Letters To Hogwarts (Final Chapter)

When Severus and Lily got off, they could hear a loud voice calling “Firs' years! Firs' years, this way!”

“Whoa!” Lily said, her eyes widening at the large man. Even Severus's eyes widened. The man was huge with hair and a beard and beetle black eyes that sparkled. He was almost a giant.

“C'mon! This way! Firs' years over here! Any more of yeh? Watch yer step!” Said the large man. Then, they followed him, Lily clutched Severus's hand as they walked down a steep narrow path. The large man suddenly said “Yeh'll be getting' yer firs' look at Hogwarts in a sec. It's jus' 'round the bend!”

The narrow path had opened up to reveal a big black lake. Perched on top of a mountain on the other side was a vast castle with towers and turrets.

“Oh, it's beautiful!” Lily whispered into Severus's ear. He smiled and said “Yeah, it is.”

“No more'n four to a boat!” The large man called. Severus noticed for the first time a lot of little boats. He and Lily crawled into one of them and were followed by two others. There was a commotion and then the large man called “Everyone in? Right! FORWARD!”

The boats lurched and moved across the lake. Lily looked down at the water and Severus said “What do you think'll happen if I touch it?”

“The water?” Lily asked. She reached in and let a finger glide over the surface of the water. Soon, a tentacle came up out of the water and Lily screamed, backing into Severus. “What is that?”

“Must be the giant squid,” a kid behind them said. “My dad told me that there was a giant squid in the lake.”

They crossed and clambered out of the boats. Lily kept close to Severus and they followed the large man through a passageway in the rock in front of them and coming out onto damp grass. They walked up a flight of steps in front of them and the large man called “We all here? Okay,” and he knocked on the door.

The door opened and a severe looking woman with black hair pulled back into a tight bun and square spectacles. She looked down at them and the large man said “The firs' years, Professor McGonagall.”

“That's the woman who took me to Diagon Alley!” Lily whispered into Severus's ear.

“Thank you, Hagrid,” Professor McGonagall said. “I'll take them from here.”

The large man, Hagrid, walked away and Professor McGonagall pulled the doors wide. The first years shuffled forwards into the entrance hall and Lily whispered “Sev! I could fit my whole house in here!”

“And mine with it,” Severus said, smiling slightly.

They followed Professor McGonagall into the room and she then turned and said “Welcome to Hogwarts. The start-of-term banquet will start shortly, however you must first be sorted into your houses before you take your seat in the Great Hall. Sorting is very important, because it will be someone of a family to you. You will sleep in the dormitories and spend your free time in the common room. You will also have classes with the rest of your house.

“The four houses are called Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Each house has its own history and have produced many good witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn you house points. Any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points earn the house cup. A great honor. I hope each and every one of you will work towards it.

“The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I recomment you smarten yourselves up while you wait.”

She left and Lily wondered aloud “I wonder how we get sorted.”

“I wonder if it hurts!” One kid called in response.

“It's in front of the whole school,” Severus said. “I wonder if they'll make us do magic.”

“But we haven't learned anything yet!” One boy said.

“I have,” Severus said. Lily looked at him and said “Why did you read all of the textbooks before you came?”

“Why not?” He muttered so only she could hear. He glared in front of him and muttered “Better than listening to Mum and Dad argue over whether I should even come.”

Lily smiled at him and said “Don't worry.”

A few minutes later, the doors opened and Professor McGonagall led them inside. Everyone ooed and aahed at the sight. Candles were floating above their heads and there appeared to be no ceiling. They stopped and they focused their attention to the hat that was on a stool. Lily jumped with it began to sing. Severus listened. Yes, he wanted to be in Slytherin.

“Evans, Lily,” Professor McGonagall called after a few others went first. Lily walked up. The sorting hat was barely on her head before it screamed “GRYFFINDOR!”

Severus groaned slightly as Lily made her way over to her table. She gave him a sad sort of smile and shot a look of dislike at one of the boys they had met on the train and sat somewhere else. Severus eventually went up when he heard his name “Snape, Severus.”

“SLYTHERIN!” The hat screamed and he handed the hat back to Professor McGonagall and went to the Slytherin table as they cheered. He sat next to a prefect, who patted him on the back and said “Welcome to Slytherin, Severus. I'm Lucius Malfoy.”

“Thanks,” Severus said, glancing over at Lily. He didn't really listen to any of the other kids get sorted.

Once the sorting was over, Dumbledore stood and said a few things to the school. Severus was still looking at Lily. Then, he jumped as food appeared on the empty plates in front of him. He looked at them and then began to eat. Then, he looked at Lucius and said “Do we have classes with the other houses?”

