A/N: Welcome to Part 2 of Veela and Her Wolf, if you have not read that please do so, as this story is not a stand alone piece.
IRL The wife has been out of town this week and as a bonus you lovely readers get the next installment 4 weeks earlier than I thought would happen!
Darker story, as war has now been declared. Possible threats of rape may happen, but no actual rape will occur in most likely any of my stories so no trigger stuff there. Probably torture to some degree, not sure how many chapters this will be but it definitely won't be a short 2-3 chapter stint, we're in for the long haul here.
Everybody still here? Good! Crossover story with Labyrinth, as well as Twilight, but at the heart of it, it is still a Harry Potter story.
Would it be a stretch to think that I've been listening to the Labyrinth soundtrack for extra inspiration…or David Bowie this week…oh who am I kidding, as a true child of the 80's I have been loving it.
Characters will be as they were in the last story slightly OC to suit the needs of the story and we have moved past the world of HP cannon, let's see where the wind takes us.
To begin chapters will switch off between Hermione and Fleur, picking up right where we left off. Fleur had been port keyed by the Tri Wizard cup by Victor.
Disclaimers: will have smut therefore NSFW chapters, torture, cursing, femslash and gay wonderfulness in this story so if that isn't your thing turn back while you still can! Also I don't own anything, not Harry Potter, Twilight, nor Labyrinth..shocker!
Fleur
Screaming at the pull of apparation, feeling she had been sucked through a straw. Fleur scrunched up her eyes tightly, lungs expelling her pain.
They were unceremoniously dropped in the center of what appeared to be an old courtyard. Hard stone underneath her as she lay on her backside trying to right the swirling world surrounding her. Blood dropped from a cut from her temple where she was knocked hard on the descent and her body was already bruised from the final task.
Fleur knew that she was now captured. She could feel the anti-apparation wards surrounding this vast area.
Her heart ached for her wolf, her Hermione, her everything…but she shook her head. She would need all of her facilities to survive and outsmart whomever had captured her.
Escape
Evade
Run!
Three words she had go over and over in her head like a mantra. She would survive this, she would return to her love.
She thanked her lucky stars for what she had in her boots. Her bookworm had prepared her for anything in the undetectable extension charm, hidden away. She would bide her time when she might use those items. It would be as a last resort to search through them, needing them would mean that she would have no wand or other weapons. She would try other avenues first…if only her head and limbs didn't feel so heavy and the world would only stop spinning.
She knew that Harry was not with them, and that meant her wolf knew she had been taken, with that knowledge alone she knew a rescue attempt would be made eventually. If she could not escape, she could bide her time if she had to, her mate would find her, if this she had no doubts. Hermione would not lie down, she would fight tooth and nail for her. Fleur smiled at that thought, and decided it was time to sit up and survey the area.
Victor had scurried off somewhere after landing and for a moment she thought she might be alone. That feeling was short lived as she sat up. A huge horned furry animal to her right howled a low song. This echoing timber surprisingly summoned mighty rocks to roll around her, seemingly of their own volition. The rocks quickly encompassed the Veela, effectively trapping her from further movements.
'Thank you for that Ludo'.
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That voice
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Fleur would know that voice from anywhere.
A chill ran down her spine. It was the Goblin King himself. She had heard tale her whole life from her grand-mère about being weary of Goblins, not trusting them and tales of the Goblin King's cruel reign.
She turned her head slightly and looked at the only somewhat human looking Goblin in existence.
'I assume zat I have been taken to ze fabled lost Goblin City'
'Clever girl'
Jareth mused
'Although, those brains won't help you now.' He laughed cruelly
'No, now is when you will learn to be resigned to your fate.
What a pity.'
Jareth continued as he walked slowly around Fleur.
'By now your seemingly heroic act will all but assure the world will know of my intentions. This is my declaration of war. The port key heard around the magical world if you will…'
'You won't win!' Fleur managed out, the rocks allowing minimal movement
'Ahh but you forget, us Goblin folk are cunning indeed. Do you not think we would have preemptively struck wizarding kind without allies, without a plan, without knowing exactly what would happen once the ball began rolling?'
'You forget we know you are weak, the stories may be old by now, but they are still told by my kind.' Fleur defiantly stated
'Oh and what stories are those, I do hope you would enlighten me.'
Jareth asked with much disdain, disbelieving that this girl knew anything of him, beyond his name.
