Title: Wonderland

Pairing: HP/LV(TMR), HGRW, one-sided GWHP, one-side CCHP

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Wonderland

By: Sistersgrimmlover

Prologue

I wonder if I've been changed in the night?

Let me think.

Was I the same when I got up this morning?

I almost think I can remember feeling a little different.

But if I'm not the same, the next question is

'Who in the worldam I'

Ah, that's the great puzzle!

-Lewis Caroll, Alice in Wonderland

He falls as he sleeps, twisting and turning, falling and flying.

And he will not wake, he cannot wake, he shall not wake.

Not yet.

Not until he finds the surface again.

He will never find the surface again. Not yet, not yet, not until he lets himself find the surface. Not until he lets him wake, and will he ever allow this. Will he ever allow another day to the twisting nad turning, falling and flying, screaming and silent child. Not yet, not yet, not until times run out and it hasn't. It hasn't run out.

Not yet.

And so he is led down the Rabbit's Hole and reality and dreams become one and yet, remain two distant thing. So close, yet so far...so far...

The darkness swallows him whole and he knows not what he's supposed to do. Should he try and fly? It is his dream, after all.

Yet, it is not his dream and it will not be his dream and he cannot fly. Not yet anyway.

But, he wants to.

He wants to fly away from everything that comes crashing down around him and the things that follow him down the rabbit hole, where something waits for him. Something that he isn't entirely sure about.

"Late...late...we're very, very late."

He looks around, green eyes wide and he watches the streak of silver and pale yellow with an odd sort of confusion.

He realizes that he's speeding up and he's falling faster and faster.

And then...suddenly...he...STOPS.

And he stands there, staring around with those wide green eyes. Green eyes that portray innocence and beauty and pure good, even when he's been faced with the ugly things of the world of reality, the Otherworld, up and out this strange little rabbit hole that he's fallen down into.

This strange little rabbit hole that defied everything that is reality and complied with everything that was not. This strange little rabbit hole that had taken him from his Forsaken World that only delivered hurt and heartbreak to him, to the face of innocence.

It is said that all things truly wicked start from innocence.

And so those green eyes focused on a door, a small door, a small door that led from the Forsaken World, and he wanted to go, but he had to stay.

There was a key and he had none.

And he wished to cry, cry for this key, but he did not and so there was no Ocean of Tears to cross and there was no tea to be had and there was no madness to be seen nor heard nor found.

And so he was kept alone.

Alone in this limbo between his Forsaken World of Reality and this Mad World of Dreams.

Of things real yet not.

Of things not here nor nowhere, but there.

WHO AM I?

Words echoed through the small rabbit hole with the door and it boomed around him.

YOU Are my CHOSEN ONE. YOU...Are...ALICE...in...all his MADNESS.

And the words echoed back at him, so familiar, yet so foreign and he knew that it came from not there, but everywhere, wherever this everywhere was and he fell to his knees, silently pleading that he may enter this Mad World, for this world...any world would be better than the one that was already in ashes.

AM I ALICE IN ALL HIS MADNESS?

There was silence and those innocent eyes, innocence that led to madness and sadness and badness and that wickedness that we all crave to show but don't, looked up to the tiny little dot of light that was so far..so far...

And that voice answered.

NOT YET.