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Malice Magic

By Demonabyss

Harry sat in his cupboard, deep in thought. Oh excuse me; you're probably wondering who is Harry and why is he in a cupboard you ask? Good questions, but do you want to know that answers? Usually when people do find out they say "Sorry I asked" or "I wish you hadn't told me", will this be the same with you? I hope not, but lets find out. The ten, almost eleven, year old boy was named Harry Potter and he lived with his aunt Petunia, his uncle Vernon, and his cousin Dudley, the Dursleys all together. He was an orphan as his parents had been killed in a car accident; he didn't believe that for a moment but that that was what he had been told by the Dursleys, hence why he didn't believe it. Instead of an orphanage he had been sent to his relatives home, or personal enslavement camp would be his personal description. The Dursleys hated him since he was a baby and thus made the cupboard under the stairs his "room" though there was nothing roomy about it.

Huh? You're curious as to why the Dursleys hated Harry so much? Again, are you sure you want to know? If that is the case then I will tell you the whole story and leave nothing out, as much as I can anyway. Now the Dursleys hated Harry with a passion and treated him as both a slave and a burden. He was beaten often whenever something bad, unfortunate, or strange happened or when they just felt like it. Harry didn't fight back because it would just cause more pain for him in both the long and short run. Now as you may have guessed, this sort of thing would be traumatizing to anyone and Harry was no different, in this aspect anyway.

Harry took all the pain and in time, he felt less and less of it from the beatings. In some cases he even began to enjoy it. True his hatred and bitterness for them just grew, but he adapted. Children are very adaptable. Why, he even adapted to the loneliness by doing what any child would do, create an imaginary friend, at least that's what people thought. The truth however was far more … well unusual would be a VERY kind term to use. His "imaginary" friend was a nineteen-year-old girl named Alice. Now you're probably thinking, why would a ten-year-old boy create a nineteen-year-old girl as an imaginary friend? Why not some mythical animal or at least another child his age? The reason for this was because Harry didn't create Alice, Alice appeared to him. Why or how, he didn't care anymore, but she was real not imaginary.

Alice was a reliable and true friend to Harry. She visited him often in his dreams or rather he visited her in her twisted world in his dreams, he hadn't been able to figure that out just yet. There she taught him many things as she comforted him, such as manners, math, literature, survival techniques, fighting styles, and how to kill anything that stood in his way. Oh yes he could kill the Dursleys, quite easily too, the only problem was how to do it and get away with it. Oh well, a problem for another day. Alice's "teachings" had some interesting side effects on Harry. For one, the his hair wasn't brown but black with the tips blood red and for another his eyes, while still green, were no longer the hazel green they were before but were now bright emerald green. Another thing he was much stronger and more agile then the Dursleys gave him credit. All and all there was more to him then meets the eye.

Today was normal, as normal as Harry's life was anyway. He was up making breakfast for the Dursleys as he contemplated ways to kill them and not get caught. They never knew he wanted to kill them, and most likely could, but he wasn't stupid enough to do it outright. He wanted to be able to enjoy his freedom from them, hence he ran through various plans on a regular basis trying to think of a way to eliminate them. 'Poison? No detectable. Knife in the back? Fun but also detectable. Car accident? No, the cops might find it to be sabotaged,' his mind absently continued on this train of thought as he prepared breakfast. As I said, it was a normal day, for Harry anyway.

His thoughts then turned to Dudley's birthday a few days ago. They had all gone to the zoo and had forced to take him along. It had been interesting, Harry mused as to how long it would take various animals to kill the Dursleys with Alice adding commentary here and there. Oh, didn't I mention? Alice and Harry had a mental connection, allowing them to speak to one another mentally, though Harry sometimes spoke out loud, causing others to be weary of him, not that he cared very much. The boy went to pick up the mail, casually flipping through everything. He was surprised to find a letter addressed to him, all the way down to his cupboard. 'Curious,' he thought quietly.

As he looked at the letter, the familiar presence of Alice made its way into his mind. He knew it was she by the feeling he got from her, which was a mix of politeness, caring, rage, blood lust, and kindness. Oh and madness, a lot of madness. 'Curious indeed, slip it into your cupboard lest the blithering idiots in the next room find it and destroy it before you know what it is,' she suggested to which Harry complied, slipping it into his cupboard through the slot on the side before heading into the kitchen with the mail.

Once the Dursleys had left to do whatever, Harry retrieved the letter. He found a strange wax seal on the back, with a stylized H on it. He opened it and was surprised by what he saw. It was an acceptance letter to a school called Hogwarts. Moreover, it was a school of witchcraft and wizardry. 'This actually explains a lot,' Harry thought quietly, knowing Alice was listening in, as usual.

Alice chuckled a soft chuckle, 'Indeed. It would seem that you are a wizard and if I were to guess I would say so were your parents but not your aunt or uncle. Jealousy is not an admirable trait, though they have it perfected it seems. In any case, there is probably an owl outside waiting for your reply.'

Harry nodded and immediately began to write his response.

Dear Miss McGonagall,

I would very much like to attend your school. However, I have no way to acquire or pay for the items you have listed nor do I know how to get to Hogwarts. I would humbly request that you send someone to get me. Otherwise I accept your offer.

Sincerely,

Harry James Potter

Harry walked outside and saw an owl with its leg out, ready to deliver the message. He attached the letter to the owl's leg and sent it off, grinning to himself at what would come.

That night in his dreams, he entered Alice's world of Wonderland. It was a twisted place where you could be awed by its beauty and disgusted by its twisted nature at the same time. Right now he stood in the SKOOL, specifically the library. In front of him was a nineteen-year-old girl. She had dark colored hair that reached to her lower back and had intense emerald eyes, even more intense then Harry's, and wore a blue dress with a white apron that had quite a few blood stains on it. "What do you want to show me now?" he asked politely, having been here a thousand times before.

Alice just smiled at him. "If you're going to be going to a magic school, then you should know a few spells in advance. Witches and wizards who have come to Wonderland before wrote many of these books. True they were out of their minds, but what do you expect? In any case, these books teach things that you won't find in any wizarding library or in any school. Now then, why don't you start with some of the basic spells first?" she suggested coyly. Harry just grinned this was going to be interesting.

Who should pick up Harry? – Hagrid, Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall, or Someone else?

What house should Harry be in? – Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, or New House?

Who should be his friends? – Draco, Hermoine, Ron, Neville, and or someone else?