Chapter 1:

Jareth's POV

When I went to check on my goblins at Gringotts I never thought I would see the one.

A small boy with messy, midnight-black hair and bright, sapphire-blue eyes hidden behind dark, heavy bangs was walking towards the bank. He was being escorted by his parents. Behind him was a younger child, probably his brother, with dull black hair and green eyes behind glasses. On the younger boy's forehead was an unusual scar: a lightning bolt.

I turned away from them to talk with the head goblin, Raganok. "Do you know anything about those humans?" I asked him.

He looked surprised but quickly grunted, "Of course, my King. The one with the scar is the famous Boy-Who-Lived. The others are his family." His voice was hoarse and oily. I suppressed my distaste. Just cause they're my subjects doesn't mean they don't gross me out sometimes. At least I had the looks of a human. Perks of being a king.

"What about the other one?" I asked. The interesting one.

"He is the oldest by about a year. He goes to Hogwarts as a first-year, though I do not know what house."

"Hmm..." I turned on my heel to leave, but stopped.

I nearly stopped breathing. The older boy was only four feet away from me. The rest of his family was farther down the hall. Only four steps separated me from the one I had finally found. I couldn't help but notice how his beautiful blue eyes sparkled.

"Hello, what's your name, little one?" I had to know.

"Uh... Jay. My name is Jay," he replied nervously. I committed his soft voice to memory before I answered his questioning look.

"My name is Jareth." I tried to start a conversation. "I heard you go to Hogwarts," he nodded. "Which house are you in?"

He muttered, "Slytherin, though my father hates it."

"Why?"

A dark look came into his eyes. "He says Slytherins and everything about them are vile and cruel." He gave me a look. "Do you think Slytherins are vile?"

Heck no. "Of course not."

He wasn't convinced. "Why?"

I gave a huge grin. "Because you're in it." This seemed to make him really happy. Oh, how different he looked when he smiled. He seemed to shine from within.

However, my elation at his joy was short-lived as his expression became sad. Watching his little brother run up and down the hall without a care in the world he said, "I'm not telling you anything about my brother, am I?"

In my opinion, who cares? But just to be polite I asked, "What do you mean?"

Now he looked slightly upset. "Many only want to know me because I'm brother to the Boy-Who-Lived and-" He suddenly shut his mouth and looked past me, his face going pale.

I turned to see his family walking towards us. Jay's brother looked surprisingly innocent even though he just disturbed all the goblins with his shenanigans. To my surprise, the little devil bounced right up to me and said, "Hello, sir. I'm Harry Potter."

Hmm, so this is Harry Potter. I examined him critically. He wasn't all that remarkable looking. Just another boy in the human population. It was so hard to believe that he, as plain as he was, was brother to my exotic Jay.

My disinterest clearly made him mad. An angry look momentarily twisted his thin face before he tried to look unconvincingly innocent.

The father shifted a bit. He seemed nervous as he addressed me, "Ah- Sir, I was wondering if you could take us to our vaults so we could talk about something dreadfully important," he said, a bland, but wary smile on his face.

These people had no idea who he was messing with. He has no right to command me like I was his subject! I wasn't completely paying attention though. The father, who I guessed was pure-blood and who looked extraordinarily like a brown-haired Harry, had just put his grubby hand on my boy! Anyways, I knew they were talking about the goblins side of the war. I wonder how far he'll take it though. Any fool knows that goblins never take a side. With clenched teeth I asked him, "Talk about what?"

"Ah-"

The mother cut in. "About the war. We need to discuss your opinion on it." I eyed the woman irritably. She had pale skin the color of weak milk, faded red hair, and Harry's washed out green eyes. In fact, compared to all of them, my pretty little Jay was the most distinguished. What a family.

"Well Miss-?"

"Lily Potter," she answered haughtily.

I'm guessing she's a Muggle-born. That made Jay a half-blood.

"Well Miss Potter," I continued, "you should know that goblins as a whole are never on any side of a war. Besides, why should I take you to your vault?"

Harry suddenly burst out, "So you could take me! I want the Goblin King! Not some crummy old ugly one! I'm the Boy-Who-Lived! Harry Potter! What I want, I get because I saved you and everyone else from You-Know-Who!"

There was a dead silence after he stopped whining. All the goblins that were busy measuring gold and jewels stopped working and stared at him. I for one nearly blasted the insolent brat off the face of the earth for thinking that! The only thing that stopped me was Jay's frightened expression. I guess killing his brother wouldn't really go well with him.

I cleared my throat loudly. The goblins immediately went back to work. I rounded on Harry. "You, boy," I thundered," you do not command me! I could take every little Sickle you and your parents have and leave you penniless on the streets! And that's me being nice! Do not test me!"

Eh, I think I over did it. The whole family stiffened and went pale. As they scurried away, I caught Jay's eye. He mouthed 'sorry' and indicated his brother. I nodded and smiled apologetically, watching as he walked out of sight.

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