Disclaimer: Not in any way whatsoever do I own Chronicles of Narnia. It belongs to C.S. Lewis. Not me.

*Sarah POV*

I felt myself being shaken awake. I opened my eyes to find Sanya there. She looked frantic. As soon as I heard the alarms I grabbed my sister's hand and yelled. "Come on!"

We ran into Ron's room only to see John there already. "Sarah!" We all ran out towards the shelter, and noticed Mum standing at the door. "Come on!"

Ron screamed when a house near us exploded.

Suddenly Sanya dropped her photo of our family and gasped. "Oh no!" She ripped away from my grasp and ran back towards the picture on our doorstep. "Sanya!" I ran to go get her/make her run faster by pulling her behind me.

"Sarah what are you doing?" Mum yelled. Sanya looked at me and yelled. "Sarah!" I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the shelter. When we entered. When we jumped in, John looked angry. When Sanya came close to him, he shoved her onto the floor. "Ow!"

I glared at John. "Why would you do that?"

"She almost killed herself and you! Why be so gentle to her!?"

"Sanya dropped her only photo of us and-"

"Stop arguing!" Mum yelled. "We all should just go to sleep!"

We were silent as I glared at John, and then got into my bunk. Sanya climbed onto her bunk above me. I saw a look of anger and sadness as she passed me. I frowned. Usually John is really gentle and wouldn't have done anything. But make sure we were alright.

'But if you think about it logically, she was being very foolish!' My brother's voice entered my head. I smiled.

The shelter shook slightly and I heard Ron whimper in fear. I frowned and slowly drifted off to sleep.

... (A/N: I'm just going to do it the way Lily does... It's easier. ;))

*Still Sarah POV*

We stood together at the train station, ready to head to the professor's house in the country.

Mum finished putting the label around Ron's neck. She looked at him, sadness in her grey-blue eyes. She hugged him, and I noticed Ron looked on the verge of tears. "I don't want to go!" He whimpered.

Mum put her hands on his shoulders and smiled slightly. "You'll be safe there, honey. You'll meet another family there, I'm sure the Pevensies'll be nice." She stood and moved towards Sanya.

"Will we see each other again?" There was sadness in the brunette's eyes but she kept her face strong.

"I can't promise anything, dear. But I will try and send you and your siblings many letters. Especially on Friday." Sanya smiled. Friday was Sanya's thirteenth birthday. She hugged her mother one last time before Mum's eyes turned to John.

She embraced her eldest son. "Be strong, John. Be strong." She whispered. He nodded and smiled at her as she backed away.

She turned to me and she looked into my eyes. She frowned and hugged me as well. "Sarah, please promise me you'll look after the others." I nodded and pulled away. Mum stepped back and looked at all of us.

She sighed gave each of us a smile. "I will send lots of letters... If I can. Here, each of you take the one with your name on it." She held out four small boxes. I took the one with the name 'Sarah' carved into it. I opened it and found a photo of all of us, including Dad, on christmas. I smiled.

"Thank you Mum." John whispered.

"Your welcome. Now all of you should be getting on the train. Go on." I frowned and took Ron's hand. He looked back, trying to see Mum, but I pulled him along. I leaned down towards him. "It's alright, come on, Ron. It's okay. We'll be fine!"

I stood up straight again. I accidentally bumped into a blonde boy around my age.

"Oh, sorry." I said quietly, blushing slightly. He smiled, even though I noticed sadness in his eyes. "It's fine." And he and his sister continued on, as did Ron and I.

I handed the woman at the door mine and Ron's ticket. I noticed Sanya glance at the woman nervously. I knew why. It was because the woman looked like her teacher from when she was ten. Said teacher had punished Sanya several times for 'hurting' a girl named Laura, who was teasing her and shoving her around. The teacher had favourited Laura, so Sanya was punished so many times, Mum had taken her to another school.

When we entered the train, we immediately ran to an open window large enough for all of us to stick our heads out and wave at Mum, who was near the front of a group of mothers, grandparents, and few fathers.

"Bye!" We called as we waved at our mother when the train began to leave.

"I'll miss you!" Ron shouted.

"Bye Mum!"

As we exited the station, we all walked through the train until we found an empty compartment. I took everyone but John's suitcases, and placed them on a shelf. Sanya sat in the very corner of one of the seats, away from John. She took out her book and began reading.

Ron snuggled up next to me and fell asleep. John and I stared out the window.

...

Soon enough we reached our platform. Only one other family was there... The oldest happened to be the same boy I bumped into earlier.

"Are you... The Pevensies?" John asked.

The boy I met earlier nodded. "You must be, the Redwoods, then?" He asked.

"Yes. I am Sarah, and this is John, Sanya, and Ron."

The oldest female nodded. "My name is Susan. And-"

"I'm Peter, and this is Edmund and Lucy."

Susan glared/sent a confused look at him and we all laughed.

Suddenly we heard the sound of a car approaching and we all grabbed our suitcases and ran down the steps, off the platform.

But the car simply passed, the driver honking their horn at them and waved.

We looked up and down the road, no one still in sight.

"The professor knew we were coming." John looked confused.

"Perhaps we've been incorrectly labeled..." Edmund looked at the tag around his neck.

"Do you really think whoever that was could see our labels from the car?" Sanya raised her eyebrows. Edmund glared at her.

Just then we heard a sound and turned to see a strict looking woman ride up with a horse and carriage. She stopped in front of them.

"Mrs. Macready?" Peter asked slowly.

"I'm afraid so." She frowned. "Is this it then? Haven't you brought anythin' else?"

"No ma'am. It's just us." I said. Lucy and Ron nodded.

"Small favours." Mrs. Macready motioned for us to get in the carriage.