“Mostly with the Gryffindors,” Lucius said, shrugging. “Why that is, exactly, I have no idea. Why?”

“No reason,” Severus said. “I just have a friend who was just sorted into Gryffindor, that's all.”

“Oh,” said Lucius. He shrugged and then went back to his food.

After the banquet was over, Dumbledore said a few more words. Mostly warnings, like Mr. Filch wanting to remind students not to preform magic in the corridors and that the forest on the castle grounds was forbidden. Then, Lucius stood and called “First years, this way! Quickly, this way,” and he led them down to the dungeons. He walked to a wall and said “The password is currently 'Thelemic'.”

As soon as he said the word, a door in the wall opened and there was lots of green light all around them. The first-year Slytherins walked in and Lucius said “All of your things will be in your room already. Boy's dormitories it to the left and girl's is to the right.”

Severus immediately went into the boy's dormitory, feeling tired, while the other first-years explored the common room. He would have time to explore later.

There were four beds in the dormitory labeled First Years. Severus quickly found his trunk and changed for bed quickly. Then, he closed the curtains and placed his wand on the bedside table. He closed his eyes and smiled to himself. He knew he was home.

End

Hatting a Mad Man Part 2

Reviwes are welcome!

“Doctor?” Amy looked around, but still didn't recognize where she was. Already she was about three inches tall, but had been twenty feet only a few minutes ago. She was dressed in the scarf she'd been wearing on her head.

She looked around again before calling out again “Doctor!”

“Who?” Amy whipped around and saw a flower. A flower with a face. Amy frowned and said “Who are you?”

“Peony. Who are you?” The flower asked.

“Amy,” Amy replied uncertainly. She shook her head and said “Have you seen a man named the Doctor? He's quite tall and funny. He's wearing a bow tie, a tweed jacket, and probably a fez.”

“What in sanity is a fez?” Peony asked, frowning.

“It's a hat, you ninny,” another flower said. This flower was a violet. Amy blinked. A place where flowers could talk?

“I'm sorry, but where am I?” Amy asked, dismissing the first thing that popped into her mind.

“Why, you're in Underland, of course!” The Violet said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. She looked at Amy disapprovingly and added “And what, might I ask, are you?”

“I'm a Pond,” Amy replied without thinking.

“You don't look like a pond,” a carnation remarked. “You're too small! And not at all wet!” Amy sighed and said “Oh, forget it. Have you seen the Doctor or not?”

“The one with the fez? No, sorry. But if he has a hat, he might be with the Hatter,” Peony suggested.

“And where is he?” Amy asked.

“No idea,” the flowers said, almost in unison. Amy sighed and said “Well, thanks.” For nothing...

Amy carried on and the violet called “Weed!”

“Oh, weed to you, you bloody-” Amy suddenly got drenched with water and spluttered, pulling wet hair out of her eyes. She stood up and walked away with as much dignity remained, but glaring in front of her.

_

“Done!” The Hatter handed the Doctor a new fez. The Doctor had finished making lunch as payment for his hat and his face lit up at his new fez.

“Aha! Oh, this is fantastic!” The Doctor said and he put the fez on, a goofy smile on his face and putting the stetson he had been wearing aside.

Suddenly, the Doctor took off the fez and held it out in front of him along with the stetson, thinking hard. “Have you ever tried making a combination of these two?” He asked.

The Hatter's eyes widened and then he smiled. He grabbed the stetson out of the Doctor's hand and laughed insanely. He walked with it and began working again. The Cast sighed and said “Oh, now you've done it. He'll be working for days, trying to get it right.”

“But it'll look great,” the Doctor pointed out happily. He looked out the window and the Cat said “Where are you from?”

“Oh, here and there,” the Doctor replied vaguely.

“You travel a lot?” The Cat smiled.

“All the time. I never stay I the same place for too long, if I can help it,” the Doctor said.

“And Amy... She travels with you?” The Cat asked. The Doctor nodded and smiled. “Yes, she travels with me. My little Amelia Pond...” He sighed. “I wish I knew where she was.”

“I could go look for her,” the Cat offered. The Doctor smiled and said “Would you? Oh, thank you!”

“My pleasure,” the Cat smiled. “Ah... What does she look like?”

“She's ginger, and her hair is long. She's Scottish, and stubborn,” the Doctor said.

“I'll find her,” the Cat said and he vanished. The Doctor looked back at the Hatter and helped himself to some of the food he'd made.

