A/N: I present to you 'Through the Door', the story that keeps distracting me from my other one. I hope you all like it!

Disclaimer: I shall only say this once, so I hope it sticks in your brains. I am NOT and NEVER WILL BE the real author of this wonderful series, C.S. Lewis. Anything you recognize belongs to him; anything you don't most likely belongs to me. Enjoy! =)

Summary: When Aubrey Butler's life is turned upside down she doesn't know what she has left or where she belongs. When she enters a magical world found by mistake she realizes that all she needs is her friends.


The sun was shining brightly. And it promised to be a beautiful day. The light rays danced across a young girls face as she skipped through the hallway toward the kitchen.

"Good mourning Sally." The girl called to a short, stout woman flipping pancakes.

"Good mourning Miss Aubrey. I trust you slept well?" The woman smiled at the young girl with love dancing in her eyes.

"Very, thank you." Aubrey could always tell what someone was feeling with just one look into their eyes. It was a gift, her father called it. Something she had inherited from her mother. A sad look quickly passed across Aubrey's face at the thought of her late mother. She shook her head to clear her mind of her sad thoughts. She smiled brightly.

"I was planning on walking over to the Pevensie's today." She told Sally. "So I won't be home for lunch."

"That's fine Miss Aubrey. Are you sure you don't want me to drive you there?" She asked with a worried look in her eye. Ever since Aubrey's father had been sent away to fight in the war, Sally had been taking care of her until her father's return. She loved Aubrey like she was her own daughter and didn't want to see any ill befall her.

"No thank you Sally. It is such a fine day and I could use the walk." She smiled brightly at the older woman.

"As you wish, my dear." She laid a pile of pancakes in front of the girl.

Both munched happily on their breakfast, exchanging only a few small words. As soon as she was finished, Aubrey brought her dishes over to the sink and started to clean them off.

"There is no need missy. Let me get them. You go on ahead and I'll see you for dinner." Aubrey smiled and hugged the woman. She ran to the door and slipped on her shoes. Before the door could close completely, Sally called out.

"And don't be late this time!" Aubrey peeked her head back into the kitchen, a sheepish smile on her face. Sally could only laugh and shake her head at the girl as she once again ran out the door.

Once outside, Aubrey slowed down to a walk on the well worn path. She lifted her face to the sky and let the sun warm up her face. "Nothing could spoil this day." She said to herself, smile on her face.

"Oh. Good morning Thomas!" Aubrey called to the post man as she passed him on the path.

"Good morning Miss Aubrey. Fine day isn't it?" He called to the young girl, smiling at her.

"Yes it is." She replied with a warm smile of her own.

Nearly an hour later, she arrived outside a small one story house that belonged to her best friend, Peter Pevensie. She and Peter had always been the best of friends, ever since they were babies, their fathers being old family friends. She walked up the little stone path and knocked on the door. There was a thumping noise heard from inside, a grunt and then the door was opened. Aubrey smiled at the young, happy girl who ran out and gave her a hug.

"Lucy, you ought to be more careful. You almost knocked over mum's favorite vase."

The little girl, Lucy, turned around sheepishly at the voice.

"Sorry Susan. But I wanted to get it. I had a feeling it would be Aubrey." Lucy said and turned back around to face Aubrey. Aubrey returned the girls cheerful smile.

"Well are you two just going to stand on the front porch all afternoon or are you going to come in?" Susan asked.

"Oh! Sorry Rey." Lucy said using the nickname she had come up with. "Won't you come in?"

Aubrey followed Lucy into the house. Lucy led her into the spacious living room and onto the couch. Susan closed the door behind the two girls and sat on the chair across from Aubrey.

"How was your walk here?" Susan inquired.

"It was very nice, thank you. It is such a lovely day." Even though Susan and Aubrey were the same age, she was better friends with Peter. It became clear to the two of them through the years that Susan just didn't have the imagination that the other two had. She preferred to read her books than partake in their "adventures" through their back yard.

"Oh is it?" Lucy asked excitedly. It always brought a smile to Aubrey's face when Lucy was in the room. She was just always so cheerful and it seemed to spread to anyone who came into contact with her.

Aubrey nodded in answer to Lucy's question.

"Do you think when Peter and Edmund get back, we could go outside and have an adventure?" She asked brightly. Aubrey smiled even bigger, it seems even the smallest things could make Lucy happy. Susan rolled her eyes at her sister's "childish" games as she called them.

"Of course we can Lu." Aubrey said.

The three girls sat in the living room talking until the boys returned sometime later. Peter, always glad to see Aubrey came right up to her and hugged her, lifting her off the ground. Aubrey squealed in delight which caused the others to laugh. Once Peter put her down, she turned to face the rest.

"Shall we go outside then? I promised Lucy we could all play a game."


