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Harry Potter, after spending years of trying to live up to his mother's fame in theater arts gets sick and tired of all the pressure and snaps one night and accidentally wished his little brother, Dobby, away to the Goblin Kingdom. Dudley doesn't exist in this story, just a fair warning. Realizing his mistake Harry agrees with the Goblin King, King Draco, to solve his Labyrinth in order to save Dobby before the time runs out. Based on the classic film, The Labyrinth with David Bowie. Just kind of came to me one day and really wanted to share it with you all.
It is a bit of a Drarry fic because that is just an awesome ship but I really want to focus on the journey and the story. This will have swearing and a quiet bit of violence towards the end so you have been warned. If this story is as successful as I think it will be I will also add a extra one-shot that will be only Draco and Harry, (Added separately of course).
Harry bio:
Harry is age sixteen, doesn't have any friends. He doesn't do very well at sports but love to act and preform on stage. Harry doesn't read much since he doesn't get a chance but does enjoy children's stories. He doesn't know much about his parents except their names and how they died. Harry is isolated a lot during school but doesn't mind it much, often refers to this life as being unfair often.
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Chapter I: The Book
I rubbed my forehead, flinching as the bright light and loud sounds around me gave me a stronger headache, and brushed my unruly hair from my eyes. It was hard enough for me to see as it is since my aunt and uncle refuse to buy me a new prescription of glasses. It was just another fight that didn't need to happen. Over the past thirteen years I had to deal with those people who absolutely hate every fiber of my existence and could do nothing to make them happy unless I just dropped off the face of the planet. Their son, Dobby, being their pride and joy that could do no wrong was the only person to get affection from my aunt and uncle. Dobby was a pain in my ass and really couldn't stand the boy. Though he was only two years of age still didn't mean I had to like him. Drool monster is what he is.
My parents died in a car crash when I was three years old after my Mother's performance in Italy. Lily Potter was a world known actress who mostly preformed in theaters and a occasional movie. James Potter, the proud husband and father, always supported my mom with her dream and made sure to show up to every show with a large bouquet of white Lily's for her. It was basically the ideal life, a happy marriage and with a young toddler growing up until it all ended when one man had drowned himself in the popular poison, whisky, and pushed my parent's car off the side of a bridge. Their car was found two days later.
Back then I could barely remember their presence as a child and couldn't understand why I suddenly had to live with my aunt and uncle, who I never had met before. It wasn't until I started school when my parents' death was explained to me by my teacher, who was a fan of my mother. There wasn't anything I could do besides going to an orphanage or foster care and I was terrified with the nasty stories I was told if I was to go there and chose to stay. I was instantly trusted with lists of chores that progressively got larger as I got older to the point where I was the only one cleaning, cooking and organizing their work schedules.
Two years ago Dobby was born and I had never seen my aunt and uncle more happy in my whole life. At first I was love struck to the small child as well, his small patch of golden blond hair gleamed in the sunlight and his blue eyes drank everything in carefully. It was hard it resist little Dobby but I soon learned to. My aunt refused me to help take care of anything for Dobby stating that, 'You, Potter, are trash that doesn't deserve to touch my precious angel. Now go and tend to the garden.' It was beyond obvious that Dobby meant more than I ever would. I was frustrated that Dobby could do more to gain attention with a simple smile than I could in my whole life. My fate was sealed to be ignored and unloved and all because of one drunken bastard who was now rotting in a cell for the rest of his life.
"Potter!" My head raised to looked up from the laundry that I was currently folding to my aunt who had Dobby tightly clutched to her hip. "Vernon and I received a call from Marge that we were needed with the moving. You are to stay here tonight and tomorrow to watch over Dobby while we're gone." Marge was uncle Vernon's sister, a nasty and large woman who would snap at howl when she doesn't get her way. I felt kinda bad for her four previous husbands.
Aunt Petunia was another force that was to be recon with but on a whole different level. "Yes, aunt Petunia. What time are you leaving? I have to run to the store and buy more food." Dobby nibbled on his tiny fist and my aunt took a second to 'coo' at him before answering me.
"We are leaving right after dinner at seven. Clear?" I nodded and she walked out. When her footsteps no longer made a sound I blew out a puff of air and hurried with the laundry. It was already two in the afternoon and I needed to get to the store so I can have time to cook dinner and then pack for their trip. After so many years of doing this trained me to be quick and organize everything quickly but it doesn't mean it was still easy. Within fifteen minutes I had three loads of laundry folded and put away and I was out the door, sprinting down the street.
