Flawed *EDITING* (Chronicles of Narnia & Harry Potter Crossover) (PeterxOC)

4- Training

Chapter Inspiration:

- Eye of the Tiger ~ Survivor

"Aslan!" I exclaimed, walking faster and faster to Him until He was right in front of me. He sat down on the grass. I looked around realized that the place looked different. We weren't in a different place, we were where we met last time, but it was as if the seasons changed abruptly.

The grass that was under us was brown and cold, almost frozen. The sky was a gloomy gray color, covered in clouds. The trees no longer held healthy green leaves, in fact, there were no leaves. A brisk wind picked up, making me shiver slightly. Aslan breathed on me and suddenly I was no longer cold. "Thank you. What happened here Aslan?"

"It was already like this here Laurel, in fact, when we're not here, this area is covered in snow. The only reason it is not like that is because I am using magic so it is decent for us to train." I was taken aback. "Why is it winter here? I didn't know we were training today, I would've changed out of my robes."

"The said 'ruler' of Narnia has cursed the land, making it winter for the past 99 years. How are you feeling Laurel, shapeshifting can be rough to a newbie such as yourself." I looked at Him in shock. How did He know I had gotten sick shapeshifting?

"I'm feeling a little better to be honest. If I'm not vomiting everywhere that's a good sign." The Lion chuckled and stood up. I looked down and realized that my school clothes had vanished. I was now wearing a purple henley, brown legging-like pants, red leather gauntlets and tall brown boots. My hair was pulled out of its ponytail and my dark chocolate curls were flying in the wind.

A sword made of silver metal, with swirly designs along the blade, and blood-red hilt appeared in my hand, with a matching sheath tied around my waist. Aslan stood up as I watched Him in awe. He was more powerful than I first thought. The Lion chuckled and said, "You're first lesson will be hand-to-hand combat."

Somehow, for the next few hours, Aslan taught me literally everything to be a good swordsman. I was even starting to develop new moves and tricks of my own. I sat down on the frozen grass, panting and sweating. The slightly now annoying Lion had me run five miles. When I told Him I was a sprinter, He told me, "Well now you are a distance runner. You need the stamina. Now go before I add five more."

 "With a little more practice, I think I could knight you." I gave Him a thumbs up, too tired to form words. He chuckled saying, "You are dismissed for now."

I shot up and looked around. I was in the common room. Not Narnia. I furrowed my eyebrows, seeing people walk around studying and socializing. Panic wavered through me. What time was it? Was I going to be late to Ancient Runes?!

I noticed Harry, Ron, and Hermione sitting on the couches diagonal to mine, studying. I grinned, hearing Ron ask Hermione to help him. Harry looked over and realized I was awake. "Laurel! Tell us what happened." He said, rushing over to my couch. Ron and Hermione followed, shoving my legs so I was sitting up, making more room on the couch.

"Huh?" I asked sleepily. "Your meeting with Dumbledore. What happened?" Hermione elaborated. I nodded. "Oh yeah. What time is it? How long have I been out?" I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake up my brain.

"We just got here, like not even five seconds ago. We have class in 10 by the way." Ron shrugged. I fully woke up at this.

My jaw dropped. "I've been out for hours..." I commented, furrowing my brow. The three of them stared at me oddly. Deciding to leave that matter alone, I changed the subject. "Well we um talked about the dreams," I said, carefully thinking what to and not to share in front of Harry.

"He said that I was lucky I didn't need Occlumency or else he could've gotten a lot of information from me, like where you were Harry." He visibly stiffened. "Voldemort asked you where I was?" I nodded. "He didn't get anything though. Um, I told him about a new power I found out I have, it's another necklace thing." I explained, holding up my necklace with my thumb in the ring.

"Cool, what it is? Flying? Mind-telepathy?" Ron asked wide-eyed. "Shapeshifting." I said, playing with my necklace. All three of my friends looked at me in awe. "Woah." Harry grinned. "That's pretty cool." Ron agreed.

"But like animals. I turned into a Pgmy Puff in Dumbledore's office...then I vomited into a trash can." I cringed, remembering the event. Ron and Harry busted out laughing. Hermione rolled her eyes at them and turned her attention to me. "Are you alright?" I shrugged, still feeling a bit worn out. "I ran to the bathroom afterwards and threw up again. I also have a short conversation with Myrtle."

Ron wrinkled his nose. "Why did you go into that bathroom?" Hermione turned to him, irritated. "That's the closest bathroom to Dumbledore's office, Ronald." "Dumbledore says that the more I practice, the more I'll get used to it and not vomit."

"Could you demonstrate for us?" Hermione asked, looking down at her Astronomy homework. I bit my lip. "Could I maybe do it later? I don't have the energy to do it to be honest." Harry searched my face before putting his hand on my forehead. "You look really pale and you feel warm. How about we take you to the hospital wing? You didn't eat lunch did you?" I shook my head, pulling his hand off.

"I'm fine Harry, just a little tired." He gave me a look, but I wouldn't give in. "If I feel bad, like horrid, I'll go okay?" He sighed and nodded, knowing I wouldn't agree with him. We stood up, getting ready to walk to Herbology.

I noticed Fred and George whispering in the back of the room. "What are they up to?" I asked wearily. Ron looked over at them and huffed. "I asked them but they told to me to buzz off."

I frowned and watched them for a few seconds. Fred noticed me staring and watched me. "I hope you're plotting something dreadful for Snape." I called grinning. The twins stood up and walked over to us. "Unfortunately not. We were just creating a new list for our products, because Mum burned the old one, remember?" George said holding up the list.

I winced, remembering how angry their Mum was. Fred frowned and studied my face. "Did you eat one of our candies so you can get out of class?" His seventeen year old twin laughed. "HA. Laurel? Skipping class? That's a good one!" I rolled my eyes good naturedly. "Haha very funny. Don't you suggest that I go to the hospital wing too."

"I dunno Laurel, you don't look too good." Fred retorted. "Thanks." I scowled, waving it off, and climbed through the painting. "I'm fine." I said, more to myself than the others.

~

I was playing with the corn on my fork at dinner later that night when I noticed the uncomfortable heat in the room, making my head pound. Harry looked up at me oddly, but I stuffed some corn in my mouth to keep him quiet. I winced as I ate it. It tasted like sandpaper going down my throat.

I pushed my plate away and chugged down a glass and a half of water. Ron and Hermione were also starting to look worried. Annoyed, I grabbed my bag and went to finish reading my Astronomy book. As I walked along the room, I felt my brain start to think slower than usual. The Jelly-Brain Jinx!

I turned around and saw Malfoy smirking. He got up and strode over to me. I stood there, trying to keep my balance. I let my wand fall surreptitiously to my fingers, under my robe sleeve, and muttered as he came closer, "Locomotor Wibbly."

I shot it back up my arm and watched, pleased, as Malfoy fell to the ground and couldn't get up. A lot of the Gryffindors, who were watching, laughed. "Think you're so clever, giving me the Jelly Leg Curse Mudblood? Pet-"

"That's enough! You two, see me in my office after dinner." Dumbledore boomed. I turned slowly, the curse still affecting me. I squinted my eyes as Dumbledore was only a blurry mess to me. Suddenly, I was seeing five blurry Dumbledores.

Until the world went black.