A Chronicles of Narnia Fanfiction by Darkened-Storm
Disclaimer: I, Darkened-Storm, own only my plot, ideas and characters. C.S Lewis owns The Chronicles of Narnia: the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Any characters you do not recognise from his series including Stephanie and Rebecca Pevensie are my creations.
Note: This story is a tie-in to the first (/second) book the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe and is based around my two OCs, Stephanie and Rebecca Pevensie (you have been warned). I will not be rewriting the entire story (I'm sure you know it already) but just events that are key to my characters. It will be a combination of the books and the movies. This is also my first Narnia fanfiction
IMPORTANT: Due to an error with the document manager, I uploaded the wrong version of this story (half the chapter was missing) Please accept my sincerest apologies, I will be more careful in future.
Chapter One: The House in The Country
The year was 1940 and London was in the midst of the Second World War. Two sisters, Stephanie and Rebecca were sent away to stay with their cousins at the home of an old Professor named Digory Kirke, who was a distant relative of their aunts. They were sent away because the German air raids on the city made London a very unpleasant place to live. Professor Kirke lived in a very old mansion (older than the Professor himself) in the heart of the country, ten miles from the nearest railway station and two miles from the nearest Post Office.
Now most children would be excited to be sent away to an exciting house in the country, but Stephanie and Rebecca were as miserable as two little girls could be. They were waiting on a wooden bench at a country station called Combe Halt to be collected by the Professor's housekeeper, Mrs Macready. Already they had been away from their home in Kingston for half a day and already they missed their mother and their father had been away for so long that Rebecca, who was the youngest of the two, could hardly remember what he looked like.
"Cheer up, Becks," Steph said. "I'm sure we'll have lots of fun with our cousins – you remember Susan and Lucy, you had such a fun time with them when they came to stay last summer."
She might as well have been talking to a wall for all the response she got from her little sister - at least walls didn't pull faces at you. Steph tried not to take it personally and told herself that her sister was just upset about the whole situation.
It wasn't, Steph decided, the worst place they could be in. When the war had first began, Steph had overheard her mother and father discussing whether they would send both girls to live with their Aunt Alberta and Uncle Harold in Cambridge. Alberta and Harold had one son, Eustace Clarence Scrubb, who neither of the girls liked very well so Steph had been understandably relieved to hear they would instead be sent to stay with their cousins from Finchley instead.
She liked Susan and got along well with her in school (both girls attended St Finbars throughout the school year) and she adored the youngest. Susan and Lucy had two brothers who would be coming to stay with the Professor as well. Peter was the oldest, having turned thirteen last Spring (Steph would be turning thirteen at the end of Autumn). Susan was twelve, a year younger than Peter, and nine months older than Becky, who was eleven. Edmund, the other brother was ten years old and Lucy was only eight.
At the moment, however, Steph was beginning to wonder if the Professor had forgotten they were coming when a small carriage pulled up before the station, pulled by a large white mare. A very stern looking woman sat in the carriage and peered down at them over her spectacles. Steph got the feeling she wasn't the sort of woman to cross. "Mrs Macready?" she asked uncertainly.
"I'm afraid so," the woman answered and opened the carriage door for them to get in. She frowned at their small collection of belongings as they climbed into the carriage together and sat down. When they were settled, Macready tapped the horse pulling the carriage twice and they were off.
It was a long trip from Combe Halt station to the Professor's house. Becky fell asleep after a while and Steph nudged her awake when the house came into sight.
"There are rules," the Macready said as she led them through the house and up the stairs. "No running, no shouting – no touching the historical artefacts (Becky immediately pulled her hand back from the statue at the top of the stairs) – and above all, no disturbing of the Professor."
She led them to a bedroom on the third floor and opened the two. "Put your bags in there and come and join the Professor for dinner. The meal will be served in fifteen minutes and you are not to be late."
Wordlessly, the two girls shuffled into the room with their bags and put them down on the wooden floor. Becky went to the window and muttered; "we're stuck in the middle of nowhere."
"It's not so bad," Steph said, looking around, "there's books and a wireless – we can listen to our favourite radio programmes." She didn't even need to look at her sister to know Becky wasn't impressed, but there wasn't much either of them could do about it.
"Look, it's just until the war is over – then we can go back home again."
"Do you know how long wars go for?" Becky snapped back. "Mother said the last war with Germany lasted four years."
Steph didn't know what to say to that, so she didn't say anything at all. They unpacked some of their things in relative silence and put them in the wardrobes, then washed up for dinner.
"Oh bother," Steph muttered as soon as she stepped out of the room and realised she didn't know the way back to the Dining room.
"You're lost, aren't you?" Becky said after Steph had walked up and down the passage a third time.
"Just give me a minute," Steph muttered, retracing her steps to the end of the corridor and down a set of stairs she thought she recognised. By the time they reached the Dining room they were very, very late. Dinner had already been served and the Professor sat at the head of the table. Their cousins, Susan and Lucy sat on one side of him, and Peter and Edmund on the other.
"I'm so sorry Professor Kirke," Steph said. "We got lost." She heard Becky shift nervously behind her and felt felt the Macready's scrutinising eyes on her from across the table.
"I warned them not to be late, Professor," the Macready said sternly. The Professor waved his hand.
"That's all right, Mrs Macready – the house is very large after all. Come and sit down with your cousins." He smiled delightedly as Becky pulled out the chair beside Lucy and sat down. Steph sat down beside Edmund, who'd grown much taller than when she'd last seen him.
"That's the way," the Professor said. "Now, eat up and let's all get to know one another. Peter, do tell me what form you're in at school."
"Third form, Professor," Peter answered.
"Excellent, excellent, and what subjects do you study?"
