Disclaimer: Nope, checked my pockets and I don't own the rights to either Alice
or the HP world. Dang.
Summary: Yes folks, Harry is kind of dark and scary in this. And yes, he is going to be slightly mad :P Those of you who have played American McGee's Alice should know that its not fluffy bunnies and tea cakes. Nuff Said.
AN: We are going to skip over the parts in Wonderland. They are boring filler and will be told in flashbacks anyway.
Chapter 1: Some Filler Before the Opera
Meet Harry Potter. To all appearances, he looks like an ordinary muggle boy, one who is dressed in really crappy hand-me-down clothes. He has messy black hair and green eyes. Oh, and he also wears glasses. Just looks like your ordinary, typical muggle.
Wrong. Harry Potter is a wizard. In certain quarters, he's refered to as "The-Boy-Who-Lived". Come on, who makes up these silly names anyway? Many times however, Harry wishes he was just an ordinary wizard. After all, whats wrong with ordinary. Absolutley nothing.
Harry was angry. He hadn't recieved one letter from his friends since he returned home. Doesn't that just suck? You go through all of that bad mess at the end of the Tri-Wizard tournement, and everyone knows that you are having a bad time, but does anyone write? Nope. And to top it off, he has chores to do and lives with the muggleiest of all muggles, the Dursleys. ICK! These people give the whole human race a bad name. Harry is a soon to be fifth year ssmilingtudent at Hogwarts. If Harry doesn't die of boredom first. Hah! Fat chance of that happening. After all, Harry is about to get a very interesting vistor in his life soon. Right about now.
Harry's eyes just about popped out of their sockets. Standing in front of him was a large mangy grey cat. Boney, covered in tattoos, huge paws and an earing. And the dang thing was SMILING at him. Not only that, it actually started talking to him
"Harry Evans Potter. Its about time we met. Unfortunately, it should have been under more favorable circumstances, but you know, with times the way they are..."
"Um, who are you?"
The cat swished its tail.
"I am The Cheshire Cat."
"Isn't that just in books? I mean, it doesn't really exsist."
"No. Your ancestor was a woman by the name of Alice. The Alice in the book, that I'm sure you are aware of. Wonderland is real, and you are the only protector it has left, Harry. There is so much to do, and yet not enough time to do it."
The floor beneith Harry's feet began to ripple. The world spun and turned dark, as Harry disappeared from the real world. The world solidified and Harry found himself standing in the mines of Wonderland.
Meanwhile....
Alarms rang and sounded in the headquarters of the Order of the Pheonix. Alarms that ment Harry Potter had gone missing by magical means. Within seconds, a group of wizards headed to 4 Privit Drive to find out what had happened. When they arrived, number 4 looked perfectly ordinary. All lights were off, like everyone had gone to bed. Remus Lupin walked up to the back door.
"Alohamora"
It opened with a click.
"Which room is Harry's?"
Fred (or was it George) crept up the stairs to Harry's room. A systematic search of the house turned up nothing whatsover. Not a trace of spells used, nor any risidual from a portkey. It was like he just vanished into thin air. Dumbledore was not going to be relieved.
2 Days latter
Dementors had attacked 4 Privit Drive. Two dementors had come and given the kiss to Dudley Dursley. Talk about ew! Maximum soul suckage.
Fortunately, this exposed a woman by the name of Delores Umbridge. Unfortunately the press was having a field day about a missing Potter. Still nobody could find him. Any owls sent were sent back unopened. People began to fear. Fear that the boy had been right. Voldemort was back.
The general population of the wizarding world weren't the only ones bugged by his disappearance. Voldemort couldn't locate the meddlesome brat any better then the minstry could. It was almost like someone else was hiding him. Or something.
Meanwhile back at 4 Privit Drive....
A boy dropped down out of the mirror and into his bedroom. His messy hair, while longer, was still black. Glasses no longer hid the green eyes from view, and there was something like a hint of maddness to them, like the abyss had finally started to stare back.
