Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Alice in Wonder , 2010.

'Thoughts'

Parseltongue

Down the Rabbit Hole

Harry woke the next morning and just laid there. A few days ago his name had been called after the Goblet of Fire spit out the piece of paper with his name written on it. After that his time at school had gone downhill.

The dark haired wizard hadn't even put his name into the cup. He had no idea who did or why they did it. No one, not even his two supposed best friends believed him. They all believed he had entered and managed to get his name called. It really hurt that no one believed him. What hurt the most was Ron and Hermione. Not only did they not believe him but they turned their backs on him. They wouldn't even listen to him when he tried to provide evidence to prove his innocence.

Ron loudly talked about him. He would call him a liar and an attention seeker. He would try to prank him as well as trip him whenever he was near Harry. Hermione refused to talk to him after she had told him off. She called him a liar and an attention seeking whore. She told him he was a disappointment before telling him how he disappointed his parents and how they must be rolling in their graves. She then went on to tell him how she wished they never saved him that night they were attacked by the dark lord.

Ron and Hermione weren't the only ones bullying him. Almost every student he ran into bullied him. Heck the teachers bullied him as well. The black haired teen was finding it hard to handle. He had no support and someone always seemed to find where he was hiding. It was terrible. He felt close to either breaking or snapping.

At the moment Harry was in the library. He was trying to learn as many spells as he could. He wanted to survive, to stay alive. That was his goal, not winning. He could care less if he won. He was fourteen and competing against seventeen year olds. If he won it would be sheer dumb luck.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is, an attention seeking whore." Malfoy sneered as he walked up to him.

"Go away Malfoy." Harry said, tiredly.

"I don't think I want to." He said.

"Fine." Harry packed up and went to leave only to turn and look at the blonde. "Just be careful. One day something like this may happen to you. You may get entered into a tournament that could kill you and everyone believes you somehow managed to bewitch an ancient magical artifact despite the fact you didn't. Those who you thought were friends might turn on you. Then you will know what it's like to be alone." He left after that.

Harry goes to the Black Lake. He didn't care what Malfoy's reaction to what he said was. He just wanted to be away from people. He knew that at this time Krum would be at the quidditch pitch running. Diggory would be in the courtyard hanging out with his friends and Delacour would be walking around the castle. Most students would be split between the three. It meant that he should be alone for a bit.

Once he was at the lake he looked around. The black haired teen wanted to find a spot that would hide him if someone did come down there. Harry found a tree that seemed perfect. He set his things down and sat down.

"Ah!"

Harry had sat down on top of an unseen rabbit hole. The hole was large enough for him to fall through. To his shock he continued to fall. There seemed to be different things falling as well. The dresser, bed, and bookcase shocked him. Eventually he stopped falling.

"Whoa!" He heard a male voice say before he landed on the ground, hard.

"Ouch!" Harry groaned.

"Oh my! Are you okay?" The voice from a few seconds ago asked.

"Yeah." He said before looking at the source of the voice.

Next to him was an orange/red haired teen. He was laying on the ground and looked to be around the same age as him. He had pale skin and green eyes. His wasn't an emerald green color like his own. No, the other teen's eyes were more of a lime green. Around his eyes were a dusty pink. His clothes consisted of a brown jacket that went to his knees, a purple pair of pants, a beige shirt, purple bowtie, and brown shoes.

"I'm Tarrant Hightopp." The teen introduced.

"Harry Potter."

Everyone looked at him in shock. It wasn't every day a teen fell out of the sky and almost landed on one of them. Tarrant had moved out of the way just in time. It was odd, even by their standards.

Tarrant's mum looked the teen over. His hair was black, like a raven's feather. It was unruly and seemed to defy gravity. His skin was a shade or two darker than her son's. He had a scar over his left eye that was in the shape of a lightning bolt. His eyes were a bright emerald green. His clothes were baggy. He looked to be making himself smaller and was very skinny. Not a natural skinny but one that came from being starved. His pant leg was near his knee and revealed a very scarred leg. She knew he was abused.

She walked over to him. He looked at her as she put her hand to his face. She cupped it and looked into his eyes.

"You poor thing. You haven't been taken care of, have you?" She asked.

"No." He answered truthfully. He was going to lie but something in her eyes stopped him.

"Then you'll live with us." She decided.

"What?" He looked shocked and he wasn't the only one.

"You will live with us and we'll take care of you." She said.

"Okay." He passed out a second later.