Disclaimer: HP belongs to JK Rowling and Alice in Wonderland (whihc is mentioned in here) belongs to whats-his-face....um.....Lewis Carol. (I think? Well, it's not mine, thats the point). I'm making no money, don't sue.
Note: ODD ODD ODD! Partially inspired by Alice and Wonderland, this is proabably my most insane fic yet. A word of advice, please don't try to make sense out of it, because I doubt thats possible and I don't want anyone complaining to me because this made them go wiggy, or somethin'. If you want that, try reading the Schrodigner's Cat trilogy, k? please, Please, PLEASE review this when your finished. ~Moi~
Insanity
Catipiller with a nose and world of nothingness
It was a beautiful day at Hogwart's School for Witchcraft and Wizardry-the sun was shining; the cloudless sky was an unbelievable shade of blue; the birds were singing.........it was perfect, utterly perfect.
All the professors-with the exception of Snape-were having their classes outside, and the students were all loving it. Very little work was getting done, but no one seemed to mind. Except Harry Potter. Harry Potter was in an incredably, horribly bad mood, and the sun and flowers and butterflies only seemed to heighten his unhappiness.
He sat on the golf-course green grass of the school's lawn, beside one of his best friends, Hermione Granger, as the transformation class took place. At first, he had tried to pay attention, but his mind soon began wandering to the state it was at now-entirely focused on a little fuzzy catipiller climbing a singular strand of grass. He glared at the catipiller, annoyed with how content it seemed.
It would be so easy to destroy the little catipiller, Harry mused silently. Just bring his hand down, and ~SQUISH~! Or, he could step on it; put it in Draco Malfoy's soup; impale it on his wand.....there were so many ways of destruction.......And life was so fragile.
The catipiller looked up at the young wizard as though it knew what he was thinking, and scrunched his little catipiller nose (which confused Harry for a number of moments).
Beside him, Hermione's hand shot into the air, her elbow hitting the side of Harry's face lightly-but hard enough to pull him out of his thoughts. For a moment, he glared at his witch friend, who was too busy answering a question about a transformation she had performed to notice, then he turned his eyes back to the catipiller.
The catipiller was no longer looking at him, and his nose was no longer scrunched. He was once again contently sitting on the blade of grass. Who knew what devious thoughts could be passing through his head.....
Harry put out a hand. Maybe the catipiller would step on it-then Harry could squish him....or just let him wander up his arm. The catipiller looked at the hand, and then at Harry, and blinked (this confused Harry for a moment as well). With a shake of it's little head, the catipiller went back to ignoring the young wizard.
Annoyed even more at the content little catipiller that could wrinkle it's nose and blink, Harry carefully drew one finger along the fuzzy's back-detirmined that the insignificant creature would ignore him no longer.
The moment he touched the creature, though, the world of happy Hogwarts seemed to disolve around Harry. All that was left was him-sitting cross legged on nothing-and the catitpiller, who was also perched on nothing. (This confused Harry for a multitude of moments, and even to this day he isn't quite sure what happened then.)
The catipiller gave Harry a look as though to say "you fool, why'd you go and do that? You're an annoying annoying boy and I don't see how anyone can stand you. I pity the human race." Harry stared back at the catipiller with a look that said "????".
The catipiller sighed and then, without warning, it began to grow. And grow. And grow. Until it was the size of Harry's hand, then head, then Harry himself. (It was at this point that Harry gave up on being confused and decided to simply accept things as they came along to him).
When the catipiller was just a bit bigger than Harry, it opened it's mouth and displayed littl black fangs. Harry immediatly regretted thinking of all the ways to kill it, and cowered away from the bizaare animal. But instead of biting the boy's head off, as Harry had feared, the catipiller simply said, "Meow. Mew, woof woof, mew..........hssssss moo hssss, meow arf neigh."
Harry blinked and took up being confused again.
"Meow meow baa woof, arf arf grr purr." The catipiller finished it's little speech and started gliding away on a river of nothingness. For a brief moment, Harry wished the catipiller luck, and that he not slip into the water and drown, but then the animal was out of site, and Harry was falling.
Harry fell and fell and fell......For a moment he was reminded of Alice and the rabbithole, but then he hit something. He hit the something hard, and yelped with surprise and a bit of pain. His rump was throbbing.
After giving his bottom a few moments to stop hurting, Harry got to his feet and looked around. There was nothing. He was standing on nothing, and he had hit nothing. He looked up-and saw nothing.
Harry studied the nothingness-it wasn't dark, or light; black or white; the nothingness had no color and it had no shade. Harry looked down at his hand-his hand looked back at him. So he wasn't blind-that was a relief. But what was he? Or, where was he? How was he, who was he.....The questions seemed to go on and on in a continuous loop.
Harry decided he was bored, so he stared walking through the nothingness, in the opposite direction that the catipiller had gone. He walked and walked and walked, but got nowhere, just as if he were on a treadmill. He looked down. He wasn't on a treadmill, he was on nothing. Maybe thats why he wasn't getting anywhere, maybe there was nowhere to get.
Where had the catipiller gone? Could Harry follow?
NO
The word flashed in front of Harry, made of green, neon nothingness. Oh yeah, thats right, Harry thought, remembering he had fallen for a while after the catipiller had left. Well, maybe he could c limb back up....
NO
Oh yeah-there was only nothingness to hold onto. The nothingness was really starting to get on Harry's nerves-as well as the boredom. Okay, what could he do?
NOTHING
So Harry could do nothing? Fine, he thought and started walking again. If he could do nothing, then he would do nothing, and walking-in that place at least-was about as nothing as nothing could get.
Harry walked and walked and walked......he was still bored. He hated doing nothing! But he wasn't as badly bored.
STOP
The word appeared in front of Harry, so bright that it hurt his eyes. Harry stopped, and the word faded away. Harry took a step, and the word returned. He stopped, and "STOP" faded away.
Harry started walking. "STOP" blinked furiously in front of him, but Harry kept going. "Why?" Harry asked as he walked.
BECAUSE
Harry still didn't stop. "Because why?" He asked.
BECAUSE WE SAY SO
Harry paused, and the words faded out. He thought about that answer.....it was good enough for him, so he didn't start walking again. He turned around in a circle-nothingness in front of him; nothingness behind him; nothingness to his right; nothingness to his left. He looked up and saw nothingness abover him. He looked down and saw nothingness below him.
With a sigh, the famous wizard sat down on the nothingness below him-and to his surprise, started falling. He fell up, head first, through nothingness. Nothingness whipped his unmanagable hair in all directions, and made his robe flap quietly.
The fall up was long, and so Harry lay back on the nothingness-which made a comfortable bed, as it turned out-and let himself fall.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
Odd, oui?
Sorry about the ending, but I've got it all planned out and I know it will be too long to fit into one document-this seems like a better breaking point then most. The next piece will be out shortly. (I promise! And even shortly in the "NORMAL" sense of the word, not the Harmony-moi-sense........) Please review. =) Oh yeah, if you can think of a good name for this, tell me!
