Harry Potter, Heir of the Underground
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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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'thoughts'

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…:: Part Three ::…

~Harry POV~

It's strange to think about Hogwarts. I love it there with all my friends; the amusement and quiet wonder whether you're walking into a prank from the Weasley twins. As much as I love the goblins and the city, there is always the feeling that I'm torn in two. Maybe it's the wizard in me that loves Hogwarts that much but it's the Fae in me that loves the pranks and anarchy.

However, there is always that nagging feeling in the back of my mind that tells me that I am completely different to everyone else. I know I am, I mean, who else can conjure glass balls with a flick of their hand and then change that into something else altogether? Besides my father of course, but it's not just that. I am the boy-who-lived, and it seems like the wizarding world cannot forget that fact but they can overlook the fact that I am still a child.

The evening that I was sorted I first learnt how this world reacts to something unexpected. I was Harry Potter; I was expected to be a Gryffindor and act like their saviour. Did everyone forget the fact that I was an eleven-year-old Fae? Even Blaise and Draco looked at me weirdly, like they couldn't believe that their friend Harry was Harry Potter.

That evening in the common room, the older Slytherin's gave us first-years a talk about proper Slytherin-etiquette. Later, a group cornered me and tried to scare me, hello! I was the Prince of the Goblins; it was almost like they didn't think I could use magic, which is a contradiction as I was the one who defeated Voldemort, did I not use magic then? Anyway, I outed myself to the House as a parseltongue as I conjured three glass balls and as a consequence had three snakes slithering at my feet, obeying my every hiss. Draco and Blaise later told me that I had gained the respect of the House and was regarded as one of their own.

That's the thing about Slytherin's; they don't just accept what they are told. Even though I had been placed in the Serpent House, I still had to be tested, but no one expected me to have five sixth years cowering at my feet. I think father was angry at first, but amusement shone in his eyes as I told him on the snakes.

It was later that week that I first encountered the Weasley twins again. The only difference from our last meeting at platform nine-and-three-quarters was that I was sporting leopard skin hair. They were impressed that I could reverse it so quickly, but then it does help if your sixth year mentor is coming around the corner while you're trying to 'finite incantem' it.

By the end of our first month, I had recruited Blaise and Draco in an attempt to out-prank the twins. Something that was rather difficult to do, despite my upbringing with the goblins.

At the end of our first year, Blaise, Draco and I were completely solid friends. Even though Draco's father was a supported of Voldemort, Drake helped Blaise and I destroy the Philosopher's Stone, something that could have helped Voldemort return to power with that useless Professor Quirrell by his side … well sharing his head … or something like that, I'm not too sure. But they were there, by my side and have been ever since.

Even in second year when everyone thought I was the heir of Slytherin. Yeah, so I'm a parseltongue and a Fae, doesn't mean I want to do a Voldemort and go start raving crazy and kill a load of people! Even though the three of us defied Mr Malfoy's wishes and went after the creature in the Chamber of Secrets he didn't really mind that much, especially after a pure-blooded Ravenclaw had been petrified.

Third year, I got to meet my godfather and Professor Lupin. Even though Pettigrew got away, I was still content to write to Sirius. I even took him to the Goblin City to meet Jareth. Padfoot's eyes filled with mischief as he got to know the real goblins and not the hype about them. Sure they can be very fierce, but they are really good at creating chaos.

In fourth year, I suffered being a Triwizard Champion. I got to know Ron Weasley better because of it, but not in a good way. Even though I'd seen him around and been to his house before, I hadn't really known him, but I did get to know him then. He really did think that I was a selfish, attention-seeking brat now matter what I did or his brother's told him. He really was jealous, especially after the first task when Charlie gave me a congratulations hug. On the day of the third task, Jareth came … and had fun scaring a lot of people. I remember Fred, George, Blaise and Draco laughing at some of the antics of the goblins that had accompanied my father. But really, the goblins were quite well behaved for themselves.

Memories of that night still scares me sometimes, but there's not much I can do about it, it is part of my life and it helped me become me … and the saviour again.

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"You nervous Harry?" Cedric asked me.

"Sorta, but not too bad. I'm used to mazes and goblins, hopefully this won't be as hard as the Labyrinth though," I replied, "How about you?"

"Slightly nervous. There's loads of people watching. What about you Fleur, you okay?"

"I think so," Fleur said, her French accent apparent in her speech, "It 'as been an 'onour to meet you both."

"Sounds like you think we're going into battle," I laughed, "Viktor, reckon you'll send up red sparks?"

