Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter or Chronicles of Narnia related! HP belongs to JK Rowling, Narnia to CS Lewis (or whoever owns the rights now-not me, that's for sure!)

Warnings: Some language, possible violence later on

Spoilers: Pre-Series for HP (set in Marauders' Era, but before they start school); Takes place during LWW for Narnia, but spoilers for entire series.

AN: In my head cannon Remus was born in 1966, so the HP timeline has been adjusted accordingly. Narnia timeline should be pretty much intact.

Prologue: You'll Be In My Heart

Come stop your crying
It will be alright

March 22, 1970: "…and Aslan, son of the Emperor-Over-the-Sea, crowned the four siblings: to the glistening eastern sea, Queen Lucy the Valiant; to the great western woods, King Edmund the Just; to the radiant southern sun, Queen Susan the Gentle; and to the clear northern sky, High King Peter the Magnificent. With these words he sealed their reign: 'May you rule long kings and queens of Narnia and may your wisdom grace us until the stars rain down from the heavens.' Together the siblings ruled Narnia for fifteen wonderful years. They were wise and just rulers and their reign became known throughout the ages as the Golden Age of Narnia."

"What happened next, Mummy?" the four-year-old boy asked, brilliant blue eyes wide with awe.

Just take my hand
Hold it tight

The mother smiled at his childish delight. "That is a story for another night," she said, tucking the blankets snugly around his small body.

"Pweeeeeeease!?" he begged, pouting his lips and opening his eyes as wide as he could.

I will protect you
From all around you

She simply smiled. "Not tonight, Remus," she said. "It's already way past your bedtime."

"Awight Mummy," he said sleepily.

She bent down and placed a soft kiss on his forehead, her dark brown curls tickling his skin. "Good night, my little prince," she said. "I love you."

"Wuv you too, Mummy," Remus muttered sleepily, his eyes drooping closed.

I will be here
Don't you cry

She stood up and walked to the door. Pausing in the doorway, she turned and watched her precious son, her only child, sleep. "May Aslan bless you and keep you safe, little prince," she murmured. Her prayer given voice, she stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Her small prayer to Aslan was all that remained to indicate that this loving mother had once been Susan the Gentle, Queen of Narnia. Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen of Narnia.

For one so small,
You seem so strong

Susan sighed as she began to put away the now dried dishes from dinner. Every time she saw her son she could see her siblings looking back at her: Peter's golden hair and fierce protectiveness; Edmund's porcelain pale skin and quiet, contemplative nature; Lucy's sunny smile and giant sense of adventure; her own icy blue eyes and gentle kindness. Remus was the best of them all rolled up in one small package: magnificent, gentle, just, and valiant…and so much more. If she believed in such things, she would say that he was the reincarnation of all three of her siblings lost to her so long ago. But she didn't, so she simply thanked Aslan every day that he had given her back a small piece of them to keep near to her always.

My arms will hold you,
Keep you safe and warm

Susan had been devastated when her entire family had been killed in a single, horrific train wreck: her parents, Helen and Daniel Pevensie; her siblings, Peter, Edmund, and Lucy; her cousin Eustace Scrubb and his dear friend Jill Pole; Professor Diggory Kirke and Aunt Polly Plummer—all gone. Susan had been completely alone in the world and she had not reacted well. She had spent the next six years drinking and partying her life—and her memories—away.

This bond between us
Can't be broken

The year was 1951. Susan, desperate in her desire to disappear into oblivion, held an auction to get rid of what was left of the Professor's things. Over the years, Professor Kirke had amassed quite the collection of oddities and valuables. Treasures were sold left and right and soon all that was left was The Wardrobe—the one that had first led her and her siblings into Narnia so many years earlier. The bids kept rising, but Susan just could not bring herself to part with such an important piece of her siblings' past. Then she saw him: he was tall and thin with eyes the color of hot cocoa and hair the color of toffee and she knew in an instant that she simply had to meet him.