'Selene…no, Cindy...zat wasn't…
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Sarah'
He had continued to walk around the champion, until she got to the last name. He blanched…she knew…
Fleur raised an eyebrow noting his reaction, choosing to play on his weakness, after all, she knew the tales well.
'Ah yes zat waz her name, Sarah wasn't eet?'
'What do you know of it girl?' he spat
'I know zat she left you, humiliated you… it must hurt knowing she left you, not for another man, but so she simply could grow up.
After you gave her everyzing , turned the world upside down for her, but you didn't realize she had yet to let go of her childish ways, she was a teenage whiny muggle, one that didn't believe in our world. The journey you forced upon her nearly sent her to the muggle loony bin, did you know zat?
She waz an impulsive teenager, I'll give you zat, saddled with being responsible for her much younger brother. Caught between a child, clinging to her toys, and yet yearning for the freedom of adulthood. But truthfully Jareth…really, lusting after un bebe…only fifteen year old?'
Jareth scowled deeply at the Veela.
'Watch your tongue girl.'
'Oh really, can't take the truth? Does eet hurt?'
Jareth got chillingly still and gritted out loudly
'Don't tell me truth hurts little girl, because it hurts like hell!'
Taking a deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily he recomposed himself.
' Nevertheless, I will have what I and my brethren are due one way or another.'
He got a wicked smile as silence stretched on beyond what was comfortable.
'I suppose congratulations are in order.'
Fleur just stood there confused. The quick turn of conversation giving her whiplash.
'Tell me…what do you plan on naming it?'
Fleur blinked owlishly. For the life of her she didn't know what he was rambling on about.
'Just what do you mean? Crazy old man…' muttering the last part in French
'I suppose you truly don't know.'
Jareth laughed and continued staring almost offhandedly as he inspected his nails.
'You and your young mate sired a child, by the smell of it, it happened last night, filthy beasts don't know how to shower when they are done defiling one another, I could smell the stink all over you when you arrived.'
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At this bombshell Fleur stumbled back, shaking her head and unconsciously placing one hand protectively around her flat belly through the rocks.
'Wha…?! Un petit? But…how?' Fleur let out as an almost prayer tears dropping wildly out of her eyes looking down.
Jareth sneered triumphantly
' Yes Veela, it grows in your belly as we speak. The specifics are of no consequence to me.'
He said dismissively
'The tiny being's magic beats meekly but it will grow stronger day by day.'
Fleur smiled as she closed her eyes.
'My wolf, my Hermione look what we created.'
Fleur muttered happily to her belly. Her happiness, however was short lived, as the Goblin King took great pleasure in continuing.
' That little one is to be my future.'
Fleur was broken out of her happy bubble.
'What do you mean Monsieur?'
Ignoring the question he continued on as if she hadn't spoken
' That baby may have just saved you from an early demise, and definitely saved you from the beatings I had planned so meticulously for you Veela.
The ultimate prize of this war will be for your young one growing to be my new Prince. Of course you won't be alive to witness their reign, I have no use for you after you carry your flea ridden mate's spawn to term. The sweet justice of the supposed 'light' side losing their heart will drive your wolfy beast insane, what a pity…but they brought it on themselves. This surprising bundle of joy, happily changed my plans!'
Jareth gleefully states, then continued on is diatribe.
'A great muggle saying states that- those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it…well the wizards and witches never learned that us Goblins are a proud race, and they should have known better than for us to be treated no better than slaves! Forced to be their bank tellers, and refusing to allow us even basic wands! We are looked upon with such disdain and mistrust, well we can no longer endure it. The Goblin Rebellions of the past are much less a cautionary tale as they once were. A subjugated species will remain that way only for so long before the inevitable happens.
This could have been easily avoided on their side of things, but you! Veela, you are magical beasts same as I, yet you are free.
However, our score to settle with your clan goes farther back than you may realize. The Delacours specifically have a debt to settle, one which I will gladly collect in the form of your corpse and child…but enough about that, that is a story for you to ponder and I will illuminate just why your death will be such a victory for my brethren at a later date…
When your brat takes the potion I am concocting as we speak, and transforms the filthy half-breed into a pure royal goblin child, one to be feared, strong and fierce, our plan will be complete and world domination will be but a thing of inevitability.
Think about that Veela, as you sit in your dungeon you will be sequestered in, and know this…your friends can not save you anymore, you might as well accept your fate, no one is coming for you. As of today your days are numbered…I'd say about nine months to be exact.'