Disclaimer: If it were mine, I'd be filthy rich
Just wanted to try it. Inspiration from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, WCMI, Syfy's Alice, Mirrormask…and Frou Frou. Will most likely be edited for inconsistencies or mistakes.
It was a quiet morning in the little suburb where Hermione Granger lived. The trees were green and the lawns were well kept. Her room was stocked with numerous books ranging from literature to books on potions and the history of the magical world. It was normal that during the summer vacations she would read when not vacationing with her parents. Today, however, she was standing in front of her window, a dismal look on her face. It was as if she were expecting a long and arduous journey ahead of her, one that she wanted to go on but on the other hand feared.
A small hand bag lay on her desk, the only thing on there that did not belong. She would often look at it while biting her lip. After having looked at the bag, she would look at the red dress hung in her closet, ready to be worn. There was a certain feeling at the pit of her stomach like the one you get before riding a rollercoaster. Excitement and fear all rolled up into one gut-wrenching emotion.
The only noises in the house were of a leaky faucet which dripped endlessly and of the wood floor creaking under her shifting feet. Her parents' room was a disarray with the bed unmade and the closet empty. Hermione had already emptied out and disconnected the fridge and almost everything else that was left to disconnect. The water and gas would be cut off that evening and the phone in the morning. All that was left to do was to pack the dress and floo to the Weasley's house. It was a much easier task than modifying her parent's memory, but still she hesitated.
She felt as if jumping into an icy pool while still dry; every moment just another attempt at postponing her jump. Once decided, she grabbed her dress, stuffed it into the handbag, grabbed the hiding Crookshanks, raced downstairs to the fireplace and prepared the fire with the last of her floo powder.
Hermione looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but smile. Her hair was soft and curled, much more tamed than normally. Ginny was in her mother's room getting ready and Hermione was left by herself to get ready. She sat on the bed and slid on her matching heels. It was a moment before she got up again and she went to sit in front of the window. It felt unpleasant to have such a melancholic feeling on a wedding day. The tent outside was set up and an array of people was arriving. With a sigh, she stood and walked towards the door. As she did so, she stepped on something hard and with quick maneuvering, she was able to evade falling.
Hermione looked down to see what it was and found the hard object to be a book. She went to pick it up and read the title: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. The book was required reading for muggle studies and Hermione was annoyed at Ginny's treatment of it. She picked it up and dusted it, only to have the dust reach her nose. As soon as it did, she was in a fit of sneezing.
"Hermione, you okay?" It was Ginny who looked just as stunning as ever.
"Uh…yeah. Is it almost starting?" Hermione rubbed her nose thoroughly.
" I think in about ten minutes it is. You ready?"
"Yes, I'll go down with you."
Hermione walked down with her and made her way towards the tent. The land around the Burrow was as green as ever and it was an exhilarating sight to see. Ginny left to help her mother and Hermione was left to find her place. It was then that something very white caught her eye. It was at the entrance to the small thicket next to the house and so as not to alert anyone, she carefully and quietly withdrew her wand and walked towards it.
It was rather long in size and hardly moving. It could have been anything but Hermione just wanted to be sure. Once a few feet from it she saw it was a very fat white rabbit. She exhaled and made to turn when she spotted something shiny on the grass. It was a large pocket watch and as she went to touch it, she felt the immediate sensation of falling. Everything around her blurred as she saw strange objects on her way down but it was all just too obscured to make out. It wasn't until some time that she finally crashed into the floor. I've done it this time, was her last thought before everything went black.