The next day, Hannah joined the Pevensie children outside. Fortunately, the rain has stopped. Not a single grey cloud was in sight. The bright rays of the sunlight gently touched the tips of the grass. The flowers showed off their vibrant colors, making the garden look like it came from a painting. Hannah gathered the sports equipment so Peter, Susan, and Edmund could play cricket. She wanted to relieve the siblings of this feeling of awkwardness that filled them with much discomfort. Hannah was especially concerned of Lucy, because she hasn't spoken to her siblings at all this morning.

Hannah and Lucy rested their backs against a tree bark. Lucy read through Hannah's copy of the Wizard of Oz. She slowly realized that she and Dorothy were very much the same. As Lucy read the book, Hannah stared longingly at the picture of her parents. It was hard for her to even imagine that she had the chance to enjoy herself and admire the beautiful flowers that adorned the garden. Hannah looked over at the older Pevensie siblings as they got ready to play their first round of cricket. It hurt her to know that because of her country's leader, their father was in the army.

No wonder Edmund hates me, Hannah thought.

Lucy noticed her friend's gloomy expression and asked, "Are you alright?"

Hannah thought to herself before answering. "I don't know," she said, avoiding eye contact.

"What's wrong?" Lucy asked, concerned.

"Everything," Hannah said. "This war is wrong. The fact that your siblings are in the country because of this war is wrong too."

"But look on the bright side," Lucy said, cheerfully. "I never would've met you."

Hannah chuckled to herself, looking at the little girl sincerely. The small smile on her face grew uncontrollably. It was something she couldn't hold back. She always wanted to hear those words from someone, and she was glad she heard them from Lucy. She seemed like the only friend she had at that moment.

"You're right Lucy," Hannah replied. "Maybe some things were meant to be."

"Do you think we were meant to discover Narnia?" Lucy asked.

Hannah pursed her lips in thought. She wasn't sure how to answer that question, because she herself was confused as to why they discovered Narnia. Not only that, but how a magical land ended up in the Professor's wardrobe in the first place. Sure, it always had a rather strange aura, but Hannah never would've guessed that the reason behind it was Narnia itself.

"I'm not sure," Hannah said, with doubt. "But there is a reason for everything that happens. We may not know it now, but we will figure it out eventually."

"I'm glad I met you, Hannah," Lucy said. "I don't feel so alone."

"Me too," Hannah smiled.

Lucy's face brightened up. She turned to her book and continued reading. Hannah looked over at the older Pevensies. By this time, they already finished setting up the equipment and were about to start the game. She sighed to herself, wanting to feel what it was like to have a family like theirs.

She stood up and neatly folded the picture of her parents, placing it in her short's pockets. Since the breeze was light and warm, she got to wear dark blue shorts that ended just above her knees and a white blouse. It was the perfect outfit for playing sports in. Hannah looked over at Lucy before heading to them. Edmund wasn't going to stop me from having some fun, she thought.

"I'll be back," she told her.

Lucy nodded, flipping over a page with a sigh. She wanted to play cricket, but she felt uncomfortable around her siblings. She just had to find some way for them to believe. Lucy looked over at Hannah from the corner of her eyes, watching as she confidently walked over to them. Peter had already finished assigning roles for Susan and Edmund. She noticed that Edmund already had a bat in his hand and Susan was a wicket-keeper, since she stood behind him. Hopefully he had enough room for her.

"Mind if I join you?" Hannah asked. "I could be a fielder."

Peter turned around, surprised to see that she got up to join them. She looked at him nervously, worried that he still thought she was a lunatic. He eyed Susan, who gave him a nod for reassurance. When he looked back at Hannah, he gave her a polite smile and pointed to an empty spot on Edmund's left.

"Of course," he smiled.

Edmund's eyebrows immediately furred once he saw her stand near him. Whenever he looked at her, all he could think about was his father going to war. In her dark eyes, he saw the colors red, black, and white. He couldn't see the color of the tragic yellow star. His gaze shifted from the manor to the glare she was giving him. He still didn't understand why Hannah didn't like the White Witch. There was this drive in him. He wanted to be King; there was nothing wrong with that. She isn't going to get in the way, Edmund thought.

Peter smirked to himself, tired of patiently waiting for his brother to turn around and pay attention to the game. He loosened up and got ready to pitch the ball. "Peter winds up, poised to take another wicket!" He threw the ball in the air and it landed on the boy's leg, causing Edmund to jump.

