Peter looked up and saw his brother crying a little. "Here you take this one....I have the other one." He said handing Edmund the family picture. "I know we have to stay here but it would be so much easier(sp?) for us if she was here." Peter said as he let a couple tears come out.

Edmund nodded. "I know, but you have to think: in Narnia, it has been a year. In our world, it hasn't even aged a second. Mother is fine. Dad...well, I don't know. We haven't heard of him, remember?" Ed asked, remembering the day before they were sent to Professor Kirke's house, the day the raids were happening. He could remember running away from the bomb shelter, trying to get dad's picture. And then Peter shoving him into the bomb shelter, breaking the picture in the process. He remembered the sour, hateful look he gave Peter...he rembered Peter saying "You’re so selfish! Why do you always have to be so selfish! You only think about yourself! You could have got us killed! Why can't you just do as you're told?" and slamming the shelter door. He wiped another tear away, and saying, "Peter, I'm sorry."

Ooc: Oh, it's alright!

Hermione and Susan had been walking for some time, and still weren't at the dining room.

Susan sighed, feeling dreadful. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I got us terribly lost!"

"Edmund, Why are you sorry?" Peter asked a bit confused.

"I have been a horrible ***. I am so sorry." Edmund said, remembering the blue box he had in his room. He went to get it and came back. He took out the picture of his father. "Remember?" he said, holding the picture up, it had his dad standing in front of the bomb shelter, the day he had gotten sent off to war. "That day, I hated you. With every fiber of my being I hated you. Because I thought you were replacing dad." Edmund said. "I don't hate you anymore, you were just doing what father had told you. I was a stupid brute for not realising that." Edmund said. Peter's words echoed in his mind, "You’re so selfish! Why do you always have to be so selfish! You only think about yourself! You could have got us killed! Why can't you just do as you're told?" over and over they played untill he shook them out. "It is all behind us now, right? You do forgive me?"

Elphie smiled encouragingly at Harry. "Yes," she said softly, "that would be a pretty good place to start, I think. Unless you want someone else to."

"Well, I am pretty confused about all of it. I know that Voldemort had choosen me over a boy named Neville Longbottom. When I was one," Harry started, "Voldemort came to my house and killed my parents. I went to stay with my aunt, uncle, and cousin. I lived there until my eleventh birthday, and I found out I was a wizard. I went to Hogwarts and found out about a thing called the Sorcerer's Stone. Voldemort wanted it for himself. I defeated him that year, with the help of Ron and Hermione, for the second time." Harry said, sighing.

"In my second year, something called the Chamber of Secrets was open. I absolutly refuse telling what that is. Elphie, will you do the honors?"

"What honors?" She laughed. "Oh! Right. Well, when Hogwarts castle was built by Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin, 3 of the founders got along well. Slytherin didn't. He built a secret chamber with a monster in it, and when he got mad at the other founders and left, he closed the chamber. The chamber could only be opened when his heir returned, and only the heir could control the monster. Well, Voldemort turned out to be the heir, and when he tried to kill Harry, his power of being able to talk to snakes was transferred to Harry. So everyone thought Harry was the one wreaking havoc over the school because he's a parseltongue, but it was really Voldemort controlling someone through some enchanted journal." She looked at the others to make sure her summary was true. "Right?"

Harry nodded. "Right. That second heir, though she didn't mean any harm, was Ginny Weasley. Soon, she was taken down to the Chamber of Secrets and Voldemort, taking the shape of his sixteen year old self, tried to drane Ginny's energy to him. Tom, that is Voldemort's real name, sent a basklisk (sp?) on me. Surely you know what a basklisk is." Harry said. No one nodded. "Elphie?"

"Why me?" Elphie questioned before continuing. "A basilisk is a huge snake that has extremely poisonous fangs and if you look it in the eye, you die. Your turn, Harry."

