Lend Me Your Hand

Lend Me Your Hand

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Written by ELClemons on fanfiction.net Sometimes brokenness needs more than time to heal. Sometimes you need to go on a journey somewhere new to find hope again. And sometimes it's as simple as having a hand to hold, a person to go through it with you. For Edmund and Hermione, the last thing they expected to need, was each other. The Witch was dead, but his battle was far from finished and hers was just beginning. As of right now, this story is incomplete. I will update as they do, but I have no control over when that is.
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Isabell never knew who her birth parents were, and she never asked. She was content with the couple who adopted her. But their time together was cut short. By the age of 14, she was left orphaned. Her mother was claimed by cancer when she was 7, and her father never returned from his last deployment with the army. As per her parents wills, she was sent to her grandfather's closest friend. She had never met the professor before, but he welcomed her with kindness and open arms. Over her 2 year stay with him, the professor eased her mind with stories of a magical land he called Narnia. He spoke fondly of the place, as if it were real. But Isabell never believe them to be more than simple stories. But she is proven wrong when her childhood friends arrive at the manor, and the youngest stumbles through a wardrobe in the spare room. Isabell soon finds out that the professor's stories were more than made up fantasies to help her sleep. And she in the Pevensies find more than they had hoped to in Narnia. Isabell learns more about herself and the blood that runs through her veins. Their lives will never be the same after entering the wardrobe. For once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen of Narnia.

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