Disclaimer: I do not own the Chronicles of Narnia.

mmm, yeah, so recently I watched both The Lion, The Witch, & The Wardrobe, and Prince Caspian. I got the soundtrack and have been listening to it Constantly! I also went through my old laptop and pulled a lot of stuff off there, one story being a Narnia chapter I wrote some time ago. I have no clue what the original plot was, only that it was a Peter/Susan story (I hadn't read any of the other books yet and there were no other guys to pair her with). So I revamped this thing and have 3 chapters now. I don't think you have to have seen the movie or read the book to understand it, as this is AUish.

It is still Peter/Susan, but it's not incest... if you don't wanna read though, then don't.

Summary: Susan and her brother Edmund climb through a wardrobe into the magical world of Narnia. There, the White Witch rules cruelly, and she turns Edmund to stone. To get him back, Susan must enlist the help of young Queen Lucy and the overconfident High King Peter.


Part I

Chapter I – The Two Wardrobes


Susan Pevensie was a creative and open-minded girl. She had read many fairytales and fantasy stories, and she loved to try on her mother's gowns and cosmetics. Sometimes she would even play 'house' with her brother and the cat. However, while Susan was perfectly fine pretending things, she had a much harder time actually believing them.

"Edmund, this house is not haunted," she said for what felt like the hundredth time that week. Her brother was convinced that the professor's house was inhabited by spirits and other unearthly things. Once a likeable person, Edmund had lately been a total brat. Even before their mother had sent them to live with the professor, he had acted nasty and distant. Susan could not recall exactly when he had changed from the kind younger brother into the rude teenager he was now, but it had started shortly after their father left for war and Edmund had begun middle school. He began to skip classes and his friends stopped visiting; he picked on Susan at home and criticized the new responsibilities their mother had taken on. As sad as she knew her mother was at having to send her children away, Susan knew that her mother would find relief from Edmund's constant remarks.

"Don't tell me what to think," Edmund snapped back. "I've heard weird noises at night… things scratching at the walls! You just can't hear them!"

"Fine, then prove it," she replied, tired of arguing. "Just leave me alone until you can prove this house is haunted. I'm going to bed."

Susan left the sitting room, with Edmund looking after her sulkily. She went up to the second landing and into the bedroom she shared with him; she grabbed her nightdress and went into the bathroom, wanting to be sound asleep by the time Edmund decided to stop ghost-hunting. As she brushed her teeth, she thought of her mother, alone and vulnerable in the hazardous city of London. What would happen if her mother got ill? What about the bombs, what if one… No, Susan shook her head; she would not ask such dangerous questions. No use getting upset over something that had not happened. If it did happen… well she wasn't thinking about that now. She slipped into her purple nightgown, tying the ribbon that wrapped under her bust. She would need a new one soon; this one was getting tight, and her mother had given it to her three years ago. But there had been no time for shopping before the evacuation.

"Susan, hurry up in there! Stop trying to look pretty and get out," Edmund said in a bothered voice. "Not even makeup can hide your unfortunate looks!"

She wanted to yell back, but Susan was afraid she might wake the professor, or worse, Mrs. Macready. Mrs. Macready was the housekeeper, and a very strict one. She had sent Susan to bed with no dinner after Edmund lied and said that she had thrown the baseball through the window. However, Mrs. Macready could tell that Edmund was an awful boy and had sent him straight to bed as well. She had been in an especially foul mood the morning that Edmund had begun his 'this house is haunted' story. And every time he was punished for telling lies, Susan was too. If only the professor had been a kind man, Susan might have been able to cope with the housekeeper; however, the professor had yet to show himself, and Susan feared he was actually instructing Mrs. Macready to be horrible.

"Calm down, Ed," she responded quietly, opening the bathroom door. "That bitter look might get stuck on your face."

He shoved her aside as he passed and said, "Better than the ugly one that is on yours!" Then he slammed the door in her face.

Trying not to let her brother's words upset her, Susan climbed into bed and tried to fall asleep. She heard Edmund enter the room minutes later, closing the door behind him. Thankfully he didn't try to convince her of ghosts, or complain about how ugly she was again. Susan knew she was not an ogre, but she loved her brother and it still hurt when he was mean. After several long minutes of Edmund's light snores, she crept out of bed and carefully opened the door, checking to make sure her brother stayed asleep. Then she tiptoed across the hall into the bathroom and locked herself in. Under the light of the full moon, Susan slipped her bra back on, causing the nightdress to be even tighter, but achieving a look of maturity. Then she took a small pouch out from one of the sink drawers. Inside lay some old cosmetics she had managed to sneak past her mother's eyes: blush, lipstick, eyeliner, and some brushes. She darkened her lids, painted her lips, and reddened her cheeks. Much better, she thought to herself.

