Edmund Pevensie sat in the corner of the room twiddling his pencil between his fingers, his glazed eyes staring at the clock hanging above the blackboard. It was the last day of term at Hendon House, and most of the boys were messing around and talking and passing notes, but not Edmund. He used to be like that a long time ago, but not anymore; he remembered a time when he would gladly hang around people like that and scowled. Bunch of egoistic idiots, the lot of them, he thought, and gazed out of the window where he could see a group of boys playing rugby outside. He quickly spotted his older brother among them: his dirty blond hair and eyes as blue as the Eastern Ocean, as Lucy often liked to say, marking him out as he ran towards the edge of the pitch and flung the ball far through the goal. Edmund swore he saw a glint of victory in his brother's eyes as he fell to his knees in exhaustion, the other boys looking on him with envy. That's one thing you still got, Pete, he whispered through the window, you lost a lot when we came back from Narnia, but you still got that power, that resilience. He then began to focus on his own reflection, his dark hair gently resting over his forehead and his dark onyx eyes that his father had given him. He sighed as he thought of his father still fighting in the war. He missed him so much.

"Pevensie!" He turned sharply to find his History professor, Dr. Crawley, staring venomously at him. "Have you been listening to a word I've been saying?" Some of the popular crowd at the back started smirking and elbowing their mates, eager not to miss the school loner getting into trouble. Edmund merely rolled his eyes. "You were telling us about how William the Conqueror beat Harold at the Battle of Hastings in 1066" he drawled, his words dripping with boredom. Crawley was beginning to go bright red like a tomato and his brow knotted furiously, but rather than intimidating Edmund he reminded him of a very fat and bloated pig. Unable to stop himself, he repressed a giggle.

"Are you disrespecting your elders Pevensie?!" Crawley bellowed in his face, drops of saliva hitting him in the face as he yelled, "As much as I'd expect from a runt with a half caste for a father!" Edmund felt the anger in him rising until he finally exploded. "Don't you DARE call my father that in front of me!" The class, which was before filled with whispers and laughter, fell silent as Crawley eyed his student with the most powerful look the boys had ever seen. "Headmasters Office, Pevensie. NOW."

At Hendon House, seeing the Head was never a good thing. You were never sent there to collect awards or congratulations, and certainly not just to have a little chat. There was only one reason boys were sent to the Head, and Edmund knew this more than anyone. As he walked down the cold hard corridors that made up the fine institution he wondered whether it would hurt him as much as it did before. He was a different person back then; the only pain he had known was the one he was once again about to face, the smooth burn of a cane smacked against your raw backside, but that was before they had gone to the country, Professor Kirke's house, and when it had all changed…

He snapped out of his daydream and realised that he was standing in front of the door to the Headmaster's office. Without hesitating he opened the door and walked in, slamming it behind him.

"I had hoped not to see you in here again, Mr. Pevensie"

"Well, you obviously gave your hope to the wrong person" Edmund replied curtly, standing in front of the desk and looking into the eyes of the man in front of him. He was a fairly old Headmaster, his hair beginning to thin out and turn grey, but he was still as strong as hell. He said to the boy, "You know the score by now, Pevensie. Bend over."

Edmund calmly knelt over his chair and tried to get into a state of relaxation. However, he suddenly remembered the last time someone had beaten him like this, and the recollection of that memory froze his heart.

Jadis.

He heard a large THWACK! And in a few seconds he felt a sudden rush of searing pain fill his entire body. He rasped in pain, NoNoNo...

He was trapped, chained, suffocated by the freezing ice that surrounded the cell where he lay. And she was there, gloating, laughing…

No, you're not real…

She hit him again, making his bones shatter and his sweat freeze against his skin. He could hear her joy, felt his pale and fragile body being lifted up and turned so that he saw the ice within her eyes, her soul…

You can never escape me…I will always be alive in your mind, silly boy…

NO!

Edmund woke up, almost hitting his head against the ceiling. He was confused and disorientated; he was in the school infirmary and he could see that his back was bandaged up. How the hell had he ended up here?

"Ed!" The boy turned to see Peter enter the infirmary and run towards his little brother, embracing him. "Thank Goodness you're alright! I'm afraid we missed the train back to Finchley, but I got us tickets for the 5:00 today…" He let go for a moment and looked at Edmund quizzically, "Are you ok?"

"I feel fine Pete, but what on earth happened?" Peter seemed to hesitate at that question. "Pete?" Edmund asked his brother worriedly. Peter sighed and sat down, laying a hand on his brother's knee.

"I was sent for at the end of P.E by the Headmaster himself, who was extremely rattled, I can tell you that. He told me that you had been sent to him…" At this point Peter attempted a disapproving look that made Edmund smirk, "and that he had started to punish you when…when…"

"What?" said Edmund, who was now very worried; Peter moved his hand to his shoulder and whispered, "He said you started talking to someone who wasn't there, you started screaming. He tried to calm you but you freaked and started hitting and kicking him, and then suddenly you passed out. He thought you were possessed, Ed. He recommended a bloody exorcism."

Edmund's blood grew cold as he listened to his brother's story and began to remember what had happened in the office that day. But it wasn't memories of hurting his Headmaster that came to mind, it was someone else entirely…

That was when Peter said, "You saw her again, didn't you?"

Edmund found that he was suddenly unable to breathe, and he choked back a sob of fear as he nodded, letting his head fall into his brother's neck, because he knew that only Peter would understand, only Peter…

He heard his brother whisper softly into his ear, "I will never let anyone hurt you ever again, Ed" as he caressed him, and he smiled.

"I Know Peter, I Know"