I should be working on a previously started story but since when has that stopped me? I'm putting this in the Labyrinth fandom because no one in the Harry Potter Fandom will know who I'm talking about .
Do you really think I own Labyrinth or Harry Potter?
This was it. The Order of the Phoenix was all but lost. Harry was a spell away from being killed and Voldemort was laughing. Meanwhile Neville Longbottom was lying on the ground with his wand 3 feet away from him. He couldn't move with a Death Eater killing him but he could save Harry with his wand. He prepared to speak.
" I wish the goblins would come and take Voldemort and the death Eaters away, right now!" Neville shut his eyes tight and briefly wondered where Trevor was. He opened his eyes seconds later and discover that a gloved hand was waving itself above his head.
" You're the G-g-goblin King ar-ren't you? He stammered out. He got up and looked at him. The Goblin King smiled and replied,
" Yes I am. And you must be Neville. Pleased to meet you, I'm Jareth. I'm assuming you don't want to even try to run my Labyrinth for the bunch you wished away?" Neville looked down at his feet, and then up at Jareth, then looked back down at his feet.
"Umm... no not particularly. In fact I'd prefer if you locked them up somewhere." Jareth created a crystal and started to roll it around.
" I see. By the way how is your Aunt Sarah?" Neville blushed.
"Still a bit miffed at the bath incident"
" Such a pity. By the way I found your toad. He was in my lilies." Jareth reached into a coat pocket and handed Neville Trevor.
" Thank you," Jareth caught Harry looking up at him and promptly poofed out.
" Neville, who was that man?"
"Where am I!" Voldemort hissed.
" In a oubliette,"
"I didn't want you to answer that Wormtail"...Wormtail?"
What master?"
"It's dark... I don't like the dark."