Disclaimer: I do not claim to own any characters or settings in this story. Narnia belongs to C.S. Lewis (or his estate, I suppose) and Harry Potter to the great J.K. Rowling.

A/N: Greetings everyone! This story is a Narnia/Harry Potter crossover. The Narnian part is mostly inspired by the movies - though it will take into account events that occur during Horse and His Boy. Harry Potter is book-canon. The majority of this story will take place in Narnia and revolve around the Pevensies and Hermione.

This story takes place during the Golden Age in Narnia and Post-War in Harry Potter. Hr/R, H/G, eventual Hermione/Edmund. Also, the T rating is really "just in case." I hope you'll enjoy and please drop a review after you've finished if you have a moment!

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It was a Monday evening in early October and Hermione Granger sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Half of her attention was on her dinner and half on her copy of Advanced Potion Making that she had opened and propped up against an empty pitcher that had been full of pumpkin juice. She'd read the book many times by now, of course, but she was re-reading the section on Blood Replenishers for the essay Slughorn had assigned to the seventh years that day.

"Er…Hermione?"

Hermione finished the line she was reading and looked up to see a fourth year Gryffindor who she vaguely remembered was called Calvin.

When he had her attention he sighed deeply and said, "So this is really embarrassing and I'm sorry, but my mother won't leave me alone unless I ask you to autograph this for her."

He said this in a rush and then held out a newspaper clipping with a photo of her, Harry, and Ron at the Ministry. "Sorry," he said again. "Would you mind?"

She smiled, feeling bad for him. "No, no, it's fine," she said. She reached into her bag and managed to find quill and ink. She took the paper and signed her name across it.

"There you go," she said, handing it back.

Calvin sighed again. "Thanks. Really, I can't tell you how annoying my mum's been."

He left to go back to his friends at the other end of the table and she returned to reading.

"Hey."

Hermione glanced up from her book as a tired-looking and rather sweaty Ginny Weasley plopped down on the bench beside her. She'd obviously just come from quidditch practice. Hermione hadn't seen Ginny much at all since she'd managed to get the sport back in the air at Hogwarts. Even the Slytherins had managed to scrape together a team after some encouraging and demanding from Ginny that all the houses must play.

"How was practice?" Hermione asked automatically as Ginny spooned an obscene amount of mashed potatoes onto her plate.

"Good," she said. "Really good actually. Especially since it finally stopped raining and we could actually see what we were doing."

Smiling slightly, Hermione went back to her book. Demelza Robins sat down on the other side of Ginny and began a conversation on the various new tactics they'd been trying to implement.

A few minutes later, Hermione had finished eating and put the book back in her bag. "Well, I'm off to the library."

She stood, slung her bag over her shoulder, and was about to go when Ginny said, "Oh wait! I forgot…"

Putting down her fork, she dug around in her bag and pulled out an envelope. "This came for you this morning. You ran off so fast, so I grabbed it for you."

Hermione had realized halfway through breakfast that she'd left her planner in her dormitory and had run back up to Gryffindor tower to retrieve it in a panic. Taking the envelope from Ginny she saw from the untidy handwriting spelling out her name that it was a letter from Ron.

"And I didn't even read it," Ginny said, grinning.

Hermione smiled. "Thanks, Ginny. See you later."

Suddenly Ginny stopped smiling and groaned. "Might see you in the library actually. I've got an awful essay for McGonagall due tomorrow."

Hermione laughed a little and waved goodbye. She made her way up to the library and sat down at a table by the windows where she could see the last of the sunset. She set her bag down on the table and opened the letter from Ron.

Hermione -

Sorry, I know it's been a week since I've written. Training is getting more difficult every day. This week has been mostly the "Stealth and Tracking" stuff which is extremely useful given what we're doing right now. They're still taking Harry and I along with them on most missions. I don't know how much longer until it dies down… There's no telling how many we have left to catch really. Then maybe our training will be more normal, I guess. Harry's happy having so much to do, but sometimes I just wish it would be over. We talked about it before, but more and more I'm thinking maybe it just isn't for me and I should leave Harry and Neville to it. I don't know. I'm not going to give up now though. I wish I had you here to talk to about it. It's crazy how much I miss you. I can't wait to see you again - hopefully soon!

Love,

Ron

P.S. Harry says he'll write soon.

Hermione read it over a few more times. She missed Ron so much while she was at school. They'd been friends for years, of course, but their romantic relationship was so new; she didn't much like being away from him. She had received permission to leave Hogwarts on the weekends, but even then she saw Ron and Harry very little. She spent a lot of time at the Ministry and they were often on missions or in training sessions on weekends.

