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Malice Magic

By Demonabyss

Snape was way past afraid. He had past afraid about 10 minutes ago, disturbed 30 minutes ago, and creeped out about an hour ago. He was now scared officially shitless from the power he felt. Even a magic dead muggle could feel the power coming off her in controlled waves, meaning she was only showing exactly as much power as she wanted. Also, despite her appearance, her eyes held an age that looked both out of place and perfect for her. Her smile was one of someone who had a nasty surprise waiting for you if you didn't do what they said. "Now then, you must be Professor Snape. I am the ruler of Wonderland, the Red Queen. My real name is Alice. Now then, have a seat as we have much to discuss," she said in a voice as sweet as candy laced with poison.

The greasy haired teacher cautiously sat down as the young woman in front of him did as well. "What do we need to discuss your Majesty?" he asked in a calm voice though inside he was shaking.

She chuckled lightly. "Please, the only ones who call me Majesty are Rabbit and the guards. I would prefer it if you referred to me as Alice. Now then, we need to discuss your alliance," she said calmly as she snapped her fingers. When she did, the center of the table rose to reveal a boiling teapot and two trays, both on mechanical legs. The pot poured into a cup on each tray and then the tray walked over to each of them.

"My alliance?" Snape said genuinely confused just before he absently took a sip of the drink. He immediately spit it out as it burned like nothing he had ever tasted before. It was like drinking pure liquid fire and not because it was physically hot. The mere taste of the stuff was like small syringe of adrenaline straight to his heart. "BY MERLIN! What is this stuff?" he cried out uncharacteristically as he tried in vain to get the taste off his tongue.

Alice casually looked up, slightly amused it seemed. "I'm sorry? I guess the tea doesn't agree with you," she said calmly as she took another sip of the potent drink.

"This is tea?" Snape asked astounded. Being the high-class wizard he was, he had tried his fair share of teas, but nothing like this stuff. Hell even the strongest alcohol would have a hard time competing with this stuff in regards to potency.

The dark haired girl smiled that disturbing smile again. "Oh yes, Brimstone tea, my personal favorite. Although I had it diluted a bit before I had it served to you. Usually I prefer it rather strong in comparison to its normal level. I guess it wasn't diluted enough, oh well," she said dismissively as she took another sip of the stuff.

Snape's eyes widened. 'This was diluted? I do not wish to try this stuff at full strength,' he thought as he set the cup down and away from him. "Now, you said I was brought here to discuss my alliance, with whom exactly?" he asked calmly.

"That is exactly the point Professor Snape. You see, Dumbledor thinks you are a spy for him while Voldemort believes you are a spy for him. Many others are not sure which side you are on. I wish to know for certain which side you are on by making you a member of my side," she said simply.

Snape raised an eyebrow though inside he was shaking with fear at what she might mean. "What exactly do you mean, your side?" he asked.

"Just what I said. You will work for me and Harry instead of either of those old coots," she explained simply.

"I will not work for you or Potter! What makes you think I would so anyway?" he half yelled, forgetting for a moment where he was and whom he was talking to.

She sipped the Brimstone tea again before answering. "Several reasons. One, Dumbledor is a manipulative bastard; two Voldemort is a psychopathic sadist; three you hate both of them; and four, what makes you think I'm giving you a choice in the matter?" she asked as a twisted little smile appeared on her face. She snapped her fingers and instantly, black chains similar to the ones that once held her in this realm. He was held fast, unable to do anything. "You'll see things my way soon enough. Have fun Professor," she said simply.

Behind him a portal opened. It was black and seemed to suck in all the light while emitting it's own corrupted light. Snape would swear for the rest of his life, if he retrained his mental capacity after this, that it was alive and looking at him like a piece of meat. It even seemed to growl and scream as the black chains dragged Snape towards it. Snape struggled, as his legs weren't chained to keep away from that portal. In front of him, Alice giggled as his worthless struggles amused her.

The twisted queen casually walked up and placed a hand on his chest. He looked up startled and stared right into her emerald eyes. What he saw there would chill him for the rest of his life. Alice smiled sweetly and pushed gently, though to Snape it felt like being punched in the chest by Hagrid. He flew backward and landed in the portal. It immediately erupted and covered him up, taking him to someplace else. The last thing he saw before it completely engulfed him was Alice smiling down at him in a way that scared him far more then when Voldemort smiled.

In the infirmary of Hogwarts where Snape's prone body lay, something weird was happening. Though no one noticed it, his dark mark was fading away. Actually, transmuting would be a more appropriate term. The skull with a snake in it was changing into a new tattoo. It changed into a jagged heart, like that of the meta-essence of Wonderland. It was colored blood red and through the center, as if piercing it, was a dark purple lightning bolt. The mark seemed to sizzle on his skin as it also cackled with tiny bolts of electricity. After a moment, it faded away, leaving nothing there at all.