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Malice Magic
By Demonabyss
Neville Longbottom was not known to be a confident boy nor was he a brave one despite being put in Gryffindor. However, the sight before him would be enough to disturb even the most hardened of Aurors. It was a forest, though that was stretching the term. It was more like a twisted complex of warped, trees, flowers, mushrooms, and all other types of plants. They were all types of colors and patterns, most of which didn't occur at all in nature! Hell, some of the plants were looking at him with strange eyes and some seemed to have teeth on them. There was no sunlight that he could see. There was only moonlight, the light given off by strange crystals sticking out of the ground, and by warped flowers that gave off neon colored light from all over the spectrum. There were also insects, just like they plants they were twisted as well. Butterflies that shimmered like jewels and spiders that looked like a miss-mashed pile of legs, they were all there. This place made the Dark Forest near Hogwarts seem like a common muggle park in comparison.
The frightened boy slowly made his way through the woods sure that someone or something was watching him. As he walked, he could hear a scratching sound as well as a strange thumping sound. Before he could do anything else, he heard a loud screech/roar. Neville turned to find a monstrous creature. It stood on two legs, had black reptilian skin, and moved like a bird. It had two arms with three claws each, a long thick tail, razor sharp teeth, and a long curved claw on each foot. Its feet, claws, the spines down its back to its tail, the inside of its mouth, and the outlines of its slanted eyes were all covered in fire. The burning raptor stared at the boy before screeching again. Neville turned and ran for his life.
The creature gave chase after the boy, ripping through the foliage in a burning fit. He could almost feel the creature's brimstone breath on his neck as he ran. He could practically feel the thing on top of him. The Gryffindor was scared out of his mind as he stumbled through the forest before coming to a sheer cliff. The boy barely stopped and turned to meet the creature. However, it never came. He could hear it in the forest, screeching and running towards him, however the thumping sound of it running stopped though the roaring continued. It sounded like the creature was struggling against something. It got quieter but soon died down to nothing. 'What the bloody hell was that?' Neville thought as he cautiously made his way back.
The boy walked back towards where he last heard the creature, his curiosity overcoming his fear. That was short lived. The path he was on suddenly disappeared and he fell. He screamed until he was caught by something. It felt like vines, silk, or something similar. Another scream erupted from his throat as he saw the creature from before. However, it was wrapped up in more of the material he was sitting in and wasn't moving. It was almost completely covered except for its eye and its neck. On its neck were holes, as if someone or something had bitten it. The Longbottom boy then felt the material he was sitting in move. He looked up at what was making the disturbance and instantly wished he didn't.
It was a spider, a really unusual, really large spider. It …she had the main body of a woman with six arms and a thorax attached at the base of her spine. In place of hands, she had three fingered razor sharp claws. Her legs and feet were identical to her arms. Her whole body was covered in fur-like fuzz, white on her chest and face and a midnight black on the rest of her body. She had four black eyes with red slits for irises arranged like a square and dark blood red spiked hair on her head. Neville could see fangs peeking out from her upper lip and large blood red mark on her thorax that was shaped like a jagged heart, both marking her as extremely deadly.
The creature came down with a dancer's grace and a gymnast's ease towards the boy. She looked at him oddly, as if never seeing a normal human before. It came forward and gently touched the boy's face while examining him. Neville was way beyond scared right now. He knew enough about spiders to know that any with red markings were usually extremely poisonous. Her claws trailed down his robes, barely touching him though he could tell they could easily rip through his flesh. "Who are you?" the female spider asked him in a raspy but gentle voice.
"N… Neville Longbottom ma'am," he stuttered politely, not wanting to anger this creature. The creature tilted her head in curiosity, as if hearing that name before. She shook her head for a moment before speaking.
"Do you know where you are Mr. Longbottom?" The boy shook his head, sweating like a pig from his nervousness. "You're in Wonderland, specifically near the Vale of Tears. Now, what happens to you all depends on whether you are good company or not. If you are good company, then you'll be fine, if not, you'll be dinner," she said simply with a fanged smile. "Would you like some tea and cake?" she asked pleasantly. Neville just gulped and nodded, praying to god that he'd get out of this alive.
Hermione Granger was considered a very intelligent and brave girl, but where she was now was unlike any place she had been before. It was a twisted library of sorts. It was huge and seemed ancient. There were massive holes in various sections of the building. They extended into a void where massive books were stacked like unstable towers. Above her, where the roof was mostly gone, was a crescent moon with two large stars in place, making it look like a face with an ungodly grin on it. 'Where am I? How did I get here?' the girl thought as she looked around. Looking towards the nearest selves, she read some the …unique titles it had.
"Traveling at the speed of darkness. A shadow's guide."
"An expert's guide to boojums, phantasmagoras, and other nightmare creatures."
"Chaos: Your closest friend."
"A Lost Art: Mastering Dementia and Insanity."
