When I was 13 I wished my little brother away and was forced to run the Goblin King's Labyrinth in order to get him back. In the end I did succeed. I thought my story ended there. At the end of the book the heroine always won and the Goblin King had no power. But I was wrong. A year to the day after his defeat the Goblin King returned for my little brother. This time I couldn't win, there were no magic words to stop him or hold him back. My brother was lost to me forever. 1 month before school started I got a note from someone calling themself "the mysterious T".

"Dear Sarah," it read.

"I know of your recent predicament with the Goblin King and wish to offer my assistance. I will give you everything you will need for the tasks ahead. In two days you will receive a letter by owl, do not question it for it will give you the chance you need. Accept the offer and gain power.

"The mysterious T"

I waited and like the note said an owl appeared at my window one morning baring a letter in its beak. The letter was an invitation to attend the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from its Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. I had never been truly logical person and so without hesitation I accepted. Immediately I was sent off to London in the care of Professor McGonagall, who taught transfiguration and was a deputy headmistress, to stay at the Leaky Cauldron until school started. A week after the first note, during my stay in London, I received a second note along with a wand and a money purse.

"Dear Sarah,

"I am glad to see you have followed all my instructions to the letter. As a reward for your good faith and obedience you have received twenty galleons and a very unique wand. I expect you to spend the money on new and advanced spell books to further your knowledge. I trust you to find the useful ones, not the funny-duddy ones for beginners. Also you should ask the dear Professor to help you improve your magical knowledge and skill.

"The mysterious T"

Somehow I felt compelled to follow the orders I was given, this time all the way to the bookstore. The shopkeeper was helpful about it all showing me the lay of the store and what books were required reading and what others had found helpful. He didn't notice that I spent a lot more time reading than actually buying and when I finally ended up leaving with a stack of books I couldn't wait to return for something other than spell books. Professor McGonagall was very pleased to learn of my eagerness to get started learning spells. She did not question at all where I got the books or the strange wand. Her mind was clouded by a glamour leading me to believe my benefactor was a Fae. I didn't question their reason for glamouring one of my professors, obviously they thought it necessary.

Every day as I worked out spell after spell I couldn't help but think of Toby imprisoned in the darkness of Jareth's castle. I could see his face, pale and small, cowering in his cell. No matter how I tried the image wouldn't leave my mind. Our parents had forgotten him but I couldn't. He was my goal, all I had to do was work hard and gain the skills needed to defeat Jareth again. With that in my mind I managed to cover close to three years' worth of curriculum that I had already missed. The professor was surprised that upon grading the proficiency tests she'd given me I was prepared for my fourth year at Hogwarts.

Not too much later, just a week before classes started, she returned to Hogwarts leaving me to my own devices. Without our scheduled sessions I found other ways to fill my time. I found books in several stores on other topics of interest for me: advanced divination, mythical creatures (even to the wizarding world), and self-defense (without magic). I began to train my body in the techniques I'd found in the book. In that week I mastered only two techniques but promised myself that over the summer I would begin taking classes. Then Hagrid, the school's game keeper, came to handle my issue of supplies. Truth be told, I'd hidden a good deal of the books and such from both adults with a charm I'd learned while messing around.

"Well, you must be young Miss Sarah Williams then." The giant of a man said when I met him outside Gringotts.

"That's me," I said feigning enthusiasm.

"I have your list of supplies here but first we need you to get you some money. The headmaster was generous enough to allow you to borrow some from him since your such a special case." He went on as we entered the bank.

I froze. Goblins. The bank was run by goblins. I hid behind my hair and stayed close to Hagrid. It would be very bad if this bank was being run by the enemy. If I was seen it could very well be the end of all I was working for.

"Excuse me," Hagrid said to a goblin at a cashier's window.

"Yes," it hissed.

"I need to back a withdrawal for my friend here. She will be borrowing from Albus Dumbledore's account. I have the key…"

"What is your friend's name?" The Goblin interjected.

Don't say, please don't tell him my name. "Sarah Williams, why is that I problem?"

My eyes jammed shut as I waited for the tell tail lightening crash but it didn't come. "Wait." The goblin croaked.

I was shaking but I managed at least to look up when the goblin returned with another that must have been a supervisor. He looked down over the counter at me over his glasses. That's different….Then he stood back to talk to Hagird.

"Ms. Williams already has an account." The supervisor said producing a silver key.

"I was not informed..." Hagrid began but was silenced by the goblin.

"I'm sure you weren't. Now this way Ms. Williams."

I followed dutifully praying that this was not Jareth's doings. True, there was something different about the goblins in Gringotts from those in the Goblin city but they were goblins none the less. That meant they answered to him. In the small train I did my best to stay away from the two goblins that had brought me down in to the vaults. My hand strayed to my boot where I'd hidden my wand. Then the train lurched to a stop. I was given the key as the supervising goblin led me to a large door.

At the goblins lead I unlocked the vault. The doors opened silently revealing wealth I had never known. More than just gold had been supplied, books lined shelves that reached half way up the walls and chest filled with British and American money decorated every available space. A note was pinned to a vase close to the door.

"Dear Sarah," it read.

"Another gift with strings; use it wisely. Now for the price, you must succeed in the tasks you are given, never question my orders and never fail in your work. Do these things and when our foe is defeated all that you see will be your reward.

"The mysterious T"

I just had to do this. I have written three stories in which Jareth is the good guy so I had to even the playing field. Tell me what you think!

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