|Madness Takes All Kinds
Author: Laurelli PM
Wonderland has lain undisturbed since the death of Alice Liddell in 1930. But now a girl has been born into the Potter family who looks eerily like her. What relation does she have to Alice? FemHarry, Alice: Madness Returns crossover, full summary insideRated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Supernatural - Harry P. - Chapters: 7 - Words: 21,679 - Reviews: 87 - Favs: 267 - Follows: 291 - Updated: 07-15-11 - Published: 07-08-11 - id: 7158399
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Summary: Wonderland has lain undisturbed since the death of Alice Liddell in 1930exactly 55years after the events revolving around the mysterious character known as the Dollmaker. No one was quite sure what happened to her, as she had disappeared from the public's view some years beforehand. But now, Wonderland has been discovered once more. Who is this girl that looks so much like the late Alice Liddell?
Warning: Female Harry, Alice: Madness Returns crossover and spoilers. If you don't like it, go away. I merely laugh at flames.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Alice in Wonderland, American McGee's Alice: Madness Returns, or any other recognisable features. Well, maybe. I have written stories before, so I do have my own stuff to work with as well.
James looked down at his baby girl, cooing and smiling. Large green eyes blinked up at him and his daughter gurgled.
"James, stop playing with her and let her sleep!" Lily scolded and he jumped guiltily, flashing a sheepish grin over his shoulder at his red headed wife.
"Sorry, darl." He cooed once more and smoothed Hari's blanket, before gently planting a kiss on her forehead. He wiggled his fingers as he backed out of the dim room and gently closed the door slightly.
Lily smiled up at him, and he grinned before wrapping his arms around her waist. She placed her warm hands on his chest and gave a lopsided grin.
"Who would have thought that you were the mother hen, James?" She asked, and he chuckled back.
"Certainly not you." He said. Lily chuckled along with him until he swooped down, planting a kiss firmly on her mouth. She melted into it for a moment before pulling away.
"We have housework to do, and you know that if it isn't done now it won't ever get done." She told him, giving him a small peck and a smile when he pouted. "Come on, it'll be done before you know it."
"Alright, alright…" James muttered, reluctantly letting her go. He watched her hips sway for a moment as she walked away and listened to the sound of Hari's gentle breathing before following her.
He was in the lounge picking up toys from earlier that evening when he felt the tingle. His head snapped up as a dark presence seemed to fill the air, and the rustle of cloth over the stone pathway told him what was happening.
"Lily! Someone's found us – get Hari and go! I'll meet you at the safe house!" He yelled, pulling his wand from the pocket of his jeans. Lily appeared in the doorway to the kitchen for a moment, the light shining from behind her hair making her look like an angel in his eyes, before she bolted for the stairs, taking them two at a time.
The door blasted in suddenly and he barely managed to doge out of the way. Before him, framed by the wooden doorway and wearing a heavy black cloak, was a man he'd hoped to never see. Voldemort.
Voldemort was quick to attack, taking advantage of the fact that it was nearly midnight on Halloween, one of the optimum times to cast Dark Magic. James fired back, but his blasting hexes and cutting curses weren't hitting the man.
Underneath his hood, Voldemort smirked.
Lily gathered Hari into her arms hurriedly, quickly wrapping her child's blanket securely around her to keep her warm. She twisted on her heel in an attempt to Apparate, but gave up that idea when the feeling of wind being blown through a tunnel blasted her. She quickly recognised the feel of Apparition wards, and clutched at a golden chain around her neck.
"Fudgemonkeys!" She shouted. The feeling of a giant hand pressed down upon her suddenly and she staggered before letting go of the Portkey.
Lily felt her feet go cold as she realised what had happened. Someone had obviously prepared for this attack and had gotten Peter to tell them where they were. Then they had erected anti-Apparation and anti-Portkey wards around the place.
She turned on her heel and ran from Hari's room and ducked into James's study, where a large fireplace took up the rear wall. Hanging in a pot beside the fireplace was a small pot of green powder, and she grabbed a handful before stepping into the hearth.
"Potter Mansion!" She yelled, throwing the Floo Powder at her feet. The green flames flared for a second before dying, and she wailed slightly. "No, no, no! This can't be happening!"
She stumbled from the fireplace and slumped into James's chair, quickly comforting Hari. The child had been woken when she had first pulled her from the crib and was now crying softly and fretting, as though picking up on Lily's distress.
"Oh, my darling. Don't cry! Hush, mummy's got you, sweetie." She cooed, glancing around the dark room.
Suddenly, the sounds of James and their unknown assailant stopped, and she froze, straining to hear what was happening downstairs. She heard footsteps on the stairs and cloth rustled on the carpet, before a door creaked open.
