besides, getting married to Caspian doesn't mean I'm going away."

Lucy stood up from her throne and walked towards her big sister. She wrapped her arms around her torso and sighed. "You used to think that love was stupid," she pointed out, laughing when Susan blushed. "Remember that bloke before we were called back to Narnia?"

"Who?" Caspian inquired, scandalized.

"Nobody, love," Susan assured him, throwing an inconspicuous glare towards Lucy. "Just someone we encountered when everything was still… normal."

Caspian still looked suspicious, but when Susan stood up on her toes and gave him a kiss on his lips, he smiled.

"Ugh, do they really have to do that every single minute?" Edmund asked, disgusted. Susan stuck out her tongue, which prompted him to role his eyes. "Oi, you two. I know that you love each other very much but for the love of Aslan, please spare us from mentally scarring our minds."

"Always the dramatic, huh?" Susan said, going over to Edmund and to give him a peck on his cheek. "That's my little brother."

"I'm eighteen," he emphasized. "Well, in our world, that is."

Peter then clapped his hands to get their attention. "All right, all right," he said. "Let us stop this nonsense for now and start discussing about your upcoming wedding, Susan and Caspian."

Both Edmund and Susan sat back down on their thrones. Lucy chose to sit on the floor beside Peter's throne, not really minding whether her dress would be soiled or not. Caspian, on the other hand, chose to stand behind Susan, both of his hands on her shoulders.

As the Narnian royalties talked, time passed by quickly.

It was strange, especially to the Pevensie siblings that they were starting to grow accustomed to Narnia again. When they arrived back to Narnia after that incident in the London Underground, it was one of their happiest days in their life but there was this little voice at the back of their heads, telling them this was not permanent.

A lot of things had happened then. Prince Caspian X came into the picture and a war was then waged between the Telmarines and Narnians. It was a bloody fight, especially because it had been years now since Peter had fought in the battle. In the end, they still won and Caspian was able to become the rightful King; traitors, namely Telmarines, were brought to prisons and executed.

A few days after the war between Peter and Miraz, the Pevensie siblings were bracing themselves for another goodbye. Susan was especially distraught among the four, seeing that she had taken a great liking for Prince Caspian. It was more painful because Caspian's feelings for her were mutual, too.

Aslan then brought the news upon the Pevensies that they would not be able to go back to their world anymore. He said that the train that they were riding on to their school had a tragic end, killing everybody who was inside. If they were to go back to their world again, they would die.

Thus, the Pevensies settled themselves in Narnia. With the help of the other Narnians and converted Telmarines, Cair Paravel was repaired. The Kings and Queens of Narnia, plus King Caspian, all together ruled Narnia.

A year had passed now.

All was well.

Or so they thought.

"Hermione, look out!" was Ginny's shrill cry.

Surprised, Hermione ducked and was lucky enough to avoid a hurtling Killing Curse thrown her way. The brunette blindly looked around in the bloody battlefield, trying to look for the she-Weasley to give her thanks, but she was gone.

The Gryffindor panicked and called for Ginny's name. She raced around the field, dodging more spells hither-thither. She tripped over one fallen body and she fell, her body painfully hitting the frozen ground. A groan escaped from her lips and she slowly sat back up, only to freeze upon seeing the immobile body beside her form.

"Ginny," she breathlessly said, bringing her right hand against her mouth. A guttural sob escaped from her mouth and she tightly closed her eyes, her tears profusely leaking down from her eyes. "Oh my god, Ginny," she cried, placing her head on the chest of the dead witch.

She couldn't hear anything.

It took Hermione exactly a minute before she tore herself away from her dead best friend and stood up. She determinedly wiped away her tears and produced more complicated spells from her wand.

She was going to survive this war. For Dumbledore. For Snape. For Ron. For Harry. For Ginny.

And for herself.

A loud knock in the door roused Edmund from his sleep. He blearily opened his eyes and released a groan, rolling over his comfortable bed and burying his head under his plush pillows.

"Edmund!" a muffled voice from outside, the voice he recognized was Lucy's, exclaimed. "Edmund! Wake up! This is an emergency!"

Grumbling, he sat up on his bed and rubbed off the sleep in his eyes. "All right, all right," he said. "Dear Aslan, it is not yet dawn."

Edmund wrapped his robe around his body and stood up. He opened the door and glared at Lucy, but the irritation dissipated away upon seeing the fright and panic on his sister's face. "What is it?"

"Come with me," she blubbered out, tugging his hand. "Peter said it's important."

Confused, Edmund allowed his little sister to drag him to the Throne Room. Once they arrived, the young king was surprised of the spectacle in front of him. Peter was once again pacing, a nervous habit of his, while looking extremely worried. Susan was pale and was sitting on her throne while Caspian tried to comfort her by gripping her hand.

Peter looked up upon hearing their footsteps. When his eyes settled on Edmund, his shoulders sagged because of exhaustion.

