Peach Flavored Dreams

Chapter IV – Diagon Alley

Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth, or the original idea for this story, I'm just adding to it!!

Before you read this, read papersoul's Peach Flavored Dreams, you wouldn't understand previous events until you do!!

Sarah awoke suddenly, gasping for breath. She clutched at her chest and looked around the room that she was currently residing in. After she was certain there were no goblins or their king in the room, only Karen knitting quietly by the fire and Toby sleeping on her lap, Sarah dropped her head in her hands and sighed heavily.

Sarah, her stepmother, and her half-brother Toby were staying in the Leaky Cauldron in London before she would go to Hogwarts the next week to start learning control over her 'new-found' powers.

Whatever you call these things that Jareth tricked me into getting. Sarah was getting sick of her new powers running amuck, starting when she was home when Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, Witchcraft and Wizardry, visited for tea and she unconsciously threw flowers and lights around the room when she realized Jareth, her Sidhe Lord, sabotaged her date with the hottest guy at school. After Albus left her home, there were power surges and vases crashing heavily to the floor when Sarah was mad. So far in England, though, her magic hadn't run amuck yet. Sarah's father wanted to go with them, but for fear of losing his job, he just saw them as Sarah and Toby used a portkey for the first time with Karen. After they reached the Leaky Cauldron they rented a room for a few nights and it was now the first morning that they were there.

Karen looked over at Sarah and almost dropped her knitting needles as she saw Sarah. She placed the needles on the floor, picked Toby up, and walked over to sit next to Sarah on the bed. Sarah gratefully accepted Toby and cradled him in her arms. She carefully tucked him in next to her before she stood to pace. After a few moments, Karen spoke.

"Sarah, are you alright?" Sarah gave her a fake smile but Karen saw right through it, and narrowed her eyes.

"Just a nightmare, Karen. Nothing really to worry about."

Her fingers itched for a sketchbook, but she knew it wouldn't be wise to create a portal to the Labyrinth. Sarah had a nightmare about him. He took her to the Labyrinth forcefully.

She shuddered. She even saw what Hogwarts supposedly looked like in her head when He whisked her from the Great Hall. She shook her head as she gathered some clothing. As she headed to the bathroom, she called over her shoulder.

"I'll be ready in about ten minutes to start the day." She heard Karen before she shut the door.

"We'll be ready then, too."

Sarah looked around in wonder as she scanned Diagon Alley next to her stepmother. Karen was strolling with Toby on her hip with a small smile on her face. She was clearly remembering when she was young. Toby sucked on his thumb as they passed a store with animals.

He cried out happily when they passed a particular snowy white barn owl. Sarah glanced at the bird and had a double take, staring at it in horror. Karen pulled her towards the big white building before Sarah got to get a proper look at the owl's mismatched eyes.

The owl's head followed her as she went on her way. If it was possible, the owl leered at her, knowing she was right to be paranoid. It sat on its perch, sure that it wouldn't be bought until she returned.

Sarah blindly noticed Karen handing her Toby and move forward into the bank. She saw the sign on the door Gringotts Bank. She looked down to Toby who seemed to be reading the sign also. He met her stare with a glare, and he pointed at the door impatiently. Sarah laughed, earning the raised eyebrows of passersby's before she walked through the doors into the bank. She saw Karen immediately, talking to a…goblin? Sarah was dumbfounded, and Toby squealed in happiness. He struggled to get free of Sarah's suddenly constricting grip as she saw the whole room filled with goblins.

