To Narnia!

[SIRIUS ORION BLACK]

“Mr. Black, maybe you should find better ways to spend your Saturday afternoons other than pranking people!” Professor Wesley instructed, brushing the inch thick dust off his robes. “Maybe you should find better ways to spend your Saturday afternoons other than pranking people!” Sirius mimicked back, rolling his eyes in boredom. “MR. BLACK! You’re lucky I don’t punish you because you know any other professor would have,” Wes responded dangerously, his ice blue eyes glowering at the sixth year. “I’m lucky you’re an easy professor, sir,” Sirius smirked triumphantly, pushing his luck the furthest he possibly could. “We’ll see what you think about that when I get Filch to clean up this corridor from all this dust, and I tell him you’re the culprit. I have better things to do than waste my time in detention with you,” the Astronomy Professor grimaced, storming off to find the caretaker.

As soon as the professor had rounded the corridor, Sirius took off. He raced down out of the dust-infested area, coughing and spluttering as he did so because his vapid movement caused the dust to go flying all around him. As he entered a clean area where he could breathe without dust particles swarming into his lungs, the dog brushed off his robes and most importantly, his hair. Shaking his hair very much like a dog, the Gryffindor looked around and frowned. No one to be found in the entire area. This was quite peculiar. Where was everyone?

“Probably enjoying the fresh air while they can,” Sirius announced aloud to himself. Brushing his hair through his fingers, the Gryffindor explored the area he was in. He failed to recognize it, and a sense of adventure lit up on his face. “Time to explore,” he smirked. Not a student, professor or creature could be seen.

Opening the door of a random room, Sirius peered in. Making a face of curiosity, the pup whipped out his wand and decided it was time for the real exploration. Switching on a nearby light, the Gryffindor frowned deeply. “How boring,” he stated as he stood in the doorway staring at a vast, old wardrobe. The wardrobe had an aurora of allure, however, and Sirius couldn’t help but stare at the wardrobe in a slight daze.

As if there was a magnet pulling the dog towards the wardrobe, he felt his feet moving and body getting closer to the old tatty dresser. He could have sworn he didn’t tell his body to move! Brushing his fingertips against the wood, Sirius pulled it open. Climbing inside, he pushed the large, furry jackets back and forth so he could keep going further and further in. He was unaware of why he was doing this, but it wasn’t as if anyone could see. If anything, he’d just smack into the end of the wardrobe and never speak of it again.

Nevertheless, the wardrobe seemed to not end. Tripping over a rather large rock randomly in the closet, Sirius’s body hurdled through the rest of the jackets and landed on something. Something hard. And something wooden. But the hard-wooden thing wasn’t the wardrobe. It was something different. “CASPIAN! Are you alright? Took a right hit to the head, ye did!” someone said. Opening his eyes, Sirius looked at them all in the utmost confusion. “Caspian! Is he alright?!” someone else called from behind the one standing closest to the long haired boy.

“Where….what…. who?!” the Gryffindor exclaimed, sitting up. Those around him inched back to give their king some room, but a few of them wore alarmed looks at Sirius’s alarmed look. He was taken back at the large creature standing to his left. “Erm…” the sixth year questioned.

“Looks like the fall knocked his accent out of him and replaced it with a British one!” one of the men teased, clapping one of the creatures next to him on the back.

Looking to his side, Sirius scratched his head. He was on a ship of some kind, and the water looked stunning. “Wh-Where are we?” he asked, his grey eyes scanning the rest of the people on the large ship. “Almost like you wouldn’t recognize the Dawn Treader if yaa saw it!” one of the men snickered. A following of laughter was heard from the rest of those on the ship, but the look on Sirius’s face remained absolutely bewildered, flabbergasted, puzzled, befuddled, disoriented, perplexed and baffled.



TAGGED|| Anyone.
TIME PERIOD|| Just after the Dawn Treader
WORDS|| 736
LYRICS|| KIDS GOT SASS - COBRA STARSHIP
CREDIT||RORA @ HOS

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[NYMPHADORA TONKS]

This was getting ridiculous. Tonks was brilliant at hide and seek. Brilliant! Countless times she had successfully hidden from her parents to avoid being forced to eat meat, on numerous occasions she had concealed herself from Professor Slughorn so he wouldn’t know she had been stalk- observing him, quite frequently she had avoided detection whilst in out-of-bounds areas; so how could these little first years find her so easily? They found her in the knights of armour on the second floor, though everyone hid there nowadays, they spotted her sniggering behind Professor Waldgrave’s desk in the Charms classroom, and they even found her hiding in a large, cooking pot down in the kitchens. You’d think in a big place like Hogwarts, they would never find you; but they had imagination and that was the problem. This was exactly why Tonks both loved and hated playing with the first years. The seventh years – though they would pretend to be too ‘cool’ for hide and seek – would probably find it much more difficult to find Tonks, or so she believed.