Sighing a little, wishing Ron had been a bit more detailed, she put the letter back in the envelope and stuffed it into her bag. She was riffling through it, to find a quill and parchment for her essay when she felt a twinge. She rubbed the spot on her shoulder briefly and turned to look, but there was nothing there. Shrugging a little, she resumed her search through her bag, but then felt a distinct poke on her back. She turned in her chair now. "Is someone there?" she asked. There was another poke and something like a tug on her hair.

She stood up and said, "Now stop that! Who's there?" She imagined someone thought it funny to disillusion themselves and torment her. Or perhaps Peeves had made himself invisible to wreak havoc more efficiently. But then it became more than just a twinge…a tingling, poking all over her body.

"Fine! I'll find somewhere else to work," she declared, picking up her bag from the table and preparing to march away. But then her hair and her robes began to blow in a strong wind, though she was indoors and nothing else seemed to be affected. Her wand was in her hand now and the room seemed to spin and flicker and then…it was gone.

Hermione raised her hand to shield her eyes from the sudden, bright sunlight and looked around at the stunningly beautiful beach she now stood on. For several moments she could do nothing but take a few gasping breaths and wipe her eyes that were watering from the light. As they adjusted she took in more of her surroundings.

She couldn't imagine where she was or how she had got there. The sand and the color of the water reminded her of images of Caribbean islands, but as she turned to look inland she saw a thick forest and great mountains and hills rising in the distance behind it. She had a fleeting thought of quidditch referees who disappeared suddenly and were later found in the Sahara desert. What had happened?

The whole place felt electric and alive to her…something like Hogwarts. She could feel magic pulsing in the air all around. But where was she?

She turned on the spot, trying to find some sign of civilization and when she'd turned half way around was so surprised that she took a few steps back. Just down the beach at the very edge of the sand was an enormous and incredible castle. It was nothing like Hogwarts at all. Hogwarts was breathtaking, but in a harsh stone, imposing towers, and sharp turrets sort of way. This castle was just beautiful... The outside walls shone brilliant white in the sun. It seemed to have no sharp edges at all, it just curved around and around. The towers were topped with domes, some glass, some gold, some a coppery red. Large banners flapped in the wind above it, all bearing the same insignia though she couldn't make out exactly what it was from her distance.

Finally tearing her eyes away from it, she thought that perhaps she ought to just go back... Yes, now that she'd been here, she could come back to investigate another time. She should do some research on what might have happened first. Her wand still in her hand, she turned to apparate to Hogsmeade...and abruptly fell on the ground as if she had run head first into a brick wall. She sat on the soft sand in shock. She couldn't disapparate!

Some panic was beginning to set in when she noticed them...two people sitting on the beach about halfway between her and the castle. They sat just above where the waves crashed. Taking another look around, she started towards them. Still aware of how much magic was in the air, she kept her wand out. They were certain to be wizards and if they turned out to be a threat, she would need it. As she got closer, she could see a woman with long light brown hair that shone golden in the sun. Next to her was a curly-haired man. There was something strange about the way he was sitting, but she couldn't tell what it was exactly.

She continued along the beach, sand getting into her shoes. She was also getting quite hot as the sun beat down on her long black robes. As she got even closer, the man noticed her. His head turned sharply and he nudged his companion and pointed to Hermione. Well, she had wanted them to notice her. She put up one hand in sort of a wave, trying to convey that she meant no harm. The man stood up and she stopped short.

He had been sitting strangely because of his legs...he had the legs of a goat. He was a faun! She wouldn't have believed it - she'd always read that they'd been extinct for centuries - but there he was, with long ears and horns on top of his head. The woman stood up too and now Hermione could see that it was a girl, perhaps Ginny's age, certainly not much older than seventeen. She was dressed strangely to Hermione's eyes in a long and flowing pale green dress with fine gold thread spun through it. It looked rather medieval really and Hermione cast a nervous glance at the castle.

"Hello," Hermione called out to them as she approached. "I was hoping you could help me..."

The faun spoke. "Who are you, stranger?" he asked, not unkindly, but carefully.

"Er...my name is Hermione Granger." She hesitated just a second to see if they recognized her name, but they did not appear to. "I think I'm lost," she said.

The girl stepped out from behind the faun. "Well we can help you then," she said brightly, her whole face lighting up with a smile. It made Hermione smile too. "I'm Lucy and this is Tumnus. Where are you from?"

Hermione considered this, then said, "I'm from England."

Lucy frowned suddenly. "England," she repeated, as if the word were foreign to her. "Why does that sound familiar? Have you ever heard of it, Tumnus?"

"I don't think so, your majesty," he answered.

Now Hermione was very confused. Neither of them had ever heard of England, though Lucy spoke with a distinct British accent. Also, the faun had just referred to the girl as 'your majesty.'

"I'm confused," Hermione said out loud. "What is this place?"

"This is Narnia," Lucy said, still looking puzzled.