"Ow!" he winced, shooting his brother a glare.

"Whoops!" Peter said, teasingly. "Wake up, Dolly Daydream! I know you were staring into her eyes."

He jokingly batted his eyelashes as he spoke. Edmund's face to scrunch up in disgust. Hannah couldn't help but do the same. Susan smiled to herself, throwing the ball back at him.

"Why can't we play hide and seek again?" Edmund asked.

Lucy looked up from her book and frowned at him, while Hannah gave him her famous nasty glare. A shiver ran down his spine each time her eyes squinted menacingly.

"I thought you said it was a kid's game," Peter said, casually tossing the ball back and forth between his hands.

"Besides, we could all use some fresh air," Susan reasoned.

"It's not like there isn't any air inside," Edmund said, in an obvious tone.

"What she means, is that there's no fresh air inside," Hannah told him in a sassy tone. "You definitely need some from what I'm seeing."

She and Susan shared a smile, the first one in a while. It was nice to see Susan laugh, instead of scolding her about Narnia.

"Are you ready?" Peter asked.

Edmund hit his bat against the grass, getting ready to strike. "Are you?" he challenged, his nostrils flaring.

Peter ran and threw the ball in his direction, and Edmund whacked it. Hannah watched as it sailed through the air, following the ball's trail with her eyes. She mumbled a little prayer in her head, biting her lip nervously. Once she heard a loud crash, she winced. Hannah stared at the broken window in fright. Lucy turned around, her eyes widened at the sudden crashing sound. Hannah lead the siblings inside the manor, stopping in her tracks once she saw the armor laying on the floor.

"All this time, I never broke anything," she said, gulping. "I wonder how severe the punishment will be."

Peter shook his head. "Well done, Ed."

"You bowled it!" Edmund protested.

"What on earth is going on here?" a familiar voice shouted. Only one voice was able to make Hannah's body cold and tense, and it belonged to no one other than Ms. Macready. Her eyes contradicted in alert almost immediately. She rapidly turned to the Pevensies, who were just as frightened. They looked at each other in horror.

"The Macready!" Susan exclaimed, her eyes wide in alert.

"Come on!" Peter said.

The five of them ran for it. They left the room and entered the corridor. Hannah's heart beat so fast, that it made her head dizzy. The sound of Ms. Macready's footsteps echoing throughout the manor, making her more nervous. Once they approached the door that lead to the dining room, Edmund made a quick gesture with his hand, warning them to go back.

"Follow me!" Hannah told them.

She led the Pevensies through the corridor once more, passing by the Professor's studies. Hannah tried to open one door, but it wouldn't budge. Panicking, she turned to the siblings with a distraught look on her face. They quickly climbed down the stairs. No matter how many times she pushed, none of the rooms would budge. It seemed like they searched through the entire manor, until Edmund found one door that was opened the entire time. Hannah rushed inside without thinking, but she soon stopped to stare at the sight in front of her.

There she was, face to face with the wardrobe. Both Hannah and Lucy couldn't help but feel a slight pull towards it. Edmund was the first to run to the wardrobe and pull on the knob.

"Come on!" he said in desperation, gesturing to the opened wardrobe.

"Oh, you've got to be joking," Susan muttered.

"Would you rather see Ms. Macready's face when she's mad, or step inside the wardrobe?" Hannah asked. "I've seen her when she'd mad, and it's not a pretty sight."

Susan sighed, but before she was even able to make a decision, she, Peter, Hannah, and Lucy rapidly turned around to hear that the sound of the housekeeper's footsteps. They were now louder and quicker than before. That meant she was nearing the room. Peter guided the three girls into the wardrobe, making sure to close the door behind them.

"Get back!" Peter whispered, but there was no room to do so. The wardrobe wasn't big enough to fit five children inside. The smell of the fur coats and the tightness made it hard to breathe. The fact that it was dark didn't really help either. There was much shoving, pushing, and yelling. Hannah was getting rather tired of it.

"Peter, watch out!" Hannah cried.

"My toe!" Lucy complained.

"I'm not on your toe!" Edmund retorted. "Move back! Hannah, stop pushing me!"

"I'm not pushing you!" Hannah answered back.

"Watch it!" Susan exclaimed.

"Will you stop shoving?!" Peter said, with frustration.