Hatting a Mad Man Part 1

So, I don't know if anyone still ever comes on here, but just in case, this is an xover fanfic I wrote of Doctor Who and Alice in Wonderland.

Disclaimer: We all know I don't own Alice in Wonderland, or Doctor Who.
Obviously.

The hillside was empty, except for a tree, bent with age. But there was nothing really unusual about the scene.

Not yet anyway.

A sudden sound rang out and a blue box appeared. Vworp! Vworp! Vworp! It faded in and out until it became quite solid. A few moments later, the door opened and a girl with fiery ginger hair came out, her hair in a scarf. She looked around and stuck her head back into the box and called in a Scottish accent “Doctor! Are you coming?”

“Yes, yes!” A man's voice called from the depths of the box. “Me, coming, now!” He stepped out and the girl groaned when she saw him. He frowned at her and said “What? What's wrong?”

“You're wearing the fez again,” the girl said and she took the funny looking red hat off his head. He smiled and said “Of course, Amy. Fezzes are cool. Now give it back.”

“Like bow ties, I assume?” Amy asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Yes, exactly, now give it back,” he said, frowning, but before he could take it back, Amy threw the fez and it landed in a rabbit hole. A rather large rabbit hole, to be precise.

“Amy!” The Doctor cried. “What did you do that for?”

“It's just a fez, Doctor.” Amy said in exasperation and walked to the edge of the hole. “Doctor, come look at this! I can't see the bottom!”

“Amy, be careful, please,” the Doctor warned, but too late; the edge the hole collapsed and Amy screamed as she fell into the hole.

“Amy!” The Doctor ran to the edge of the hole and peered down it. “Amy?” he circled around the hole, running his fingers through his hair before shouting into the hole “Amelia!” He looked around before looking back down the hole. A moment later, he smiled to himself and walked away from the hole. He turned back to it, ran and jumped in, shouting “GERONIMO!”

And so our adventure begins.

_

Music was playing softly in the background, over and over again. The Dormouse, or Mallymkun as she preferred to be called, was asleep inside of a teapot, and the March Hare was nodding off. But Terrant Hightopp was awake and deep in memories, his face somber. His scorched top hat had a few pins sticking out of it. There was a teacup in one hand and a saucer of another cup in the other hand. He was sipping, but absentmindedly, and he suddenly realized that his cup was empty, just as he had realized every few minutes. He frowned at the cup, as though it were the cup's fault he didn't have anymore tea. With a sigh, he put the cup down in the saucer and placed it on the table. He stood, looked around the table, then shouted “Clean cup! Move down!”

Mallymkun didn't hear, but the Hare jerked awake and screamed into her ear “Move down, Mally-Lass!”

“No, I'm asleep,” she grumbled stubbornly, not opening her eyes. The Hare and the Hatter ignored her and moved around the table until they settled down again in different chairs.

“Pass the sugar,” the Hatter asked and the March Hare threw it at him. He skillfully caught it and put a few lumps in his cup before pouring tea. He then resumed his somber expression and sipped at the tea. The Hare nodded off again. The Hatter looked at his tea and picked up a biscuit to go with it. They had jam in between two biscuits and the Hatter called them Jammies. They were quite good with tea.

His mind wandered away as he ate the biscuit. Memories of the past few days came over him and he smiled, if not a little wistfully. He wasn't exactly sure how long Alice had been gone, but it felt like an eternity. Still, she had promised to come back some day. In the meantime, he missed her and her muchness.

The garden gate opened and a man walked in, wearing a funny looking red hat on his head. He was looking around and frowning, but when he saw the tea party, he smiled and said “Ah! Don't mind me, but can you tell me where and when I am, and if you've seen a girl about this tall with red hair and-”

“FEZ!” The Hatter shouted, pointing and jumped up. He stood on the table and walked down it, plucking the hat off of the man's head. He inspected it and frowned. “This is terribly made. Who made this? Fezzes should be made with delicacy! With talent! This was just thrown together by a mad man! No, no, no. That's not a fez.” He turned to his companions and shouted “This isn't a fez! It's just a piece of muck egg!” He turned back to the man and said “No, no, no. Come, come, I'll make you a fez.” He tossed the fez aside.

“Who are you?” The man asked curiously.

“Who am I? I'm...” The Hatter frowned. “I'm Terrant Hightopp. The last of the Hightopp clan...” He looked at the table behind him and said “Hare!”

The March Hare jerked away and moaned “How many apples does it take to reach the sky?”

