Disclaimer: Unfortunately I'm still not C.S.Lewis

Authors Note: I was wondering what the professor thought when he found out the full consequence of bringing the White Witch into Narnia so I decided to write it. Reviews would be appreciated.

All that could be heard in the professors' study was the ticking of the clock and the crackling of the fire. The Professor himself sat motionless, leaned back in a large chair, staring into the dancing flames on the hearth.

He didn't really notice the fire, for his thoughts were far away… several decades and a world away. In his mind he traveled back to a tunnel in the rafters, a silent wood, a desolate city and a new world called Narnia.

He hadn't really thought about these things in years, but two weeks ago four children from London came to stay at his home because of the air raids.

At first he had no idea what it would lead to; it was just nice to have children around the house. Then the eldest two had come to talk to him. Apparently the youngest one, Lucy, had claimed she found a magical country. As they told their story he began to realize it must be Narnia.

A few days later all four of the children came to talk with him. They all seemed rather different than when he had last seen them. Perhaps older and wiser. They explained that they had borrowed some of the fur coats in the wardrobe fully intending to put them back but had accidentally left them behind in Narnia. Then they told him the whole story.

Now the Professor was thinking of all they had told him and reliving his own adventure. He thought back to the day when his adventures had began. He was glad that he had found the crack in the garden wall that was big enough for a foothold. He was glad that he had met Polly. He was glad he had gone to Narnia, but he was very sorry to this day that he had struck the bell.

If he could do one thing over again (and there certainly were a good many things he wished he could) it would have been to never have touched that golden hammer, to have never struck the bell. That was what had caused all the trouble really. More trouble than he knew at the time. More than he knew 'til now.

A hundred years of winter… a hundred years of winter without Christmas, Lucy had told him dolefully. It had been such a small thing, just reaching out and tapping that bell and it caused a hundred years of winter.

Who would have thought?

At the time he sort of thought that by getting the apple he had made it all right, but he could see now that a lot of pain had come of his simple action.

As Aslan had said, the hardest had fallen upon himself. He gave his life to defeat evil. The evil that Digory had awakened because he wanted to see what would happen. Aslan had known all that would come of it even then and he had already forgiven him for it too.

His thoughts were interrupted by the clock chiming ten. He sat upright then took out a pen and a sheet of stationary and began to write at the top.

Dear Polly…