"No, this is impossible…"

He couldn't be here, could he? Sarah thought desperately. The goblin her stepmother was talking to turned and saw Sarah. He was shock-still and then he scurried over to a goblin that was behind one of the long counters and muttered something into his ear. He went back to Karen as the other goblin started muttering to the goblin sitting next to him totally ignoring the witch he was supposed to be helping, and soon, until every goblin in the room were muttering something that sounded like Königin, Unsere Kobold Königin, Kobold Dame, and a few more incomprehensible words. Sarah quickly stood next to Karen and handed her the unruly child that wanted to hug the goblins. The goblin bowed low to Sarah, who for no explained reason checked her ears but found them still mortal. The goblin stood and addressed Sarah,

"To the vault, milady." Karen and Sarah exchanged confused glances as the other wizard customers of Gringotts just stared in curiosity and confusion. Sarah shrugged and followed the goblin, which stumbled over himself in eagerness to help her reach her unknown destination. As they reached the railroad car, the goblin stopped and addressed Karen.

"You leave baby and come or you wait with baby." Karen asked why, befuddled and protective, before realization flashed in her eyes.

"Roller coaster, right. Sarah, we'll wait here." She addressed her befuddled stepdaughter.

"It's too fast for Toby to handle. Just get a few handfuls of silver coins and a few of the bronze, trust me." She added at the sudden question forming at Sarah's mouth. Sarah shrugged and sat in the mine cart with the goblin. The goblin grinned.

"Me names Perk, milady. Nice meeting you." Sarah smiled, genuinely liking this small green goblin. She held onto the handrail as Perk instructed her to, but she wasn't expecting it to jerk quickly through the mines as quickly as it did.

It felt like ten minutes later when Sarah felt a shudder pass through her body suddenly, and felt magic coursing through her blood like when she was in the Labyrinth. The air felt different as she sped through the bank, familiar in a way. The cart soon came to slow down after still going, and then came to a halt. Sarah stood and stretched as Perk jumped off the cart, motioning her to follow into the brightly lit corridor. She followed him and realized that she was in a hallway made of crystal.

She shuddered, thinking of her Sidhe Lord, and hurried to follow the goblin scurrying towards a specific vault, whose number was 13. When she saw the vault they were headed to, she halted in her tracks, shook her head and muttered,

"No way. There is no way in HELL you expect me to go in there. Where are we and why is it different here than in the vaults we passed after we left Karen and Toby?" The goblin stood patiently, listening to her questions, then stood his full length of one and a half feet.

"This is a special vault for you, milady-" Sarah angrily pulled at her hair.

"Why do you call me milady? And the other goblins, why did they call me those names? How do they even know me? I'm Sarah!" The goblin just smiled again, and then by the time she finished his smile slipped to a frown.

"Well, milady, if you don't know, then I can't tell you. That is not my place. But I can answer that we are in another world. You passed to the Faerie Realm, or the Underground." Sarah wheeled on her heel to the goblin in shock.

"No! I can't be back here! Not after all I've done to avoid here!" When she reached the mine tracks, she was speechless when she realized the cart wasn't there. She twirled on her foot to round on the goblin.

"Where is the cart?" The goblins shrugged, guilty.

"I sends it away when we got here. It no comes back 'til vault opened and what's needed is taken. Goblin Bank Clause." He blamed. Sarah moaned, palming her face. She straightened her shoulders, and squared him in the eye.

"Before I go in, just tell me, whose vault does this belong to?" She followed the goblin to vault 13. He just stood by the door and she looked at him patiently.

"So?" The goblin looked at her then at the door.

