Fifth King,Lost Queen

Chapter 1

Fifth King, Lost Queen

By Pinion King

Disclaimer: The words of Harry Potter and Narnia do not belong to me and I am only using them for your entertainment.

Chapter 1

Harry Potter stood in the ruins of what was once the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Dark Lord Voldemort lay smoking at his feet, his wand smoking, the sword of Gryffindor in the other. Putting his wand back in its hoister, and sword back in the sheath on his hip he turned and walked up to the head table and sat in the seat that all the great headmasters and headmistresses' had once sat in. He could hear the calls of what was left of the light outside the hall, banging and casting spells on the doors trying to get him out. Harry knew it wouldn't happen; there was no way in or out of the hall.

He wasn't upset, he had done what the world wanted of him and he couldn't wait to be with his parents, Sirius, the friends he lost and his love, after all death was just the next great adventure. There was a loud crash as a bit more of the ceiling that once showed an image of the outside sky came crashing down revealing the true sky. That was the queue for the rest of the roof to begin to fall. Harry sat still in the chair waiting for what would come. A piece of roof fell above him and just as it was about to hit him there was a flash of purple light and the chunk of the roof landed on the empty golden chair.

In another world, in the middle of a forest, and next to a lamp post purple light flashed, and when it was gone, in it's place was a beaten up twenty three year old wizard. Harry groaned and rolled over. He was lying on what felt like soft grass, and he was now looking up at an old lamp post. He sat up and began to survey the soundings. What was a lamp post doing then the middle of a forest?

"Well this is something new." He commented as he got to his feet. "Why do things always happen to me?"

"Because it is who you are Son of Merlin." A soft voice growled from behind him.

Harry spun flicking his wand into his hand, pulling he sword out with the other and faced the new coming prepared for battle. What he saw nearly made him drop his weapons in shock. A Lion, a big golden Lion, A boy about his age, another boy who looked about four years younger then the first, and a young girl who looked about seventeen. All of the three were dressed in fine robes and all were wearing crowns.

"Ok then, a talking Lion, and people wearing crowns." Harry groaned "Always me, why can't I just have a normal life?"

The four in front of him chuckled, in the girls case giggled.

"My name is Aslan"

"Ok, a Lion who talks laughs and has a name, I must be dreaming. My name is"

"Harry Potter, formulary of Surrey and Hogwarts." Aslan said

Harry stared at the Lion, before dropping to the ground and putting his head in his hands.

"I give up, talking Lions, laughing Lions, Lions with names, and Lions that know my name, where I live and where I went to school. Are you trying to send me insane before you eat me? Because you are doing a good job at it."

"I like him." They elder boy said tilting his head curiously "And Susan will to." he finished with a sad smile.

"Susan? Let me guess some other talking animal?"

The older boy smiled, "No my sister."

Harry looked towards the girl.

"No not that one, my other sister."

"Do you have a name?"

"Oh yes how rude of me. I am King Peter Pevensie High King of Narnia, this here is King Edmund Pevensie, and this is Queen Lucy Pevensie."