I know, I know I really ought not to be publishing yet ANOTHER new story, but oh well what's done is done. I should say, to everyone who is waiting for It's A Kind of Magic, I promise I haven't given up on it- I'm just struggling to make it original and not have it blend in with all of the other stories of its kind.

Sarah Rose Potter, Girl Who Lived, just wants to survive Hogwarts, and the pressures of the fame that she got at the price of losing her parents. But fate has other ideas- she has a destiny ahead of her and a past life which keeps trying to encroach on her present… a past life which comes complete with a really annoying, and smoking hot Goblin King. It could be worse though, she could be stuck with her mother's bloody awful relatives.

I have never written a female Harry before, and to be honest I don't know if I've got one here- Sarah is Sarah, the girl who ate the peach and forgot everything; the girl who beat the goblin king, she just doesn't know it yet. How will our favourite 80s fantasy heroine cope with being the Girl Who Lived?

Read on and find out.

Disclaimer: Listen very carefully, I shall say this only once. I don't own Labyrinth or Harry Potter, I'm just playing with other people's intellectual property. Except for a few OCs I own squat.

Prologue

31st July 1980

There was something in the air that late summer's day. Jareth wasn't entirely sure what that something was, but he could not ignore it any more than he could ignore a summons. The Goblin King had noticed it from the moment he woke that morning, a pull the likes of which he had not felt in some thirty years…

No, he could not and would not think of her- it only caused him pain to think that had she not said those six fateful words he might have been able to save her from her fate.

NO!

Jareth screwed his eyes shut, clamping his hands over his ears in an attempt to shut out the memory of his precious one's screams as the ogres tore her apart whilst he was powerless to prevent it. After all: he had no power over her…

"Enough," he ground out, hurling himself off his present perch- his bedchamber window ledge- and shifting into his owl form maybe if he followed that pull he would be able to have some peace without resorting to his ever dwindling wine cellar.

(Godric's Hollow, England)

The Goblin King followed the pull all the way to a small Aboveground town; one which had a large population of wizards, and a small quaint cottage. He followed it right inside the house, unable to resist, and found himself perched, quite invisibly thank you very much, on top of a wardrobe in one of the bedrooms. A young woman lay, sleeping in the double bed, dark red hair splayed across the pillows, but it was what stood at the foot of that bed that drew Jareth's attention.

A cradle.

Still invisible, Jareth returned to his more typical form and approached the cot. His breath hitched at the sight of the infant within.

"You," he whispered staring down at the sleeping newborn. "Oh you precious little thing, I might have known you would come back."

He would know her anywhere, especially since she radiated with the magic he had bestowed upon her once upon a time. Thirty years since her life had been so cruelly cut short, and his princess had been returned to the ranks of the living, still mortal, but this time to a wizarding household.

"Well," he told her and whispered the name he had known her by. "I lost you once you precious thing, I will be damned if I lose you again."

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Next time: Halloween 1981 and its aftermath.

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