The High King then tore his eyes away from him to look at the door. Edmund followed his line of vision and was surprised to see that they were not alone. An old lady, frightened and shivering, stood a few feet from the door. She regarded the royalties with terrified eyes as she slowly took a few steps closer to the lot.

"Who is she?" Edmund asked, frightened himself. Lucy clutched his hand to get his attention.

"She barged into the castle," she whispered to him, her eyes not leaving the old lady. "The soldiers said she had gone barmy, demanding to meet all of us. So, they brought her here and asked all of us to gather. I… I still have no idea what she wanted, though."

Edmund looked back at the old lady and scrutinized her form. There was nothing dangerous about her. She was strange, though, he reckoned. She was exuding this odd ambiance around her, making him think that she was not normal.

'But why is she nervous?' he asked himself, biting his bottom lip as he continued to survey the woman. 'Something's… off.'

"Speak," Peter ordered, and the old lady flinched.

"I apologize, um, High King, um, Peter," she nervously tittered, striding towards them and stopping just a few inches from where Peter was standing. "Any minute now… um, sir. Ooh, I can't believe this is ha - "

Her words died down as her shoulder slumped. She bowed her head and her shivering stopped. Lucy gripped Edmund's arm in fear and, out of instinct, Peter brandished his sword and pointed it towards the lady's position.

Just then, the old lady lifted her head and stared straight into their direction. Her grey eyes had turned entirely white and glossy. Susan released a soft shriek of fright and Lucy completely hid behind his brother's back. Both Edmund and Caspian simultaneously unsheathed their swords and pointed it to her direction.

"Betrayal by the most unlikely," she rasped, her voice different and strange. "Caused by a selfish desire. Will bring back the Ice."

"What are you saying?" Peter demanded, nearing the end of his sword at the woman's face.

"Quiet, Peter!" Susan exclaimed. When her brother looked at her, she explained, "I think what she's saying is important. Listen."

"Turmoil will reign," the woman continued. "Darkness will obscure Light. Until a Daughter of Eve, Princess of the Lions, brought by the Great Fate, fight off the Great Foe. Aided by a Magical Stick, Fire against Ice. But her weapon will falter until the King of the Lions bless her with his hands. The Ice will be back, a Daughter of Eve will arrive. Until then, beware."

The old woman heaved a huge gasp and keeled over. Lucy instinctively ran towards the woman and helped her up.

"LUCY!" Edmund exclaimed, afraid that the lady would hurt his sister.

"Are you quite all right?" Lucy asked, bringing the exhausted woman back to her feet.

The woman opened her eyes, now the normal shade of grey, and eyed Lucy. Her eyes landed on Peter and the others.

"Until then, beware," she whispered, her voice deathly cold. It sent shivers down the spines of the Pevensies and Caspian.

"What was that?" Caspian asked, stepping forward and thrusting his sword. "The thing you said a while ago?"

The old lady broke away from Lucy's grasp, once again looking frightfully at everybody. "Beware," she warned. To the utmost surprise of the five, the lady disappeared into thin air.

Edmund gawked at the place where the lady was standing a few minutes ago. Lucy fell on her knees, shocked beyond comprehension as she stared at her siblings. "Did you see that?" she asked breathlessly, gesturing to the place where the woman had been standing. "She just… she just… poof."

Under normal circumstances, they would have laughed at Lucy's imaginative way of expressing things, but they were too surprised of what had happened.

Susan stood up on her throne and joined the others, a grave expression on her face.

"I think," she started, seeing that she was probably the first one to understand what the lady said. "I… I think we just witnessed a prophecy."

The Second War was coming to a close and the Light Side was losing. Hermione could feel it. The despair of her friends was so thick; it almost suffocated her.

Her eyes were almost blind with tears, dodging more spells hurtled her way. Most of the Order members had been killed by the Death Eaters, bringing the hopelessness in her. The Order was a strong foundation to the Light Side. They were, for lack of a better description, the beacon of hope and light for them. When Dumbledore fell and died, the foundation was shaken but the Order still kept intact and fought harder for their freedom.

'But they're dying,' she cried in her head, spotting Lupin and Tonks not too far away from where she was standing, both lifeless and unmoving. 'We're losing. All of us.'

Hermione hadn't seen Ron and Harry ever since they were separated by a band of Death Eaters. She reckoned it was the third day of the war, but still, there was no sign of either of her best friends.

Ron. They could have been something more. Hermione was so sure that she was in love with him ever since the start of their sixth year. She did not know if he felt the same for her. There were times when he would do things awkwardly around her, making Hermione think that maybe… maybe he felt something, too. They never really had the chance to talk, just the two of them, ever since the war started. All they did was plan about the impending attack of Voldemort and the Death Eaters. And so, with a silent prayer to the heavens above, Hermione swore that if she and Ron were able to get out of this war alive, she would confess to him.