Hermione had certainly never heard of Narnia and was about to say so when Lucy gasped and her eyes widened. "You're from the other place aren't you?" she asked excitedly. She turned to Tumnus, "I think she may be from Spare Oom, like we are! I can't remember now, but there could be a place there called England, don't you think?"

"Perhaps," the faun said, nodding.

"How did you get here?" Lucy asked, looking quite pleased.

"I'm not sure actually," Hermione said. "All of a sudden I just felt this poking and a force of magic pulling at me and then...I was here."

Lucy smiled again. "You know about the magic?" she asked, excitedly.

Hermione assumed they thought she was a muggle who had been transported by mistake. "Oh...yes, I'm a witch," she said, holding up her wand a little to show them.

But this, apparently, was the wrong thing to say. Both of them changed immediately and Lucy drew a dagger from her belt so quickly that Hermione barely saw it happen. Tumnus had a thin, gold whistle around his neck which he blew into, though no sound came out. Both were in distinct fighting stances and looked ready to pounce on her.

"What harm do you mean by coming here?" Lucy demanded, her dagger extended toward Hermione who was staring at it with her mouth open. The girl suddenly looked much older and quite capable of stabbing someone if they deserved it.

"I...wait," Hermione said, holding up her left hand. "I don't mean any harm at all! I told you I'm lost..."

"You think we'll believe that a witch would have no sinister objective for being in Narnia?" Tumnus asked. "Our guard is coming right away, so don't try anything," he ordered.

Hermione saw that they were both casting frightened glances toward the wand in her hand. She looked at Lucy. "You're a muggle... I'm sorry, I thought you were a witch as well!" she tried to explain.

Lucy looked horrified. "I'm not a witch!" she cried.

At the other end of the beach, where the castle stood, Hermione could see several figures running towards them, four dogs, a man, and a centaur. Hermione looked desperately towards the girl. "Lucy, please. I don't mean any harm. I think there's been a misunderstanding."

She was talking quickly, hoping to get the girl on her side before the guard arrived. She could fight them off, but she'd much prefer their help if she could get it. "I know in stories witches are usually evil, but there are many of us, hidden. Wizards and witches. We're born with magic and just use it for everyday things most of the time! I... I spent nearly half my life fighting against an evil wizard. I know that some can be evil, but I'm not."

Lucy had lowered her dagger slightly and was listening carefully. "You're a good witch?" she asked suspiciously.

Hermione nodded.

"Your wand doesn't turn people and Animals to stone?" she asked.

Hermione shook her head, though of course it technically could. She looked around and then had an idea. "Watch," she said. She reached into her bag and pulled out her planner. "Say something you owned ripped like this," she said, tearing a page of the planner in half. She pointed her wand at it and said "Reparo." Lucy and Tumnus both jumped as the page knitted itself back into the small book.

Lucy still looked wary as the faun looked over his shoulder at the approaching guard. Hermione looked too as she stuffed the planner back in her bag.

"Please," Hermione said, "Really, I'm lost and I don't mean any harm."

Lucy put her dagger in its sheath. "I believe you."

Hermione let out a sigh of relief. The faun however, grabbed Lucy's arm. "Your highness..." he said in warning.

Lucy shook her head. "I don't detect any deceit in her words, Tumnus. She has never heard of Narnia...it's possible that there could be good witches in a different world."

Lucy turned and gestured to the approaching creatures who slowed, but the centaur and the boy who looked to be about Hermione's own age kept their gleaming swords at the ready.

"What trouble, your highness?" the centaur asked.

"A false alarm, I think, Oreius," she said to the centaur. "Though I thank you for coming so quickly."

The boy, who had a shining silver crown on his head, sheathed his sword and went to Lucy's side. He too was dressed rather strangely in a tunic made of a rich, expensive looking fabric, leggings, and tall boots. "What's happening?" he asked, looking at Hermione curiously.

"She's lost," Lucy proclaimed. "I think we should take her into the Cair and then we will have more explanations I hope." Then she addressed Hermione. "This is my brother, King Edmund. Edmund, this is Hermione. She's come from another world called England."

Her brother frowned in the same way his sister had. "That sounds familiar...is it possible we came from there?" he asked Lucy.

She shrugged. When he looked back at Hermione, looking her up and down, his eyes stopped abruptly at about the level of her chest. She frowned slightly as she watched him nudge Lucy and point at the front of her robes. She looked down too, but it was just...her robes.

However, when Lucy looked, she gasped a little and leaned close to her brother. "She wears the mark of Aslan?"

She and Edmund put their heads together for a moment and whispered very quietly to each other. Then they pulled away.

"Well, Hermione," Edmund said. "I apologize for almost attacking you, the Dogs heard the whistle so naturally we came running. May we escort you?"

Hermione felt a sudden instinct to refuse, but she still didn't know where this place was or how to get home so it didn't seem she had much choice. Nodding, she managed to say, "Yes, please," and followed the group towards the magnificent castle.