There was one other reason she was found so quickly; she had promised not to use her metamorphmagus-ing skills whilst playing, since it gave her an unfair advantage. Used to the luxury of changing her form completely, Tonks never had to be careful before; she could leave a trail of destruction [or breadcrumbs] behind her and if people were to follow it, they would simply find a small girl with two buns in her hair, or an old lady who may or may not have built a house of gingerbread. So as it was, Tonks had gotten quite sloppy in her hiding – she had forgotten that the first years might ask random students which way she had went, and neglected to pick up ceramic plant pots that she had carelessly knocked down on her way past.

Tonks was searching for a place to hide on the fifth floor, when she heard the pitter-patter of tiny, first year feet coming to find her. She was certain they couldn’t have counted to thirty that quickly; and panic soon took over her. She wasn’t proud of what she done next, but she felt she had no choice if she wanted to be hailed as the hide and seek queen. So she did it. The thing she swore not to do. She morphed. She cheated in a game of hide and seek against eleven year olds, and morphed. She was now unrecognisable as Tonks, and took the form of a blondish-haired young boy, who was rather quite freckly. She had no time to feel ashamed, as the footsteps were getting louder, so she quickly opened the closest door and slid inside; even though she wasn’t recognisable as Tonks, she figured it would look awfully suspicious for a random boy nobody had seen before to be lurking about in the corridor.

Looking around, Tonks was sure she had never seen this room before. It was quite bare; it had a bed, a little white cupboard and a painting an ocean with thrashing waves. It was actually quite a nice painting, she thought, and as she stared the waves began to move; of course paintings always moved in Hogwarts, but something about this particular painting seemed different. It was then she saw it, a tiny little boat which she was sure wasn’t there before. And this next bit is where it got really strange; water started falling out of the painting! “Hogwarts paintings don’t do THAT” she said to herself, quite nervously. The room began to fill with water, as Tonks scrambled to the door only to find it locked! So this was the price she was going to pay for cheating in a silly game of Hide and Seek? Drowning!? A little extreme, she thought. By now, the water was almost to the ceiling and Tonks was doing everything she could to try and keep her head above the water. She kicked her legs manically, but it was no good. The current was too strong and it dragged her under momentarily; but when she popped her head up again, she was no longer in the little room; but out at sea somehow. Tonks couldn’t help but laugh; not because this was remotely funny, but more because she was relieved and shocked. However, she wasn’t out of dangerous waters yet [pardon the pun] for the tiny ship she saw in the painting was no longer tiny, and it was heading right towards her!

What came next happened so quickly, Tonks could barely recall it. She was in the water, then there were some men in the water, and they must have rescued her because the next thing she knew, she was aboard the ship. A low, deep laugh rumbled from her left; and she looked to see a ginormous, hairy beast laughing at her. “Didn’t expect to see him back so soon, did we?” He asked a bald man, who had a gleam to his head. “HIM? Who are you calling him?” For in all the excitement, Tonks had forgotten she was at this moment a boy. She probably shouldn’t have spoken that way to a creature who could eat her in one mouthful, but then she shouldn’t have been speaking to that creature at all. Nor should she have been on this ship, staring at dwarves, and bald men, and haired-men, and standing boars and… Sirius. “Hold on… Sirius?” For surely enough, there he was amongst the madness; as if things couldn’t get any stranger. If this was one of his pranks, he had really gone too far this time.

[SIRIUS ORION BLACK]

“Ye think c’ptain here is okay to continue the voy-ege?” one of the men asked. Sirius took notice – this bloke had no hair! Absolutely bald and bit rump in the trunk and a few teeth missing. He was also a tad bit on the short side, or at least compared to the huge monster-like creatures standing next to him. “Captain?” Sirius asked curiously, his grey eyes scanning the rest of the crew. Before they could respond, the dog decided to play along. “R-Right. I’m captain, as you say,” he said hesitantly in a bit of a whisper. Standing up, Sirius looked about the ship. Or well, his ship – technically. Of course, the Gryffindor simply thought this was an immensely vivid dream and played along with the shenanigans.

