A/N: To begin with, the concept for this fic began as a fiction prompt meme and took on a life of its own. Instead of writing separate fics, I ended up throwing everyone’s ideas into the giant mixing pot of my magical world and created an epic crossover fic! I hope everyone enjoys it!

It is important to note that I will be referring to wandless magic and the Old Ones/Faerie. I will be incorporating my views on such matters in the very same way I did in The Death Eater Trilogy. I will have footnotes to expand further on these things for those of you who are not familiar with it or who need a refresher.

Additionally, I am following the timeline and subsequent ages from The Chronicles of Narnia book series, not the movies, so I’m terribly sorry if this disappoints any readers. This means that anything that happened in the movies that was not in the books will not be acknowledged here.

Finally, I must give credit to Jody, as I have based Anakin and Sabé both on the way she voices the characters. Also, thanks to Eddie van der Heijden at starwarstimeline-dot-com.

Pairings: Albus Dumbledore/Digory Kirke, Caspian/Susan, Obi-Wan/Sabé, Anakin/Dormé, and quite possibly more

Dumbledore’s Lesson

It was just after eight o’clock when Harry finally arrived at the gargoyle statue in front of the headmaster’s office. ‘Acid Pops,’ he said and the gargoyle leapt aside to grant him entrance. As he rose up the spiral stone staircase, he wondered what Dumbledore had to say to him. He knew it was better than anything Snape had to do for him in detention. He couldn’t be happier knowing that he got out of detention.

Harry didn’t hear anyone else in the office, so entered to find Dumbledore hovering near the Pensieve. ‘Professor,’ he said, announcing his presence. ‘I’m sorry I’m late.’

‘Good evening Harry,’ Dumbledore replied. ‘We have so much to do and so little time.’ He looked up from the Pensieve and spoke to Harry directly. He spoke of Harry’s detention with Snape that he would make up for the following Saturday.

‘You said last term that you were going to tell me everything,’ Harry said, not really caring about the fact that Dumbledore rescheduled the detention. He wanted to know how to kill Voldemort.

‘Yes, I did,’ Dumbledore said, smiling. ‘I told you everything I know from my point of view. Now we will be looking through the cloudy lens of other people’s memories.’

Harry had no desire to look into the Pensieve, but knew if he was going to be finding out how to defeat his enemy, it would be worth it.

‘Before we begin, I want to introduce you to someone. Now, you know Andrew Kirke from Quidditch, do you not?’ Dumbledore prefaced.

Harry nodded, remembering the Beater, but not understanding what this had to do with Voldemort.

‘Well his great-uncle, Digory Kirke, was a dear friend of mine. Digory’s uncle—that would be Andrew’s great-great uncle—a fellow named Andrew Ketterley, after whom he was named, was a very learned man indeed, even if nobody knew it at the time. Now Andrew Ketterley was a Muggle who was very interested in the magical arts and began doing research on his own. This lead him to create magic rings that have the ability to transport a person through time and space to other realms.’

If it had been earlier in the day, Harry would have been able to pay more attention to Dumbledore’s speech, but he was tired. It had been a long week back to school and he wanted to know the good stuff, which meant the things that would be helpful in a confrontation with Voldemort.

If Dumbledore noticed Harry’s disinterested attitude, it didn’t show as he continued. ‘I went to school with Mr. Ketterley’s nephew, Digory, and the things he told me of the magical rings were incredibly intriguing. The two of us spent long hours contemplating the power and also the danger of these rings and time-travel magic.

‘With these rings, there is one to take you to The Wood Between the Worlds and another to take you home again. Digory travelled to another world and lived there for some time, but when he returned, not an hour had gone by, unlike the Pensieve where you see another’s memory and then return. No, it is travelling to another world, another time, another place, and then finding no time passed here at all.’

‘Like a Time-Turner?’ Harry asked.

‘Similar, but with travelling to other worlds,’ he said, smiling. His eyes flashed youthfully as though he were a schoolboy himself once more. Turning back to the Pensieve, he gestured saying, ‘After you.’