I swiftly caught the bus and road down to town, watching people go by. The was, sadly enough, the only time I had any peace to myself. Voices around me were toned out and my mind drifted out. A almost smile was pulled on my lips and enjoyed the moment while it lasted. I only had to deal with this hell only a two more years and I would be free to live on my own. The fortune that I would inherit when I hit eighteen will help me to find a small home and start my own career. At first I wanted to follow my mom's footsteps and become a famous actor so I could travel and see the world past the confined broom closet. I signed up for parts of plays during my school years, knowing very well that Aunt and Uncle wouldn't be there, and worked my way up. I was told that I did in fact inherited my mom's talent but that didn't bring me any happiness. I felt a burning hole in my heart every time I preform that keeps growing bigger. I wasn't sure if the hole was from longing or hatred for the unfairness that I gained in this life.
The bus stopped moments later, breaking me from my wandering thoughts, as I jumped out the door and entered the store. Quickly picking out the groceries I went and payed before trying to catch the next bus in time. Carrying six bags was a bit of a struggle which made me lose my footing. The next thing I knew I was face first in the concrete and four of my six bags had flown out from under me and rolled feet from me. There was a sharp sting on the tip of my nose and cheeks from scraping against the unforgiving ground. The pain though was ignored in favor for the food that I quickly needed to collect, knowing the pain and punishment I will get if I don't do so.
A few bits of fruit managed to escape me and a loaf of bread, that instantly got ran over, but I was able to collect most of it. "Here, this should help." I jumped when warm hand softly held my shoulder. I looked over to see a older man with a long, white beard with sparkling blue eyes. He wore bright purple shirt with a blue jacket and yellow pants. It was such a bright mix that I had to blink a few times to adjust before meeting his eyes again. In his other hand he had a faded white rag that was slight damp. He waved it again before saying, "It's for your face, boy. Dirt in a open wound isn't very healthy."
I was shocked and carefully took the rag to dab at my cheeks and very sensitive nose. "Thank you, sir." He smiled warmly and I found myself smiling as well. I looked over to the bus stopped and bit my lower lip when I realized I missed my stop. "I'm screwed," I whimpered to myself.
The older man chuckled. "Missed your bus, eh?" I nodded. "Well then, would you like it if I gave you a ride?" I blinked at him and tilted my head to the side.
"Really? You don't even know me." He chuckled and held out his hand towards me.
"Allow me to fix that. My name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, you can just call me Albus though." Albus didn't seem at all winded from his long introduction while he smiled at me.
I took his hand and replied, "Harry James Potter, sir. Nice to meet you." Albus's eyes grew wide and he released my hand.
"I'm surprised I didn't recognize you sooner, Mr. Potter." My brows knitted together and when he noticed this he explained.
"I was your parents, James and Lily's, teacher. You look very much like your father but you definitely have your mother's eyes."
I swallowed the dry lump that had suddenly crawled up my throat. What were the chances of this being possible; that was something I really wanted to know? "Y-You knew my parents?" Albus nodded with a regretful nod to me.
"Yes, I'm terribly sorry for what happened to them." We stood there in a moment of silence before I followed him to his car. This was something I thought I would never do but their was something about his aura that spoke of a kind and trusting man. We were on the road when he turned to me with another one of his warm smiles and asked, "Where do you live, Mr. Potter?"
I gave him the address and relaxed back into my seat when I noticed a small, red book sitting on his dashboard. "What is this, sir?" Albus gave a quick glance before chuckling.
"Ah! That was your mother's favorite book, The Labyrinth. It's about a nasty and selfish king who falls in love and give this girl and gives her the ability to grant any wish she has." My interest was peeked so I picked it up and studied the cover. It was mostly red with golden ivy leaves printed on the side. In the center was a image of a desert with a tall castle and many walls around it. Albus smiled at me before patting my shoulder. "You can keep it if you want."
I snapped my head over to him and shook my head. "Oh, no sir. I can't it's yours." Albus stopped at the stop sign and pointed to the book and then to me.
"That book inspired your mother to be the amazing actress she was. She dreamed of sharing these stories to the world and it started with that book. She would've wanted you to enjoyed that book just as much as she did." My lips lifted and my eyes watered. Albus began to drive again when he added, "Of course your father would've wanted you to be the best football player in the country too." We shared a good laugh and before I knew it we were parked in front of the house.
I gathered the bags and carefully placed the book under my arm. Albus followed me to the front door and opened it for me. "Thank you sir. For the drive, the book, every thing. Thank you." Albus reached up and ruffled my hair and gave me a wink before turning and headed back for his car. I made sure to stay out and watch him until his car was out of sight before I stepped inside and went to work preparing the dinner and packing my aunt and uncle's bags.
The first chapter is basically a intro to help you, the reader, understand what is the back story. Sorry if you find any spelling errors at all, I'm rubbish at spelling no matter how many years I have spent writing I still can't spell to save my life. In the next chapter the real fun starts. Review and rate if you so desire and I'll be seeing you next time.