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Malice Magic
By Demonabyss
Things had been tense in Hogwarts. Since the first day of school and his first "demonstrations" of his new abilities, people wisely kept their distance from Harry. In each of his classes he was excelling despite the fact that he was creeping everyone out. Due to Snape still "unavailable" to teach his classes, Professor Cheshire had volunteered to teach in his absence. Needless to say, Dumbledor was a little reluctant to allow him to do so, but he was the only one who was qualified to teach it. So things went on.
Harry walked to his next class, Defense Against the Dark Arts with Slytherin, by himself. Ron and Hermoine were both too weary of him, along with everyone else, to go near him, which was fine with him. They had no idea of what he had gone through, all because of a damn prophecy! To hell with destiny, his fate was his and his alone, and with Alice's help, he'd make sure it stayed that way. He had already delivered all of the pendants and very soon they'd start to take effect. He grinned to himself at the thought, causing the students around him to back away in fear.
The dark haired boy entered the classroom and found a place to sit. The students quickly found their places as Professor Cheshire entered the room. He was a tall thin man, in dark robes with a grin that was even more permanent as Snape's scowl. His dark gold eyes glittered at his students as they took their seats. "Now class, I am your new DADA teacher, Professor Cheshire. In my class, I want you students to speak your minds. If you have an idea of any sort, do not hesitate to speak it, for he who hesitates is lost. Now then would everyone please turn to the first page in your DADA book?" They all did so as everyone looked on confused. "Now then Miss Granger, would you please read the first couple lines out loud about defense against the Dark Arts?" he asked calmly.
"Defense against the Dark Arts is just that, defense and should only be used in case of emergencies. The Dark Arts should never be taught or used for any reason as they are forbidden," she read out loud proudly to which everyone grumbled.
The pale Professor nodded, his grin never leaving his face. "Good, now everyone, rip it out," he said calmly. Everyone looked up at him surprised. What did he just say?
"Pardon me Professor, but what did you say?" Miss Granger asked is if someone requested her to kill an innocent person.
"I said rip it out Miss Granger. Rip out that page. In fact, rip out the whole introductory chapter as well as the following two chapters on why and when to use defense against the dark arts and the dark arts themselves." At this point Hermoine was ready to have a heart attack. "Afterwards, the book will only be used as a vague reference from here on out, if at all. In this class, I will use the best teaching tool there is, experience. I will teach you how to think for yourselves and not rely on the same books and tactics as everyone else. Now if all of you would please rip out those pages, we will be using them for target practice," he said with a twisted glint in her eye. Harry was the first to do so, followed closely by Ron and Draco surprisingly and then everyone else. Hermoine was the last, doing it slowly and carefully, planning to repair the book later.
"Now then everyone, I'd ask you to get up and move all the desks to the side of the classroom, we won't be needing them," he said calmly. The class did so curious as to what this strange Professor would do next. "Now then, the first spell we will be learning is the same one Mr. Potter used to floor Mr. Malfoy earlier this week, the Zacare spell," he explained to which all the students', with the exception of Harry, eyes widened. "Now then, Mr. Longbottom, would mind coming here?" he asked kindly. Neville did so, intimidated by this new Professor. "Now everyone, for this spell we will not need our wands. Though you can use your wand to cast this spell, I am going to teach you how to do it so that you do not have to rely on something as stupid as apiece of wood to defend yourself. Unlike most spells and very much like most wandless magic, the Zacare spell is controlled by emotions. The more powerful the emotion, the stronger the spell, and the more draining it will be on you," he explained in a silky voice.
The teal haired man then walked up to Hermoine and snatched one of her book pages. After a quick muttering of a spell, the page became a paper bird that hovered in the air. A little motion of his hands and it was floating a decent distance away. "Now then, Mr. Longbottom, point your hand at the target." The accident-prone boy did so, nervous as hell. "Just relax dear boy, I'm not going to bit your head off if you don't get it the first try. Now then, try to blast the target using any emotion you wish."
"A…All right Professor," he said nervously. Raising his hand towards the paper bird he tried to gather an emotion that would work. "Zacare," he stated clearly. All he got was a few sparks shooting forward in his hand. All the Slytherins laughed, causing the boy to blush in embarrassment.
