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Malice Magic
By Demonabyss
Harry sat walked up to the train station with his things and a large grin on his face. After he had showed the Dursleys his Demon Dice, they had an instant change of heart. Actually, it was more like he and Dudley had switched roles. Now he was the pampered son and Dudley was the house elf. It was a rather pleasant change of pace in Harry's opinion, especially watching Dudley do all the chores that Harry used to do. They would do anything to convince him not to use the Demon Dice. Which he didn't while he was there anyway. Instead he had booby-trapped his room, if they went in, the dice fell and activated and well, you can guess the rest. He hadn't bothered writing to any of his "friends" knowing they wouldn't be of much help. It gave Harry more time to read and study the spells and material that Alice had been teaching him at night in his dreams even though time obeyed Alice in Wonderland. He could be there for years and wake up only an hour later.
The magic she had been teaching him was unique to say the least. Most of the spells he learned in school were mechanical. All you had to do was say a certain phrase and wave your wand a certain way and there you go. Alice's spells didn't require a wand. In place of the wand they required something more insubstantial, emotion. They required raw emotion to focus them. Harry usually used his rage and his growing madness to focus the spells, which worked quite well.
As he boarded the train, students stared at him, either not recognizing him or not believing it was him, he wasn't sure, and didn't care for that matter, which. He was a little bit taller now, just above 6 feet, as well as more muscular. A side of effect of the energies of Wonderland and Alice's training. He also no longer wore glasses, not needing them anymore, showing off his darker green eyes, another side effect. He had gotten a ponytail and had dyed his hair with streaks of dark red. He had done this mostly cause he wanted to change and have people stop seeing him as Harry The-Boy-Who-Lived and start seeing him as just Harry.
His aura was much different then before, twisted in both light and dark into something no one could identify. Everyone on the train felt it. It was worse then the dementors because at least with them you only felt like you'd never be happy again, but with Harry it was a massive mix. He made you feel paranoid, afraid, angry, sad, nervous, and excited all at once and at everything and nothing. He sat in an empty cabin since there were far less kids this year. Many parents had decided to take their kids out of school for fear of Voldemort getting them. "Idiots," Harry muttered to himself.
'Indeed. Everyone knows there is strength in numbers as well as trained Aurors there. Separated he'll just pick them off one by one. In any case, do you have any candidates for my new body?' Alice asked casually through their link. Though Harry had been to Wonderland every night as he slept since his first trip there, he had never actually met Alice face to face. He had no clue as to what she looked like and in turn she had no clue as to what he looked like either. It made things a little interesting.
'I have a couple in mind. Does age, body, or anything like that affect you?' he asked curiously. He had already had a few "volunteers" in mind for Alice but he wanted to pick the best one for her. No sense in doing a half ass job, especially with these sorts of circumstances.
Alice was silent for a moment before answering. 'Not the end result no. But it does affect how long the process will take. An older woman would take me a long time to regress and more power to the proper age before changing her into my form. A younger girl would be better since I'd only be speeding up what happens naturally anyway,' she answered calmly.
'Just out of curiosity, what happens to the mind of girl you take over and transform?' he asked as the train rode along. Knowing Alice, it wouldn't be pleasant.
Alice chuckled. 'They get a one-way trip to Wonderland and become a royal "guest" at my castle. I figure it's a nice way to make up for me "borrowing" their body she thought back with a Cheshire like grin. Harry just chuckled himself as the train rode along. It was nice having someone to talk to who didn't care about his fame like Ron or Hermoine did, even if she was just a voice in his head for the time being. He placed a pair of headphones and began to listen to some music. He had charmed it and a number of other muggle devices so that they'd work fine in the wizard world. Since Petunia and Vernon didn't want to tick him off, they had gotten these and a number of CDs for him. He smiled to him self this was going to be an interesting year.
Harry walked down the hallway towards the great hall. After avoiding all the Professors, Dumbledor, the Order, the Ministry, and his friends, he wanted to surprise the students of Hogwarts. He stopped outside of the doors since all the other students had gone in and the first years hadn't come yet. 'Let's see how everyone likes the new me,' he thought amused.
'Not like they have a choice, do they?' Alice replied with equal amusement. Harry just grinned like the Cheshire Cat; something he was doing quite often as he continued to accept his own madness.
He entered the hall and everyone turned to stare at him. Harry continued to wear this unsettling grin on his face. Everyone knew him to be in pain and anger, from the Dursleys, his godfather's death, Voldemort, and everything that had happened to him. So see him walk into the great hall, acting like he hadn't a care in the world was disturbing, especially to those who knew otherwise. Also the aura he was extruding was the same twisted one he had on the train and it was clearly bothering everyone here. He entered and sat down at his usual place at the Gryffindor table. Ron was the first to speak.
"Harry, you okay?" he asked tentatively, not quite believing this red and black haired boy to be his best friend.
