I do not own The Chronicles of Narnia... but boy do I wish I did.

I chose to use the movie because Edmund Lucy and Eustace are my favourite characters and I wanted them to be together when they left, which they aren't in the books.

They watched as the water swirled before them, and soon enough they were engulfed by it. They swam upwards, guided by the light that penetrated the clear blue water, until they felt a floor beneath their feet. They sighed as the water seeped out of the room and they found themselves sitting in a room that was most definitely not Narnian. They shared a look of dismay as they stared at the painting on the floor before realising that it lay on a pale cream carpet. Lucy's room wasn't carpeted.

A quick look around the room confirmed their thoughts; they weren't in Lucy's room anymore. The white walls, large mahogany bookcase crammed with books, the oak closet, desk and bed certainly were unrecognisable from Lucy's room.

Pietra's POV

There had been nothing on TV yet again. Oh how day time television bores me. Countless replays of Jeremy Kyle, Coronation Street, Hollyoaks, etc. I found no entertainment in other people's drama. Scrap that, I found no entertainment in drama, full stop. Sigh. Yet another day of lounging around, doing nothing of particular importance. Oh how much longer must I suffer through the torture? Don't get me wrong, I'm not the biggest fan of school, but 6 weeks off is way too long. Especially when you have no friends, read all the books in your room as well as the library and read all the fanfiction you could without getting a headache from staring at the screen too long. Edward was at tennis so it's not like I can go talk to him for the rest of the day.

People say it's weird that I get along with my brother, but he's kind of all I have, excluding Gran. He's known me practically all my life and we've been through a lot together. It's not like we don't argue. About once every couple of months we go absolutely crazy and have an all out row. It never gets physical, but it's enough that we regret every moment of it.

Well there's not much for me to do now, I've just laid on the couch with my eyes closed and listened to music for two hours. I really need to start moving. Maybe I should go to my room and try to sleep for 24 hours. Well that's not gonna happen, I'm not tired at all. Darn, my battery's low. I'll go charge that up, that's thirty seconds I can spend pretending I'm relatively busy.

Off the couch. Ugh, I feel so lazy. Up the stairs. Out of breath by the third, only ten more to go, come on! To the right and into my room.

What the hell!

The door opened and in came a girl with something in her ears and a white cord that led to a strange-looking and rather flat box. Upon seeing three strangers who were sitting in the middle of her room around the painting that was usually hung above her bed, she let out a loud, high-pitched and extremely panicked screech. This caused the three children to instinctively raise their hands to their ears. The girl shrieked again and threw the flat box at Eustace with as much force as she could muster.

"Ow! That hurt!" said the boy. This earned them another shriek.

"Who the hell are you? What the flip are you doing in my room?"

The strangers remained silent and shared a very confused look.

"Pietra! Pietra! What's wrong?" A woman resembling Susan appeared behind the shrieking girl. Except this woman's hair was grey with white streaks that shimmered in the light. She wore black, rounded glasses and her face was wrinkled. There was an air of beauty about the woman that could still be sensed even though her face was twisted into an expression of fear and worry. It was similar to the one Susan wore when her siblings were in trouble.

"Lucy…Edmund…." The old woman began before tears started rolling down her cheeks.

"Um… Excuse me… But do we know you?" asked Lucy. It was an innocent question but it caused the woman to cry even harder.

The girl who was originally shrieking cleared her throat. She stared at the people her grandmother seemed to know. She'd never seen her grandmother cry before; her grandmother always believed crying never helped a situation. This meant one of two things, either that the strangers in her room were very good, or abysmally bad.

"Gran," she began softly, "Who are these people?"

"Pietra, these are my siblings and cousin. Your great aunt and uncles"

"Gran, aren't they a tiny bit young to be your siblings. Just calm down a tad and perhaps re-think that statement"

"I may be 86 but that doesn't mean I'm going mad. I know my family when I see them"

The children where very perplexed as to what was happening. A feeling of realisation washed over Lucy and it all seemed so clear.

" Susan…" said the female stranger before standing and walking towards the old woman. She inspected the woman closely before opening her arms and hugging her. "What happened?"