Don't own anything. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and Alice in Wonderland belongs to Disney and Tim Burton and some other people I think. This isn't profitable I just thought it would be fun to write.
Okay so I have never written a crossover before, if I'm honest I never really liked them but after I saw the new Alcie and Wonderland movie I wanted to write a fanfic about it. However I'm still hooked on Harry Potter obviously so I thought it might be fun to combine them.
Basically it's the whole story of Alice and Wonderland, with a few changes, but the characters in it are from Harry Potter.
It's also a Snarry like all my Harry Potter fanfics are.
Harry is Alice and Snape is the Mad Hatter or in this version The Mad Potions Master.
If you guys read it I hope you like it.
Please write me a review and tell me what you think.
Enjoy!
Harry sat silently, looking out the window, in the small carriage that carried him and his mother Lily to the Malfoy Manor. Lord Draco Malfoy of Hogsmeade had personally invited Harry to this garden party a month ago. Harry had not wanted to come but his mother had insisted. He had had bad dreams the night before and had slept in, now they were ten minutes late and his mother was looking at him reproachfully.
"Honestly Harry couldn't you have done something with your hair? You could have taken a minute to brush it down. It is not proper" his mother scolded.
"Who gets to decide what proper is? What if it was suddenly decided that is was proper brush your hair over your eyes so you couldn't see a thing and you tripped over everything?" Harry asked.
His mother gave him a stern look "Harry."
"What? Dad would have thought it was amusing." Harry said angrily.
A pained look crossed his mother's face at the mention of the late James Potter. Harry instantly felt bad.
"I'm sorry I didn't have time to brush it, I didn't sleep well last night and I was late getting up. Besides you know it wouldn't have mattered much my hair is hopeless." Harry explained.
"Are you still having those dreams?" his mother asked concerned.
"Yes. It's always the same one, ever since I can remember it has been the same one. Is that normal?" Harry asked.
His mother shook his head "I don't know." Then she smiled slightly and patted Harry on the knee "You mustn't worry about it right now, let's just try to have a good time today."
Harry nodded and returned her smile. He looked out the widow again; he knew that they would be at the Manor soon. He began thinking about the very first time he had the dream that now haunted him almost every night. Harry had been around six years old at the time.
His father had been going over some plans with some of his business associates in the study, Harry had crawled out of bed, his dream had been so vivid and real he couldn't fall back asleep. He silently made his way out to the hall and watched as his father excitedly announced his plans to take his business worldwide. When he noticed Harry standing in the hall he smiled briefly at his son and walked over to Harry to escort him back to his room. "I'll be there in a minute" he had said.
Harry sat and waited until his dad finally came into his room and sat down beside him.
"I had a strange dream" Harry said.
"Really?" his dad asked "What was it about?"
"Well..." Harry began thinking of the strange creatures from his dream "There was a white rabbit in a waist coat and a mouse with a sword. There was a smiling cat and we all sat down for tea. And a Blue caterpillar!" Harry finished his eyes wide as he remembered the strange blue caterpillar.
"A blue caterpillar?" his father had asked.
He nodded.
"And a smiling cat?" his father said with wonder in his eyes "I didn't know cat's could smile."
Harry had nodded again. Then he had looked sadly at his father "Dad does this mean that I'm going mad?"
James had laid his hands on his son's face, his brow furrowed in concentration "Yes it seems you are mad, absolutely bonkers." Harry's face fell. "But can I tell you a secret?" his dad had whispered quietly "All the best people are."
Harry had smiled and laughed. His father had always understood him but then he had passed away two years ago and Harry's world had seemed to tumble down.
The carriage lurched to a halt and Harry was jolted from his thoughts.
"Come" his mother said.
They hurried across the pathway to the back garden. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were standing beside the entrance to the back garden. Narcissa Malfoy had a glower on face, her lips in a thin firm line. "You're late." She said sternly.
Lily nodded and made a weak apology.
Narcissa clicked her tongue and moved her attention to Harry "Draco" she said with elegance that made Harry want to wipe the annoying smirk of her face "Is waiting for you." She pointed down the stairs to where people mingled and danced and laughed in the warm sunshine of the mid summer day.
Harry glanced at his mother one last time before walking down the steps and looking for Draco among the other party guests.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and spun around.
"Harry" Draco said swiftly his blonde hair sweeping to the side in light breeze.
"Draco" Harry said, wishing he could be anywhere but where he was at the moment, he had never liked Draco, the young man was too full of himself. He had always been full of himself, at least as long as Harry could remember.
"Glad you finally decided to show up." Draco sneered.
Harry fake smiled "I wouldn't miss it for the world" he said in a voice bordering on sarcasm.
