A/N: This is my first fanfiction story. I just got this idea and couldn't get it out of my head. I hope you like it and I apologize if the British slang is used incorrectly. Enjoy!

Prologue

Hermione's P.O.V.

Why is it that we can never have a peaceful year? This question kept popping up in her head over and over again as they ran away from the Death Eaters. Hermione, Harry and Neville were stumbling through the Department of Mysteries, running into a whole bunch of rooms full of really strange things. As she ran, she wondered where Ron, Ginny and Luna were at and if they were ok.

They entered yet another room followed by two Death Eaters who managed to get through before she could magically lock the door.

"Impedimenta!" both bellowed at the same time. The three friends were flung in the air. Neville crashed against a table, Harry smashed against the wall and Hermione felt herself slam against a bookcase.

As all the books toppled on her, she could hear one of the Death Eaters shouting that they had found them. Before he could reveal their location, she stumbled out of the pile of books and aimed her wand at him.

"Silencio!" The man's mouth kept moving, but no words came out.

"Petrificus Totalus!" she heard Harry yell, and the other Death Eater fell forward stiff as a board on the floor.

She turned to congratulate him when she saw his eyes go wide as saucers looking at something behind her. She vaguely heard him yell out her name, but she was too preoccupied with the Death Eater she had silenced standing behind her, his wand raised in her direction. He had taken his mask off, and on the back of her mind she registered that he was Antonin Dolohov, one of the Death Eaters that had escaped from Azkaban and appeared on the Daily Prophet.

She was more intent, however, on the jet of purple light shooting from his wand and coming at her at a very fast pace. She didn't have time to dodge the curse, much less raise a shield. The only thing she could do was stand there and wonder if this was it, if this was how she was going to die. In the next split-second, the curse reached her and she felt a blinding pain in her chest. Then the world went black.

Peter's P.O.V.

They were in so much trouble. When Edmund had hit the ball and it soared up until it crashed into a window, they all went dead silent. Then the panic started to spread around them and they ran into the house and to the broken window. When they got there, the saw that it wasn't just the window that was broken, no that would have been too easy.

When Mrs. Macready finds us, she'll kill us, he thought as he assessed the damage. Personally, fifteen seemed a bit too early to die.

"Do you figure we could put it together again?" asked Edmund.

He was wondering that himself when he heard steps coming their way. He looked up, and from the expressions on his sibling's faces he gathered he wasn't imagining things.

"It's Mrs. Macready!" squeaked Lucy with a horror-stricken face. It indeed seemed to be her as they heard her calling out to them and asking what was all the ruckus about.

Bloody hell, he thought, we're dead.

All at once, they started to run away from the voice. Unfortunately, she seemed to be everywhere they went, and they couldn't find a hiding place. How does this woman move so fast? he wondered as, yet again, they turned back around since they could hear her coming from in front of them.

Finally, they got to a door that actually opened and they all shuffled in. He closed the door and then turned around.

"You've got to be joking," said Susan, voicing out his thought.

They were standing in an almost bare room except for a huge wardrobe standing on the far side of the room. It was, in fact, the famous wardrobe that was the door to another world. According to Lucy, at least.

"Come on!" shouted Edmund, motioning to enter the wardrobe.

He knew it was a bad idea, but they really did have to escape from Macready. So they all ran into the wardrobe. As he was last, he made sure to not close the door completely and peeked through the tiny crack. He could see the door handle starting to turn. He started moving back and stumbled into one of his siblings. There were a lot of stepped-on-feet, curses and bumping elbows as they all kept moving backwards.

He noticed that it was taking an awfully long time to reach the back of the wardrobe, but he didn't put much thought into it. Suddenly, instead of the soft fur of the coats, he felt something prickly digging on his side. He grabbed it and realized that it was a branch. What the bloody hell?! he thought, but still kept moving towards what would hopefully be the end of the wardrobe. That's when he stumbled against Susan and they both fell backwards into something wet and cold.

It took a moment for him to register that he was sitting on snow. He turned his head around and saw that they were in a forest covered in snow. It was incredibly beautiful, though for some reason he felt as if there was an aura of sadness around the place. The feeling left him a moment later, and he saw Lucy stand up. She turned to look at them with a smug look on her face that was rarely seen on her.

"Do you believe me now?" she drawled.

He smiled at her and got up, wiping the snow from his pants as he did so. He looked at her with a sheepish expression on his face and put his hands in his pockets.

"I don't suppose a sorry is going to be enough for you, is it?" he pleaded.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes she chortled, "No, but this is." She then threw a snowball at him which got him smack on the face. She laughed heartily and then shrieked as Peter threw a snowball right back at her. Thus ensued a huge snowball war between the Pevensie siblings.

It wasn't until Susan hit Edmund with a snowball and he whined about it that Peter remembered what he had done. He marched up to and angrily poked him on the chest with his finger.

