Tirian's tale

In the forest there are secrets, hidden even from those that would visit daily. Those at the castle do not know why the forest is forbidden, nor even the extent of the canopy. They know that there are creatures there that are of danger, but even in their wild dreams they cannot comprehend the wildness of the forest.
Beasts that roam there are not simply vicious. Some are, that much is true, but there is more than that. Some know the language of men, and choose to speak it, others take their hiding places where they find them, under the aegis of the leaves. Still others choose to be apart.
In the journey from the castle to the sea there is a change, and the trees themselves start to whisper, carrying news from the lake to the river to the moors, and into the wilderness of Harfang. News from the mer-folk to the underlanders, and from the giants to the children of Eve.
Their train journey is not simply along tracks, traveling North, it is a leaving behind of the Darklands, and moving into the Shadowlands, learning to be children, the children of Narnia.

In this world, the beasts talk, and the Lion is ruler of them all, child of the emperor over the sea, and lord of all that acknowledge him.

Oft times it comes about that a greater link is forged. A Narnian will slip away, and join the castle when there is need, or a centaur may come bearing gifts and messages.
When the half-giant was killed, another of us came to take his place, Narnian born, and a free faun. The younger ones welcomed him, seeing him as another of the mysteries of the forest. The elders greeted him with warmth, for they were friends of Narnia, and he was a friend of the school. To those who knew his importance, he was a sign of what was to come – able to speak the language of men and of beasts, he knew the magic of the elder times and the ways of the land beyond the Lantern. Friend of Lucy he ventured forth, seeking the child of Susan, asking sanctuary in return.
He asked of the Great Wizard, and he was granted place in the castle, and made the Keeper of the Keys and Grounds.

And what of I, Tirian of Narnia, son of the last king? Friend of Centaurs, and ambassador of my people, I come in peace at time of war, to give help at the darkest hour. I come to the one who will claim the birthright of a king of Narnia, Son of Adam, heir to the gifts, and friend to Aslan, to pledge my allegiance.
He knows not yet his legacy, child that he is. But, man as he is to become, he bears well already the burdens laid upon him, by greater heads than mine. I question them not, his name, known well in the common tongue, is Harry Potter.