Harry Potter and the King of Narnia by: Harry Potter

Chapter One
Peter
If you have read the story of Harry Potter than you will know that Harry and his friends have graduated from Hogwarts. What if I told you though that Harry Potter still exists, but it is not a he, it is a she. A long time ago, way before Tom Riddle or Harry Potter there was a girl named Harry Potter. This is the story of Harry Potter and her best friend King Peter. She glittered like the sun itself, with her fiery red hair, on a chase of the wizards. King Peter had been in Narnia for ten years know and had fought millions of things, but none as tricky as wizards. There were in fact five of them in front of him right now. One short and ugly, one tall and willowy, one tall and strong, one big and stocky, and one had his hood up, which is, I have to think, very smart of him. My horse was the best in the North of Narnia, and while my horse is the best in the North my group of soldiers horses though were lacking behind from exertion. I can see that the wizards were also getting tired. One of the wizards then trips over a root and falls to the ground. I hear whoops behind me, but I know what this means. I whip my horse again and again to make him go faster, and now I have finally caught up to the one who fell on the ground. I am about to reach him when. Poof! He vanishes in to afternoon, nothing but a distasteful memory now. He started it off though and now the rest of them are vanishing. We must be beyond the boundary because they would not be vanishing if that was not the case. Now all but one is gone. The hooded one keeps running. I tilt my head skyward and laugh. Looks like the wasnt such a brilliant plan after all. I take out my sword and try to find the most comfortable position I can make on a horse. I take a jab at him, and miss. Damnit, I hiss out. He then shoulder rolls onto my left side, which is considerably a very smart move because I am right handed. Thankfully though I have had practice for these situations. I swing the sword over to my left hand again I take a good jab and again I miss. Something grumbles deep inside me anger, frustration, admiration, or maybe just flat out confusion because of what he or maybe she does next.

When one attempts suicide one usually does it with hesitation, but she does not hesitate one second before she jumps off the cliff and into the plain beneath. Everyone behind me is huffing and puffing. I go over to the edge and watch her go down. Right when she jumped her hood fell down. Thats when I saw the long blonde hair and knew who it was. Harry Potter.

Chapter 2
Harry
Harry had jumped and hoped that the Peter had seen that it was her. I could hear them shouting now, probably confused. If Peter does know it was her she will know that I need her back at Hogwarts, she will know that Lord Voldemort is back and stronger than ever. You have to be really brave to fight and she is just the kind of woman for this job being the best in Narnia. I then look down into the plain growing larger under my body. It feels so good the fresh air and sun light. Everyone always tells me never to look down when falling, but I dont agree because when I am falling I should look down to see where the path ends and only then can I know if I am safe or not. I should feel like I have fallen off a shivering tree, plucked off by Lord Voldemort and his followers and stomped on then left there to die, but that is not how I feel. Lord Voldemort can physically torture me as much as he pleases, but he cannot touch the only place that counts, my mind. They had also taken my parents, but whats done is done and I have my grandma and my friends. Neville Longbottom, the Chosen One, the Boy Who Lived, is the main victim at this time. In less than a hour they will fight all the witches and wizards of the area. Fred, my boyfriend, will be there. So will George, Bill, Charlie, Ron, and Ginny. Hopefully they will not let Ginny fight. I do not know what will happen, but all I know is that it will all turn out alright in the end. I have come to the end of the cliff know so, I produce a hover charm to make sure I dont die. I look back up again, Peter is not standing at the edge anymore, but I have a feeling that I made a big enough impact to keep them standing there a while. I stand up and roughly brush myself off. Hopefully she will gather some more courageous friends to come and fight, other wise this was a complete waste of time. She probably wont get

anyone to come though, apparition isnt particularly popular in there. Peter tolerates it, but honestly I think she would rather just take Flu- Powder or something. When I disapparate to Hogwarts I do not expect to find Peter sitting on the rock by the gates with a very peaceful expression. She doesnt even know whats going on, I think. I walk over to her, she is in a slight daydream, but as I come into a yard from her rock she looks up at me. I look at her back straight in the eye and then swiftly move past her. With the state of Hogwarts and me I think she knows that no greeting is necessary. She gets up a few seconds after and silently follows me. Neither of us talk until we are about a half mile away from the school, that is now our war ground. We could continue walking while I talk, but I need to make sure I can get out what I want to say. This may be the last time I get to talk to her forever and I want to make it good. I stop, so does Peter and before I can say anything she hugs me. We stand like this for a couple of minutes. Then Peter says, What will we tell mum? I pull back and look at her then I look at Hogwarts and say, I think she would want to see us be brave. Yeah or just go kick some ass. I throw my arm around her shoulder and we continue walking. Then I approach the inevitable. I take a deep breath. One, two, three, What if one of us doesnt make it, Peter, what if we both dont make it. What will mum and dad do then. I mean if I was them I would go and sue Neville Longbottom or Voldemort for killing my child, sister, or friend. No you wouldnt. Yes, I would. She eyes me and I give in, No, I probably wouldnt, but yes I would think about it. Yeah, I would to. I just dont want to le you like we did Rasia. He looks me straight in the eye, We wont. Harry remember what I said back in spring that family will always find each other, I meant that to apply to anyone on any day. I start to cry like a little child because I know that she is right, but I also am still very worried about losing her. As we begin walking again I start to get more and more anxious. I finally start to run to the the castle, but when I turn around to find Peter is

not catching up with me I resentfully run back towards her. Come on, we need to get prepared for the fight. Oh, I close my mouth because something is there at the edge a slim, long figure slithering in the grass. Is that... Peter says. the snake, I say. Then I see it the a mask that looks like it is flowting in air, but from experience I know its a death eaters mask. Come on, I say. and we quietly trudge up the slope by Hagrids hut to the bridge. Before we reach the bridge I see the silent dome forming over our head, protection, but not if we dont make the cut off. Its moving faster now. Lets run shall we, Peter says. That is a brilliant idea, I say. So, we start running. Now passing the seven stones the dome is almost complete so I make a dive at the bridge, Peter follows. When I look up the doom is sealed and we are safe, but not safe, sound, but not sound, and yet I am okay.