Summary: Yes folks, Harry is kind of dark and scary in this. And yes, he is going to be slightly mad :P Those of you who have played American McGee's Alice should know that its not fluffy bunnies and tea cakes. Nuff Said.
AN: We are going to skip over the parts in Wonderland. They are boring filler and will be told in flashbacks anyway.
Chapter 1: Some Filler Before the Opera
Meet Harry Potter. To all appearances, he looks like an ordinary muggle boy, one who is dressed in really crappy hand-me-down clothes. He has messy black hair and green eyes. Oh, and he also wears glasses. Just looks like your ordinary, typical muggle.
Wrong. Harry Potter is a wizard. In certain quarters, he's refered to as "The-Boy-Who-Lived". Come on, who makes up these silly names anyway? Many times however, Harry wishes he was just an ordinary wizard. After all, whats wrong with ordinary. Absolutley nothing.
Harry was angry. He hadn't recieved one letter from his friends since he returned home. Doesn't that just suck? You go through all of that bad mess at the end of the Tri-Wizard tournement, and everyone knows that you are having a bad time, but does anyone write? Nope. And to top it off, he has chores to do and lives with the muggleiest of all muggles, the Dursleys. ICK! These people give the whole human race a bad name. Harry is a soon to be fifth year ssmilingtudent at Hogwarts. If Harry doesn't die of boredom first. Hah! Fat chance of that happening. After all, Harry is about to get a very interesting vistor in his life soon. Right about now.
Harry's eyes just about popped out of their sockets. Standing in front of him was a large mangy grey cat. Boney, covered in tattoos, huge paws and an earing. And the dang thing was SMILING at him. Not only that, it actually started talking to him
"Harry Evans Potter. Its about time we met. Unfortunately, it should have been under more favorable circumstances, but you know, with times the way they are..."
"Um, who are you?"
The cat swished its tail.
"I am The Cheshire Cat."
"Isn't that just in books? I mean, it doesn't really exsist."
"No. Your ancestor was a woman by the name of Alice. The Alice in the book, that I'm sure you are aware of. Wonderland is real, and you are the only protector it has left, Harry. There is so much to do, and yet not enough time to do it."
The floor beneith Harry's feet began to ripple. The world spun and turned dark, as Harry disappeared from the real world. The world solidified and Harry found himself standing in the mines of Wonderland.
Meanwhile....
Alarms rang and sounded in the headquarters of the Order of the Pheonix. Alarms that ment Harry Potter had gone missing by magical means. Within seconds, a group of wizards headed to 4 Privit Drive to find out what had happened. When they arrived, number 4 looked perfectly ordinary. All lights were off, like everyone had gone to bed. Remus Lupin walked up to the back door.
"Alohamora"
It opened with a click.
"Which room is Harry's?"
Fred (or was it George) crept up the stairs to Harry's room. A systematic search of the house turned up nothing whatsover. Not a trace of spells used, nor any risidual from a portkey. It was like he just vanished into thin air. Dumbledore was not going to be relieved.
2 Days latter
Dementors had attacked 4 Privit Drive. Two dementors had come and given the kiss to Dudley Dursley. Talk about ew! Maximum soul suckage.
Fortunately, this exposed a woman by the name of Delores Umbridge. Unfortunately the press was having a field day about a missing Potter. Still nobody could find him. Any owls sent were sent back unopened. People began to fear. Fear that the boy had been right. Voldemort was back.
The general population of the wizarding world weren't the only ones bugged by his disappearance. Voldemort couldn't locate the meddlesome brat any better then the minstry could. It was almost like someone else was hiding him. Or something.
Meanwhile back at 4 Privit Drive....
A boy dropped down out of the mirror and into his bedroom. His messy hair, while longer, was still black. Glasses no longer hid the green eyes from view, and there was something like a hint of maddness to them, like the abyss had finally started to stare back.