Full summary: Sarah accepts a job at Hogwarts which would take her miles and miles away from her little brother Toby. Finally feeling desperate to keep his sister from not going, he wishes her away to the Goblins! But Jareth has had a change of heart and feels the need to help Sarah and Toby by allowing Toby to have a fifteen year old wizard from Hogwarts help him out. It was almost a random pick but soon Harry Potter decides to help Toby get his sister back. Will they succeed in their efforts just as Sarah did ten years ago? If Sarah is taking the History of Magic position who is teaching DADA? This story features lots of Hogwarts staff humor and goblin mischief later on and the powers of the Fae and Labyrinth that Harry learns to control.

romantic pairings: Jareth/Sarah

- Chapter 1 -

The Siblings

Sarah Williams straightened the blouse collar and nervously smoothed the smallest of wrinkles that caught her eye on her attire. As her emerald green eyes took another thorough look at her professional clothes from her neatly pinned dark hair to the un-scuffed shoes on her feet, she released a nervous sigh with a shaky smile. 'Well, this is it. The moment has come to this!' she thought to herself in a rallying tone, her confidence building with a more convincing smile.

From the threshold of her bedroom door was a ten year old boy, soon to turn eleven, who wore an unsatisfied frown. Almost the complete opposite of his sister from his usually cheery blue eyes and wheat golden hair, he always supported his sister as she was the greatest figure in his life who provided all he could to fuel his imagination with. This was one of the rare moments where he wasn't too thrilled for Sarah.

"Sarah?" Toby Williams asked timidly, purposely keep his forlorn expression glued to his face.

The young woman turned around as she beamed at the boy, hoping to emit the same uplifting expression onto her little brother. "Yes, Toby?" Sarah said. She instantly recognized the face he wore, the same large, puppy dog eyes and terribly cute frown he would use on her when he was smaller. This same face always managed to persuade her to give in.

"Sarah, why don't you consider taking a non-magical job?" asked Toby with his pleading eyes. "Maybe you can wait long enough for a job to open in Salem? …then you wouldn't be so far, only a few hours drive away! Better yet, a floo away!"

Toby inwardly scolded himself when he saw his sister's smile recede slowly as she struggled to keep her happy mood. The boy did want his sister to feel guilty for wanting this job; it really was a big opportunity. "I…I'm sorry, I…" Toby retreated from the doorway and backed into the hallway towards his room.

Sarah was at his side before he could hide in his room. "Toby, I'm sorry too." She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and turned him around to face her. "This is just an interview, this doesn't mean I going across the Atlantic—"

"—yet." Toby muttered as he looked away. "I'll miss you. You know mom and dad don't have the same stories and imagination as you…they aren't even wizards or witches either." He lifted his head back up with glassy eyes. "And you're the only connection I have to magic and fantasy! Who will surprise me with new books with dragons or teach me special potions and serums?"

Forgetting the prim state of her outfit, Sarah enclosed the ten year old in a tight embrace. "You have magic in you too, Toby. Yours just hasn't wakened up yet… It will, though, I promise!" He looked doubtful but nodded at her words. Ruffling his hair with her hand, they walked down the stairs to prepare a light lunch. "The deputy headmistress should be arriving soon and will hopefully have this done within the next two hours…I don't think Karen will take it nicely to see that I've invited a witch into the house."

Toby tried to concur but his words were caught in the peanut butter that filled his mouth. Gulp. "Mom should be used to magical folk by now…or soon, Sarah. She's just a little iffy about it still. When I hear it from her, it does sound a little strange how you suddenly gained magical powers when you were a teenager."

Sarah pasted a shifty smile that she hoped wasn't as deceiving as she felt inside. She had never revealed that her magical powers had been realized after going through the Goblin King's labyrinth in the Underground. Sarah had felt the necessity to tell her parents about her new powers when a wizard from a magical high school, of sorts, from Salem had dropped by to ask for her attendance. But telling them about the existence of the Goblin King, how she had asked for Toby to be kidnapped by the goblins and running through a labyrinth in a world that seemed like an entirely new dimension didn't seem logical to reveal. She had seriously done her research at her school in Salem and had found no proof or witness that could help backup those thirteen hours that seemed like a dream.

"Who's this deputy headmistress?" asked Toby after he had eagerly swallowed his last gulp of milk. He stood next to her as she waved her wand for the dishes to start washing themselves. "…and aren't you supposed to be using your wand?" The blond haired boy gingerly picked up a fourteen inch, holly wand from the countertop.

She blushed. "Oh, thanks for reminding me. I can't have the deputy headmistress see me using wandless magic."

"But I think it's cool! I don't see why any schools won't let you use your wandless magic, like your old school in Salem."

Sarah took the wand from her brother and flicked it so the dishes dried automatically and piled themselves into the cupboard. "Toby, my magic that I don't use with wands…you know, the magic I've always used even before attending Salem?" '…the magic I got from the Goblin King.' thought Sarah quickly. "It's not the same magic that other wizards and witches are used to. It'll make me look suspicious."

"What kind of magic is it?" Toby asked.

His eyes… Something in Toby's eyes at that moment made Sarah freeze her wand waving. 'Fae magic.' his eyes seemed to say, as if Toby knew what had happened ten years ago, knew from where she got her powers from. From who.

"The wards!" Sarah cried as she rushed to the living room. The fireplace was lit although it had been dead a few minutes ago and soon the flames were a brilliant green as Sarah waved her waved to allow their guest to enter their home.

Toby stared in awe. "Cool…" he breathed. He was always so mesmerized even though he had seen the floo system used before despite his dislike for using it himself.

The woman who stepped out from the hearth shook the dust from her robes which fell but disappeared before hitting the pristine carpet. (One advantage that Karen had seen from Sarah's charms knowledge was her cleaning spells.) She was an older witch with a tight bun wearing tartan robes. The robes, which weren't enforced onto the dress code at Salem, looked strange to both Sarah and her brother. Toby couldn't help but notice a sort of feline trace in her eyes, the way she observed the room and her dignified walk.

"Miss Williams, I presume?" Professor McGonagall approached Sarah and they shook hands. "I have been anxious for this particular interview for the job due to your admirable recognition and recommendation from the Salem Academy." Her hands flew to her bun to check her hair was in order before lowering them down in satisfaction. "Your history instructors greatly praised your knowledge in History of Magic and of your foreign research from the previous year." Her eyes darted to Toby who stood awkwardly near the kitchen. "Oh, who is this young man?"

"This is my younger brother, Tobias Williams." said Sarah as he placed an arm around him. "I'm sort of babysitting for him. He won't be a bother."

"Toby, Sarah, not Tobias! No one calls me 'Tobias'…" Toby fussed softly.

"Nice to meet you, Toby," At this, the older woman winked at him as she shook his hand.

"Toby, why don't you go finish that book in your room please? I'll be down here the whole time if you need me, okay?" Sarah asked.

The boy nodded and advanced up the stairs as his sister watched his back with a look of sympathy. Usually, Toby wished her good luck for these sorts of things. But not today. Not this time.

Fleetingly, she hoped that wouldn't hurt her chances for this job as she led Professor McGonagall to sit on her family couch and offered her refreshments.

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