A few hours later, Aubrey announced that it was time for her to leave.

"I'm sorry. I promised Sally I would be home for dinner." She said apologetically to Lucy, who was begging her to stay. "I promise," she said now facing Peter, hugging him goodbye, "I'll come back tomorrow and we can play some more."

"Alright, until tomorrow then." Peter said as he walked her outside. Looking up at the sky, he turned to her, "Would you like me to walk you home? It looks like it's going to rain."

Aubrey looked up at the slowly darkening sky, "I know. What a pity. Where did our sunshine go?" she asked no one in particular. Turning back to Peter, she said, "That would be lovely, thank you."

Peter ran back inside and told his mother where he was going. On his way out he grabbed an umbrella, 'just in case' he thought to himself.

He ran back outside to where Aubrey was waiting for him. He held out his arm to her in a mock gentleman way, "Milady" he said to her, back as straight as a rod and trying to hold back his smile.

Aubrey laughed at him and took his offered arm. Together they skipped down the dirt roadway, laughing the entire time.

Not even five minutes into their walk, it started to rain. It started out as a light drizzle then got steadily heavier with every step the two took. About halfway to Aubrey's house, on the outskirts of Finchley, the two forgot about the umbrella and were jumping through puddles. They always liked the rain. Everything was so quiet and peaceful and they loved jumping through puddles, trying to see who could make the biggest splash.

"HA!" Aubrey called loudly, pointed her index finger at Peter. "I win! That was a much bigger splash than that pitiful one you just created." Aubrey mocked teased him.

"Oh yeah?" He called up to her as she was a few steps ahead of him. She was standing in front a big puddle. Peter had a very mischievous look on his face. Suddenly he started running fast, right at her.

"Peter? Peter what are you do . . . " but before she could finish her sentence, Peter jumped into the puddle and splashed water onto himself and Aubrey.

Aubrey couldn't help but laugh really hard at their states. Drenched and covered in mud. There were little splotches of mud across Peter's cheeks that only made Aubrey laugh harder when he turned to look at her.

"What was that you were saying?" Peter asked her teasingly. Aubrey, still laughing, pointed at Peter and said,

"All right, you win that time. But you look absolutely ridiculous!" By this point, tears were streaming down her face, mixing with the rain, from her laughing so hard.

"Ah," Peter said, trying to wipe the mud from his face. "A small price for victory." He smiled at her and they continued their walk.

Only a few moments later, they reached Aubrey's house. She stopped just outside the fence and the pathway leading to the front door. A shiver ran down her spine that had nothing to do with the chilly rain. Peter noticed Aubrey's hesitation and saw her small shiver. Coming up to her, he placed his arms around her shoulders.

"Everything okay?" He asked her in a concerned voice.

Still staring at the quiet house Aubrey said, "I don't know. I just have this weird feeling. Like something bad is going to happen."

Peter just continued to look at her, not sure what to say.

"There's no smoke coming out of the chimney." She commented offhand. Aubrey let out a quiet gasp and ran full speed inside. Peter, shocked, ran after her.

Aubrey ran straight for the kitchen. No one was in there. Curious she thought Sally should be in here preparing for dinner. With a sense of foreboding, Aubrey slowly walked toward the living room, afraid of what she might find. Peter kept close to her, making sure she was okay. As Aubrey rounded the corner, her feeling intensified.

There, sitting in the living room was Sally. Aubrey instantly knew something was wrong when she noticed the tears in Sally's eyes. Sally never cries, she thought to herself, her feeling of dread consuming her with each step toward the older woman. Peter stood in the doorway, not sure what to do. He felt the need to be there for Aubrey, all he could do was watch.

When Aubrey reached Sally, she saw a letter in her hand. Aubrey didn't even need to ask of the letters content. She let out a painstaking wail that brought more tears to Sally's eyes and ripped at Peter's heart. Before she knew what was happening, Aubrey felt the ground sliding out from under her. Peter ran forward and caught her before she could hit the ground.

Peter was asking her something, but Aubrey couldn't hear. Her grief had completely consumed her. The last thing Aubrey saw was the sad, worried look in Peter's blue eyes. Then her world went black.


A/N: Ok that's it for now. Sorry about the small cliffy. Stay tuned for chapter two to see what happens next. Please Read and Review! =)

I changed a bit of things to fit my story better. For one, the Pevensie's and Aubrey live on the outskirts of Finchley. (I apologize if that doesn't exist, I am American and don't know anything about that area. If I am wrong, feel free to correct me.) This way they are sort of on their own and can have their 'adventures' but are close enough to "all the action".

Second, here is a list of the main character's ages. I know they are supposed to be younger but bear with me here, it will all make sense later. ;)

Peter: 15

Aubrey: 14

Susan: 14

Edmund: 12

Lucy: 10