Fifth King,Lost Queen

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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 7

There was no doubt in Harry's mind that flying was his favourite thing, except maybe making love to his wife, now that was fun. He was glad his animagus form was a hawk; it allowed him a chance to fly when ever he wanted to. He lazily glided over the lands of Narnia, riding the currents of the wind. From up here the lands of Narnia looked beautiful. The oceans sparkled and reflected the magnificent mixture of yellows and reds from the setting sun. There were green plains, the forests emitting all sorts of sounds and showing an endless array of colours, the waterfalls and rivers that snaked their ways from the land, were the perfect sight, and the snow. Harry did a double take.

'Snow? It's summer.'

He tucked his wings in and dove straight down top where the snow started on the edge of the forest. Just before he hit the ground, he pulled out his wings and with a few flaps he slowed him momentum and changed back into human form, dropping the last meter to the ground and landing in a crouch. He crept forward, and out of the cover of the forest. He could feel something weird pulsating in the air, he reached out with is magic, his magic responded. Wards, powerful wards, but the signature was weird, it was all scrambled and he couldn't make it out. Another push of his magic and he found out what the wards were, this was getting weirder. Normally a ward had one purpose. For an anti-portkey ward and an anit-apparation ward you needed two wards, one for the portkey, and one for the apparation. This was one ward doing many things, but the major feature was it kept anything from getting in without clearance. It was also hiding something. He noted that there were alerts on the wards; obviously the creator thought no one would break them. Harry smiled; breaking wards was one of his specialities.

It was still too light and there was no cover to keep hidden. He shrunk back into the shadows of the forest and changed back into his hawk form. He took off and flew low through the trees. He landed after a few minutes and changed back into himself. He was much deeper into the forest now so he decided he should be safe enough. He pulled his trunk out of his pocket and enlarged it. He activated the fidelis charm on it and stepped inside. Pulling the lid closed he descended into the depths of the trunk. The fidelis and wards on the trunk were modified versions. They were tied to Harry's magic and he could turn them on or off, his wife had come up with the idea.

Harry switched on the lights and walked into what looked like and everyday muggle kitchen. Everything in the kitchen was muggle. She had grown up around a scientific environment as her parents were scientists, Harry forgot all the fancy names, but she had found a way to run everyday muggle appliances off magic. Harry couldn't be bothered cooking, so he turned the oven on and pulled a frozen lasagne. He smiled, she was always prepared and thought ahead, and her cooking was to die for. It beat the food that Molly Weasley used to cook hands down.

An hour later he was sitting on the couch listening to some gentle music. He looked out the charmed window. It was dark outside, he had no clue what the time was, as he didn't know the time in Narnia, or even if they had clocks to tell the time. He looked at his watch; it was still useful to tell him how much time had passed. Another hour passed and he decided that it was time to get moving. He climbed out of his trunk, deactivated the wards, shrunk it and slipped it into his pocket before he changed into a hawk and took off towards the ward boundaries.

When he reached them he changed back and got to work. He could probably blast himself a hole and walk through, but that would only make a lot of noise alerting who ever it was inside these wards to what he was doing, not to mention it would also drain him of his magic, which would either kill him or leave him in a magical coma. He began the process that he knew would take a few weeks. Using his magic he began to weaken part of the ward big enough to walk through.