Harry looked at Ron, the grin still on his face. "Never better Ron, why?" he asked casually. He also had a twinkle in his eye, but unlike Dumbledor's this one didn't inspire hope and a feeling things would turn out all right. Instead it inspired fear and the feeling of paranoia.
"Nothing mate. We were just worried when you didn't write to any of us," the red head said carefully. He could hardly believe this was Harry. He should be mourning his godfather Sirius, not grinning like he had won the Quidditch World Cup. And what happened to his glasses and his hair?
Harry just chuckled before answering. "Sorry about that Ron. I was too busy practicing," he answered.
Everyone looked at him oddly. Hermoine was the first to ask. "Practicing what?" she asked curiously as everyone waited for an answer.
"Magic," he answered as if it were the most obvious thing ever.
"How can you practice magic outside of Hogwarts without Dumbledor or the Ministry finding out?" asked Neville curiously.
Harry continued to grin. "Not all rules can be broken, but all can be bent. A new friend of mine found a way around that and has been teaching me some very … unique things," he answered cryptically. To Alice he asked, 'You wouldn't mind if I told them about you would you?'
Alice just chuckled back. 'Go ahead. They can't do anything to you anyway. Better to tell the truth and let others think you crazy then to lie and loose their trust. Or even better, do both,' she said in her usual strange manner.
"A way around the rules? Harry that's impossible," Hermoine immediately said.
"You wish," Harry muttered to himself and Alice, who snickered.
"So who's this new friend of yours?" Ginny asked curiously.
"Alice," Harry said simply.
"Who's Alice?" Ron asked surprised, as he didn't know any witches or wizards named Alice.
"My friend," Harry again responded simply.
"We know that, tell us more about her," Ron asked again.
"About who?" Harry asked, the grin still on his face.
"About Alice."
"What about Alice?"
"Who is she?"
"She who?"
"Alice!"
"What about Alice?"
"Is she your friend?" Ron asked trying to stop them from going in circles. Didn't work though.
"Yes."
"So she is your friend?"
"Is who my friend?" Harry asked again. Ron just screamed at that point causing the whole hall to stare at him as he banged his head against the table next to a grinning Harry. Everyone was staring at the boy as he chuckled at Ron's exasperation. Malfoy disturbed the silence that was thick in the air.
"Hey Potter what's with the hair? Did you brew a bad potion as usual or something?" he asked snidely to which many Slytherins laughed.
Harry just turned and grinned again. His twisted aura flared up as he did so, silencing the Slytherins and even making a couple of them gulp in worry. "No not at all Draco. It's called thinking for myself and it's rather neat. You should try it sometime; it would do you a world of good," he said in a perfect I'm-only-trying-to-help voice. Many laughed while the blonde boy in question fumed. "What's the matter? Finding it hard to think for your self without your lapdog father or his trainer Voldemort." Everyone in the Great Hall gasped and or flinched at his name.
"Potter, do not speak his name," Snape said from the Professor's table.
Harry turned and instead of grinning, he glared and his aura darkened at least several shades because of it. A few people gulped as a couple of teachers, including Dumbledor, could've sworn his eyes got darker. "Snape, grow up. How can any of you be so pathetic that you're afraid of a name? It's not like Moldy wart's going to appear if you say his name," he spoke clearly which everyone gasped.
'Moldy wart, that is most appropriate for the old fool. An old blemish that has become an annoyance,' Alice giggled lightly at the nickname. Harry gave the impression of a smile back at her, a genuine smile, one of his few. Alice always made him feel better and vice versa. In fact the two had gotten rather close, despite the fact that neither had seen the other face to face, so to speak.
Draco was now turning an interesting shade of purple out of rage at Harry's new nickname for the dark lord. He pulled out his wand and aimed it at Potter in rage. "Stupefy!" he called out the spell
At same moment as Draco launched the spell, Harry's hand shot up without his wand with only his pointer and middle fingers pointing at Draco. "Zacare!" he called. In a flash, white lighting poured from his arm, obliterating the oncoming spell and slamming into Slytherin boy hard. He was blasted into the brick wall and once Harry stopped his attack, Draco was stuck to the wall for a moment before he fell to the ground, his body arcing with electricity. His face his pure shock, no pun intended, while his clothes were fried and his hair was standing on end. Everyone was stunned silent until it was broken by the sound of laughter, Harry's laughter. "Well, that was entertaining but I think I'll retire for the evening. Good night Ron, Hermoine, Ginny," Harry said simply as if nothing had happened at all.
They all stared at the Boy-Who-Lived as he walked out of the Great Hall. Everyone was stunned at what just happened. He had made fun of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, talked back to Snape, blown away Draco as if he were nothing, used some strange wand-less magic, and had acted like nothing was wrong at all. All this did was cause everyone in the Great Hall to worry both about Harry and about his or her future against Voldemort.
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AN: So who should Harry use for Alice's new body? I'm taking suggestions. Also, if anyone has any ideas of where I should go with this I would be glad to hear them cause I'm not sure myself. Any reviews welcome. Thanks.