Thank You, Dad

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fun fact: i wrote this listening to Tom Petty.

"Alice? Who's Alice?"

"'Who's Alice?' she says! YOU'RE Alice, dimwit!"
'Hermione' gawks, causing the table to go into a roaring fit. Well, all besides 'Draco'.
He just stared at me, before turning sharply to 'Hermione'.

"Now, Dormouse, be nice." He hissed. She shut up rather quickly, huffing as she sat up straight.
Turning to me, 'Draco' smiles wearily.

"If you wouldn't mind me asking- if you're not Alice, then who are you?" The entire table looks at me, awaiting my answer.

"Well, I-" I choke on my words, suddenly nervous.
"I'm y/n, y/n l/n."

They all turned to each other with questioning glances.
"What's a/an y/n l/n?" Ron- or whatever his name is, whispered. The rest just shrugged.
"Must be some sort of rare tiny creature." 'Neville' suggested.

"By the way, why are you so small?" 'Draco' questioned, raising an eyebrow at me.
As if a movie, seconds after speaking, the sound of thundering hooves drew quickly closer and closer.

Everyone snapped their heads towards the sound, and suddenly began to get frantic. Running around the table, hiding under the table, screaming bloody murder.
'Draco' slammed his hands on the table, getting everyone's attention.
"EVERYONE SETTLE DOWN." His voice had deepened dramatically.

Everyone sat in their specific seats, motionless and quiet, as if nothing happened.
"Cheshire, grab y/n. Put her in the tea kettle, hurry!" He hissed, grabbing the kettle and quickly emptying it- by taking the top off, the spout started hosing tea out.

But I couldn't even begin to question, as I was suddenly being lifted up by 'Harry's hand. He held me like a Barbie doll.
"LET. ME. GO." I started hitting his hand. He only laughed.
"I like this one."

"Give her to me, now." 'Draco' pushed.
'Harry' handed me off, and I was quickly shoved into the kettle.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!" I screamed.
He only shushed me, a pleading, desperate look in his eyes. Being this up-close to him, I was finally able to see that one of his crystal blue eyes was somehow a deep emerald green.

He put the kettle top on, and I was in complete darkness.
The clopping of hooves grew louder & louder, until it quieted irregularly.

"Hello, Hatter." A deep voice hissed. I barely could hear anything, the porcelain walls around me muffling the conversation.

"Hello, Sir-One-Eye." 'Ron' joked, causing the table to go into another laughing fit.
All of a sudden, a crash was heard.

"Silence your friends, Hatter, before I silence them for you."

Whoever this man was, I did not like him.

There was a dead pause, until Sir-One-Eye spoke again.
"We have received word that Alice is back, and the Queen wants her. Now." He grimaced.

"Alice? I've never heard of an Alice. Have you, my friends?"
The table made their own individual sounds of dismissal, which only angered the man.

"We will find her, and then I will finally have all of your heads for treason."
"Heads? Sorry, Knight, but we've seemed to have lost them already!" Again, the table went into a fit of laughter.

After the laughter had died, there seemed to be a tension growing.

"Mark my words, Hatter: we will find her; and then, we'll kill her." The Knight seethed.
I could only hear 'Draco' release a quivering breath.

The Knight whistled, gathering his troop before retreating, the pounding of hooves drawing farther away.

The Hatter lifted the lid before pulling me out, setting me on the table.

"Now it's my turn to ask a question. Where the hell am I?" I huffed.
'Draco' looking at me, his eyes glistening with interest.

"Why, my dear, you're in Wonderland."
"Wonderland?"
"She really isn't Alice.." 'Hermione' huffed.

I was so overwhelmed, I plopped down onto the table, covering my face with my hands.
"Miss y/n?" The Hatter called.

"y/n? Y/N!"

I opened my eyes, sunlight burning my poor irises. I ground my teeth together as my eyes adjusted.

"y/n, are you okay?" Draco pulled me up, giving me a once-over to make sure I wasn't hurt.
"Why were you sleeping on the grass?" Hermione questioned worriedly.

I look behind me: the Womping Willow swayed easily in the breeze.

"I must've just drifted off.."