It was incredibly disorienting to fall into the Pensieve, but this time Harry did so with Dumbledore’s permission. This time, Dumbledore even accompanied him. Though he felt his stomach turning over, he finally got his bearings and looked about. It seemed they were in someone’s home, but whose home it was, Harry wasn’t sure. Looking around, he noticed that it was an office, but there wasn’t any modern technology, no computers or telephones, but there also wasn’t anything to indicate that it was a magical residence either, no moving pictures or quills.

An older man entered and Harry noticed straightaway that the man looked a bit absentminded with his white hair sticking up all over the place. In fact, his whole head seemed to be white, including his fuzzy beard. But he had an uncanny wisdom in his eyes that reminded him of Dumbledore.

As the man went to sit at his desk, ruffling through some papers, Harry looked over at Dumbledore and saw the way he was looking at the man. It made Harry think that this was in fact Digory Kirk. ‘Is that your friend, sir?’ he asked.

‘Yes,’ Dumbledore replied fondly. ‘I had almost forgotten just how full of life he was…’

Harry thought Dumbledore was rather nostalgic, but not in a way one looked at a friend.

‘He was my partner for many years…’ Dumbledore said. As though realizing just who he was with, he cleared his throat and seemed to get back on track. ‘This is Professor Digory Kirke.’ He didn’t reveal his intentions in showing this memory to Harry.

Harry watched as a girl and boy about his age entered the professor’s office.

‘Now, Caspian, you’re not supposed to be here—’ the professor said as he rifled through his desk, looking for something.

‘I know, Master Kirke—’ Caspian sheepishly replied.

Susan said, ‘He’s called Professor—’

‘Professor—’ Caspian corrected himself, looking over at Susan as though he couldn’t take his eyes off her. ‘In an excavation, I came across your magic rings that brought you to Narnia. I didn’t know what would happen, but I hoped it would bring me to your world.’

The professor frowned and stroked his beard. After speaking to infamous foursome that recently travelled to Narnia, he knew of Caspian’s story well, including the bit about reclaiming his birthright. ‘You have a kingdom to rule and protect, Caspian. Every moment you are here, times passes more quickly in Narnia. Who knows what could happen while you are gone—’

Caspian’s expression fell and he looked from the professor to Susan.

Harry was easily sidetracked from watching the professor to watching the pair on the other side of the desk.

While the professor poured over the endless notes and parchments he retrieved from his locked chest and revealed the contents of the chest, Harry watched the couple.

Susan’s cheeks were flushed as she looked up at Caspian and he too had flushed cheeks. They stood close together without even touching.

‘I had to see you again, Susan—’ Caspian confessed. ‘I know I was only thirteen at the time, but I couldn’t get you out of my head…’

Susan smiled shyly. ‘You’re older than me now.’

‘Does that bother you?’ he asked, his voice low, but steady.

She shook her head, barely able to find her voice. ‘No—’ Susan couldn’t take her eyes off him. He wasn’t definitely much more grown up now and had the look of a king.

Caspian gently touched her arm, about to pull her in for a kiss, when the door to the professor’s room swung open.

‘CASPIAN!’ Lucy exclaimed.

Susan moved away from the King of Narnia, embarrassed.

Caspian hugged Lucy, smiling broadly.

Harry was finally able to tear his eyes away and focus on the mysterious professor. There was a moving photo in the chest of Dumbledore and Kirke goofing around when they were Gryffindors. Harry noticed that Dumbldore was still looking fondly at his old friend and hadn’t paid any mind to the three young people in the room.

Digory found the pouch containing the return rings and said, ‘Place the ring that brought you here on my desk and then, without touching anything or anyone, reach into the bag and touch the ring that will take you home,’ he instructed.

‘He has to go so soon?’Lucy complained. ‘But he hasn’t even seen Peter or Edmund!’

Caspian intervened, sorrowfully, ‘I didn’t know it would bring me here for sure. I’m sorry, Lucy. But Aslan did say that you would return to Narnia again someday, right?’

Lucy nodded.

Caspian knew this wasn’t the case for Susan. Apologetically, he looked at her, but before he had a chance to say anything, she rushed forward and kissed him. ‘You do still have my horn, don’t you?’

Taken aback by the kiss, he could only smile and shyly nod. Then, turning back to the professor, he reached into the bag, touching the ring and disappeared from sight.

‘Now Harry, you have seen how the rings work. It is time for us to return,’ Dumbledore said, placing a hand on his shoulder.