ENCHANTED !
( hp-narnia &&& edmund pevensie x reader )

CHAPTER ONE : the getaway car

THE WEASLEYS' FLYING CAR LET OUT A distant honk that broke the quiet of the woodland night, drawing your gaze off the several critters that chittered in annoyance as you set your sights on the sudden brightness from the other side of your window.

For two months—two months too long, Harry Potter had given you and everyone else no sign of life. He had yet to reply to any among the mounds of letters you, Ron, and Hermione had sent over the eight weeks that had passed.

That day at King's Cross Station, he had asked everyone to keep in touch over the summer, that everyone (he not-so-subtly turned specifically to you, Hermione and Ron affirmed upon exchanging a silent gaze) remember to send their owls and exchange letters about everything and nothing at all. And that had been exactly what you did—that was the case for three of you, at least.

At first, golden boy's silence had been, what you believed, was but a delay of Hedwig's travel. Godric knows that poor owl would lack nutrition in a madhouse like the Dursleys. But as weeks, and eventually, months went by, all three of you had grown all the more concerned, eventually evoking this ingenious escapade.

"You have got to be joking!" you breathed, jaw slack in awe as you tugged your window open. "Please tell me at least one of you has a clue as to what you're doing!"

The redheads simply grinned, exchanging a humorous look between them, as though a joke had been told and you were the only one who lacked its context. Ron was leaning out of the back window of the old turquoise blue car, which was parked in midair.

"Stupid question," he scoffed in amusement. "We wouldn't be here if we didn't, now would we?" His tone was almost incredulous as you stared at the three brothers, eyes blown wide and locks going a shade of bright blue and lilac.

The near-silent squeaks from the top of your head drew everyone's attention to the little bowtruckle that had climbed from its original place on your shoulder. "Oh, 'ello Bowie!"

The said creature only chittered angrily. Unlike your puffskein and that troublesome owl, Hermes, Bowie hadn't been as pleased with the thought of sharing you. Having been present from when you were but a babe wrapped in blankets and to this day, stood in a sweater and trousers before your windowsill, he has grown in your company and become an extension of you; leaving your side for Hogwarts had not been a choice, as he snuck into your pockets, just as he had every time you left the cottage.

"I was under the impression that we'd be flying there—"

"Exactly what we're doing—" The twin sat in the driver's seat (you believed it to be Fred) interjected dumbly.

"I meant on our brooms, you idiots!"

To that, they exchanged a baffled glance. To think they wondered how you'd known about their illegal flying contraption.

"Never you mind," Ron shook his head, "Now come on! We're burning moonlight!"

You only gazed at them for a moment more. It was an astonishing, and admittedly impressive sight. You'd read about magical flying carpets, flying, talking donkeys, and circus elephants with ears big enough to soar the skies, but you have yet to witness or read about a flying car. It was with these stories in mind that, without an ounce of self-preservation, you climbed aboard the flying contraption, not a care in the world for the ground that promised great risk a mere fifteen feet below you.

As the car took off and you glanced wearily to where your father stood, waving you goodbye, you couldn't help but fear that this would be the last you would see such a sight. While you trusted your friends deeply, you hadn't a clue if your life was all that safe in their fumbling hands.

"You wouldn't happen to have some form of insurance, would you?" you gazed at Ron's elder twin brothers, who grinned at you from over their shoulders. "And what the bloody hell is that supposed to be, little Miss Mood Ring?"

To that, you could only sigh, gazing down with pursed lips as Bowie moved to hide within your sweater's pocket.

This was going to be a particularly long night.

. . .

Time passed rather quickly for the four Gryffindors, blanketed from Muggle eyes by the car's invisibility feature.

Meanwhile, at number four, Privet Drive, Harry Potter dreamed he was on show, in a zoo, with a card reading 'UNDERAGE WIZARD' attached to his cage. People goggled through the bars at him as he lay, starving and weak, on a bed of straw. He saw Dobby, the house elf from earlier in the crowd, and shouted out, asking for help, but Dobby called, "Harry Potter is safer there, sir!" and vanished. Then, he saw you, effortlessly pretty with your bowtruckle atop your head as always, gliding through the crowd unbothered, clueless of his struggle. He wanted to call out to you, beg for you to save him, when the Dursleys appeared and Dudley rattled the bars of the cage, mocking his pleas.

"Stop it," Harry muttered as the rattling pounded in his sore head. "Leave me alone. . . cut it out. . . please. . ." your name spilled his lips as he muttered groggily

Suddenly, he opened his eyes. Moonlight was shining through the bars on his window. And someone—rather, a pair of familiar faces were goggling through the bars at him: a freckle-faced, red-haired, long-nosed someone alongside the very face he had subconsciously conjured and yearned to see again.

Ron Weasley and [Y/N] Black-Lupin were outside Harry's window.

LONG STORY SHORT !

fun fact: harry's going to face this unrequited love for quite a long time. lol.

bonus headcanon: bowie is one of the main constants in mc's life — having been there since she were a babe in diapers, during her rule as a queen of narnia, and all the way to whatever end there is to their story together.

now, i know the chapter wasn't all that fun as of yet, but stay tuned for when the plot gets good ^^

thank you so much for all the support so far, and make sure to leave a like or comment !! happy holidays, everyone!! remember to drink water, rest well, and just enjoy yourselves!!

xx, celine