"You's posta put yer hand on the door for 'thentication." She looked at the door apprehensively and stepped forward hesitantly. She carefully put her palm upon the middle of the door made of pure crystal, and cried out as lightning arched up through her hand, and a strange current of feeling pulse through her. She grabbed at her hand but it wouldn't come free of the door. Her other hand just molded to the door next to the first when it merely brushed the surface. The room seemed to move around her as she felt changes. After a minute of the lightened, she felt the sensation lessen and her hands loosened, and she took the momentum to wrench her hands free of the door. As she fell to the floor, she realized her hands took something with them. She looked in horror as she saw two perfect crystals balanced on the tips of her index fingers. She rolled the crystal in her left hand into her grasp. She clutched it and it burst, the glitter falling onto her hand, but as much as she tried, it wouldn't come off. She warily glanced at the crystal in her right hand, and tossed it into the air experimentally. She caught it effortlessly. She imagined it disappearing and it did. She closed her eyes briefly. She was already turning Sidhe. She opened her eyes again and saw the crystal door was open. She walked in; unconsciously hoping the goblin would accompany her, but was disappointed when he just stood outside the door as she went in. Her first glance showed her a lot more than she was hoping. The room was at least the size of Jareth's throne room in the castle with the same structure times two. The room was almost bare in the center, except it had a table in the center of the indenture in the center of the floor. On the table, she noticed, were about twelve little bags in the exact center of the table, each bag at the spot an hour hand would be in a thirteen hour clock, like that which was hanging on the wall across from the entrance. One bag was missing, the one that would've been at the thirteen o'clock position. As she glanced around the room, she noticed that there were wardrobes and bookshelves lining the outside of the room. Where there would've been windows, were portraits of men she didn't recognize. The only thing they had in common were mismatched blue eyes. There was one portrait next to the door, but she noticed it was empty except a throne that was common in all of the portraits. She knew that she recognized it from somewhere, but she couldn't place where. She couldn't find any of the coins that Karen mentioned, so she walked back over to the entrance and stuck her head out.

"Whose vault is this?" The goblin's head swiveled to meet hers and his eyes blinked.

"You don't know?" At her confused glance he shook his head wearily.

"This is the vault of His Royal Highness, King Jareth of the Goblins, son of Garrett the High King. He told us you are to use it at your will for the next year until you are under his tutelage." Sarah shook her head nervously, looking around the room nervously.

"I don't want or need anything of his. Take me back to Karen and Toby," She said, but before she could walk out of the vault, though, the vault door shut on her and she screamed. The room was lit with an eerie light from the crystal wall. She glanced around and warily looked at the door that the vault decided to shut so suddenly that it locked her in. Next to it was the empty portrait, but it wasn't empty any longer, to her fear. Now inhabiting the throne was the Great Goblin King, looking at her with triumph in his eye and a smirk on his lips as he had his head tipped to the side in the fashion she knew him best, like she was the rat to his owl. He looked so life-like, she noticed, yet so surreal, that if she reached out, it was almost as if she was actually touching if she touched the portrait. She hesitated, and stroked the portrait's cheek. He actually purred and she snatched her hand away when the portrait Jareth closed his eyes, took a great breath, and arched his cheek towards her hand. She looked in horror when he turned his eyes in that predatory glare she recognized and smirked as he regained his bearings.

"What the hell?" Sarah clutched her hand as if it had been burned.

"You! Wait…When, Where…What…How?!?" Jareth gave her a satisfactory once-over as he readjusted himself on his throne, comfortably lounging with a leg thrown haphazardly over an arm.

"I don't know what Hell is. I know Tartaros, though. Lovely place. Yes, me. No, I won't wait. This is now, if I haven't reordered time recently. I am here. Through a painting. Let me see, my vault decided to keep you and summon me." Sarah only gaped for a moment, listening to him. Then she went to speak, raising her finger, forgot what she was going to say, then went to say something else. Her face scrunched up momentarily in thought and then she gave up, exhaling softly.

"Nice memory." She lost her anger with her pause. Jareth tipped his head towards her and smirked.

"I am be Sidhe, but I am of the highest class Leanan Sidhe. I have a good memory. Also remember, I am Fae. I live forever." His smirk stayed in place but she noticed his eyes turning black until it looked soulless, and it betrayed no emotion. She finally realized the meaning behind his words from the last time she saw him.

"No duty, allegiance, or….emotion." She whispered, feeling a pang of an unrecognizable emotion thrum through her body. His eyes narrowed and she could recognize a hint of lust. She didn't know what it was, but she recognized it immediately, and realized that it was the first time that the emotion was pointed at her. She rubbed her eyes quickly and asked what was on her mind.

