This makes my 60th fanfic :D
I have been planning to write a Peter x Alice fanfiction for so long, but they're my OTP so I had been worried to ruin it. Alas, I'm leaving my worries to take up the challenge, and found the most interesting sequences and universe my mind is capable of. Thus, please enjoy the read, and...
Review, and I'll give your your Hogwarts Invitation Letter. Yes, you're capable of magic. Yes, I have been holding onto your invitation letter. What's that? Yes, I've been holding onto the letter so that you will review this story to get it...I know, I'm horrible. Oh look, a Doxy.
And so it begins...!
This Monster Within Me
June 19th 2015
by Elise the Writing Desk, Characters by QuinRose and J.K. Rowling
"Appearances rarely share the whole truth."—Pride, Fullmetal Alchemist, Hiromu Arakawa.
The wind was blowing differently—they were on top of a very tall building—and the stars seemed bigger than usual. Alice Liddell had to put her hands on each sides of her head in other to keep her hair from being messed up by the wind. She walked to the edge of the rooftop to see the crowded highway below.
"Peter, did we just apparate to New York?" Alice deadpanned whilst pointing with her thumb at the Lady Liberty miles away in the background.
The albino she was asking pulled out his smartphone and checked his GPS. He nodded with a solemn smile.
"That, we did," Peter walked to stand by her side, and she turned to the view once again, letting out a sigh. He chuckled and patted her head. "Well, at least those aurors would never know who's using that cellar."
Alice didn't seem relieved about that, crossing her arms. Peter smiled wryly, reading her as usual.
"No one else but Nicolas Flamel, and perhaps, Albus Dumbledore would have known the process of creating the stone, Alice. They wouldn't understand whatever we left in that cellar, and they wouldn't be able to read any of our notes." He assured.
"I am not worried about that," Alice finally confessed, a dark look on her face. "I've been wondering if this is the right thing to do...Creating the Philosoper's Stone. I also had been wondering if I could. Or, if there's another way..."
Peter noticed her worried glance. She turned away quickly, as if forcing herself to hold everything together—as they've gone this far. Being only fifteen and faced with the threat of imprisonment in Azkaban, they had no other choice but to continue their plan to the end. Peter didn't do much, but he had made up his mind. He gently took her hand and squeezed, smiling at her reassuringly.
"It doesn't matter if you want to give it up or continue, Alice," he kissed her knuckles, his smile was sincere. "The only thing matters to me is to stay by your side, no matter what happens. So..." he drew out his rowan wand and raised it to call his broom from across the continent. They were not supposed to apparate, after all—they were way underaged, and if they didn't escape the vicinity, the officials would most likely find them for their unlawful apparate.
"I will never let you be alone. So...there's nothing to fear,"
Alice never doubt him for a second.
Sadly, she merely noticed the surface of his feelings. That, or Peter's feelings for her were much too deeper than anyone could've understood. And in the bottom of that depth...
Was a deadly monster compiled of the seven deadly sins. Waiting to trap her.