A flash of lightning caused her jump, and prepared her for the booming crack of thunder that followed. Peering out the small window, Susan saw heavy rain begin to hit the ground, soaking Mrs. Macready's dry laundry. She let out a soft giggle, picturing in her mind the grumpy woman having to rewash and re-dry her clothes. She quieted her laugh suddenly, hearing a large creak! from outside the bathroom.

She bit her lip. It was probably just Edmund, coming to torment her again. Then she heard it again, and it sounded heavier than a footstep of his. She clasped her hands together nervously, but then scolded herself for being so scared. Edmund's stories had gotten to her, that was all. It had to be the professor, coming up from his study; there was no other explanation. Susan's breath hitched, however, as the doorknob turned. She panicked and grabbed her toothbrush; perhaps she could stab whatever it was in the eye. The lock clicked, and the door opened. Susan cried out, backed up, and slipped on the bathmat; she landed hard on the tiled floor and peered up at the intruder.

"Brushing our teeth in the dark, are we?" came the harsh voice of Mrs. Macready, Edmund peering around her should with a smug grin. "Get back in bed before I take away your breakfast!"

Susan hastily complied, glad that Mrs. Macready did not seem to notice the makeup, sure that it would have meant punishment. She quickly got back in bed, heard Edmund do the same, and then the housekeeper closed and locked the door.

"I hope she opens that in the morning," Edmund whined from his side of the room.

"It's your fault, you know," she whispered back. "You just had to go fetch her…"

"I was only trying to get you in trouble, not me."

Susan held back a retort, and tried to focus on falling asleep. Even without Edmund's snores, she was having trouble. Wait… why wasn't he snoring? She concentrated, but heard nothing. Then she heard it. A soft kind of scratching that sounded far away and yet so close, similar to when Susan used to put her head down on the school desk, and then tapped on the underside of it with her fingers. What in the world was her brother doing?

"Edmund," she whispered, "stop that; I can't fall asleep."

"Caught on finally, have you?" he asked. "That's the noise I keep hearing!"

"What is it?"

"I don't know," he answered irritably. Then, as if it were the obvious answer, he said, "Maybe it's a ghost?"

Edmund had been restless since the first day when Mrs. Macready forbid them from exploring the house. Deprived of activity, he had clung to his haunted house theory, hoping for some excitement in the form of a ghost. Susan sat up and looked over at him. "Well, let's think logically. It must be a branch at the window or something. It is storming outside."

"Su, I've been hearing this all week!" he argued, using her nickname. She loved it when he called her that; if he still had a pet name for her, he wasn't completely lost. "Help me look around the room!" he commanded

Deciding she would not get sleep either way, Susan lit two candles and handed one to Edmund. The two siblings walked around their small bedroom, looking for mouse holes or cracks in the windows. Susan looked behind the beds and under the dresser, while Edmund climbed into the large closet wardrobe, making noise pushing around the coat hangers. "Shh, Ed," she warned. "You're being too noisy, and I don't even hear it anymore."

However, she had no sooner said that than the scratching resumed, louder. She turned toward the wardrobe, and Edmund popped his head out.

"Susan, come quick!" he said excitedly, ducking back into the closet.

She hesitated, fearing he had found a raccoon or some other animal. She opened the wardrobe door to see Edmund standing in front of a long passageway. "Ed, what did you do?"

"I just leaned on the wall!" he snapped. "It's not my fault the wall caved in! Come on, Susan, let's go!"

"Go? Go where?" she asked. "Down the tunnel? No thank you, I've had quite enough nonsense for one night. Besides, what if we run into Mrs. Macready?"

Edmund scoffed, "You are no fun. You're just plain old Susan, as I thought. Well, I'm going! I bet it leads to a treasure room... or an old library."

She knew he had added the last part just to peak her interest, but it had worked. "Alright… but let me put on some shoes; I am not getting back in bed with dirty feet." She put on her slippers, and Edmund did the same, also grabbing his bathrobe. The two climbed back into the wardrobe and entered the dark tunnel.

"I can't see anything," Susan complained, for they blown out their candles before leaving (the flames might have caught one of the wardrobe clothes on fire). Suddenly a beam of light was cast from behind her, and she turned to see Edmund holding out his torch. "Oh good, you brought that!"