 

“We have a guest!” The Hatter told him in delight. “This is...” he looked back at the man. “Who's this? Who are you again?”

“I'm the Doctor,” the man said. The Hatter roared with laughter and said “A doctor!” He turned back to the Hare and said “Did you hear that? This man's a doctor!”

“You're late for tea!” The Hare shouted and threw a teacup at a tree. It shattered and the Hatter laughed and climbed back over the table to his chair. “Would you like some tea, Doctor?”

“Why not?” The Doctor asked, shrugging. “But I can't stay long. I have to find a friend.”

The Hatter laughed and looked at the Hare. “I like this fellow! Why not, indeed?”

“Alright,” the Doctor said, looking rather confused. The Hatter passed him the cup of tea and the Doctor looked at the plate of Jammies and he seemed to forget everything as he cried “Are... Are those... Jammie Dodgers?”

“Is that what they're called?” The Hatter asked, frowning. “I called them Jammies...”

The Doctor picked one up and bit into it. He smiled and said “So! You're a Hatter?”

“Indeed! The Hightopps have been employed by Her Majesty since... forever! We've always been employed by the Queen, but I'm the last one after...” He looked at his tea and stirred it, frowning slightly. Dark memories came back, but then he remembered Alice slaying the Jabberwocky responsible for the death of the Hightopp clan and he smiled ruthlessly.

“There' a ruler here?” The Doctor asked, looking interested.

“Indeed! The White Queen, recently placed back on the throne of Underland!” The Hatter said, smiling.

The Doctor thought before saying “Didn't you say you could make hats?”

“Indeed, Sir!” Said the Hatter proudly. “The very finest in Underland!”

“Can you make fezzes?” The Doctor asked.

“You insult me,” the Hatter replied, looking hurt. “I can make any hat.”

“Can you make me a fez?” The Doctor persisted.

“Can you pay?” The Hatter replied.

“Maybe. What do you accept?”

The Hatter looked at him and said “Not money. Money is of no use here. Do you have any pins?”

“Pins?” The Doctor frowned. He looked around on his body and said “No, no pins... I can cook! I learned in France!”

“Cook us a meal, then!” The Hatter said, smiling. He stood and said “Time to get to work!” He stood and said “Fairfarren, my friends!”

“Where're you goin'?” The Hare wailed as the Hatter and the Doctor walked off. The Hatter ducked as the Hare aimed a teacup at his head and the Doctor said “Is he okay?”

“He's mad,” the Hatter said simply. “Ah... Chessur.”

A cat appeared on a tree branch above above them. He smiled widely and said “Hullo, Terrant.”

“What do you want?” The Hatter asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Nothing. Who's your friend?” The Cat asked.

“I'm the Doctor,” the Doctor said.

“Doctor what?” The Cat asked, smiling.

“Well, that's new... Most people say Doctor who...”

“What sort of a name is that?”

“My name, apparently.”

“You're name's what?” The Cat said.

“I've just told you.”

“You have?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Just told you.”

“Told me what?”

The Doctor looked at the Hatter, who was watching the conversation in amusement. “Good day, Chess.”

“Indeed it is! Where are you off to?” The Cat asked, floating down to them.

“I'm going to make the Doctor a fez,” the Hatter said.

“Wonderful! May I come along? I do enjoy watching you make your hats,” the Cat purred.

“If you must,” the Hatter replied with a shrug. So, the trio made their way to the Hatter's house.

The Doctor looked around the house, seeing hats of all sorts. He would pick one up, put it on, take it off, put it back where he found it, and picked another one whilst the Hatter was working intently, grabbing red fabric and sewing, and creating the perfect fez.

The Doctor had tried on every hat in the house before finding a stetson. He smiled and put it on before turning to the Cat and smiling. “What do you think?”

The Cat looked at him for a moment before grinning. “You looked absolutely mad.”

“I am!” The Doctor said gleefully. “I'm a mad man with a box!”

“Where's your box?”

“Not here.”

“Why?”

“Well, I jumped in a hole after Amy and-”

“Who's Amy?” The Cat interrupted. The Doctor frowned and said “Amy's my friend. In fact, I don't know where she is right now. I don't even know where I am. Or, when I am.” He looked at the Cat and said “Could you tell me where and when I am?”

“You are in Underland, at the time of Celebration, for the White Queen is once again in the throne!” The Hatter called from where he was working, insistently forgetting he already told the Doctor this.

“I wonder where Amy is,” the Doctor wondered aloud, but no one had an answer. The Doctor sat down and said “Oh, where is that Pond?”