At that moment, the eldest Pevensies fell backwards, landing on the snow. They slowly turned around, trying to take in the fact that they landed on a pile of snow in a wardrobe. Hannah watched with a smirk on her face, as she watched Peter and Susan stare at the magical world in front of them with wide eyes.

"Residing in the Professor's wardrobe, everything you see here, from the sticks and stones to the icicles hanging from the trees, is Narnia!" Hannah said in a narrator's voice, remembering what Mr. Tumnus told her the first time she and Lucy entered Narnia.

"Impossible!" Susan gasped.

The smirk on Hannah's face grew wider. She and Lucy shared a knowing look.

"Don't worry, I'm sure it's just your imagination," Lucy said, teasingly.

"I'm sure we're not the ones that look like lunatics now," Hannah said.

Peter took a step towards the two girls to face them, looking at them with an apologetic expression. "I-I suppose saying sorry wouldn't quite cover it?" he asked, gently.

"No, it wouldn't," Lucy said, softly. Peter's face fell. Hannah tried to stop herself from smiling when she saw the snowball hidden behind the little girl's back. She through it and hit Peter right in the face, causing her older brother to smile in surprise. "But that might!" exclaimed. The older boy chuckled and reached out to grab a handful of snow.

"Snowball fight!" Hannah exclaimed.

Peter, Susan, Lucy, and Hannah all erupted in laughter as they threw snowballs at once another. Hannah playfully tossed one snowball at Susan. She tried to dodge the snowball that the older girl through at her, but she couldn't and was hit in the leg. When Peter accidentally hit Lucy and Hannah with snowballs, they gave him cold stares.

"I'm sorry, they were meant for Susan," he apologized, sincerely.

That was when the three girls teamed up. Each of them had a snowball hidden behind their backs. Peter backed up, joining in their game and pretended to be nervous. "I really mean it, I-"

"It's too late," Hannah said, lowering her voice to sound threatening. She looked at Susan and Lucy before giving them a command. "Fire!"

Peter dramatically fell to the ground as Susan, Hannah, and Lucy threw their snowballs at him. They couldn't contain their laughter. Once they were finished with him, Susan chucked one at Edmund. Hannah didn't even notice he was there the entire time because he distanced himself from them. The snowball exploded across his arm, startling him.

"Ow!" Edmund complained, glaring at his sister and gripping his arm. "Stop it!"

"You little liar!" Peter said, glaring at his younger brother accusingly.

"You didn't believe them either!" Edmund countered.

"Apologize to Hannah and Lucy," Peter said, but his soft tone soon became aggressive when he didn't hear a reply. "Say you're sorry!"

"Alright!" Edmund told Peter. He turned to the two girls with a forced apologetic face. "I'm sorry!"

Lucy looked at her brother calmly, but there was a glimmer in her eyes. "That's alright," she said sincerely. Her lips curled into a smirk, "Some children don't know when to stop pretending."

"Very funny," Edmund muttered.

"Maybe we should go back?" Susan suggested.

"Shouldn't we at least take a look around?" Edmund asked, gesturing to the trees.

Hannah squinted her eyes at him. She clearly remembered his conversation with the White Witch. This caused the boy to glance at her warily. When Peter spoke up, the tension between them lowered.

"I think Hannah and Lucy should decide," he declared.

This caused Lucy to gasp happily. Hannah whispered something in her ear, and the two of them smiled. "We'd like you all to meet Mr. Tumnus!" the little girl exclaimed.

"Then Mr. Tumnus it is!" Peter chuckled. He walked over to the wardrobe, pushing past the tree branches and reached inside.

Susan rubbed her arm with her hand, shivering slightly. "But we can't go hiking in the snow, dressed like this!"

"No," Peter said, emerging from the wardrobe. He held five big fur coats in his hand. "But I'm sure the Professor wouldn't mind us using these," he handed Lucy a brown coat. Hannah smiled when he handed her a white one. "Anyways, if you think about it logically," he continued, earning a look from Susan as he handed a dark brown coat to her, "we aren't even taking them out of the wardrobe." He turned to Edmund and held out a grey coat for him.

"But that's a girl's coat!" he protested.

"I know," Peter said, with no care.