"Leanan Sidhe? Is that what I'll become?" She looked back at Jareth who was now contemplating her, leaning back against his throne in thought.

"I believe so." He tapped a gloved finger on his lower lip. He stared at her with a predatory grin suddenly and she stepped back in fear, then stepped forward again when she regained her control.

"You're lonely." She put simply, watching his expression as it went through a plethora of emotions. Loneliness and despair were prevailing until he put a stoic look on his face. He decided that she should leave before he actually revealed anything.

"In the middle of the room on the table are twelve pouches. Take the one at the 1 o'clock position." Sarah went to speak but he waved his hand at her impatiently. "It has the currency you need. Go to the wardrobe directly across from the door and grab one or two of the cloaks, and a few dresses from the wardrobe on its right." Her eyebrow had raised in defiance. He shook his head and interrupted her again.

"Don't defy me, Sarah. Please." Sarah was about to retort when the words died in her throat. She just noticed how weary he looked, his face was more drawn, and he had crow's eyes. His face was a bit paler than normal, also. She swallowed and closed her mouth. The fight just seemed to drain out of her when she noticed he wasn't playing games or being secretive. She nodded, startling Jareth with her simple submission.

"But don't think this means I give up, though. I'm not through with you yet!" Jareth gave her a wry grin as he stood in the portrait.

"I wouldn't expect any less, Lady Mine." He bowed as he spoke, ignoring her protests, waltzing out of the frame, leaving only the throne behind. She shook her head and walked over to the table. She looked down at the pouches for a second, then grabbed the pouch Jareth told her to keep. She opened the drawstring and gaped when she was a handful of gold, silver, and bronze coins. She closed the bag and tied it to her belt by the drawstring, and walked over to the main door. It was still locked, she noticed with a growl. She turned around 180° and saw the wardrobe exactly across from where she stood. She slowly walked across the room, sidestepping the table easily, and carefully opened the wardrobe's doors wide. The room was HUGE. Yes, the ROOM in, the wardrobe. She rolled her eyes and stepped in carefully. On the racks on the perimeter of the room were the realm's most beautiful and exotic cloaks, coats, and robes of all kinds. She perused the racks for a few minutes, taking it all in. The racks of clothing was color coded, she noticed immediately. There was blue in one corner, red in the other. She was looking through the white cloaks when she noticed a feathery one. She pulled it from the others and gasped when she recognized it. It was the owl cloak that Jareth wore at their final confrontation. She took it from its hanger and put it on her shoulders. It seemed suspended over her, and it was the most peculiar sensation, of arms wrapped around her, holding her. She closed her eyes and turned around. In the middle of the wardrobe was a full-length mirror, showing her looking perfectly content. She shook her head and went to pull the cloak off. It wouldn't budge from her shoulders. It was seemingly attached to her shirt. Sarah stopped short of actually tearing the cloak off and cursed.

"Damn you, Jareth. And your clothes too." The mirror chuckled. Sarah started, looking at the mirror. In the mirror was her good friend Hoggle. He stumbled out of the mirror next to her.

"I have only a minute, Missy, then I have to go. Jareth told mes to tell you not to put on his owl cloak unless you means to keep it." He eyed her in the cloak, watching her groan, slapping her forehead with her hand.

"Guess you wanted it." Hoggle chuckled. "You look better than the King does in it. Anyways there's a bag there," He pointed at a bag like her money pouch that magically appeared on the mirror, "That you put the clothes in." Sarah looked doubtfully at the bag.

"It can't hold much, though." Hoggle shook his head.

