The Ambitious (Peter Pevensie)

𐇵 Chapter Three 𐇵

𐇵 Uncle Diggory's Garden Wall 𐇵

Lydia was in jail. Not literally, rather figuratively. Her parents had shipped her off for the summer, she was to live with Professor Diggory Kirke who her Father had met in his first year of Hogwarts. Apparently the Professor was his headboy, Mr Diggory had taken a liking to Fleamont, up to the point that Diggory Kirke had been named Lydia's God-Father. And her Moms old mentor, Polly Plummer, had become her God-Mother.

"Hello, my Darling." Mr Diggory Kirke greeted Lydia during breakfast. She gave him a small smile as she picked at her eggs. "We'll be having a few more children join us today."

"Why?" Lydia asked quickly.

"Their Mother wishes for them to be safe during this time of struggle." The Professor sighs. "The four of them will be here all summer, even shortly after you depart."

"Four siblings?" Lydia asked in surprise, abruptly standing up. "Here? Today?"

"Why yes," the Professor nodded, a knowingly twinkle in his eyes. "Two boys, two girls. No need to fret though, they shall have their own rooms. The boys shall share, and the girls shall. You will be keeping your room."

"Really?" Lydia asked softly. "But why? You do not know me."

"You are my God-Daughter. Whether or not you believe it, that's family." the Professor smiled softly at her. "It's been a while since I've had a family here."

"Professor," Lydia started softly, throwing her arms around the older man. "You have been very dear to me. I consider you family already."

"Oh please, my Darling, call me Diggory."

"Uncle Diggory?" Lydia suggested quietly, biting her lip. "I've never had an Uncle. Or I suppose I have but he has not been heard of in some time."

"I'd be honoured to be your Uncle, Lydia." Uncle Diggory told her with a smile, hugging her back before standing up. "Now, I expect you to be ready to greet them. Go get ready, please try to look nice."

"I always look nice." Lydia jokes.

And not even three hours later, Lydia was watching for the housekeeper to return with the four siblings. Watching from her window above the garden, it seemed like her future was flying towards her at an unheard of speed. She wasn't sure she was ready but it wasn't like she had much of a choice. Lydia had supposed Aslan would choose someone new, but he didn't and now it was Lydia's time to fight a war for a country that didn't exist. She had to lay her life down for a world she wasn't born into.

"Miss Potter," one of the servants called her. "The carriage shall be back shortly. The Professor has asked us to bring you out front."

"Right, yes." Lydia laughed softly. "I'll be right there, Rose."

Rose nodded, giving Lydia a smile before exiting her bedchamber and making her way back to the kitchens. Lydia sighed, turning away from her window and venturing towards the front door. There was no use arguing with her Uncle.

"You got this," she whispered to herself. "It's not like you're getting married right now. I'm just fifteen."

"Miss Potter?" Rose questioned softly, poking her head out of the kitchen. "Did you need something?"

"No, no, of course not." Lydia laughed softly, blushing. "Why would you ever think that? I'll let you know that my therapy is well over."

"No, Miss Potter." Rose said. "It's just that this is the back entrance, not the front."