Sloth: Go ahead. Say it. I'm a douche. I make you guys wait for months on end and for what? Two pages. I'm real sorry about that guys but I couldn't think of anything. I'll try better next time. Until then enjoy.

Disclaimer. :Me no own Harry Potter of Narnia.

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"Run!"

"This way."

"She's coming that way!"

"Over here!"

Everyone was in a state of panic. And why shouldn't they? A simple game of cricket had gone terribly wrong faster than anyone could say quidditch. Face it, Ron Weasley might be a good chaser, but when it comes to cricket…well lets just say he would make a fine beater. After all, it took a lot of skill to knock the ball into a stain glass window on the sixth floor of a mansion you know. And it takes greater skill for hitting the ball through a window and through a door. Which was exactly why the eight quests were practically running for their lives from Mrs. Macready.

It seemed where ever they turned, they could hear Macready's heavy footsteps on the old wooden floorboards. Left, right, up ahead, behind. It was almost as if there was more than one Macready in the blasted place. Just as they were at their last leg, Lucy turned a corner and stopped at a door.

"In here quickly." The others followed, not really wanting to get caught. Hiding right now and taking the consequences later sounded like a much better plan than getting caught and yelled at. However, when they discovered the "magical" wardrobe standing at the far end of the wall, they started to get second thought.

"Oh come on Lucy now's not the time," Peter begged. However Lucy would hear of it.

"Come on," she said, pulling the door open and waving to the others to follow. "Inside. Quickly." Ginny was the first to follow Lucy inside the wardrobe. The others stayed behind.

"I really don't think that all of us will even fit in there," Susan protested. The sound of Macready's heavy footsteps got louder. "Then again it couldn't hurt to try now can it?" In one swell swoop, all six preteens dashed into the wardrobe, trying to fit in as best they could. They continued to step back, away from the door. That of course led to a big mess and people step over each other.

"Ow! That was my foot."

"Quiet!"

"Ow, Edmund."

"Sorry mate."

"Harry!"

"Sorry!"

"Be careful back there."

"Who keeps poking me?"

No one knew who fell first. All that they really knew was that as soon as one of them fell over, so did everyone else. Their backs meeting with something cold and wet.

"Is everyone ok?" Peter asked. He looked around at the sprawled group. Ron was laying face down in the snow. Hermione had fallen over a piece of log with Susan on the ground not too far from her. Edmund was trying to get up and steady himself in the snow and Harry just sat there staring at the white powder. Then realization dawned. Where the bloody hell did all this snow come from?!

"Is anyone else seeing this?" Peter asked.

"This is impossible." Hermione said as she sat up.

"This can't be real." Susan started, "can it? I mean a snow covered forest. In a wardrobe."

"I don't want to say we told you but…" All six turned to find Lucy and Ginny standing confidently and proudly down at them. "We told you so," they said in unison. Peter gave them a small smile.

"You were right. Forgive us?"

"What do you think Ginny? Should we?"

"Hmm, I don't know Lucy." That's when the snowballs started flying. The first one was from Lucy, who managed to hit her oldest brother in the chest. Ginny followed it up with two more, hitting her own brother in the shoulder and Edmund in the back of the head. It didn't take long for the others to start throwing snowballs at each other. Laughter started to fill the air, the eight kids enjoying themselves greatly. After such a rough few days, it was nice to actually get along. Well, that was until Edmund got a face full of snowballs and started complaining.

"You little liar," Peter said venomously, rushing over to his brother. Edmund, seeing the approaching figure of an obviously peeved Peter, quickly took cover behind Ron.

"Don't bring me into this mate."

"I didn't do anything Peter," Edmund said, ignoring Ron.

"You said you didn't know what the girls were talking about. You've obviously been here before."

"Peter leave him alone."

"Back off Granger."

"Or what? You're going to leave me stranded in the woods again?"

"Oh don't you try to pull that one on me Hermione."

Well it seemed one problem was diverted and a new one arise. Edmund was just glad someone was able to go toe to toe with Peter.

"Um, pardon me," Harry started, trying desperately to prevent the two from going from arguing to fist fight. He saw Hermione punch Malfoy once and as funny as it was, he'd rather not have Peter feel her wrath. "but I do believe we need a plan. I mean, we're in a snow covered forest inside of a wardrobe. Last I check that's not natural."

"I agree with Harry." Susan said, "let's just try to find our way back. I'm sure we came…from somewhere."

"Can we go see Mr. Tumnus?" Ginny suddenly asked.

"Oh can we please?" Lucy added. The older children stared at the two. What were they to say? Peter sighed, his mood changing from sour to sweet. He just couldn't say no to sweet little Lucy.

"Alright. We'll go see Mr. Tumnus." Lucy cheered and embraced her brother.

"We better bundle up first." Harry said, drawing everyone's attention. At first they didn't see him, but as soon as he walked out from a mass of trees, it was clear he had done some exploring. Susan noticed the boy was carrying a bundle of fur coats.

"Where did you find those?" she asked him.

"There's a bunch of them over pass those trees. Here." He handed the girl a light brown coat and she accepted it. Peter got up and helped the raven haired boy gather and pass out coats. When Edmund complained about his coat being a woman's coat, Ron switched with him.

"Thanks."

"No problem mate. I know what's it like to be picked on by older brothers." Edmund smiled at the older red head. Well at least it looked like he had one friend in this group of wacky kids. Soon they were following Ginny and Lucy to where they would meet this Mr. Tumnus. As they started to head out, Hermione got close to Harry and Ron.

"Is it just me, or are two getting a odd feeling about this place too?"

"It's not just you," Harry whispered, "I mean, you don't just walk into a wardrobe and come into a whole forest. I don't even think that's possible for Hogwarts."

"Well whatever the case," Ron began. He pulled out his wand, brandishing it for them to see. "if something happens we'll be ready."

"Wrong you know your not allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts. We're under age." Hermione hissed.

"I don't think it really counts in this place Hermione. Besides, what if something comes at us?"

"Well how are we going to explain things to the Pevensies once we start using our wands? Their muggles."

"Muggles that are now inside a world inside a wardrobe," Harry added. "I don't think using magic in front of them will scare them off now anyways."

"Oi, are you three coming or not?" Edmund's loud voice hollered.

"We're coming!" Ron shouted in return. After that, all conversation ceased until the eight of them reached Mr. Tumnus' house, where it seemed as if a tornado had just hit.

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Sloth: I promise things will get exciting next chapter. I just have so many ideas for different crossovers. Well anyways, look out for the first part of a long series called Hell Ride. It'll a crossover between multiple series, but it'll start of with Supernatural and Life with Derek, two of my favorite shows. It'll later progress into crossing over into multiple series including Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Charmed, Angel, Bones, Reaper, Suite Life with Cody, HSM, and more.

Series begins with the story titled "Winchesters in London."