"Things are not what they seem in this place. Put clothes in there, you'll see what I mean." Hoggle walked into the mirror and out of Sarah's sight. Sarah went and picked the bag up doubtfully, then opened the bag and looked in. It was a normal bag, she noticed. She shrugged and took off the owl cloak without thinking. She just touched it to the bag and it disappeared. Sarah felt bereft without the cloak immediately, and looked in the bag in shock. There was a miniature version of the cloak, she noticed. She walked over to the green cloaks and looked through them briefly. She found a beautiful emerald green cloak of silk that would emphasize her eyes and she put it in the bag. She tied the red clothes bag next to the green moneybag on her belt and left the wardrobe. She left the wardrobe and closed the doors tightly. She walked over to the main door and found that it was still locked. She stomped her foot childishly and growled. She walked back to the wardrobe across from the door and turned to the wardrobe on its right. She opened the doors and looked in disbelief at the ballroom-sized room of dresses.

"Why the hell Jareth has a bigger room for dresses than cloaks is anyone's guess." She muttered. Since the Labyrinth, Sarah lost her love for her fairy dresses and playing princess dress up. So Sarah walked over to the rack with everyday dresses that looked expensive (though they were the least elaborate), and chose three or four dresses and put them in the clothes bag. On her way out, though, a certain dress caught her eye. It was the dress from the ballroom fantasy in the Labyrinth. Sarah snarled at it and left the wardrobe, slamming the doors shut with a resounding *crack*. She didn't feel the remaining magic linger over her clothes bag as she hurried to the vault door, ecstatic that it was wide open. She ran out, past the goblin Perk, to the mine cart. She was relieved to sit in the cart, waiting patiently for the baffled goblin to scramble over the side into the cart. Sarah barely noticed the next twelve minutes. She was knocked back to reality when the cart came to a halt. She looked around and saw Karen waving quickly with Toby on her hip. Sarah walked over to her. Karen put her hand on Sarah's shoulder.

"What happened?" There was a frantic look on her face as she searched Sarah, noticing the belt pouches. She looked back at Sarah.

"I just went into the vault. Don't ask what conspired." She shook her head.

"How long was I in there?" Karen looked at her suspiciously, and then spoke as she handed Toby to Sarah to hold. Karen looked at her watch.

"Two to three hours. We were sitting over there," She pointed at the corner they were near, "the whole time." Sarah looked at her in disbelief.

"Two hours? I was only there for about one hour!" Perk shook his head. He glared at Sarah meaningfully.

"You forgets where we goes." Sarah stared at him until it clicked.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry Karen. I'll explain tonight. Let's go. Where do we have to go today?" Karen stared suspiciously, then went to look at the paper she had as they walked out through the hall to the main Gringott's chamber.

"Madame Malkin's robes for all occasions first, then the Apothecary. Flourish & Blotts for your books, then Olivanders for a wand. I think possibly a pet also, so we can keep contact. An owl, maybe." Sarah didn't answer. Karen almost walked into her and looked up and noticed that Sarah wasn't paying attention as she saw what was above the main door of the bank. Sarah looked up above the doors and gaped when she saw the portrait. Sarah stared disbelieving at the life-sized portrait of Jareth the Goblin King sitting on his throne, staring down at the actual Sarah, while his hand was on the shoulder of the Sarah in the portrait, who wasn't exactly opposing her position. She was wearing the same outfit as Jareth, except the white poet shirt was more agreeing with her figure than the V that opened down his chest. Under the portrait was a caption: Jareth, the Goblin King and Unsere Königin. Sarah couldn't decipher what the word associated with her meant, but she realized why the goblins were bowing to her as she quickly left Gringotts with her stepmother and brother. Karen immediately detoured her to Madame Malkins.

As Sarah walked in the front of the door, three brunettes walked out, the obvious eldest purposefully knocking shoulders with Sarah rubbed her sore shoulder, glaring at the sneering girl who was now facing her.

"Who are you now? Another mudblood?" The brunette sneered. The youngest girl, possibly eleven years old, pulled her older sister's sleeve.

"Bella, let's go. I wanna get some ice cream from Fortescue's!" Bella pushed her sister gently into her sister's arms.

