Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Alice in Wonderland. Both belong to JK Rowling and Lewis Carroll respectively. I simply thought it'd be fun to put them together!

Harry trudged slowly through the ever darkening Forbidden Forest, towards what he knew would be his death. Tightly gripping his first snitch, Invisibility cloak draped over his shoulders, Harry numbly moved forwards, his limbs mechanically taking him away from his future and home.

I open at the close. Why did Dumbledore have to always be so vague? Well, he certainly understood now, and as Harry lifted the snitch to his mouth, he tripped on a root and began to fall.

Now normally, something as little as a trip and fall would be minor and hardly worth noting, especially for our hero. But of course, because our hero IS Harry Potter, something as simple as a fall turned out to be… NOT so simple.

Oh shit! Harry thought, as a gaping hole appeared on the other side of that blasted tripping-root.

It was a big hole, but not so big that one could magically float down without hitting any sides and harming oneself, because what kind of hole is that?

No. This hole was normal(ish), and quite dirty, and as Harry tumbled and bumped and bashed and knocked his way down the large and twisty hole, he naturally began to panic. Scrabbling at the sides, he tried in vain to gain some sort of purchase in the hopes of halting his mad descent.

It hurt an awful lot, as Harry was getting cuts from stray rocks and banging against the walls of the tunnel. Harry's nail became bloody from trying to stop as he fell faster and faster, and he cried out when his ankle twisted after attempting to brace himself with his legs. He gave up after that, tucking himself into a fetal position and just hoping that it would end soon.

Finally, Harry thought he felt a gentler sloping of the tunnel, and desperately hoped he mightn't be falling quite as fast. Cautiously peeking his head up from where it had been tucked behind his knees, he squinted, trying to glimpse anything different as he banged along down the hole. The last thing he saw during his quick peek was a sharp looking rock sticking out from the top of the tunnel as he hurtled towards it, and with widened eyes all he had time to think was No-! CRACK! And he knew no more.

AN:

Hello! Yes! A Wonderland fic! I wanted something new and following the plot of the Jabberwocky poem! And if you didn't get that just now- Harry died! Oops! Not to worry though! He IS the Master of Death, you know. And you can't have a fic about Harry without Harry! Silly.