The conversation continued that way throughout dinner. It was a very delicious dinner, better than anything any of them had ever tasted. The Professor asked each of the children in turn what class they were in, and which were their favourite subjects and what after-school activities they did.
"I have quite a large library upstairs, full of wonderful books," he told Steph, when she said that she liked to read. "You may borrow some of them if you like." To the boys he said; "There's a lake outside that's wonderful for fishing. I daresay I've never caught anything in my time, but you may have better luck than I."
After dinner, the girls sat together on Lucy and Susan's bed and listened to the wireless. There wasn't much talking because Lucy, Becky and Susan were all too miserable to talk and Steph didn't really know what to say to Peter. She had never been very good at talking to boys – especially Peter. She might have tried talking to Edmund except that after dinner Peter had sent him to get ready for bed and he hadn't come back yet.
"The sheets feel scratchy," she said sadly. Becky patted her hair and Peter came over to sit on the edge of his sister's bed.
"Wars don't last forever, Lucy," Susan said kindly. "We'll be home soon."
"If home is still there," Edmund said pointedly as he joined them in the room, dressed in his pyjamas and dressing gown. He was tired, and pretending not to be, which only made him grumpier.
Susan scowled. "Isn't it time you were in bed?" she said.
"Yes, Mum," Edmund said in a mocking tone.
"Ed!" Peter said, giving his brother a nasty look. Edmund muttered something under his breath that none of them heard quite clearly and shuffled off back to his room. The damage was done though, and Lucy was looking even more upset than before.
"Is he always so nasty?" Becky asked and patted Lucy's hair again.
"No," Peter said, still miffed. "Just most of the time. Leave him be and he'll go to bed."
"Shouldn't we all go to bed?" Steph said, "it's late and we'll be told off if we're heard talking here?"
"We won't be heard," Peter said. "It's about a ten minute walk from here to that dining room and any number of stairs and passages in between. I daresay this is the sort of place where no one is going to care much what we do."
"As long as we keep away from the Macready," Becky said with a scowl.
"Perhaps we should go outside then," Susan suggested. "There's bound to be lots of fascinating creatures out there, like badgers and eagles."
"Do you think there'll be rabbits like Albert?" Becky asked hopefully. Albert had been the pet rabbit Becky and Steph had had in their yard back in London.
"Not exactly like Albert," Steph said. "He was a white rabbit and they don't have them in the wild."
"But there will be rabbits?" Lucy pressed on excitedly.
"I guess so," Steph said. She wasn't entirely sure what kind of animals lived in this part of the country. "We can spend the day exploring and see."
Peter looked satisfied with this plan. "See Lu," he said. "Tomorrow's going to be great, really."
"We won't be any good for exploring if we don't get some sleep," Susan said, giving Peter a gentle nudge. "Off to bed with you," she said, shooing her brother off the bed.
"All right, I'm going," Peter said, getting off the bed. "Don't stay up all night chatting," he warned them with a grin, and they promised they wouldn't.
Steph helped Susan fix the over Becky and Lucy. They'd originally intended for Susan to share the double bed with Lucy and Steph would take the bed next to the window so that Becky could take the bed by the door because she often made more than one trip to the bathroom each night.
"No point moving you two now," Steph decided, because they both looked comfortable and content cuddled up together. Susan didn't seem to mind either and took the bed by the door, leaving Steph the one by the window.
"Will you read to us?" Becky asked hopefully.
Becky hadn't asked to be read to since before the war began. It wasn't long after the Germans had declared war on England that Steph noticed her little sister's behaviour begin to change. She acted very proper now, like their mother, but sitting on Lucy's bed, her arms wrapped tightly around the younger girl's waist, Becky looked much younger than she had when they'd left Kingston. Perhaps it was a combination of being sent away from home and having Lucy around that made Becky feel as though she could be an eleven year old girl again.
"What book would you like?" Steph asked at last, and Lucy's face lit up with excitement.
"Oh, will you read Peter Pan to us," she said at once. "That's my favourite!"
"Only because our brother's name is Peter," said Susan, and she seemed almost embarrassed. "Pick another story, Lu."
"But I like that one too," Becky said. She got up from the bed to fetch the book and placed it eagerly in Steph's hands. "Go on, read it already."
Steph laughed, sat back down on the bed and opened the book as Becky crawled back under the covers. Lucy clasped her hand and waited eagerly for her to begin. "All children, except one, grow up..."
Lucy only lasted a few pages, and Becky not much longer after that. By the time Steph was onto the second chapter, both girls were sound asleep. She tucked them both under the covers and went back to her own bed to finish reading when Peter peered into the room.
He saw her sitting up in bed and smiled awkwardly, then crossed the room to Susan's bed, where she had fallen asleep with her own book on the covers. He took the book, folded the corner of one page to mark where Susan was up to and placed it on her nightstand before Steph understood what he was doing.
"Checking up on us?" she teased.
"Not at all," Peter said, and then he looked sheepish. "Well, maybe," he admitted. He motioned to the book in her hands. "Night-time reading?" he asked.
"Lucy requested it."
"I'll let you get back to it then," he said.
He tucked the covers over Susan and fixed the sheets Becky had already kicked off in her sleep. He checked on Lucy last, pulling the sheets up to her chin. He lingered for a moment, watching her sleep and Steph got the impression that of his three siblings, Lucy was Peter's favourite.
When he was certain all three girls were fast asleep he crept to the window by the wireless and switched it on very low. Steph never knew how long he sat there, listening to the reports on the war and wondering (or dreading) if he'd hear the words Finchley or Kingston – she fell asleep after a few moments, lulled by the soft voices over the wireless. She never even noticed Peter fold her book closed and place it on the night stand before turning out the light.
My first Narnia fanfiction. A review is not required, but would be much appreciated. Also, I am looking for a beta reader if anyone is interested.