"Cissy, take Andro to get some ice cream. I'm gonna teach little girl here not to mess with her superiors." She raised her nose. Sarah gritted her teeth in anger. She noticed Karen and Madame Malkin in the window, watching. It couldn't do to start throwing uncontrollable magic out now in public. Cissy stepped forward towards Bella, putting her hand on her shoulder.

"Bella, let me deal with her. I won't blow her up if I attack her." Bella snarled at Sarah, took her little sister's hand and left. Cissy watched them leave and turned to Sarah.

"Sorry about her, she's a hothead." Sarah grinned weakly at the blonde.

"That's Bellatrix Black, soon to be Lestrange, my older sister. She recently graduated from Hogwarts. I'm Narcissa Black, 6th year Slytherin at Hogwarts. My little sister who wanted ice cream was Andromeda. What's your name?" Sarah looked at Narcissa for a second. She was approximately 5'6" with flowing silver hair that went to her back. She had crystal blue eyes that sparkled and high cheekbones with elegantly arched eyebrows. She was absolutely without a doubt beautiful.

"I'm Sarah Williams, I'm from America. I'm transferring into Hogwarts from Connecticut." Narcissa grinned, clasping Sarah's outstretched hand.

"Hope you're a Slytherin. Good Luck." Sarah grinned at her new friend.

"Thanks. See you in school, Narcissa." Narcissa grimaced and shook her head.

"Call me Cissy, Narcissa's what my mother calls me." Sarah laughed and left Cissy, walking in the store. Karen looked at Sarah and turned to Madame Malkin. Sarah grinned as Karen adjusted Toby on her hip.

"Had either of you exchanged any words before watching what would happen between Bellatrix and I?" Madame Malkin coughed and Karen grinned.

"Nope!" Sarah laughed. Madame Malkin waved her wand, and a measuring tape appeared in the air. With another wave of her wand, it zoomed over to Sarah.

"Name so you can come back for it?" Madam Malkin paused with her quill on her clipboard. Sarah ignored the measuring tape zooming around her.

"Sarah Williams." The tape paused, then disappeared into the air. Sarah looked at the gaping witch who was halt in her tracks, staring at Sarah in shock. Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Please don't say he has another portrait in here." When Malkin's face changed from shock to bewilderment, Sarah shrugged, "Don't ask if you don't know." Madame Malkin walked over next to the dressing room and grabbed two dress boxes. She walked over to the door and put it in Sarah's arms, went to the back, and came out with two smaller boxes. She put them on top of Sarah's load and pushed her and Karen out of her shop. Sarah was confused. She yelled through the shut door.

"What about pay?" Madame Malkin answered through the window, frizzy hair noticeable through the stained glass.

"Already paid for." Sarah barely heard, the window muffling her voice.

"By whom?" She didn't hear an answer. Karen shrugged when Sarah looked at her confusedly, then they left.

Sarah proceeded to get her potions ingredients without a hitch and they went to Flourish and Blotts. When she went to the front, they gave her a stack of books without a word, already paid for mysteriously. Sarah wasn't sure she wanted to know who was her mysterious benefactor. She was afraid she already knew. All of the books included the ones from her school list and books about Sidhe and the Faerie Realm, and books related to the subject. She put the stack of books on the cart that she and Karen borrowed from Tom of the Leaky Cauldron. She already put the clothing boxes in the clothing pouch, but she still had a lot of boxes. Sarah turned to Karen, who was sharing an ice cream with Toby.

"What do we have left?" Karen shifted Toby, handing him the ice cream, and looked at the list.

"We need to get you a wand, and a pet. How about you go get the wand, and we'll choose your pet." Sarah grinned at Toby, who was attempting to clap with the ice cream. Karen skillfully put the list up and grabbed the ice cream as she pointed Olivander's shop out to Sarah. Sarah opened the first pouch Jareth gave her, handing a few galleons to Karen. Sarah pushed the hovering cart as she crossed the busy street. As she opened the door, a bell twinkled delicately. She put the cart to the side of the room and walked to the des. As her hand went to touch the desk bell, a crystal formed on her fingertips. She jumped slightly, then looked into the crystal as she noticed a scene was playing.