And then, Harry. Oh, Hermione was so proud of him. A lot of things, dreadful ones, had happened to Harry but he continued to be strong. He fought valiantly, unceasingly. Dumbledore's death had strengthened him more and ever since that day, he tried his very hardest to strategize more to defeat Voldemort. There were times, though, when she would catch him crying at night. Those were times when Hermione knew Harry needed some time alone, even if his sobs broke her heart.

A spell whizzed pass her right ear, bringing her back to the present. Hermione stifled a scream as she produced another complicated shield around her form. She started to run, looking for a familiar face just to assure her that she was not fighting alone in this battlefield.

A few more Death Eaters had cursed her. Dolohov was able to give a huge gash of wound on Hermione's arm and leg, making her slightly limp her way across the battlefield. Crabbe Senior had sent her an unfamiliar curse that had almost knocked her off unconscious. Although she was feeling extremely exhausted now, Hermione knew she had to fight on, or else, she would die.

It had been quieter now while the bodies continued to pile up on the ground. The smell of blood mingled with residues of Unforgivable Curses made Hermione nauseous and she had to stop running once just to retch.

The silence had been deafening, and it made Hermione curious as to why the spells had stopped coming her way. Limping quickly around, she was finally able to discover why.

Harry and Voldemort were once again fighting, that strange wand phenomenon happening again because of their wand cores. Watching this fight, Hermione knew that they would lose… that Harry would lose. Tears welled up in her eyes, scared with the fact that she'd be left alone, with no Harry and Ron and Ginny around.

Only the Golden Trio knew that the Light Side will lose in the war. They never told it to anybody, not wanting to frighten their strengthened hearts. Dumbledore had tasked the trio to find the horcruxes and destroy all of them before they would be able to finally defeat Voldemort. There were seven of them, but they never had the chance to find the last one, Slytherin's locket. Thus, no matter how much they fight with Voldemort, he was still invincible.

Harry was slowly getting exhausted and Voldemort's Killing Curse was slowly reaching the unlikely hero. Everybody stood with bated breath, waiting to see the outcome of the prophecy.

"Harry," Hermione whispered, anguished beyond words. The-Boy-Who-Lived seemed to hear her, despite the chaos, and his eyes landed on her.

A resigned smile, which only Hermione was able to see, crossed on Harry's face before his wand arm fell limply back on its place. The Killing Curse had hit him squarely on the chest and he fell.

Dead.

Voldemort released a triumphant shout, followed by his Death Eaters. Some of the members of the Light Side cried at the death of their only hope and Hermione, too disoriented, fell on her knees and mourned for the death of Harry.

The whole Wizarding World lost a hero that night.

Hermione lost a best friend.

A familiar cackle invaded her senses and abruptly, she stood up, her wand pointing towards Bellatrix Lestrange's form.

"Ah, the mudblood," she spat, twirling her wand as she stepped closer to the brunette. "Aww, is the filth crying? Is the filth sad that ickle Potter died?" She laughed maniacally and pointed her wand directly at Hermione's heart. The brunette, not really having the heart to fight now, closed her eyes and waited for her impending death.

"Don't worry, sweetie, you'll be with him soon," Bellatrix continued. Raising her wand, she boomed, "Avada Kedavra."

It had hit Hermione's chest and she gasped. Before Death completely welcomed her in his arms, Hermione saw an image of a lion.

And then, everything turned black.

A/N: *nervously smiles* How was it? Do you like it so far? Please tell me in your reviews.

Okay, just some clarifications, though. Just because I wrote this doesn't mean I'm not writing any Dramione stories anymore. Truth be told, I'm also in the process of finishing another Dramione fic. I just finished this whole thing first before I'll go back to writing my Dramione fic.

Well, I'm not really sure if you'll all be open with this new idea of mine. Most of you are my Dramione readers and now that I've written something different, I honestly think some won't even bother to read. Again, give it a chance? For me? *insert puppy dog eyes here* I've spent sleepless nights over this fic, turned mushy over the Edmione (LOL, I MADE A NEW SHIPPING NAME… Doesn't sound as good as Dramione but what the hell?), and even thought that Edmund effing Pevensie is wonderful.

So yes, I'll stop here from now. Like what I did in OaP, I've already written all of the chapters but this story still needs a lot of editing, mostly of my grammar and word usage. SO, ANYONE OUT THERE WHO WANTS TO BE MY BETA? Tell me in your reviews or PM me :D

Speaking of "Only a Pretense", I fervently thank all those who still review this story of mine despite it being done a few months ago. It makes me happy that people still notices it!

Anyway, so I guess I must end this A/N for now. HONESTLY PEOPLE, I missed you so. Lol, just wanted to say that.

'Til the next chapter of WTWC!

With love,
WickedlyAwesomeMe

P.S. I'll update every Friday or earlier! Depending on my schedule. Again, BETA-READER? ANYONE? :D