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The Lost Queen	By : roguey17 Category: A through F > Chronicles of Narnia Views: 23901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5: The Devil and God.
Harriet Lewis smiled wickedly as she knocked on the loose wooden tile. This is the one, she thought with a laugh as she pulled it open to reveal her most prized possessions: a crucifix, her bible and last but not least, the notebooks of the Sinner.
She grabbed the one she had been reading, she knew she was only doing God’s will by purifying the heathen’s words with her clean mind. And indeed she enjoyed reading them, basking in the carnal pleasures of the two lovers.
Harriet removed her marker and ignored the tramp’s knocks on her door. Susan had been doing it for the past three months, screaming and demanding at first. But now her pleas were barely above a whisper. Harriet knew she was breaking her cousin. Now there was just one final step, one final act to get Susan out of her life.
She had contemplated giving the notebooks to her mother and the Baron,. She knew God-fearing Rose Lewis would be shamed and horrified and would probably kick the girl out And the Baron – ohm the dear Baron- he would withdraw his marriage proposal and Susan would be left alone, alone with her sin. Then she would probably take her own life. The mere thought of it made Harriet smile.
Harriet stared intently at the page she was reading, Peter Pevensie, the bastard’s father, surely had a way with words. But, in truth, she couldn’t feel for him. She couldn’t be bothered by his romantic feelings for his own sister and it was by reading of their false god that she understood her mission
Thank Aslan that I had her in my arms that night, sleeping soundly; that I could watch her beautiful body graced by the moonlight. There couldn’t be a happier man alive than when I was with her leaning into me, our naked bodies pressed together. She was mine. My wife. Aslan would always watch over us...
Harriet snorted at the name “Aslan” How did they dare replace Christ the Lord with a flase idol? They had even invented another land reminiscent of Heaven! Harriet felt nothing but disgust at the thought of the naked lovers in their pagan rituals.
Then she noticed.
The knocks had stopped.
It was time.
She slowly shut the notebook open and removed her marker. She gathered the notebooks in her arms and stood up, walking slowly but steadily towards the door. Opening, she was stunned by the sight before her.
The heathen tramp was lying on her side, holding her enormous pregnant belly between her hands. Harriet knew she had been breaking her little by little but she had never imagined Susan would end up sleeping by her door, awaiting the chance to get her beloved’s notebooks, especially considering her delicate state. Harriet idly wondered if the Lord had made her stay there tonight because of her plan.
With more sharpness than necessary, Harriet woke her.
“Get up,” she said without emotion.
Susan instantly noticed what her cousin held in her arms.
“Please...” she begged and reached out a hand that was only slapped away.
“It is time you learn your lesson,” Harriet said simply and started walking down the stairs.
Susan staggered a little when she first rose. At seven months, it was now harder than ever to move around. She knew that what was going to happen would not be pretty. Harriet was most likely going to show Aunt Rose the notebooks. But she didn’t care what the old woman might think anymore, she really didn’t. The only thing that had kept her breathing in the three months since the little devil had taken the notebooks was a desperate need to see what Peter had written in them. She needed them... They were her last connection to him. So she followed the other girl down the stairs, defeated.
When they reached the ground floor, Harriet saw her mother and the Baron talking and laughing by the fireplace. Perfect, she thought as she approached them with the pregnant girl in tow.
“Harriet?” Aunt Rose asked with surprise. “And Susan!” The older woman ran towards the other girl. “The Baron has just infromed me you have accepted his proposal. I couldn’t be happier—“
“Mother,” Harriet interrupted with a devious smile. “I believe Susan has something to tell you,” she said matter-of-factly. “Or shall I, Su?” she emphasized Peter’s nickname for her as she sat down by the fireplace.
All eyes turned to Susan.
“I...” Susan said with hesitation. She couldn’t bring herself to say it.
“Oh dear Susan,” the Baron said with concern. “It surely can’t be that bad!” he added with a smile.
Susan started to tremble and Aunt Rose enveloped her in her arms. “Child, we’re your family now... you can tell us anything!”