If Draco noticed Harry's obvious rudeness he didn't show it, he held out his hand to Harry "Dance?" he said making it sound like a question but Harry knew it was an order.
He took Draco's hand and let the blond lead him to the center of the dance floor.
They began a slow leisurely dance, hands sometimes brushing and bodies occasionally bumping but nothing remotely intimate which Harry was glad for. He looked around him, searching for a familiar face but was brought back to himself when Draco grasped his hand forcefully. "Where is your head today Harry?" he hissed.
Harry didn't respond, he simply kept moving his legs to the rhythm of the dance, a dance he had learned long ago like every other proper child in England had. He moved almost in a robotic state, everything around him seemed so placed. Where one might have argued that there was life all around him all Harry saw were people placed like chess pieces in one big moving chess game. There was no real life to this party. No freedom. Harry dreamed of freedom.
"Come" Draco said snapping Harry from his thoughts by taking Harry's wrist and pulling him off of the dance floor. "I would like you to meet me under the gazebo in ten minutes."
"Uh...okay" Harry said and watched as Draco nodded and left to meet with other party guests.
"We have a secret."
Harry whipped around to find Draco's two annoying cousins, who were also twins, eyeing him and grinning at each other.
"We've decided to tell you" one of the girls said but for the life of him Harry couldn't remember which one she was. He thought possibly it was Padma but he wasn't going to voice his thought.
"But he won't be surprised if we tell him." The other girl said, Parvati he thought.
"Will you be surprised?" the first girl asked again.
"Uh" Harry shrugged his shoulders, he didn't really care about the girls' secret he just wished they would leave him be.
"Draco is going to ask for your hand" the girl that Harry thought was Padma said giggling.
Harry's surprised 'What?' was postponed when an angry voice said from behind them "Oh really you two! Everyone has done such a good job of keeping it a secret." A bushy haired girl said angrily, taking Harry's arm she mumbled to herself "I could just...uh they are so annoying."
"Hermione" Harry said smiling and hugging his elder sister "I'm glad to see you."
Hermione hugged him back "Well we haven't seen each other in three months I would be sad if you hadn't missed me."
"What Padma and Parvati said it's...does...does everyone know?" Harry stumbled on his words the realization of what he had just heard coming back to him.
"Well of course. That's why everyone is here. This is your engagement party. You and Draco will make a lovely couple, I'm sure after today when you say yes he will want you to move into the manor right away..."
Harry cut his sister off "But Hermione I don't want to marry Draco."
Hermione's eyes widened "Why ever not. You won't do any better than a lord and he's certainly interested in you."
"He's a jerk and is too self obsessed with himself." Harry muttered so no one else could hear them.
"Oh don't be absurd, he is a little self involved but he is a good match for you. What else would you do? And you don't want to end up like Aunt Bathilda and become a burden on the family." Hermione said nodding her head over to where their aunt, Bathilda Bagshot sat under a large oak talking to herself and scanning the crowd of people around her.
Harry looked at her for a moment. No he didn't want to end up like Aunt Bathilda but marry Draco instead; Harry didn't know what would be worse.
"Oh look, it looks like Narcissa would like a word with you. I'll leave you to it." Hermione said patting him on the shoulder, she nodded at Narcissa and then took her leave.
Harry looked at Narcissa as she beckoned him to follow her into the rose garden. He wished to shake his head and run for the hills, he had always hated the uptight women and spending any amount of time with her left his skin crawling. But instead he nodded and followed her into the lovely garden.
"I've always feared bad genes" Narcissa said once they were inside the garden, she looked at him expectantly. "But you Harry are full of good genes, good blood. With you Draco will be able to have lovely IMBECILES!"
"What?" Harry said confused, he and Draco would have lovely imbeciles together? That didn't make any sense; surely Narcissa won't want him to marry Draco if she thought they would have imbeciles together, no matter how lovely they were.
"The gardeners, those imbeciles, I asked for red roses not white." Narcissa said crossly.
Harry looked around at the blooming white roses, he thought they were beautiful, much more summery than red in his opinion but he could see Narcissa being someone who liked red better than white. "You could always paint them red." Harry said trying to be helpful.
Now it was Narcissa's turn to be confused "That's a very odd thing to say."
Harry blushed under the scrutiny of her eyes on him and had to force himself not to look away.
"Anyways" Narcissa said finally moving her glaze away from Harry "Now I know you are going to make a perfect husband to my son Draco, by making him happy in every way possible. Such as cooking and cleaning. Now I must tell you beforehand that Draco has some indigestion problems. There are certain food items you must stay away from or else poor Draco will be sick on the loo for days.
