Hello everyone, here's Chapter Two. Hope you all enjoy it so far and once again, Harry Potter and all of its characters/Hogwarts belong to J.K. Rowling and Wonderland and all of its characters belong to Lewis Carroll. The story and turn of events are the only things I am responsible for. Oh and the colorful trees : )…I really like those. lol

Hermione awoke for the second time that day, although this time the knot in her stomach was gone. She opened her eyes lazily, feeling her eyelids were heavier than usual. As soon as she caught vision of her surroundings, her eyes opened wider. Hermione had woken up in the middle of a field surrounded by Willow trees. It wouldn't have been too strange if the willows weren't colored bright blue. She blinked a few times and rubbed her eyes, as if hoping the whole place would vanish and take her back to the grounds of Hogwarts. She looked down at her hands, realizing she was still holding the teacup. It was made of china and the outside was decorated with smaller versions of the willow trees around her. She nearly put her palm to her forehead when the realization hit her.

"Of course!" she assessed to herself, "The teacup is a portkey." As soon as the thought left her lips she heard a rustling sound near the trees. She whirled around to face the noise and inhaled a sharp breath as her hand instinctively reached for her wand. She relaxed her hand as she saw that it was simply the rabbit patronus sitting several feet away from her.

"Hermione Granger." A dreamy, crystal clear female voice came out of the patronus' mouth.

Hermione took a hesitant step forward. The voice sounded so familiar but she could not find it in her memories.

"You're a Patronus?" She demanded, "Who's casting you? Where are we? Why did you bring me here?"

"You're in Wonderland, Hermione," the rabbit said patiently, "and we need your help."

"My help?" Hermione replied incredulously, "You've brought me here with no explanation, or consideration for that matter, you have not told me who's patronus you are and yet you still expect me to help you?"

"Yes," The rabbit said, cocking its head to the side and looking quite amused. Hermione sighed, exasperated, but knew she could not say no. She was too curious and also had a deep need to solve problems, especially when they were not her own.

"Will you please tell me who's casting you, at least?" She asked once more.

The rabbit looked thoughtful.

"Eventually." It said finally.

"Fine, what's the problem then?"

Hermione sat down directly in front of the rabbit and let it come closer to her as it spoke of its dilemma.

"Wonderland," the rabbit started, "has always been a peaceful and joyful land. It has always been full of laughter and frolic and jest. The subjects here have never been violent or angry sorts, for they knew life to be short but full of happiness. The White Queen has governed this land for centuries, keeping it beautiful and blissful. Until years ago, that is. There was an ambush at a festival in the Westershin Gardens. The White Queen's hateful sister, the Queen of Hearts, has taken control of everything we've known and has turned it into a place of evil."

"I enjoy the irony." Hermione murmured to herself.

The rabbit raised its brow, "Yes, it's all in good fun to joke about a kingdom burning to the ground when its not your own and effects you not, isn't it?"

Hermione looked shocked. She hadn't meant to be insensitive and immediately felt ashamed.

"In any case, Wonderland has now been under the control of evil forces for five years and now that you're of age we're asking you to save us. Oh, and don't object before you've even heard the task. That would be dreadfully close minded," The creature stated as it saw the reluctance and confusion in the girls brown eyes, "come with me and you'll understand."

"Where to, might I ask?" Hermione inquired, snippily, as she got onto her feet, "or am I just never going to know destinations so long as I'm traveling with you?"

" I'm taking you to my friends, the Mad Hatter and the March Hare. They'll be able to explain what you must do far better than I can, and they'll also be wishing to meet you. Been talking non-stop about you since the plan was set, they have."

Goodness, Hermione thought to herself, mad hats and more rabbits? Maybe I never actually woke up this morning.

The two wandered through a cobblestone path in between the trees. Hermione was astonished to notice that the path was forming as they moved forward. The rocks were simply appearing in front of them, as if rising from the ground. Considering Hermione was a witch, she shouldn't have been very impressed by this magical occurrence, but nevertheless, magic of any sort never failed to please her intrigue.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of smashing china. They had arrived in at a cottage in the middle of the woods. The cottage was bright green with a roof made of straw, it seemed. As they rounded the corner of the house a long wooden table came into view. Hermione finally understood what the noise had been and she could not believe her eyes.

"Harry?" She exclaimed, "and Ron? How did you two get here, and why are you dressed so funny?"

The situation was quite unsettling to Hermione. Harry was wearing a navy blue suit and a large green top hat that had a note on it that read 10/6. Ron was not dressed much better, as he was wearing a red suit and had plastered two floppy ears to the sides of his head. Both boys looked up at her knowingly.

"About time you got here," Harry said.

"You've only kept us waiting for five years. Terribly rude." Ron mumbled before taking a sip of his drink.

Hermione was about to respond with a clever remark when she noticed Ron's face. His front two teeth were incredibly large and he had whiskers growing out of the sides of his face. Startled she looked to Harry for help and noticed he did not look like himself either. Harry's eyes were a lilac color instead of the green that Hermione had become so fond of. His hair was a blinding orange and his face was awfully pale.

"You- you're not," she stuttered.

The boy with the hat grinned excitedly and looked down at the patronus, "Well then, she figured it out much faster than you had given her credit for."

The rabbit snorted and hopped up on the table.

