Harry Potter, Heir of the Underground
E-mail: twilight_witch@mindless.com
Pairing:
HP/??

Rating: At the moment PG but will go up
Feedback: Absolutely love it
Disclaimer: Wish I did own the characters of Harry Potter and The Labyrinth but I don't
Warning: This is gonna be a SLASH fic!

Summary: At the age of five years old Harry and Dudley watch The Labyrinth and Dudley wished Harry away, the Goblin King has a problem because a wish is a wish but Harry is Harry Potter
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Author's notes: It's a challenge fic from Simone (flaming_sappire@yahoo.com).
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"spoken"
'thoughts'

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....:: Part Two ::....

Cheerily, the eleven year-old Fae whistled as Madam Malkin pinned up his robes.

"That's a lovely tune," the old seamstress commented friendly.

"Thank you, my father taught it to me," Harry replied.

The shop bell chimed and a silver haired boy walked in with a woman of the same coloured hair. "Good morning, my son needs his Hogwarts robes."

"Alright Draco," Harry greeted amicably, smirking at the bemused expressions on the faces of the Malfoy's and Madam Malkin.

"Draco," the woman said, almost sneering at the young boy in front of her, "do you know this," the woman seemed to be searching for the appropriate word, "commoner?"

"Of course not mother, he's probably just heard about me," Draco smirked at the boy.

"Now, now, Draco, that isn't a nice way to greet an old friend," Harry smirked back at the now bewildered boy.

After a few seconds of thought, the Malfoy heir's eyes widened, "No way!" His haughty demeanour slipping a bit, "It can't be you!"

"Nice to know you recognise people who are your friends," Harry grinned at him.

"Draco? I thought you did not know him," Mrs Malfoy said.

"I didn't think I did," Draco said to his mother. "So what are you doing here?" the silver-eyed boy questioned.

Harry looked down at his feet and then back at the blond boy, "Well it looks like I'm getting fitted for some robes, but I could be wrong. You never know what could happen when you enter the human world."

The two women gasped, "You're not human?" Madam Malkin whispered.

"Well yes and no, my biological parents were a wizard and witch but they died, and so Jareth adopted me and I became a Fae," Harry explained as if this was an everyday occurrence.

"Harry's the Heir of the Underground, the Goblin Prince," Draco placated his slightly unsettled mother.

The woman instantly became warmer to him, "Well it is very nice to meet you Harry," she held out her hand which young man took cordially.

"And it is nice to meet you," Harry smiled at the Malfoy matriarch and turned to Madam Malkin, "So are we finished?"

"Yes, dear, I hope you have a lovely time at Hogwarts dear," the woman handed the boy a shopping bag with the requested robes as she put the gold in the register.

"Thanks!" Harry jumped off the stool, "I have to run, father wants me to learn more about Gringotts, see ya on the train Drake!"

"Drake?" Draco questioned never having a nickname given to him before.

"Yeah, sounds better. Catch you later," and Harry re-entered Diagon Alley. The usual summer crowds barely even took note of the odd boy as he skipped across the alley. Harry made his way to Ollivander's to buy his wand.

The owner of the wand store had yet to encounter an individual half as interesting as the young Faye. There were times that the child knew that the wand was wrong even before he removed it from its box and the wand that chose him decided to include bubbles, which appeared to display the entire spectrum, instead of just the normal sparks when the boy swished it.

It was a half an hour before the boy could make an appearance at Gringotts. He found his father holding an in-depth conversation with a group of wizards.

Harry turned to the counter of goblins and started talking to one that he had met earlier.

"Oplare, Griphook," Harry greeted the goblin in their own language.

"Oplare, Master Harry," Griphook greeted back. "Did you enjoy your shopping trip in Diagon Alley?"

"Yep, I met an old friend," At the goblin's blank face Harry added, "his friend wished him away, but he got out all right."

"I'm sure that the King was happy with that," Griphook said wryly.