'Seriously?' Harry thought 'Could this get any worse, my soon to be husband who I despise, has indigestion. What a wonderful way to start a happy life together.'
As Harry listened to Narcissa list of the things that Draco could not eat Harry saw a rustle of leaves on one of the rose bushes. His eyes wandered over to the plant and Harry had to blink twice. His eyes must be playing tricks on him; he thought he had just seen a...rabbit in a waistcoat. No that couldn't have been it that was all in his dreams was he day dreaming?
"Are you listening to me?" Narcissa's voice said cutting though his thoughts.
"Oh...sorry I'm a little distracted." Harry mumbled.
Narcissa clicked her tongue in displeasure and went to get back to what she was saying.
Harry saw out of his eye a flash of white fur and couldn't bring himself to stay any longer and listen about indigestion.
"I'm quite sorry Mrs. Malfoy but as much as I appreciate the advice I must run you see...I promised to meet Draco under the gazebo in a few minutes." Harry said supplying and excuse, he really didn't have any intention of going to find Draco but he wanted to investigate if he was going mad or if that really was a little white rabbit he was seeing.
For the first time that day Narcissa gave a true smile "Yes go, I'm sure Draco will not want to be kept waiting. We will finish this discussion at a later time."
"Yay me" Harry mumbled sarcastically under his breath.
"What was that?" Narcissa asked her eyes narrowing.
"Nothing" Harry almost squeaked and ran from the garden.
He saw the blur of white fur again and headed down the path leading in, out and around the beautiful garden. He came to an abrupt halt after running under an archway and almost into two people. He stopped and looked at them and then felt anger rise in him.
Hermione's husband Ron was happily snogging some young women with long blond hair.
"Ron" Harry said unable to keep the anger out of his voice.
Ron and the other women pulled away faster than you could say affair.
Ron looked startled and unnerved "Harry" he said unkindly "Mrs. Brown and I where just saying our hellos, we are close friends."
"Yes I can see you are very close in deed" Harry said glaring at Ron "So close in fact that even your tongue has had a chance to say hello to her tonsils."
Ron blushed slightly then advanced on Harry causing the younger man to take a step back.
"You won't tell Hermione about this will you?" Ron asked an edge to his voice.
"Why wouldn't I?" Harry said.
"Well Hermione and I are very happy. You wouldn't want to tear apart her happiness by breaking up our family would you?"
"Me?" Harry said forcing the urge to punch the smug bastard in the face "I'm not the one groping other women in rose gardens."
Ron looked like he was going to strangle Harry, well as long as it kept Harry from talking to Hermione, but at that moment Draco appeared behind Harry. Harry had never been so glad to see Draco in his life, Harry may be of high spirits but Ron was bigger than Harry, not to mention muscular and he had an angry streak.
"Harry there you are" Draco said, his voice held annoyance "I said ten minutes not ten hours, I've been looking for you everywhere."
"Sorry Draco" Harry said realising that this apology may be the first in a long line of apologies in his life "I was just finishing up with Ron."
Draco looked suspiciously between the two but finally just shook his head and took Harry's arm, leading him to the gazebo where seemingly everyone from the party had gathered around.
Harry felt nervous as he walked past all the expecting faces, they all expected him to say yes to Draco's engagement but he wasn't sure if he could. He didn't think he could spend the rest of his life in a manor, cooking for an ungrateful husband and kids born out of necessity rather than love.
"Harry Potter" Draco said lowering himself on one knee in front of Harry.
"Yes" Harry said though he knew that Draco had not been asking him a question, he could tell that the boy fought the roll of his eyes.
"Will you do the honour of marring me?" Draco asked in a way that demanded only one answer.
Harry looked down at Draco's smug face, the boy had a shimmer in his eyes and Harry could see his close lipped smile turning into an open mouthed grin that was spreading across his face.
Harry then looked out to the sea of people. "Well everyone expects me to...and you are a lord. Everyone says we will be great together and have beautiful children...even if they are imbeciles" he added as an afterthought.
Draco looked confused the smile slipping from his face.
"Everyone thinks it's the right thing to do" Harry continued "And I don't want to end up like B...a burden to the family. But still this is all so soon and I...I really don't like you all that much." Harry said looking Draco right in the eyes. He heard a gasp from behind him and wouldn't have been surprised if he had turned around to find that Narcissa had fainted.
Harry looked at Draco; he really didn't know what to do. He turned to the crowd; he could see disappointment in his mother's bright green eyes.
Then he saw the white fur and looked to his left to see a white rabbit standing right out in the open holding out a small pocket watch. It's blue waistcoat sticking out against its radiant white fur.
Harry took one last look at the people around him and then ran after the rabbit, he didn't care if it was a figment of his imagination, he just had to get out of there.