The room was even more dusty, and a boy with messy black hair, bright green eyes, and a lightning bolt scar on his forehead walked in the room similarly to Sarah, doing the same as her, except he didn't summon a crystal and he did ring the desk's bell. An older man with grizzly white hair wheeled into Sarah's view on a bookcase ladder and she heard him speak.

"I've wondered when I'd be meeting you, Ms. Williams." She looked up, startled, to see the man from her crystal in the same position before her, except he looked younger. She made the crystal *pop* from her grip and she faced the man, a grin on her face, hiding her confusion.

"And how do you know my name, Mr. Olivander?" The man smiled, his eyes warm, kind, and understanding.

"I know many things, my dear. More than you can ever imagine." He whispered. He faced the bookcase, looking through the wands.

"Your stepmother came here to buy her very first wand." Sarah blinked.

"Yes, she went to school in Salem, but my wands are world famous. You, I might not be able to help, though." Sarah tilted her head, asked playfully,

"Why ever not?" Olivander walked over to her and handed her a wand, staring at her straight in the eye.

"You are Leanan Sidhe." Sarah gulped, but he continued.

"I felt your energy when you came in. It's rather addicting to a wizard." He smiled in a grandfatherly sort of way.

"I know exactly which is yours." He took the wand that was lifeless in Sarah's hand and a spark ignited as he put it in the box. After Sarah went through every wand in the whole store, even trying Olivander's itself (That was rather interesting), Olivander sat heavily in his chair behind the desk opposite where Sarah pulled up a chair. Olivander raised his finger with a twinkle in his eye.

"I wonder." He shuffled back to his feet and went to the wall to the right side of the shop, and put his wand against one of the pale bricks.

"I, Olivander, summon the old crystal." The wall shuddered, rippling, and the brick touching the wand came out and hovered in the air. He turned to Sarah, who was wide-eyed at the current undertaking.

"This has been here since my great-grandfather started this shop. Supposedly a Sidhe Lord came to him and bestowed it to him, saying his prodigy would come for it. He's supported this shop since it was opened. I believe I have found the prodigy of my beneficiary." He reached into the hole and pulled out a box the size of his whole arm and as thick, and then he pulled out a smaller box half his arm size. He put the two on his desk and replaced the brick carefully. He opened the smaller box and pulled out a pair of leather gloves. Sarah recognized them immediately and was wary. He handed them to her, who was puzzled. He motioned to them as he sat in his chair, using his wand to tidy the boxes in the bookcases. She grabbed the gloves regardless of her suspicions, admiring the way there was no stitching shown at all. She could tell that magic made them, she could feel it just pour out of them, seep right into her skin. She carefully put the gloves on and felt them adjust to her hand, fitting perfectly like a second skin. She grudgingly knew already she wouldn't be able to take them off again, she tried to pull one off and was incapable. As she admired the Fae gloves, Olivander opened the longer box. Sarah looked over when a bright light filled the room. She shielded her eyes with one of her gloved hands. When the light died down, Sarah looked at Olivander who was now bowed before the box. She watched as he picked up the content of the box. It was a riding crop. Sarah pursed her lips, trying not to laugh at the irony. The riding crop needed no description, it was Jareth's. She recognized it immediately. With the crystal ball on the handle, the leather crop was the same as she remembered. She smiled ruefully as she held the riding crop with her left hand, whipping it onto her right palm. It just felt right in her hand, she could tell it was regulating her magic. Olivander watched her palming the whip.

"Understand, though, this isn't a wand. Your magic wouldn't function with a wand. You have crystal magic. This riding crop will help control the magic. You need only attach it to you somehow, and it'll be easier for you." He watched as she took the leather thong from her hair letting it loose, then tied the crop to her belt by the circular look on the end opposite the crystal. With a mere thought, the leather thong became a belt clasp. Sarah grinned as Olivander nodded approvingly. Sarah strutted for a moment, disturbingly like the King Olivander noticed, and walked over to Olivander, opening her moneybag as she went. Olivander shook his head and sat in his chair.