He was a young man, fresh out of secondary school and optimistic about life. From the moment he first introduced himself to her (a goofy, endearing smile on his face), she knew that he was perfect for her. Even though he was eighteen and she was twenty-six, he was her protector. He helped pull her out of the self-destructive rut she had fallen into and, perhaps more importantly, he taught her to love and respect herself and others again. With his love and support she once again felt like Queen Susan the Gentle, someone she hadn't been since Aslan had told her and Peter that they would never return to Narnia; someone she'd thought she'd lost long ago, along with her faith in Aslan and Narnia. But he showed her that the beauty and wonder that she had once seen so clearly in Narnia existed in this world and, by doing so, he restored her faith. Through him she was introduced to the magic of her own world, a magic that he was a part of. The night that Susan told him about Narnia, her boyfriend of two years did not laugh at her or tell her she was crazy or childish. Instead, he told her all about his world—the wizarding world—the world he had been born into, before dropping to one knee and proposing to her on the spot. She, of course, said yes and four months later she became—

I will be here
Don't you cry

"…Mrs. Lupin." Susan felt strong, lean arms wrap around her small waist as she was drawn out of her musings.

"Hello to you too, Mr. Lupin," she said, leaning back against her husband's strong chest and laying her small, dainty hands over his much larger ones.

"What were you thinking about, Suzie?" he asked, resting his chin on her dark head.

"Hm?" She closed her eyes in contentment.

"You had that look. Were you thinking about Narnia again?"

"Of sorts." She maneuvered herself around so that she was facing her husband. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. "I was just thinking about how much Remus reminds me of them."

"Your siblings?"

'Cause you'll be in my heart

Yes, you'll be in my heart

Susan nodded. "Oh Jay," she sobbed, "I miss them!"

"Hush, Suzie. I'm here." Jay (short for Julius) hugged her close and rocked her gently in his embrace. He hesitated. "Susan," he said, "there's something I need to tell you."

Susan lifted her head up to look into her husband's cocoa-colored eyes. "What's wrong, Jay?" she asked; the worry and fear she saw there scared her.

"Something happened at work today, darling," he said. Now Susan was really worried; Jay Lupin was an auror, specializing in magical beings—"half-breeds" as they were derogatorily called. "There was this werewolf," he continued, "who was brought in today because he's suspected of purposefully infecting children."

Susan gasped. "Children?" Her head instinctively drifted to the stairs which led up to her sleeping baby.

From this day on
Now and forever more

"Children," Julius confirmed. "Apparently he didn't like being told he couldn't do that—even though there's not enough evidence to lock up the bastard—"

Susan groaned. "Jay, please tell me you didn't tell him where he could stick it."

"The bloody bastard was asking for it!" Julius raged, throwing his arms in the air. "I was only giving him a bloody piece of my mind!"

"Jay," Susan said, "what happened exactly."

Jay ran a hand through his shaggy, toffee brown hair. "He threatened me," he admitted. "Well, not me directly—he threatened Remus."

"Remus? How did he know about Remus?"

Jay shrugged. "I have no bloody idea. But I do know how much he 'loves' children and I know that I don't want him anywhere near our son."

"Jay," said Susan, glancing out the window as she spoke, "tonight's the full moon." Jay stared at her and as quick as a flash the two dashed up the stairs. But as the couple threw open the door and heard a blood-chilling howl followed by a blood-curdling scream, they knew it was too late—the broken window and trashed room only confirmed their fears. Little Remus Lupin would never be the same again.

You'll be in my heart

No matter what they say

Remus survived his encounter with the werewolf—but just barely. He was patched up at St. Mungo's, informed he was a werewolf, and sent on his merry way. After that night, Remus never asked his mother to tell him stories about Narnia again and Susan never offered. Her faith was once again shaken, though she knew it would never again be completely shattered as it once was. Every night Susan prayed for Aslan to protect her son and heal him. However, she would wait many years before her prayers were finally answered, after a fashion…

You'll be here in my heart, always

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