“I...” Susan tried again but failed miserably.
“Allow me to enlighten you, Mother, Baron,” Harriet said with a nod to each. “Your protegee and wife-to-be is not only carrying the bastard of a dead man as she led us to believe,” she said with a certain that neither her mother nor the Baron had ever heard her display before. “She’s also carrying her brother’s bastard child!” She finished with something between malice and venom.
Aunt Rose paled and removed her hands from around Susan’s shoulders. Obviously shocked, the Baron started coughing uncontrollably.
“It isn’t true, is it, Susan?” Aunt Rose asked.
The girl didn’t answer.
“Susan!” she demanded.
“Allow me mother,” Harriet continued and stood up, grabbing the notebooks. “I think this should clear it up for you,” she said opening one of them. “We were standing on her balcony, Susan was wearing only her white silk nightgown and her hair down...”
“Stop it, you little monster!” said Susan, taking a step towards Harriet, her eyes burning with rage.
Harriet ignored her and continued. “... I was still in my combat gear but she didn’t seem to mind when she pulled me close for hug., To feel her so close to me awoke feelings one shouldn’t have for his own sister but I could not help leaning down and...”
“I said STOP!” Susan yelled, tears streaming down her face.
“...kiss her.” Harriet finished and closed the notebook.
Aunt Rose brought a hand to her mouth to muffle a scream, her eyes immediately searching the Baron’s .
“I am so sorry, Jack,” she cried.
“You couldn’t have known,” the Baron assured her sadly
Susan was crying now. She tried to regain some of her dignity and say she was going to leave before she was kicked out when Rose cut her off.
“Susan, how could you?” Her aunt spoke with anger. “And Peter? How did he...?”
Harriet interrupted them. “It was her fault, her sin, Mother” she stated with a shrug . “And now it’s time for her to pay!” She yelled and viciously threw Peter’s notebooks into the fireplace.
Susan yelled in horror as she threw herself forward, trying to salvage the burning papers. “No, no, no, no!” she continued to scream as she burned her hands trying to get them out of the fire.
“You brought this upon yourself,” Harriet said angrily.
Aunt Rose intervened. “Harriet! Stop it!”
“She should pay for her sin!” Harriet said as if it were only natural. “She will burn in hell!”
“I don’t care! I will not have you torturing her because of what she did-“
They were both cut out by Susan’s strangled scream.
The girl was on her feet and her previously clean blue skirt was now stained with blood. Susan’s eyes rolled back into her head and she fainted.
“Jack! Fetch Doctor Keller!” yelled Aunt Rose as she ran to Susan’s side.

It had been five hours since Doctor Keller, the medic who had taken care of Susan during her pregnancy, had come to check on her. And now Harriet was sitting at her room, holding her knees to her chest.
She had overheard Doctor Keller saying that the child was coming and that both he and his mother were in mortal peril. Now she could hear Susan’s screams as she painfully delivered her son into the world.
She had done the right thing, hadn’t she? Susan was a sinner! She deserved to be punished.
It was only then that Harriet started to feel the cold surrounding her and she brought her knees closer to her chest. She closed her eyes and started to pray. When she opened she yelled in terror.
She was in a forest!
How the hell did she end up in a forest?
Harriet scanned the area with her eyes. Snow graced the trees. How could that be? They were in the middle of summer! Then she heard the voice speaking behind her.
“Welcome Harriet, Daughter of Eve,” the voice said making Harriet shiver out of something other than the inherent cold. “I hope you bring news of the traitor Susan and her bastard child.”
Harriet turned around and saw the big figure approaching her. It was... No, it couldn’t be!
Oh God…
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Part 1 ends here, this story is divided in two parts one for Susan and one for Peter, next chapter we will see Peter in Narnia, but will it be the Peter we know and love? What will happen to Susan, is she doomed? Why did Aslan allowed Harriet to go to Narnia when she's clearly not a pure soul? And why is Aslan so hostile towards both mother and child?
All will be explained in due time ;)
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