Disclaimer: I…own nothing. I don't even own the Pandora DVD's or anything. Are those even for sell in this damned country? Not that I would know we never get anything here… What do I own? Well, a twisted imagination, a love of gruesome scenes and deaths, anime, and a fondness toward Alice in Wonderland, Through the Looking Glass, and Pandora Hearts. Sorry if my story takes on a more Wonderland approach at times. Hope you enjoy!

Oh, and I must thank PyromaniacBlackWings for letting me use the plot of Harry being one of the older Vessalius brothers. Thanks again, and I hope you also like the story, since you inspired me!

Pairings: None, as of now. I'm not sure if it will be Yaoi, Yuri, cannon, or a mixture of the two. Perhaps I'll figure that out in time.

Spoiler: There will be an Oc in this story. It's mainly a person I created to be a chain for Harry/Edmond. Her story will be relevant to Harry's time as Edmond, but her appearance won't change much of anything or be important to the plot itself. She was mainly created from an idea I had about the seal having chains, and the Intention of the Abyss, Alyss, having someone in the Abyss with her. There also needed to be someone to connect Edmond and Alice/Abyss since it was never shown that Jack's brothers even met Alice/Alyss. Oh, and Sirius might appear, maybe even Snape. I know who Sirius's Chain is, but who would make a Snape Chain? I'm thinking Raven for some reason.

Music: Her Name Is Alice by Shinedown.

It started there. In that small dark cupboard. Where the spiders had been his only true friends, crawling over him and playing with him. That was when he had noticed it. That the darkness was alive. That the shadows would whisper and sing to him if he listened close enough. He knew it wasn't really darkness, knew it wasn't really the shadows. No it was something more. Something twisted, and strange, and so powerful. Yet it felt safe to him. Terrifying yes, but safe…

There was something…uncontrollable about that darkness. Something ancient and cruel. And yet Harry was always happy. Happy that it would visit him. Bringing about dreams of white rabbits and talking toys. Of tea parties and childish laughter and stories. Of a protective cat called Cheshire and the girls he loved to protect, even if he was confused at how to protect one from the other. Of blood-stained black rabbits and a void of endless darkness. Of long blonde hair pulled into a braid coping that of long black hair. The same colored eyes…

And Alyss…and Alice… He hated seeing them sad. One sad and lonely with no idea of who she was. However, she had wanted that, had left her memories with Cheshire to guard and protect. One that was lonely and slowly being twisted and corrupted. She had been the white side, the kind side but he wondered if she remembered how to be kind anymore. But the one that stood out in his mind the most was the one that tried to help Alyss. The one that absorbed most of the malice to protect her, and played with her so she wasn't lonely.

The Black Queen…sometimes he wondered if her name shouldn't be the Black Knight…

Harry Potter was quite fond of the darkness. And though he wouldn't admit it, he rather liked chaos opposed to order. Order meant that the truth was hidden from him, it meant people decided what he needed and didn't need to know. Chaos, in chaos there was no order. Meaning there were no rules, no right and wrong. No, Harry rather liked Chaos. However, he wasn't fond of this type of Chaos.

Harry Potter couldn't help but sigh as he sat on the fountain of the Ministry of Magic. Voldemort had been killed of course, and he still found this to have been too easy and ironic. However, a part of him wished he hadn't. Eventually the war would have died down to nothing. Sure more people would have been dead, but things would have been different. After all over time both sides would have lost too many people to fight anymore. Everything would have drifted off peacefully.

No, instead everything was chaotic. At the moment everyone was rushing to make the wizarding world what they thought it would be. People were afraid to change from the way the dark lord had made things. The light side wanted everything to be made how they thought it should be. While good for muggles and muggleborn's, it was bad for most creatures. The purebloods were trying to change things to their vision. Again, it would have been good for most creatures, but bad for non purebloods.

Not to mention…he hated everyone looking to him for advice. He hated their attentions. He hated their worship… he hated being followed and pressured into marrying Ginny. Just because she was like his mother didn't mean he loved her. Every time he tried, he only thought of her as Ron's little sister. His little sister. And frankly Harry wasn't into incest. No one seemed to want to know his intentions. No one wanted to know his wishes or thoughts.

He was pushed into the Auror division. Although Kingsley had needed help and promised to release him if he asked, so he wasn't too stressed about it. He was guilt-tripped into dating Ginny. He hated the fact that she thought he didn't see her eyes wandering. He was oblivious at times, but he wasn't that thick. He wasn't able to get anyone to believe Snape was on his side. No one believed Dumbledore's portrait either.

He couldn't believe that Ron and Hermione were already married with a kid on the way. Yea they had mourned Fred for a few months but after that it was like everything was fine. He could see that Andromeda was slowly fading away. She couldn't really raise Teddy, her heart too broken but she was trying. And everyone was waiting for an invitation to the Potter-Weasley wedding sure to take place. Again, he knew Ginny wasn't happy with the arrangements, but this was something she had always thought would be her future.

Honestly…Harry was wearing down. Not to mention those odd dreams. Harry had been having dreams lately…of becoming another person. It was strange, this person was him and yet not. They had the same eyes, the same hair, the same body, the same age, even the same birthdates. Only…separate lives… However, something was wrong with the other him. Edmond, he was sure the name was. Sometimes…

Harry sighed, resting his head on his arms and closeing his eyes. Sometimes he wished he could be Edmond instead of Harry…

"But you can."

Blinking Harry lifted up his head. His eyes widening as he jumped to his feet. He was in the Death Chamber… but he didn't know how he got here. It shouldn't be possible. He had just been in the center of the Ministry. Not to mention the Department of Mysteries were sealed off until everything had been restored. Looking around Harry's eyes darted around for anything, anything but…

His eyes landed on the veil against his wishes.

He hated it…

"Why, when it could grant your wish?"

Harry jumped hearing that voice again. He really hoped he wasn't hearing voices again. This one didn't have the hiss of a snake though.

"You're wish to be Edmond instead of Harry. You want that, yes?"

Harry froze for a moment. He had never told anyone about Edmond.

"I see, I see! It's true! That you wish to take Edmond's place? That's good because, Edmond is in danger."

Harry's eyes widened and he took a step foreword. "What do you mean? What do you mean Edmond's in danger?" he asked.

"It would seem Edmond has caught a terrible disease. One no one think he'll survive. One that's almost finished in killing him off."

"Then stop it! Don't let it kill Edmond. Can't you do anything?" He asked.

"I'm afraid Edmond's time is up. He's aware of this, yes. But Edmond has a wish… Edmond wishes Harry can have a chance at what his heart desires. A chance to live Edmonds life for him."

Harry's eyes widened. "What, but…that would mean…"

"Yes, Edward will have to die. But that's going to happen either way. This way Harry can take Edmond's place when his soul vanishes. However…Harry will have to cease to exist here, for that."

Harry froze again eyes wide. "Cease to exist?" He questioned numbly.

"Yes… Harry and Edmond's worlds are separated. If one were to enter the other's they must switch completely. However, since Edmond is dying that can't happen. Harry…would have to leave this world, his world behind."

Harry turned his eyes locked onto the veil. The veil which looked more like a mirror then anything. A mirror that reflected Edmond and someone else behind him.

"You have to hurry. The choice won't always be there. And you're running out of time. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock….hehehehehehe…." A hand closed around Edmond's throat.

Harry jerked and opened his eyes again. His eyes locked onto the people walking around him blankly. Not registering the greetings and conversations around him. Instead all he could hear was the ticking of a clock that wasn't there.