"Don't worry about it. I was hoping to find the destined owner of that sacred object." Sarah choked for a moment, then regained her composure. He cleared his throat and continued.

"All I require in exchange is your visit anytime you're in Diagon Alley so I can hear of your adventures." Sarah grinned at the older man.

"Of course I will. It's now a permanent fixture in my schedule." Sarah like Olivander a lot. He was nice and sincere. She smiled and then walked over to her cart. She touched the handle and closed her eyes. She placed her left hand onto the horse crop's handle and recited a few words quietly.

"May this heavy cart be smaller, somewhat quick and none the wiser. Quick into a bag you go, save me a heavy load for sure." Sarah felt a bag appear in her hand and grinned, opening her eyes slowly. She tied it to her belt, noticing how light her belt was. She looked up at Olivander, who was now behind her shoulder.

"Yours is Crystal magic. Its control is different from Wizard magic. They need a certain incantation and wave. You ca use a rhyme, or if you're more advanced, imagine what you need and it happens. You don't need your hands open, you have the element of surprise. Also, you're immune to Legimency, don't ask, its just handful." Olivander answered her unspoken question. He nudged her to the door and waved when she walked away. She turned and waved back.

"I won't forget to visit!" She walked back towards the Leaky Cauldron and tapped the bricks with her finger, and they moved so she could walk into the pub. As she walked past the first table, she heard a voice behind the counter. She turned slightly and saw Tom.

"Yer mum already is up, Sarah. How was your day shopping?" Sarah shrugged, sitting on the bar stool across from the barkeep, who was washing a cup. He motioned to it.

"Want a drink? On the house." He tempted, and Sarah grinned.

"Sure. What do you recommend?" Tom looked between the different drinks he had stacked. He looked back at her for a moment, grinning. He looked around the empty pub conspiratorially, then leaned over the counter to whisper,

"You're not human, so you don't apply to mortal restrictions. How's mead with a shot of firewhiskey? Can't tell anyone, though. Even though you's Fae, yer still technically underage." Sarah grinned back, loving Tom immediately. The moment she walked into the pub, Tom knew she wasn't mortal, but didn't say anything and they were instant friends. Tom poured mead into the cup but left the top quarter empty. He shot the last quarter of the cup with firewhiskey, and stirred it with a spoon to mix. Sarah took the drink gratefully and toasted him before taking a long draught. The alcohol burned the back of her throat on the way down, but then was overcome with the honey from the mead. Sarah savored the sensation of her first drink as she drank the mixture down. As she pushed the cup back across the counter, her senses acute but not actually feeling any of the typical alcohol affects, Tom looked at her grinning.

"You're the second person I've ever seen not effected by that drink, ever." Sarah leaned her head on her hand, elbow propped on the bar looking at him completely in control of her faculties.

"You're the first under 20 year old I've seen not sloshed after that, also." Sarah narrowed her eyebrows in thought.

"Who was the first?" Sarah looked at the man who was pensive.

"Actually, it was earlier. Wizard without a wand with silver blonde hair. It was all spiky like you wouldn't believe, and had mismatched eyes. Kinda like yours, but blue instead of green." Sarah was gripping the middle of the crop, but her head shot up with his last comment.

"What was that? Mismatched?" She croaked and he nodded confused. He put his rag on the counter and looked into her eyes briefly.

"Yeah. How couldn't you know? Thing's kinda obvious." He walked away as she ran up the stairs to her room.

(A/N I am continuing papersoul's Peach Flavored Dreams, with their express permission. Please R/R!!! I want feedback!!! I don't know how i'm doing without you telling me!!! please critique, no flames!!! if you don't R/R, I'll send a goblin after you!!!)