With a sulky sigh, he grabbed the coat from his brother's hand. Hannah couldn't help but laugh, causing Edmund to glare at her. Lucy took the lead, Hannah following right behind her. They stopped by the lamppost, letting Peter and Susan stare at it in awe. The soft orange glow added to the serene view of Narnia. The older Pevensies marveled at the sight of the trees that were covered in crisp, white snow. Their footsteps marked their presence, since the snow was fresh and light. Hannah laughed as Peter tumbled down slightly, helping him up. Lucy practically rambled on and on about the faun and eagerly told them about Narnia the entire way.

"I can't wait for you to meet Mr. Tumnus! He'll play beautiful music, and we'll have lots and lots of..." she trailed off.

Her expression quickly changed. Her eyes that were once bright and smiling suddenly grew wide in shock. She lost her breath for a moment. Hannah slowly approached Lucy, unable to take her eyes off the sight as well.

The door to Mr. Tumnus's house was nearly knocked out. Hannah felt like there was this eerie sense of emptiness. The interior of the house was dark and cold.

"Hannah?" Peter asked.

She didn't answer. Instead, she followed Lucy.

"Lucy!" he exclaimed. Peter, Susan, and Edmund ran behind them.

The first thing Hannah noticed when she stepped inside was that the fire was out. So were the candle. Tables and chairs were knocked over. Pictures were ruined. Pieces of parchment were scattered around. Then Hannah laid her eyes on the small pieces of shattered glass. A horrible chill crept down her spine. She closed her eyes for a moment, a flashback rushing through her mind.

"Papa!" little Hannah cried. Tears leaked down her cheek. The Nazi showed no mercy when he beat her Father to the ground. She watched as fresh blood raced down his the left side of his eye.

"Please!" her Mother begged. "Tell me where you are taking him!"

The soldier gave her a smirk. His blue eyes stared at her with much intensity, that it made Hannah's stomach twist. "Don't worry, you'll find out someday."

Peter's voice brought her back to reality. "Are you alright?" he asked, gently placing his hand on her shoulders.

Hannah jumped slightly and quickly nodded. 'Yes, Peter. I'm fine."

"Who would do something like this?" Lucy asked.

Hannah glared knowingly at Edmund. Her cold stare made shift uncomfortably. He tried to hide his pale face. He turned around to avoid her eyes, but ended up stepping on a picture of the faun's father.

Peter walked over to a wall and teared off a large piece of wrinkled and yellowed parchment. Hannah, Susan, and Lucy gathered besides him to take a closer look. Almost immediately, Hannah noticed a big red paw print on the corner of the paper.

"'The faun Tumnus is hereby charged with high treason, against her imperial majesty, Jadis, Queen of Narnia, for comforting our enemies and fraternizing with humans. Signed, Maugrim, Captain of the Secret Police. Long live the Queen.'"

Hannah couldn't move a muscle. She held her arm against her chest protectively. Susan took the parchment from Peter and scanned through it, then turned back to her brother warily. "Alright, now we really should go back," she insisted.

"But what about Mr. Tumnus?" Lucy asked.

"If he was just arrested for being with humans, I don't think there's much we can do!" Susan said.

"You don't understand, do you?" Lucy said, gesturing to Hannah. "We're the humans! Mr. Tumnus must've found out he helped us."

"He was supposed to kidnap us," Hannah explained, earning shocked looks from the others. "But then he changed and helped us get home."

"Maybe we could call the police?" Peter suggested.

"These are the police," Susan reminded him.

"Don't worry you two," Peter reassured the girls. "We'll think of something."

"Yes," Hannah said, placing a comforting hand on Lucy's shoulder. "Mr. Tumnus helped us, and now we're going to help him."

"Why?" Edmund's voice piped up from across the room. They turned to him. "I mean, he's a criminal!"

Hannah narrowed her eyes at him, stepping up to the boy. "I say he's anything but-" Before she could say anymore, she heard a soft, fainted noise that sounded like chirping. They turned their heads to see a bird. The room grew quiet. It became clear that the bird's chirp sounded more like a 'psst!' This caused her to raise an eyebrow.

"Did that bird just 'psst' us?" Susan asked.

The five children shared a glance before stepping into the sunlight.

A/N: I hate to say that I'm going to leave the chapter at this point ;). I am so glad that I finally have time to update! I'm really trying to improve my quality of writing, and this Narnia fanfiction is the perfect way to do it. Thank you so much for sticking with me. Please keep commenting because it let's me know what you thought of the chapter, and I hope you enjoyed it!