Ophelia Stinger knew her life could have been a lot better. Her father died in Afghanistan and her mother was an emotional wreck. The only stability in her life was her boyfriend, Logan, and even that got taken from her. One night, after her mother becomes hospitalized, leaving her to watch over their house, she falls into a new place of possibility and wonder. *I do not own the rights to any of the Narnia stuff. All rights to go C.S. Lewis.*

❝ 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆. ❞ ✯ Earth, 1998. The Battle of Hogwarts is won, Lord Voldemort is defeated, but the castle lays in ruins. Many Hogwarts students volunteer to help rebuilding the school to its former glory. However, by chance or fate, the group stumbles upon a secret corridor that no one ever knew existed. This corridor, though, doesn't lead to Hogsmeade, but to a whole other world. . . ✯ ❝ 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆. ❞

"Oh. Milady Ashton, are you going to the ball for King Peter." The young centaur shyly asked Ashton. Ashton crouched down next to her, meeting her eye level with a friendly smile, "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, little one." "You know... The ball thing... Mommy told me it was the King's opportunity to woo a lady of Narnia." She explains with her limited vocabulary and a small lisp. "A courting ball?" Ben asks the little one. "That's it!" She exclaims, "Are you going?" "I guess we will see, we haven't been back to the castle since the war," Ashton tells the five-year-old, sugarcoating her response to avoid disappointing the child. "Ohh." She nodded before leaning down to Ash to whisper in her ear, "My father told me stories from the war, of course not the stories with too much fighting, but he mentioned the greatness of the prophesied. You were always my favorite." She giggles. Ash didn't know what to say as the little centaur bounced away. She stood from the party, needing a minute outside. Edmund followed her after her, wanting to help his dear friend with the news. "Ash, I'm sure there's an explanation." "Yes, a simple one Ed. I left. Your brother owes me nothing. It is his choice. If he wants every spoiled, perfect, primitive, self-centered princess within a hundred miles lining up at his feet. That is his choice and does not concern me." Ashton admits, more negatively than she intended. "This is not going to end well." Ben comments, openly. ╣╠ Ashton returns to Cair Paravel and it is clear that in the two years she spent away, much has changed. ╣╠ Multiple POV ╣╠ Story intertwined with the golden ages after The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis. I only own Ashton, Benvolio, and any other characters not in the books or movies. ╣╠