Disclaimer: All rights belong to J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series, and Lewis Carroll, author of the Wonderland books.
Warnings: slash, meaning boyxboy, gender bent characters, OOC-ness
Into the Dark Depths
Harry closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impact when Dudley and his gang chucked him into the lake. They really did a number on him this time; he couldn't move a single part of his body without grimacing in pain. He should really try to get himself out before he drowned.
He couldn't see a thing, his glasses snapped cruelly and tossed away sometime ago. He blinked languidly, oddly calm. His fingers twitched. Was this how he was going to die? Harry coughed, sending a burst of bubbles from his mouth, wasting precious air. No, he hadn't made any happy memories! He didn't find the light that would outshine the darkness in his life yet! A few tears slipped from his eyes.
I don't want to die.
"Your majesty!"
He didn't look up from the deck of cards on the table. Instead, he flipped one over lazily, smirking slightly at the King of Hearts. How ironic.
"What is it," he demanded, voice low and cold in his callous indifference.
"Th-the-there was an injured boy found in front of the castle, sir!"
A fine eyebrow was raised.
"Hmm? Interesting," red eyes sharpened, sending shivers down the guard's spine when he caught sight of them before jerkily lowering his head.
"He is currently resting in the hospital wing."
"I guess I just have to pay a visit to our 'guest.' Is that all?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Dismissed," he said, gracefully taking a sip from his teacup before setting it down with a soft clank.
After giving a curt bow, the guard quickly left, pitying the young boy that would have a personal visit from the Red King.
I will be using some bits from the Lewis Carroll, Disney, and Tim Burton versions of Alice in Wonderland in this story. I have a feeling craziness will ensue in this crossover. - Aldira