Turning his head, Sirius watched as a rather small boy was rescued from the water. As they all went to crowd around him, he was a bit taken back at the hearing of his name. “Erm….” he started before he was cut off by one of the monster-things. “Serious? Why of course we’re serious Eustace! Glad to have ye back!” it grunted, clapping Sirius on the back causing him to stagger forward. Looking at the little boy in front of him curiously, there was absolutely no memory inside of his mind that recalled him to this boy. He was generally good at remembering people’s faces, too.

Stepping away from the crowd, Sirius’s eye caught a small trunk with a sword, horn and bow-and-arrows. “Don’t ye worry, C’ptain – we kept all ye stuff jus’ ‘ow ye lef’ it!” a man with a horse body said proudly, having seen Sirius wander away from the crowd around Eustace. “Thank you very much,” the dog responded, playing along with this little game. Any minute now, he’d wake up and find himself in the corridor full of dust – probably having passed out from all the particles. That or he’d be in the Hospital Wing recovering with Madame Tyler’s full attention. Now that would be perfect.

Walking over to the trunk and examining the items, Sirius’s eye caught the horn. It was rather lovely – beautifully sculpted and before he knew it, his fingers were eagerly grabbing for it. Grasping it in his hands, his lips quickly found the other end and air from his lungs blew through it to make a rather loud noise.

“SIR, WHAT’S THE PROBLEM?!” a member from the crew asked. Turning back around, Sirius blinked, noticing each one of them had a rather distressed look plastered on their face. “Erm…………………………….. Was I not supposed to blow the horn?” he asked, putting it down hesitantly.

[ANTONIN MIKAEL DOLOHOV]

Antonin brooded through the hallways in Hogwarts. Via was making him almost twitch in anger. He sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. "Кровавый сука." He muttered to himself. She was acting like she had no sense of who he was before they got together, he wasn't some overemotional male; he was reserved and had a hard headed attitude that he received from his father. He looked down to see a First Year had bumped in to him. He sneered at the Hufflepuff. Forgetting what language he used at Hogwarts he started yelling at the huffalump in Russian. "Вы не имеете права даже ко мне, а тем более прикасаться ко мне. Вы невежественны Хаффлпаффа! Я убил бы ты рядом, если оно не было для меня нуждающихся мои уроки. Убирайтесь с глаз моих!"

He tensed up for a moment before letting himself relax, it was probably best he said that in Russian. Not many or no professors spoke any languages that he knew of, all the better for him. He smirked has he made his way to his dorm room. It was good that he unleashed some anger and not on Via. That would have gotten him in worse trouble than he was already in. Whispering the password to the Slytherin common room he made his way to his bed.

Nodding to Evan as he passed he flopped on his bed. Closing his eyes he tried to will himself to sleep. Yet sounds were coming to him that he didn't recognize. Seagulls were squawking, rolling waves were crashing and he thought he heard people yelling....was it on a boat? Antonin shook his head and rolled over to his side, tightening his eyes more. However, when he rolled he rolled right off his bed into water...Antonin's eyes flashed open before closing them as he went down into the water.

he flew himself up to the surface, gasping for air. "Помогите!" He called out. He was so used to Russian he had to remind himself to switch to English. "Help! Help!" Antonin found it rather odd he was speaking in a higher pitch, then again he was in Merlin knew what type of water and what things were done there. He was right there was a boat, or a ship rather that had approached him. Men were helping him up, some eying him strangely. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he narrowed his eyes. "What are you looking at? Never seen a person almost drown before?" He drawled out in annoyance.

TAG!? The crazy spoofers of Narnia
WORDS!? Smaller than most
NOTES!? TO NARNIA!
CREDITS!? This template is credited to OH IT'S SAPPHY! of CAUTION V.2

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[NYMPHADORA TONKS]

I am going to post on this soon... I just wanted to say;
HAHA ANTONIN'S A GIRL! *dead*
Okay, I'm done.

