"There once was a little dream."
"No one knows who dreamt it. It really was such a small dream."
"This made the little dream think... 'I don't want to disappear, how can I make people dream me?'"
"The little dream thought and thought... And at last had an idea!"
"I will make people come to me...and they will make my world."
Not all fairytales have happy endings.
Five people, four houses, one school. One idea spread around and around, but it all began with these five curious little humans.
They were called 'ALICES', and they lived in their own world.
And what a strange world it was.
And this, my dear friends, is the story of them and their time in Wonderland.
(WATCH YOUR STEP.)
The first Alice was a wrathful woman of the spade.
And righteously she held a sharpened blade within her hand.
Never hesitating to slay all within her way.
Creating paths of blood that followed her through Wonderland.
Deep into the darkened forest, Alice walked the line.
Captured and imprisoned as an embodiment of Sin.
If it were not for the murderous wake left behind.
No one would have suspected that she had ever been.
Ginny Weasley was a woman of spite.
She fought all she could, with her might.
Protecting and sinning, all for love
When a brutal silence fell from above
Her lover was dead
The fight was lost
Never again
Would she hear his voice
And Ginny Weasley was angry again
Slashing and fighting and throwing curses in the breeze
Shouts and curses followed with ease
A bright green shot hit her treacherously
And she died, believing she failed
When minutes after her lover arrived
Devastated by her death
Vowing vengeance he fought and won
But they could never be together again.
In Hell, Ginny sat, covered in red
With anger and murder flowing in waves
Down on Earth, her lover had moved on
And was falling in love with someone else
Ginny Weasley was a woman of red
Abandoned by whom she had given her life for
Never again would she live a pure life
Swallowed by sin and hate.
She would never move on
Never be happy
Never be loved
Always be alone.
The second Alice was a fragile man of the diamond.
The broken echo of the lies within demented words.
He sang his twisted melodies to all in Wonderland.
Creating the image of the sick and the disturbed.
Deadly, yet so beautiful a voice just like a rose.
Was shot by a madman who silenced him to death.
A single rose bloomed in his place with no music composed.
With twisted grin this dying man lay breathing his last breath.
He was young, was dark, was Black.
As sly as a snake, as sharp as a tack
He was hailed as a prodigy
Loved by his family
But no matter
(He was not sane.)
Regulus was the good son
Always following his parents wants
But maybe he was not happy?
No one asked him
No one cared.
"Why can't you see?"
Mother is hateful
Father is sinful
Brother is ignorant
He was alone.
Maybe he was supposed to be evil?
Maybe so
Maybe not.
Regulus Black was the good brother
Always following his parents lead
But his brother was always capturing their attention
Taking away his wants and needs
Something had to happen
Someone had to go
But Regulus made the wrong choice.
Wrong choice.
Regulus Black was the good brother
Always following his parents needs
Always ignored
Always without a home
He disappeared one day
And died all alone
All alone
All alone
All alone.
The third Alice was an innocent young girl of club.
An enchanting, graceful figure in the world of Wonderland.
She charmed the people in the land to her beck and call.
A peculiar country answering to each command.
So she rose into the throne to be the country's queen.
Consumed by paranoia of her own impending death.
Soon the queen succumbed to a dark and nightmarish dream.
Disguised in kindness, loathing fate, she secured her regime.
Hannah Abbott was nothing new
Shy and kind
Oh so boring.
Hannah Abbott was nothing new
Charming those she called 'friends'.
Lying to them, making them believe her
A wolf in a sheepskin.
Hannah Abbott had many friends
In all houses, of all blood types
Hannah Abbott had many friends
Those who she charmed to come at her beck or call.
Then one day
In one class
She saw news of her impending death
Eyes wide
Mouth gaping
She formed a plan inside her brain.
I will not die
I shall live
Even if that means a sacrifice must be made
I shall not die
I shall live
Even if I must give up my 'friends'.
Then after that, Hannah was kind
To all of Hogwarts
Making herself loved
No one questioned it
"She's just a Hufflepuff"
Oh if they knew,
If only they knew
Disguised in kindness was a monster roaring
Taking advantage of those who held it dear
Disguised was a monster
A monster of a girl
A girl called Hannah
Hannah Abbott
Was a monster ready to kill.
The fourth Alice was a duo of curiosity.
Both were lost and could not find the boat where they began.
And so they ran through countless open doors so recklessly.
A brother and a sister running wild through Wonderland.
A stubborn elder sister.
A witty younger brother.
But they had strayed too far into Alice's Wonderland.
They were never woken from their terrifying dream.
Forever they would wander this twisted fairytale.
Fred and Roxy
Roxy and Fred
Always together
Never apart
Twins like their father and Uncle
Loved by their family
Devious schemes apart.
Roxy was stubborn
Was courageous
Was fun
Always planning pranks and devising schemes
The older sister
The dearest one
Her innocence was always questioned
But never discovered.
Fred was the second
The witty one
The younger brother
But the clever one
He planned to the millisecond
And ran when it went wrong
He was always the one to slip away
Unnoticed
A ghost of a presence
Unlike his loud sister
But together they were dark and light
Coexisting and helping one and the other
Planning and pranking their family
Devious and innocent
Black and white
They were trapped together in an endless fight.
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