To Be Brave (Chronicles of Narnia fanfiction)

Meeting The Pevensies

Everyone knew that Hitler was gearing towards France, and the war was escalating to the point where things weren't looking so well for Hannah. There was a constant aroma of fear that took over. The news of possible bombings from Germany certainly distracted her. The fact that her own country was now threatening the country she learned to love gave her mixed feelings. This wasn't her Deutschland. Not the one she grew up in, at least.

Hannah stared down at her dinner, picking the food with her fork. A single fried egg lay on her plate, waiting to be eaten. The yolk dripped down slowly, like lava from a volcano. However, a volcano would've been more interesting to look at. Rationing, as a person with a big appetite, was something Hannah did not like. It was introduced as a way to save food, due to the war going on.

"Child, stop daydreaming," Ms. Macready snapped. "If the yolk drips I'll have you clean the entire dining room floor before you go to bed."

Her voice snapped Hannah back into reality. She picked a bite with her fork, not wanting to make the Macready mad. A cool breeze of wind swept through the floor, causing goose bumps to appear on her legs.

The Professor shivered, "Looks like I didn't close the windows."

Before he was able to get up, Ms. Macready panicked and rushed to him, convincing the man to sit back down. "No, allow me. I don't want you to get hurt."

"Ms. Macready, I'm not that old," the Professor joked, winking at Hannah. She liked his humor. The way he talked about himself in a sarcastic demeanor always lightened the mood. The door was shut with a loud slam, nearly causing the lamp to shatter.

"I wasn't joking," Ms. Macready said, in a softer tone. Hannah rolled her eyes at the way she talked towards the Professor, when she always was a bit harsher with her. "When it comes to you and that history novel you're writing, you're locked in that room for hours. Look at what it's doing to your health."

The Professor sighed, admitting his defeat. Hannah spent her days wandering alone, talking to herself and reading the books in the library. Meanwhile, the Professor was crammed in a room all by himself. She enjoyed the fresh air, kicking her football around like she used to when she played with her friends back in Berlin. This made her feel selfish. Hannah never thought of the Professor's health, and he was the man who cared for her all this time.

"My Father was a doctor," Hannah stopped to correct herself, "A dentist, but he still gave great advice about everything, even though he worked with teeth."

The Professor cocked his eyebrow, leaning in to hear her. His expression looked like an exaggerated face of the "Ponderer."

"Would you like to play some football with me tomorrow?" Hannah asked. "Not sure if there'll be bad weather though."

"These legs don't work like they used to," the Professor patted them for emphasis.

"It would be good for you," Ms. Macready agreed.

"Now if you two are agreeing at something," the Professor said, smiling. "Then I guess football it is."

The three of them shared a laugh. Before Hannah knew it, she was in her blue night gown, her hair bushy and down.

As Hannah slept soundly, German bombers flew silently. They blended in with the dark night. In just a few moments, what would be known as the Blitz would begin. When a bomb fell, the ground shook. Then came the screams. The cities of England woke with a display of murderous fireworks, while the peaceful countryside was greeted with the bright, morning sun.