"Where are you, little Mudblood." A hissing voice called out her, almost singing, and her blood froze as all colour drained from her face. "Come out, come out, wherever you are. The Dark Lord doesn't feel like playing right now."
Hari fidgeted in her arms and she stuck the tip of a finger in the baby's mouth to keep her quiet as she slid to the floor, hiding under the desk. Voldemort was standing just down the hallway from her, checking each room, and she had no way to escape.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God." She muttered frantically, rocking slightly with fear.
All sound in the house stopped and all Lily could hear was her own fast breaths and hari contentedly sucking her finger as she settled back into sleep. She stayed where she was, not daring to move in case it was a trick to get her to come out of hiding.
"Found you. Avada Kedavra." A voice hissed from over her shoulder, and she barely had time to glance up at the glowing red eyes before green filled her vision.
Voldemort looked down at the dead witch with content before focusing on the small child held in her arms. The child's appearance shifted and blurred, as though trying to make sure he never got to see what it looked like, but he didn't really care. He levelled his wand at it, long pale finger clutching the yew shaft firmly before whispering those words again.
In front of the child, something shifted, and he found himself staring into a pair of yellow eyes that faded again before the bright green curse hit the only visible part of the child, its forehead.
The head lifted slightly and bright green eyes stared up at him for a second before a green light flashed again and he felt pain. His body burned and his veins froze as his skin stretched apart. His flesh tore suddenly and he screamed in agony as his body started disintegrating and melting at the same time. The light grew blindingly bright as his body finally disappeared, and Voldemort's spirit was blasted away.
Albus Dumbledore wasn't a fool. He could feel the powerful magic that surrounded the young child he held in his arms, something dark and something other as well as the lingering touch of protection spells cast by his parents, Lily and James. He pulled on these spells now, winding them about the large, average house that looked just like the others in the street even as he spoke to Minerva and Hagrid. His wand was spun discreetly under his sleeve as he wound the enchantments and attached them to the inhabitants of Number Four, Privet Drive.
"Well, that's that." He stated as he gently lay the boy on the doorstep and tucked an envelope into his blanket. "We've no more business staying here. We may as well go on and join the celebrations."
Hagrid and Professor McGonagall made assenting noises and disappeared reluctantly, leaving Dumbledore standing in the dark street. He stared at the bundle for a moment longer, trying to figure out what the feeling of the strange magic was, before sighing. It must be the power the prophecy was speaking of.
"Good luck, Harry." He murmured softly.
AN: Another story. Yep. And I don't know when inspiration will hit, so yeah. It's just like my other stories, really…
The name Hari is both a boys name and a girls name. Depending on its origin depends on the meaning. If it is a Sanskrit name, it means 'a colour'. If it is a Maori name, it means 'joy, happiness'. I'll leave it up to you to decide which meaning it has.
How is it possible for Hari to be female and not have everyone know the child's gender? A few points to consider these:
Lily and James never told anyone what gender she was, merely referring to her as 'Hari', 'our child', 'my baby'. Since the name Hari sounds quite a bit like Harry, everyone just kind of assumed.
A complex series of spells set to defend their child. Lily was a Charms genius apparently, so she might have known a few to obscure the physical looks of Hari to anyone who hadn't been keyed in, thereby allowing people to see the Potters out with their child, but not allowing them to know that Hari is female or if she has a mole on her left temple and crooked teeth.
Sheer stupidity and ignorance. People are stupid and quite often see what they want to see. Besides which, young girls with short hair look a lot like young boys with short hair. I would know. When I was eight, my best friend thought I was a guy wearing a skirt until she got to know me. And you wouldn't BELIEVE how many people ask mothers 'how old their son is' despite the fact that their daughter is dressed completely in pink, with little bows and ribbons in her hair.
There are of course more to consider, such as metamorphosis, glamour charms and the like, but these are the ones most relevant to my story.
Apparation wards. Apparation feels like you are being sucked through a narrow tube, so why not just blow on the tube to keep them out? It's like drinking through a straw. Suck in, the liquid moves through the straw. Blow out, the liquid can't enter and merely bubbles. The bubbles are the magic of Apparation being rejected and escaping into the air.
Same with Portkey wards. Portkeys feel like you're being picked up and spun around, so a Portkey ward feels like a giant hand holding you in place.
I thought these things out!
Life Education classes. My eldest brother went to one when he was five and spent to entire afternoon with his best friend studying the difference between boys and girls in more detail. Nothng happened, they just kind of sat in her room naked and looked at each other with simple, childish curiosity. Of course, my mum wasn't too happy. But that's just to tell you that what happens later in the story can happen. Just saying.