Alice Liddell in Hogwarts
Alice is a witch and is going to Hogwarts. A crossover of American McGee's Alice and Harry Potter. Wow what's going to happen? Well find out yourself.
Alice sat in the asylum waiting for death to happen. Today was the day she was going to be lobotomized. This was officially the end of her life. No more memories or free will. It's funny too, her deceased family had always told her that her amazing memory and her free spirit were her two best qualities.
Alice- Well this is it. An end to the madness…heh or something like that.
Suddenly the door flew open. And instead of a fat, bloodied up doctor Alice saw an old man with a long beard and one of those old grandpa smiles that made you want to trust someone. Alice decided he was a pedophile right then and there.
Alice- Oh well you must be the happiest doctor I've ever met in the asylum… are you new?
Dumbledore- No Alice. I'm here to take you away from here. Come there is much to talk about, but first we need to get you out of that dreadful coat don't we?
Alice- This? No it's quite alright. Haven't you heard doctor? We're all mad.
Dumbledore- Are you really? Well I've never met a mad person before, but I'm quite sure you're not mad Alice. You don't suit what I had in mind for a mad person at all.
Alice- You don't say? Well I'm not quite the raving lunatic with foam pouring out of my ear, oh heavens no! Look in room 11 wing 2 for him; at least what's left of him. Lobotomy does strange things when it goes wrong you know. Poor tyke.
Dumbledore- Alice you don't really want to go there do you? Then I will be quick about it; come to my school. It teaches magic, and your father was one of the greats. His talent was passed onto you, and now…
Alice- Now there is something gone wrong so you need me yes? Don't look appalled doctor. I don't know many people who walk into an asylum on there own free will without some personal gain. I will attend. As mad as I may be pain simply doesn't suit me, and I heard lobotomy is very painful. No further talk is necessary just give me all the information I need. You are very lucky doctor, anyone else would have called you mad, but I am already mad so I will believe you.
2 DAYS LATER AT KINGS CROSS STATION
Alice stood on platform nine and three-quarters and looked around. Her eyes moved from the train to the people. She wore a white blouse and a skirt with a white and yellow plaid pattern that didn't quite reach her knees. Her hair was down and washed for the first time in what seemed like decades to her. Her skin was clear and pale white and forced her to stay in the shadows in fear of being burnt.
Alice- Really I don't quite understand why these children stand out in the light all day. Don't they know how damaging it is? Really, and they call me m…
Just that very moment a boy bumped into her, causing her to drop all of her book, and began to profusely apologize. He had a mess of dark hair, round glasses on his eyes, and he looked about two years older than her, but the most interesting thing was his scar on his forehead. It was in the shape of a lightning bolt.
Harry- …so sorry about that.
Alice- Hm? Oh no it's no problem at all... I should be the last one to point this out, but that scar on your head is rather strangely shaped. Care to tell me why?
Harry- Oh um this ah I got it when Voldemort killed my parents. Are you um… are you a first year?
Alice- Yes I am a first year... Your parents died then? Pity, so did mine you know. I should know, it's what got me into that asylum. I do apologize I shouldn't have asked like that it was rude of me, but to tell you the truth it's not even that bad of a scar, at least it's pretty to look at. I've had much worse.
Harry- Huh?
Alice- Hehe don't worry about it. I will see you in school then mister uh…
Harry- Potter. Harry Potter's the name.
Alice- Well I'm Alice Liddell; or am I? Hm, now who am I? That is a question. Well, last I checked I was still Alice… Anyways I will be seeing you Mr. Potter. I think it is a good time to board the train now, you should too Harry.
Harry- Ah r-right.
ON THE TRAIN
Harry had just told Ron and Hermoine about Sirius Black being out for his blood, and was now talking about the girl.
Harry- She was well wierd. She talked about being in an asylum and stuff.
Ron- Was she cute?
Hermoine- Ron!
Ron- What?
Harry- She was cute.
Hermoine- Harry! The poor girl has enough trouble by the sound of it and doesn't need you two harrassing her.
Ron- Come off it Hermoine! I wouldn't want that crazy thing near me even if the was the as good as that one on the cover of the Witch Weekly!
Hermoine and Harry- Ron!
Ron- What?
Harry- Be nice, she's not a bad person...I don't think so anyways.