Hermione stopped looking at the titles. She could feel someone or something watching her. The wind suddenly picked up and the Gryffindor girl turned to see a whirlwind of books and paper. The paper merged together to form a main body while the books became a sort of armor. The body was of a 6-foot male human with the books acting as shoulder, chest, shin, and thigh armor. Its head was a human shaped globe of paper made in strips. The final strip settled where its eyes should be showing a black and white picture of a pair of eyes. Hermione was about to speak when it lifted its arm and the arm became a sword made of paper. It looked ready to strike but stopped. The girl stared at the creature, wondering what it was waiting for.
The girl slowly backed away, wondering what this thing was waiting for. However, the thing watched her with those paper eyes and followed her, keeping a within a few feet at all times and having the sword ready but it did not attack. 'What does it want with me? What is it waiting for?' she thought as she explored the library slowly with the paper creature close behind. She then came to a sign hung on the wall near a door.
"Skool Library. No talking. Violators will be severely punished."
'Well that explains my paper friend, but where am I?' she thought as she searched for an exit. She finally found one and left the library. The paper creature stopped at the door and did not continue to follow her. The girl let out a sigh of relief but it was short lived. She was standing in a twisted version of a hallway with strange diagrams of creatures and of the human head and brain, which distinctly pointed out the areas that controlled fear, anger, and what could be done to increase these aspects. As she walked through the corridors, she failed to notice a floating mouth behind her with the widest, most twisted grin a person could imagine with a pair of slanted cat eyes above it, watching her as she cautiously made her way through the Skool halls.
Draco Malfoy walked cautiously through the halls of the apparent asylum he was in. It was dank, dark, stank of chemicals and rotting flesh, blood and various fluids were on the floor, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching him other then those … things. He supposed they had been children at one time. Now they were so twisted and deformed it was hard to even look at them without becoming violently ill. Some had their brains showing, some had various pieces of metal in their heads, some had parts of their body replaced by machines, and all of them held a look of complete and lost madness in them. 'Good lord, how I ended up here?' he thought as he carefully made his way through the strange place. He soon came to a door at the end of the hallway that wasn't a cell door. He opened it and entered a lab … or a torture chamber, the boy couldn't tell which.
On the other side of the lab was an operating table and strapped to it was a dog, a golden retriever to be exact, at least Draco assumed that what it had been. The only thing showing it was a dog was its head, the rest of the creature was covered in thick twisted armor with wires, bolts, and metal spikes sticking out the back of its head. Before Draco could do anything else, the thing moved. The blonde backed away as the dog, using the term VERY loosely in this case, turned to look at him. It growled an empty, metallic sound as gears and motors could be heard moving from inside the thing. Its eyes replaced by dark, slanted lenses as it seemed to lock onto the boy. Draco backed up as the creature began to strain against its restraints. It continued to growl as one of the straps broke. Without his wand, Draco found this to be a good time to run like hell.
The Slytherin boy ran as he heard the creature's empty sounding howl far behind him in the halls. The boy ran, taking any path he could to get away from the creature. He slammed a pair of doors open and entered what looked to be a weapons room. Thinking quickly, he closed the door and lowered the brace. He could hear the metal dog on the other side, running into the door like a battering ram. The young wizard looked around for anything he could use to defend himself from that thing. The wooden brace started to crack and buckle under the force of the blows. Not knowing what to do, Draco grabbed the closest object, which was a long crooked piece of metal with a flared end and a strange wooden handle with a ring sticking out of it. He held the thing at the crook of the wooden piece, slipping one of his fingers through the ring. He absently felt a piece of metal that was loose but didn't think of it as the cyborg canine burst through the door, tearing it to pieces. It came right at Draco, snarling in rage. Scarred shitless as the creature pounced at him, the boy squeezed the weapon he held tightly, causing it to go off. A loud blast sound was heard as Draco was flung back by the force of the recoil. The dog had been hit at point blank range from the blast of the Blunderbuss, destroying it and sending its parts every which way. The boy just sat there, scared, stunned, and confused as his mind just coming to grips with what the hell just happened. He absently noticed that he was now covered in blood, oil, dog, and robot parts, but that was way in the back of his mind at the moment.
Alice just smiled as she watched the various students wander aimlessly through her land on special mirrors from her place in her Keep. That weather manipulation was only the key to the door. Once the door was opened, she had immediately infected each of them with a small bit of her power, dragging them to Wonderland. It would take time before they could be properly … instated as citizens of Wonderland. It had taken years for herself to be inducted. Of course, with Alice helping the process along it wouldn't take nearly as much time. She chuckled to herself and with a slight wave the scenes changed to the outside world, specifically focusing on Naomi and Axel. The Red Queen had wanted something … special for those two. Taking a sip of her Brimstone tea, though some might refer to it as liquid death, she smiled as she thought of what she could do to those two once she "invited" them to her humble home.