"Now, now class. Here, let's try something else. Close your eyes and keep your arm raised," the grinning man instructed. The boy did so as everyone watched. "Now, I want you to imagine the creature or person that frightens you the most." The boy shivered as he thought of Snape. "Now imagine that person taking away your friends, your family, everything you hold dear, gone, obliterated," he said in a dark voice as smooth as ice. A look of fear and rage crossed Neville's features as he did as told, imagining Snape taking away his Gryffindor friends and his family. "Focus on your feelings towards that person, how much you want to stop him, and get him back. Get him Neville, get him NOW!" he nearly yelled in the boy's ear.
"ZACARE!" the normally nervous boy screamed as loud as possible. A massive bolt of yellow lightning shot out of his arm, obliterating the paper bird … and the wall behind it … and the wall behind that and the wall behind that. Everyone minus Harry and the Professor stood dead stunned with their jaws open. Outside, Hagrid looked up startled when a section of the outside wall of the school blew up. After the lightning faded, Neville swayed a little before falling in a dead faint.
Professor Cheshire looked at the fainted boy then at the gaping hole that went through another classroom and through the hallway to the outside. "Well, nicely done. Ten points awarded to Gryffindor for a spell well done. Now, who's next?" he asked sweetly as everyone stared at him.
"Professor, what about Neville? He fainted," a younger student voiced.
"Oh he's fine, just used a little too much emotion and power. He'll wake up soon enough. Now, who wants to shoot a bolt of lightning from their fingertips and out the gaping hole next?" he asked in a mad cheerful voice. Needless to say, everyone raised his or her hands.
Snape watched the twisted scenery go by as he rode in the black carriage. The creature he had encountered, known as the White Rabbit, had come for him. The name of this place was Wonderland, though he wasn't sure that was an appropriate name for this chaotic land. She was known as the Red Queen had summoned him. Apparently she had brought him here, whomever she was and wherever here was.
This land was twisted beyond anything he had ever seen. So far he had seen a lush forest comparable to the Dark forest near Hogwarts, a molten wasteland that looked like it had been bombed repeatedly, a frozen cave that looked like the coldest patch of winter that had never seen spring, a garden far more massive and extravagant then anything humanly possible, towns of all shapes and sizes and styles from all over the world and then some, and all of this and more was mixed, fused, and twisted together in a harmony that was impossible for nature. To sum it up, it looked like someone had taken heaven and hell, stuffed them in a blender, hit puree, and this was the result.
Snape was scared. He wouldn't show it or admit it but he was scared. No wand, no idea of where he was or how he got here, and now he was meeting with the queen of this chaotic realm. The carriage stopped and he hesitantly got out. The White Rabbit stood in front of him, staring at him with his beady black eyes. Despite the fact that rabbits were vegetarians, Snape was sure this creature would kill and eat him the first chance it got. "Follow me Professor Snape, we mustn't be late," it said formally as it hopped away. Snape followed the creature at a safe distance as it led him to a large magnificent castle. The castle looked like the rest of the land except more compact and all the different styles seemed to meld together much more fluidly. The entrance of the castle is open and he goes in.
Left, right, right, left, right, and left, the rabbit led the greasy haired professor. Eventually they came to a large set of double doors. They were black with red painted symbols. Four of the symbols, Snape recognized as the suits for a deck of cards. The doors opened as the White Rabbit stepped aside. "You may enter sir, her Majesty is waiting for you," he said in calm but disturbing manner.
The Hogwarts Professor entered cautiously into what appeared to be a grand hall, even bigger then the one at Hogwarts. It was in black and white marble with red and gold accenting it in certain places and designs. Snape walked down the hall and past the massive pillars until he came to a large elegant table, in a design similar to everything else in this twisted place. There were three massive stained glass windows, one on each wall; all three were beautiful beyond compare with designs and colors unlike any the dark haired man had ever seen.
Standing in front of one of the windows was a young woman in an elegant black and red dress. She had long hair that was colored dark the like the night sky with a few small streaks of blood red in them. The woman slowly turns around to face the Professor. Snape gulped as he recognized the woman. She had pale skin and an elegant face, but the things that stood out most were her eyes. They were twin dark emeralds that shimmered with a power and madness that made Voldemort look like Lockhart. In that instant, Snape knew he was staring at not only the one who had ripped his mind apart, not only the ruler of this twisted land, but also the one whom Potter had been speaking of with such fondness. He knew that this was Alice.