[ANTONIN MIKAEL DOLOHOV]

You are so evil! xD

-dies-

[NYMPHADORA TONKS]

This was hardly the reunion she would have expected. You're on a strange boat and you see someone you recognise, you'd at least expect a friendly hello or a curt nod; but no. Sirius acted like he didn't even know who she was, and quite frankly, she was almost offended. It didn't help that the beast had misheard her words and... called her Eustace? "I... what?"

It was then that she realised that her voice was much lower than usual, and somewhat raspier. She rubbed her neck with her hand, her throat was quite sore too - she must have coughed and spluttered on sea water before she was rescued. However, that was no excuse to ignore her in such a way. Just because she didn't sound like Tonks, didn't mean she wasn't Tonks. She still had her beauty, did she not? Rather, she still looked like herself... and that's when it hit her. A random orange, from goodness knows where, just landed kerplonk on top her head and now she smelt all citrus-y. Of course, needless to say it wasn't REALLY an orange that hit her, that was merely a metaphor. What actually hit her was the realisation. The realisation that she had previously changed her appearance; and just like in some kind of movie, a series of flashbacks presented themselves to her - The changing into a freckly boy, being called 'him', the strangers curious familiarity with her, not being recognised by Sirius and finally, and most recently, being called Eustace. So who was this Eustace? And what were the chances of her changing her appearance into somebody this crew knew?

In all her thinking, it took her a while to clock that the bald man was speaking to her now, and she only caught the end of what he was saying. The words "... into a dragon, again." were followed by a chorus of laughter. Tonks stared at the man wearing a blank expression; what were they talking about now? Dragons? And where had Sirius gone?


As if on cue, a deafening sound cut through the laughter. Her head snapped around to find the source of the noise, and found Sirius standing with some kind of horn. The effect it had on the strangers was quite extraordinary. There were screams and cries, and every single person wore a look of panic. Tonks couldn't help but feel uneasy, as she felt their worry spread faster than the common cold. She had no idea what this horn meant, she only knew it was something terrible. While everyone was staring at Sirius with questioning looks, she was waiting for something to happen. and something did happen. A girl appeared in the water, and people quickly swam to her aid, just like they had done when Tonks was in the water. Was this what all the fuss was about? Everyone was stressing over, not dragons or trolls, but a girl? And an ill-mannered girl at that, she noted as the new arrival hadn't even thanked her rescuers. Then it occured to her, had she even said thank you? Now that she thought about it, she hadn't; she'd just screamed at them for calling her a him. "Erm, thanks for saving me, by the way." she said, feeling rather guilty. Though nobody took any notice because they were too busy crowding around this, apparently named, Susan - at least that's what everyone was screaming at her. Seeing as she had been temporarily forgotten, Tonks went and stood next to Sirius. "So what's actually going on here?" she questioned, in a low voice. In all the commotion, she'd forgotten that Sirius still wouldn't know who she was.

[ALICE MICHELE ADAMS]

Alice Adams was hiding under Slughorn’s desk. This was not an unusual occurrence, to be sure, but it was quite an accomplishment, because there was very little room beneath his desk and what room little room did exist was taken up by the trap door that led to Slughorn’s secret pool. This meant that Alice was crammed into a very tight corner, and her cramped quarters were made worse by the fact that Slughorn himself was sitting at his desk, forcing her to curl even more tightly into herself to avoid touching his knees.

Not that she would mind touching his knees. In fact, she would very much enjoy touching his knees, but if he knew she was under his desk, he would probably start locking his office door more thoroughly, and she couldn’t have that. She’d been thwarted one too many times by the heavy duty locking enchantments of other professors.

So she was perfectly content to just cram herself into a corner and stare happily at his pin-stripe covered knees while he graded papers and sang ‘Love Rollercoaster.’

“Rollercoaster! Of loooove! Rollercoaster! Ooo-hoo-hoo-hooo!” Alice bopped her head cheerfully to Slughorn’s singing, stopping abruptly when she smacked her head on the underside of his desk. Slughorn stopped singing and she froze, hoping he hadn’t noticed the loud ‘thud’ of her head knocking the wood, but he just muttered something about poorly written papers and then stood up. Alice watched as he did a funny little dance in front of his desk, before rolling over it and leaving the office. Once she was sure he was gone, she uncurled her legs and began crawling out from under the desk.

But then she blinked and suddenly the room seemed to have flipped upside down.

And then she had the unmistakable sensation of being underwater.