"It wasn't even my bloody idea to trick her, if you care to recall," it spoke as it poured itself a cup of tea.

"You know we had to. She needs someone to identify with so that she can take it all in." the boy replied, and then turned to Hermione. "I am the Mad Hatter and he is the March hare," he said pointing to himself and who she had thought to be Ron.

She nodded and then saw a flash of crimson scurry across the table.

"Is that," Hermione hesitated, "Ginny?"

The miniature Weasely girl stood up revealing whiskers as well and large mouse ears.

"I look like Ginny to you," the tiny creature squeaked, "in the hopes of making your experience easier but in truth they call me the Dormouse."

"What?" Hermione demanded, "make my experience easier? As if I'm just off on vacation? This is ridiculous." She was getting angry. "Why are you all someone I know one minute and then complete strangers the next? You all had better start talking this instance."

The girl had not meant it literally, she had simply wanted a bit of truth in her journey, but all at once the others started babbling. She tried to catch parts of they're conversations but it was unbearably conjumbled.

"I already told you what I was supposed to tell you—"

"You know, you don't have to shout. It hurts my ears—"

"I knew this was going to be difficult—"

"Would you like a cup of tea—"

"THAT'S QUITE ENOUGH!" Hermione shouted. They other four were silent at once.

"Now," Hermione said with great effort to be calm, "Mr. Hatter, could you please explain to me what I have to do?"

"You have to defeat the Queen of Hearts," he said obviously.

"Well, yes," the girl said, perplexed, "I'm aware of that. Could you please tell me how?"

"Oh," he sat and thought for what seemed like an eternity. Finally he turned to her and replied, "No."

Hermione's eyes grew wide with rage. The Hatter saw this and started back pedaling.

"I mean, no, I cant because you must figure it out on your own. If someone tells you the answers then it will be defeating the purpose of the Queen's defeat, most definitely. For instance," he smiled up at her, "do you have any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?"

She gave him an annoyed look and then looked down for a moment in thought. Then a smug look appeared on her face and she replied to him, "Because Edgar Allen Poe wrote on both."

She had said it as if the answer was completely obvious and the other four dropped their cups and stared at her with their mouths wide open. That was when the ruckus recommenced. The Hatter and The Hare started pelting each other with dishes and silverware once more, laughing hysterically all the while. Dormouse ran back under the pot she had been hiding under to avoid being smashed and Hermione sat in her chair, completely in shock. A saucer whizzed by her head and nearly cut her nose. Now she was angry. She jumped up from her chair and slammed both hands down on the table.

"Stop it!" she yelled. "You're both acting mad! I, for one, refuse to sit here and watch you be completely foolish and then still have the audacity to tell me that I have to do all the work. You're more like Ron and Harry than you know. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to find my way home."

Hermione turned to leave.

"Wait, what?" The Hatter asked worriedly, "you can't leave!"

Hermione turned back around, widening her eyes. She nearly laughed at his nerve, and replied, "Watch me."

She turned one final time and ran, before anyone could stop her, as fast as she could back towards the meadow where she arrived.

This is crazy, she thought as her feet treaded on the magical cobblestone, I have to get out of here. She slowed her speed to a walk when she was sure she wasn't being followed. That was when she took a good look around and realized she had no clue where she was. She had been sure that they had come this way. Hermione looked down at her otter charm and silently wished it to tell her which way to go. Almost as soon as she thought it, her necklace started burning and she felt the pull once more. Turning to her right and walking with the flow of the magic she felt an excitement. She was finally going back home. No more of this madness, no more rabbits or mice, just Ginny and Harry and Ron and her birthday party. The young girl could see the clearing just up ahead and nearly cried out in happiness.

Hermione started sprinting once more and didn't stop until she was in the middle of the field where the teacup was still sitting. She picked it up and…nothing. Hmm, she thought, why isn't it taking me back?

She heard the crunch of footsteps behind her and froze.

"Well, well, well," said a voice, "what do we have here?"

The callous voice sounded too familiar for her liking. Even before she turned around, the feeling in the bottom of her stomach was telling her she wouldn't like what she found. Still holding the teacup, Hermione slowly looked around. As she had suspected she was facing none other than the blonde annoyance that tormented her in the halls of Hogwarts. Wow, she thought to herself, he's even got the sneer and hatred in his eyes down perfect.

"Malfoy?" she asked, although as soon as she spoke it she knew she would be wrong.

The boy laughed darkly and replied, "Are you as stupid as you look, girl?"

His features then became clearer. He grew an inch and his hair and eyes were now black. The man was wearing a red robe and carried a sword. Hermione realized they were not alone as an army stepped out from behind the willow trees. The army was also dressed in red but as she looked closer she saw that they were paper-thin and made to look like playing cards.

She looked back up at the stranger, feeling suddenly defiant and upset.

"Who are you?" She demanded with a trace of hostility in her voice.

"Now, now," The man said coldly, "no need to be angry dear. We're not here to hurt you, unless of course there's something in it for us."

Hermione became rightly frightened as the card army moved closer. However, she sucked it up, lifted her chin, and said once more, "Tell me who you are, now."

She could see a degree of surprise on his face but it was quickly covered up with a look of repugnancy.

"They call me," he said calmly but with vigor, "The Knave."

Well there's chapter two. Sorry it took so long. Hope you guys enjoyed it and watch out for Chapter Three : )