I. Down the Rabbit Hole

Professor Trelawney's voice was softer than he remembered; it was almost like a bird's song, like a lullaby sang just for him.

Maybe it had to do with all the incense light up there and the lack of ventilation, or with Ron snoring boldly right next to him, but he was feeling quite drowsy.

What was the class about again?

"Open your third eyed my children, wide your horizons and find the answer" She said, moving her hands hypnotically.

Open his third eye. By that moment his first two were already closed. And he was heading right away to Dreamland...

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How long has it been?

Harry woke up abruptly when his subconscious realized he was not hearing anything, not Trelawney's lullaby-like voice, not Ron's snores.

The sun was now in its highest peak and the light would be hitting him right in the face if it wasn't for the pink curtains. He readjusted his glasses in his ears -he didn't want to know how they managed to rest in his right cheek- and tried to focus with the brightness.

No one was left in the room -not even Ron- and the incense was almost over, freeing thin smoke threads to the atmosphere...

'Man, I did fell asleep. Shit'

Potions was his next class and he was running late. How late? He didn't know but it didn't matter: Snape would kill him anyway, whereas it was five or twenty minutes.

As soon as that thought hit him, Harry started to pack his things in a rush and with such disorder he heard a bottle of ink crack when his book 'Unfogging the Future' felt on it. Some inked ruined books was the minor of his problems right now.

Harry ran out of the classroom with his bag dripping ink and jumped in two the stairs of the tower, cursing under his breath. He had to get to the dungeons now.

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He was close, fourth floor. Luckily, the stairs weren't moving and they seemed to be in the perfect position to get to the dungeons f... He talked too fast.

'Dammit'

Just when he was coming down to the third floor, the stair he was in started to move in a totally different direction. Harry growled and began to tap his fingers on the handrail annoyed and frustrated.

"I'm running late… Oh Merlin, I'm running late... It's not possible... What am I going to do?... I'm running late…"

That wasn't him.

He looked up and saw Hermione coming out of a corridor, murmuring incoherencies while looking down at a watch. She didn't seem notice Harry's presence or even hear him say 'Hey Hermione'.

She was lost in her own thoughts while she turned into another hall. He watched her leave with a worried and surprised expression in his eyes.

When did Hermione get a pocket watch?

Then Harry realized something even more important and quite alarming. It was the third floor. The right side of the third floor's corridor. Fluffy's corridor.

Screw Snape, he had to warn Hermione.

The moment the stairs stopped moving, Harry ran as fast as he could in Hermione's direction calling out her name.

How could she forget about Fluffy?

He kept running, fearing the worst.

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The door at the end of the hall was wide open. Fluffy's door was wide open.

Gathering all the courage that made him belong to Gryffindor, he entered the room, wand in hand, ready to fight anything that may come in order to save Hermione.

And there it was, the almighty hellhound, with its three intimidating heads and big powerful paws, with its sharp pointy teeth and claws strong enough to rip off a grown man's arm… doodling all over the floor and with a pink ribbon around it's neck.

Uh?

Apparently, it felt into a deep sleep. Harry looked around and found the culprit: An old radio playing a muggle song. Hermione was the one adjusting the frequency.

He sighed in relief lowering his guard. She was ok.

But she hadn't have notice him yet. When she did, she gasped and pointed her wand towards him.

"Who are you? Are you a spy?" Her legs where weakening and her voice was trembling though she was trying to sound authoritarian. The grip of her wand was loose and her hand was shaking.

Since when Hermione was afraid of anything?

"Hermione it's me, Harry" He reached out to touch her hand but she flicked and backed off.

Why was she so scared of him but not of Fluffy?

Then it happened. The watch in Hermione's pocket gave such a horrendous sound, like the song of an augurey. Harry had to cover his ears to not listen. Hermione took it away and stroked it to shut it up.

She looked up at Harry with a terrified expression.

"I'm late" She said before disappearing in her own clothes.

Harry was shocked. Hermione was gone, right in front his eyes.

He was processing what he had just seen when a white rabbit came in between his friend's cloak.

The rabbit passed him long and bounced its way to the other side of the room. To a trap door which used to be under one of Fluffy's paws.

"I'm late. I'm late. I'm late..." Repeated the white rabbit bouncing.

"Hermione?" Asked Harry confused.

The rabbit stopped its way into the trap door to give Harry and angry glare. Then it vanished through the hole.

Harry didn't think twice to follow Hermione down there.

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(This is what happens after you watch for the fifth time Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland while reading Harry Potter fanfiction)

I'm more of a drama/tragedy writer so I'm doing my best with comedy… My plan is to update daily or every two days, depends on how busy I am.

Well, English is not my mother language and I tend to mix American and British a lot, so if anyone notices any grammar, spelling mistake I'll be thankful if you let me know.

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