"Well, I can't explain all of it!" Harry said. "Anyways, I ran and I finally killed the dreadful thing and killed Tom. Ok, not killed him, but- it is complicated. Nothing happened in my third year, except I learned I had a godfather named Sirius Black. In my fourth year, Voldemort was reborn. Now, he wasn't really alive at all. In order to kill him, we need the seven (or is it six?) Horcuxs (sp?) that is keeping him alive." Harry said. "But in my fifth year, Sirius d-died and in my sixth year the headmaster of our school, Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore(sp?I can't spell!!) died, both killed by his followers or death eaters."

Lucy silently listened to the others, absorbing every word spoken. This was all very interesting, and she didn't have anything to say since the others covered all the topics.

Mr. Tumnus looked at Harry. His story was a sad one. He sat there solemnly and waited for someone else to speak.

Susan and Hermione had wandered the halls till they came to the dining room, glad they had made it. Before they went in though, Susan and Hermione listened to Harry's story. Susan especially, since she didn't know anything about the guests.

Hermione stepped into the room, feeling she had to mention something since she was gone the entire time. "And now," she said, being the center of attention. "Some Deatheaters are here in this world! Voldemort not only wants to take over our world, but this one as well! And who knows what could happen if he reigns here!" Hermione stood there, voicing everyone's fears in a huge speech. This was not going to be fun.

"Yes, and as cruel as he is, we need to kill him." Harry said, "But only we," he indecated (sp?) the witches and wizards, "Only have the proper tools to kill the deatheaters."


"We Narnians do, too!" Tumnus called. "We have armor. We have swords. We have bows and arrows."

"That may not be enough. The deatheaters can just blast you out of your armour! Set fire to your arrows..." Hermione said sadly. "But, with proper planning, Narnians may still be able to fight!"

"We have special gifts, too, from Father Christmas," Lucy added, thinking of her magic phial that was filled with drops of healing. She remembered when she saved many creatures' and peoples' lives on that day...it's wasn't so long ago, was it?

"Everyone can help. I will help. I will fight." Tumnus said.

"Oh no, Mr. Tumnus! Please don't! Don't go!" Susan cried, coming from the previous hiding spot. "Only soldiers and us should go! Using the gifts from Father Christmas, like Lucy said."

"I need to fight! I wasn't able to last time, and I am perfectly able to now." Tumnus told the Queen. "And won't Harry and the rest be fighting, too? And I am one of the eldest people here, I need to fight or die trying. Queen Susan, please unsderstand this. If it helps you, I will have a bow and arrow instead of a sword, standing beside you and Lucy the whole time." said the Master Tumnus, pleading with the Queens. It was up to them, not himself, to decide if he could go or not.

Susan glanced at Lucy, and bowed her head slightly. "Yes, you may go Mr. Tumnus. If you feel that's where you belong, we don't have any right to take that away from you," Susan said. "It's just, we don't want you to get hurt!"

"Oh, I won't get hurt." Master Tumnus said. "Keep your chin up." he added, putting a finger under her chin. "I will be fine, Daughters of Eve." Tumnus said, kissing Susan and Lucy both on the back of the hand. "And if I do get hurt, don't you have your magic cordial(sp?)?"

"Harry, they don't understand," Elphie said quietly to Harry while Tumnus was talking to the queens. "They'll all be killed, armed with only weapons like arrows and swords. How can they fight with a chance to survive?"

"It is their country." he wispered. "They have the right to fight. But, some will die. I might die, you might die. Everyone has an equal chance of dieing. All right, I might have a bigger chance, but that isn't the problem. They have things we don't. We need help. How many wizards and witches are there on our side? How many are on Voldemort's side? It is like, one thousand agianst about ten, we need more people." he said, not really wanting all of the Narnians to risk their life, but if they wanted to be free...it was all up to Aslan now. "We will see what Aslan says about all this."

Elphie hesitated, then nodded. "You're right," she whispered back. "Maybe we could make them wands somehow to use? Then they could be better equiped, even if they're not magic."