Without opening her eyes, she swam up instinctively until she reached the surface. For a minute she wondered if maybe she’d somehow hit the lever that opened the trap door beneath Slughorn’s desk and ended up in his pool, but then she opened her eyes and nope. This definitely was not Slughorn’s pool – this was an ocean. She was in the middle of the ocean.

For about five seconds she seriously considered crying, but then, before she even knew what was happening, a thick arm was around her waist and she was being hauled backwards. Before she could even turn around, the owner of the thick arm had set her on her feet on the deck of a boat. Alice turned to thank her rescuer, only to find herself face to face with a minotaur.

She might actually have been afraid, if not for the fact that before she could process the situation enough to be truly afraid, the minotaur chuckled and said, “He don’t look much like royalty!”

Alice opened her mouth and shouted, “Oi! I’ll have you know -” but before she could explain that she had once passed for a Princess when she and Tonks were pulling a prank on Lillian’s mum, a male voice shouted over her.

And what was really strange was that the male voice shouted exactly the same words she’d shouted. At exactly the same time.

She was looking around for the culprit and preparing to give him a good telling off when she spotted a very familiar face.

“Oh thank god!” She cried, pushing passed the minotaur and running at Sirius. ”Sirius!” She was so relieved to see her boyfriend that she didn’t even notice that the same male voice seemed to be mimicking her again. Instead, she just grabbed Sirius’s hand with both of hers and held on tightly. “Where the hell are we?”

And that was when it hit her. She was standing next to Sirius, but she didn’t have to crane her neck to look at him like she usually did, which meant that either Sirius had gotten shorter or she’d grown quite a bit.

And the hands that were holding onto Sirius were distinctly manly.

And oh, yes; she definitely had some extra parts.

In a panic, she glanced around the boat until she caught her reflection in a puddle of water.

Staring back at her was a tall blonde boy. He was drenched to the bone and looked very confused and holy Slughorn, he was her.

She – he? - licked her – his? – lips and turned back to Sirius. “Sooo…” She said, cringing at the manly voice. “I guess you’re probably wondering why I’m holding your hand, huh? Well, uh, I can explain. Sort of. Maybe. I think.”



WORD COUNT: 762.
NOTES: I've claimed Peter twice now; but in case any of you missed it, PETER IS MINE, DAMN IT. Ok, bye.

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[SIRIUS ORION BLACK]

Tilting his head as a female was drawn up from the water, Sirius watched her closely as she seemed to be throwing a small fit. What was that? A different language? Russian, perhaps? He wasn’t the best with languages, but he could pick up on at least the country it was from – or close enough. This Susan character was stunning. Nevertheless, of course, he was in a devoted and faithful relationship with Alice, so he kept his distance…somewhat. In truth, he couldn’t help it. A few of the shipmates seemed to be eyeing the pair. A male sharply nudged Sirius towards the brunette’s direction. “I…erm… Are you okay?” the mutt asked, not entirely sure of what to say to the female he has never encountered before. It was clear, however, that the other people knew that they had, for they were all doing a poor job pretending not to ease drop on the conversation.

Turning his head to the younger boy who seemed to be speaking to him, the dog gave him a perplexed look. “I wish I could tell ya’…” he responded, scratching his fingers through his long hair. “But I’m your captain so erm…. Go do something,” the Black nodded affirmatively, figuring that was what a true captain would say. It bothered Sirius that everyone seemed to know him, but he had no blasted idea who these people were.

Continuing to play along with this charade, the captain put down the horn and raised his eyebrows at the creatures whom were all giving him curious looks. “I am your captain, am I not? I can… do that!” the Gryffindor said forcefully, getting in touch with his inner captain skills. The creatures looked at each other with uncertainty but boiled it down to the fact that their captain had taken a rather harsh blow to the head.

What really set them off was this dirty blonde male grabbing hold of Sirius’s hands. After a few seconds of serious confusion, the mates snickered slightly and whispered to each other. The look on the dog’s face, however, was priceless; a mixture between absolute perplexities, anger for this male touching him like he knew him and immense shock. Immediately whipping his hands back, the Gryffindor nodded and scratched his head. “Not to be rude, mate… But I don’t exactly go that way…” he informed the other male, feeling a bit awkward.

Sirius took a small step backwards from the blonde, finding himself back next to the smaller blonde boy. Who the bloody hell were these people?




WORDS|| 431
LYRICS|| KIDS GOT SASS - COBRA STARSHIP
CREDIT||RORA @ HOS

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