"I hope not, but like Fleur said, it has been an honour to compete against you, all of you," Viktor replied.

"Well good luck to us all and may the best man, or woman win," Cedric said, ever the gentlemen.

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Cedric and I portkeyed into this cemetery. Before I could even get a shield up green light flashed at us and Cedric dropped to the ground, lifeless. And then the traitor, Wormtail, started the dark potion to return Voldemort to his former glory.

Bone of father

Flesh of servant

Blood of enemy

Even as he rose from the cauldron, I was still trying to loosen the bonds that bound me to that headstone. I was forced to listen to his speech which I found quite interesting actually. It really was amazing how a Head Boy of Hogwarts could have become such a stark raving lunatic. Maybe it was being separated from his body for thirteen years. Or maybe that was what Hogwarts had done to him, which doesn't say a lot about Hogwarts, the times really must have changed. But the fact remained that his Death Eaters apparated into the cemetery and I was forced to duel.

It wasn't that bad, I was able to use my wand Fae powers, which meant that I could call on the goblins. I almost felt sorry for the guy. He didn't appreciate how protective the goblins are of me and that they are awesome fighters. He was utterly destroyed within an hour of regaining his body. I shattered his soul and sent the pieces to the deepest reaches of Hell and then set his body alight along with Wormtail. The remaining Death Eaters were given a choice, to relinquish any thoughts they had of world domination they still had and go back to their lives; or if they still wanted Voldemort's dream, then they could die by my hand or be handed over to the Ministry. Wisely they all chose their lives back.

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I think many realized that Voldemort was a lunatic, or it could have been that they were afraid of me. The truth was, though, that I was afraid of the power I held and the hatred that built up inside of me. Father said it was something that has always been a part of me and will always be. Hogwarts was torn, to celebrate the utter destruction of Voldemort or to mourn the young man whose life was taken before he could even defend himself.

In the Slytherin common room, we partied. Our head prefect, Franceso Burns, called for quiet around midnight and proposed a toast to Cedric and I. True we were Slytherin, but many had grown up with parents who were Death Eaters, some who wanted out when Voldemort was alive, some who thought his dream was ideal but was unrealistic and some that doubted him entirely after being defeated by a small infant. We were finally free and the stigmata that surrounded our house were lifted, slightly.

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 "Harry, we raise our glasses to you. Voldemort was a fool, he crossed you once and you defeated him. Anyone here who has crossed you at all knows never to do it again, and Voldemort died for his mistake. Finally many of our parents are free and you were the one to free them. On behalf of my family, I personally thank you. Slytherin's, to Harry!"

"You Harry!" The House shouted.

"The Goblin Prince!" I heard Blaise and Draco shout. The House of Snakes all joined together and laughed, something that was not always heard in our common room.

When we were quiet again, Fran spoke again, "And we must not forget Diggory. True he was a Hufflepuff, but he was a complete Hufflepuff. He was a school champion and did do us proud even if Harry won, and was the better champion." Loud cheers followed that statement. But it was not in an unkind way, Cedric was not one of us, but it was part of the school and a part of us, in a weird way.

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Compared to the other years, my fifth year was relatively normal. I spent most of it pranking Fred and George when I should have been revising for my OWLs, but they should also have been revising for their NEWTs. I roped Blaise and Drake into helping me help the twins start up their joke shop with the money that I gave them from the Triwizard tournament winnings. It was there that Drake started to smile again. His mother died along with his unborn baby brother not long into our fifth year.

Blaise is always there and up for a prank, no matter how dirty he has to get. He's the one that no one really knows, but once you're his friend, you are for life.

Draco is up for pranks but nothing that might make him crack a nail (awww, bless) and that could make him lose house-points. Even if he does not show it, Drake's father means a lot to him, especially after his mother died. No one knew she was pregnant and it hit both Drake and Mr Malfoy hard. Draco has always wanted another sibling, and although Blaise and I are close to him, it is not the same. But he pulled through that with as much love for life as he had in the first place.

Fred and George, what can you say about them? They are crazy, but not Voldemort crazy.

I cannot imagine not having those four in my life. They make it so much fun. But besides them, I have the rest of the Slytherins, some select friends in other houses and, of course, Bill and Charlie Weasley. Even though I do not get to see them much, they are still important to me. Ginny Weasley says that there should be a health warning when the four Weasley's and I get together because we are dangerous to everyone's mental health. 

I am still waiting on the OWL results to see which course I can do next year, but it should not be too long now. I cannot help but smile as I think of my friends; they really are what makes life worth living.

~ End of POV~