"Actually he was, Drake wouldn't stop whining," Harry grinned at the goblin and then looked to his left where a girl and boy were staring at him. Both blushed as he caught them staring.

The boy said shyly, "S-sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, it's just I've never heard that language before."

The girl nodded as if to reaffirm the boy's statement.

Harry laughed, "Oh, sorry, it's the common language that goblins use."

"How come you know that? My father's part of the ministry and he says that the languages of creatures like goblins aren't widely known. Only a few adults speak it and yet you seem to speak fluently," the boy continued in the same breath.

"I have spent most of my childhood in the company of goblins as my father is the Goblin King, so I picked the language up there. It is kind of useful to be able to speak it when that's all that most goblins speak," Harry grinned at the two other children, "I'm Harry by the way."

"Oh, Hi, I'm Ernie, Ernie Macmillan," the boy chirped.

"Hi, I'm Lavender Brown," the girl blushed as Harry nodded at her.

"Harry!" A voice called. All three turned and saw a tall man with long blond hair staring in their direction. He wore tight grey pants, a white shirt and leather tunic.

"He looks weird," Lavender whispered.

"That's because he's a Fae, like me. And he's my father," Harry whispered back with a small grin. "See you later."

Harry walked over to where Jareth stood and together, they disappeared in a silent flash.

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Harry smiled as he emerged from the scarlet train. It had taken about seven hours to travel from Kings Cross to the Hogsmeade train station and Harry had spent his time chatting to Blaise and Draco and laughing at the look of pure horror that a girl called Pansy Parkinson had on her face when she noticed a tarantula that was crawling next to her. Two identical red- headed boys and one with dreadlocks had appeared and removed the thing. The twins had seemed familiar to Harry who started a conversation with them. He found out that they were Charlie Weasley's brothers, the boy who had looked after him on his first trip to Hogwarts.

The exterior of the castle looked different from the last time Harry had seen it, but as he thought, it was night time now and it has been six years, so of course it would have changed.

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'A hat? That's what's going to judge me?' Harry thought amusedly as he stared at the old hat. 'Lovely.'

Harry watched as the witch called out names and placed the hat on their heads only to shout out the name of a house moments later.

"Potter, Harry," she called, her tone not wavering between his name and the last.

"Harry Potter? Which one is he then?" Blaise whispered to him as he looked around him trying to guess.

"Does it matter?" Harry asked his friend. Blaise looked at him with an 'Are you kidding?' expression.

Harry shook his head in puzzlement and step forward, ignoring the gasps and sat on the stool.

[Hmmm, an eager young mind, a Fae, powerful, and an heir to boot, only one place for you then, SLYTHERIN]

The last part the hat shouted and Harry walked to the table that was politely cheering their new housemate. Harry sat down next to Draco who was looking at him oddly.

Finally the Sorting finished and Harry looked at his friends with a puzzled expression.

"Something wrong?" Harry questioned with a raised eyebrow, when the silence had lengthened.

"You never told us you were Harry Potter," Draco said still in a slight daze.

"You never asked," Harry said simply, "what does it matter anyway?"

Blaise choked as he tried to swallow some Pumpkin juice. "What does it matter?" he repeated. "You're like the saviour of the whole world," he stared at the green-eyed boy in question.

"Or if you want to think of it another way, the downfall of the Dark Lord, so you're at the top of You-Know-Who's allies list," Draco added helpfully.

"I survived a curse that no one else has. So what? Big deal, loads of other people deserve fame more than I do, and to top it off, I don't want it," Harry said.

"Well hate to be the downer of this conversation mate, but you're hot news, and you're fame is just the start of you're problems," Blaise said.

"Yeah, you're a Slytherin, one of the supposedly dark house and you're a light saviour. The two shouldn't really mix," Draco commented lightly.

"Oh," Harry blinked, "Well people will just have to get used to it, I suppose."