She let him take the lead, following close behind. They walked for about ten minutes, before reaching a dead end. "Perhaps it opens on the other side?" Edmund suggested. His sister didn't want to risk it opening into someone's bedroom, but she was too slow in stopping him from leaning on the wall.

Nothing happened. Susan sighed with content and leaned against a conjoining wall. She felt it move behind her, and she tumbled out into a large room, diming lit by small windows. Edmund jumped out after her, a triumphant look upon his handsome features. "I was right! It is a library."

Susan rubbed her bruised knee and glanced around. It was indeed a library, a beautiful, old library like one she had always longed to visit. Edmund was already browsing the shelves, no doubt looking for a book about war. She felt he was trying to read up on what shooting someone was really like, and she had a bad feeling it had something to do with their father. And there were plenty of books about war in this library! Susan guessed the Professor was a historian, for the room was full of history books and artifacts. Unfortunately, there were no fantasy books, but she was satisfied with a book about the Medieval Ages. The two teenagers spent hours poring over their books, and they did not even notice when dawn began to creep through the windows. It was only when they heard a door slam downstairs that they realized how late it was.

"Oh no," Susan gasped, closing the book and placing it on a table carelessly. "It's Mrs. Macready! She always wakes at the crack of dawn! Quick, back into the tunnel!"

"But how will we close the door? There's no handle on the inside!"

Suddenly there were footsteps approaching from the left door. Edmund pushed the wall-door closed, and then the siblings ran to the right, where another door led into an opposite corridor. Closing it behind them, they raced down the hall, hoping to reach their room before the housekeeper did.

"Professor, I'm bringing up your breakfast," Mrs. Macready's voice carried up the stairs next to Susan.

Edmund glanced frightfully at the stairs before he took off running back toward the library. Susan went after him as he tried to open one of the other doors. "It won't open!" he whispered frantically. His sister rolled her eyes, even in the panic, and opened the door next to it. Frowning as if she had beaten him at chess, Edmund followed, closed the door and locked it, and then turned to see why Susan had stopped so suddenly.

The only thing in the room was a large wardrobe, much larger than the one in their bedroom. Susan realized that the wardrobe was not as big as she thought, but rather the room was very little. The door was polished and ornately carved, with a tree as the main picture. Surrounding the tree were a crown, sun, mountain, castle, and two unicorns. The two stood there, mesmerized, just staring at the massive armoire. Then, from somewhere in the house, Mrs. Macready's voice barked unexpectedly, "The children are missing!"

Edmund did not give it a second thought as he yanked open the door and climbed inside, pulling Susan in after him. They pulled the door shut, but before it latched Susan pushed back. "What?" Edmund hissed. "You want her to find us?"

"No, but one should never close a door on oneself when there is no handle on the inside!" she whispered back, leaving the door to barely rest against the latch. Susan gasped as she saw the doorknob turn without success, and she backed up on Edmund's foot. Muttering several words she never would have used, her brother walked further into the wardrobe, pushing coats out of the way. Susan followed, occasionally glancing back at the door, but they walked so deep into the wardrobe that soon she could no longer see back into the room. Suddenly Edmund tripped on something, and he grabbed Susan's arm to catch himself. The action failed, and the two fell into a heap of limbs and tree branches… and snow…?

Susan gasped again, this time forgetting to keep her voice down. They had fallen out of the wardrobe into a snow-covered forest. Everywhere she looked there were thick trees, as tall as the eye could see. Snow was lazily drifting down through the branches, collecting on the ground and some on the lamppost. She briefly wondered what a lamppost was doing in the middle of a forest and who had lit it, before she realized that she really was standing in a snow-covered forest complete with lamppost.

"Where… where are we?" she asked aloud, not really expecting an answer. "We're still inside the wardrobe, right, Ed?"

When he didn't answer, she fearfully looked around, images of lions and tigers or bears forming in her mind. However, she did not need to worry long; Edmund was making a rather deformed snowman in the middle of a small road.

"Look, Susan, it's you," he teased, drawing a rather unattractive frown on the snowman's face.

"Come on, Ed, let's go back," she offered. "We'll get in trouble—"

"Get in trouble? Of course we will, Susan, if we go back! Where's your sense of adventure? Just look at where we are!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms out. "We're in a wardrobe where it's snowing! Besides, if we go back, Mrs. Macready will get us!"

"I don't know exactly what happened, but we must have fallen outside the house," Susan reasoned. "It's a freak weather accident…" Even as she told herself this, she could not find the Professor's house in any direction; the man lived on a plantation, not in a wood. She felt a cold wind blow through her thin nightdress, and she wished she had grabbed a robe like Edmund.