"You little liar!" he accused. "You had been here and still called Lucy a liar about this."

"You didn't believe her either!" Edmund sneered, but they both knew it wasn't the same.

"Apologize to Lucy," ordered Peter. Edmund gave him a glare before turning to look at her.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. Peter was about to tell him to apologize properly when Lucy chimed in.

"It's ok," she said, and then turned to Edmund with the smug look again on her face; "little kids just don't know when to stop pretending." Now that's my little sister, throwing his words right back at him.

"Anyway, now that we're here we could explore a little. I know a place not too far that we can go to," Edmund chimed in.

"I think we should go back," said Susan. Not surprising, thought Peter drily.

"Well, I think Lucy should decide," he suggested with a little demanding tone. Lucy beamed at him and that was enough for him.

"We should visit Mr. Tumnus," she said. It took him a moment to remember that he was the faun she had found on her first visit to this place- which apparently is called Narnia. He didn't think there was any harm in visiting this Tumnus fella, they would just go for a little while and then return to the house. With that in mind, he turned to address his brother and sisters.

"Ok, Mr. Tumnus it is then." Lucy squealed and grabbed his hand to drag him with her while she talked about how much we would like the faun. He was just happy that his sister was happy too, so he followed along. Little did he know what awaited all of them.

Hermione's P.O.V.

Hermione felt sore all over, and there was a dull pain in her chest. She couldn't move or make herself open her eyes. The last thing she remembered was Dolohov cursing her and the blinding pain. She wondered if she was dead, or if she would wake up in the infirmary, Harry on the bed next to hers probably much worse for the wear than her. He always seemed to end up like that.

That's when she heard it.

There was a soft murmur, too soft to tell what the voice was saying. It sounded as if it were male, and just hearing it gave her a deep sense of comfort and peace. It was a warm and rich voice that made her forget about the pain in her body. She felt safe.

She strained her ears to try to decipher what the voice was saying. Gradually, it became clearer and clearer until she realized that it was repeating the same word over and over.

Hermione.

Hermione.

She tried to respond to his call, but found that she still couldn't move.

Wake up, dear one, the voice- he- said. She felt a warm and gentle breeze on her face and she was finally able to open her eyes.

She was lying on a clearing in the middle of a forest. All around her were a bunch of little flowers with many different colors, all releasing a sweet aroma that filled her senses. The trees at the edge of the clearing were tall and beautiful, most a rich deep green, but there were a few other trees with different colors scattered around. For a moment, she thought she saw them move with the wind, as if they were dancing. She chalked it up to how disoriented she was when she woke up. She felt the rays of sunlight that filtered through the leaves of the trees and shined upon her.

As she got up, she remembered the voice she had heard when she was still half unconscious. She turned around in circles trying to spot someone hiding behind the trees, but she saw no one.

"Hello?" she yelled. "Is there anyone here?" There was no answer, but she knew that someone must be there, she was sure the voice she heard was not in her head. "I know you're there; please come out!" Still no answer and Hermione was starting to grow frustrated.

She started pacing around the clearing trying to decide if she should risk it and go into the forest. How in the bloody hell did I end up here? Maybe one of the Death Eaters grabbed her and took her here to keep as a prisoner, but even as she thought it she knew that wasn't possible. They weren't stupid enough to leave her untied. Besides, this place is way too cheery for Voldemort, she thought drily. Not only that, she still felt the same peace and safety she had when she first heard the voice. That thought brought her right back to the problem at hand. How did he- because she was sure that voice belonged to a he- know her name? Why would he bother to try and wake her up if he was just going to disappear once she did? She huffed in frustration. Sometimes she hated her curious mind that simply couldn't leave a problem alone.

"Bloody men who can't even show their face," she grumbled, deeply annoyed with not knowing anything about her situation.

She heard a deep chuckle from behind her, and in the split-second it took her to turn around, she recognized it as the voice she had heard. She expected to see a man standing in front of her, but instead she found a huge lion.

As they stared at each other's eyes, the rational part of her brain was screaming to make a run for it, but the reckless part of her brain told her that it was safe to be here, standing in front of a huge lion that could probably swallow her whole. She usually ignored this part and went with the rational one, but it seemed like today wasn't going to be one of those days.

She thought she saw him- for some reason she knew it was a him- smile and wondered if the stress of Hogwarts and of being friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley had finally gotten to her and if she now was nutters. She heard the lion chuckle again and she could have sworn she saw something akin to amusement in his eyes, which seemed to radiate wisdom. For some reason, standing in front of this lion reminded her a lot of Dumbledore.

Then the lion did something which confirmed her previous suspicions about her being nutters.

"Hermione, Daughter of Eve, I welcome you to Narnia."

This was the last time she followed Harry in one of his little adventures.