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'
~\parseltongue/~
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Author's Notes: Hey, if you haven't heard, or read, Heir of the underground has been slightly revised. Part III is new and the other parts have just been changed around slightly with the wording. It's not vital to read them, but part III gives an outlook of the years that I've skipped to get to Harry's sixth year.
Apologises for the total lack of update in the past months *hangs head in shame*
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....:: Part Four ::....
"I wouldn't go that way if I were you," Harry called cheerfully down to the human below him.
Jumping in fright the human girl looked frantically around her, seeing no one, she continued on her way.
"Very well, have it your way," Harry called after her. "You'll only become royalty if you go that way."
Startled the girl stopped and looked around again, but not up to where Harry was sitting. Harry chuckled, ~ One princess of the Bog of Eternal Stench coming right up, father will be pleased ~
Harry Potter, the Heir to the Underground jumped up and tracked the young girl's progress through the Labyrinth. He was six foot two and slightly muscular. His long black hair fell lightly into his green eyes, which sparkled with mischief.
As his sixteenth birthday had passed Harry had reached the Fae's coming of age. His powers had reached an all time high and he was feeling good. There was one aspect of his Fae nature that bothered Harry slightly: his mate and how he found the one person, or creature, that was his equal in everyway.
It was the way that his father had said 'or creature' that was really bothering him. True he was the Prince of the Goblins, but that did not mean he wanted to mate with a goblin. He would much prefer a human, but apparently, it was not up to him.
"When you find the one, you will know," Jareth had said. 'But how was he supposed to know? Would Cupid put in an appearance and say, "this is your mate"?'
~This year, Hogwarts certainly will have a stir in its foundations~ Harry thought. ~Probably be as big as when I first got there. Harry Potter a Slytherin. Blithering idiots, have they no shame? I am just a kid, no one special but to them. Then again, I did save them all from Voldemort, twice. On the other hand that might have something to do with the fact that the second time Father was there to help me out when Voldemort tried to use me to help in his resurrection that night in the cemetery ~
Harry was making his way to the Bog of Eternal Stench for his favourite hobby. Watching people try to fathom their way around it was amusing to watch and he definitely enjoyed it. Not many actually fell in, but it was worth the watching to see the stunts they pulled and the faces at the horrible smell.
A scream filled the air, followed by the sound of shrieking.
"Hey!" Harry called, "Give it a break will ya? Some of us like the use of our eardrums!"
She started screaming again, and Harry being the honorary Gryffindor that he was, he magicked her out of there, but there was nothing he could do about the smell. Only Jareth had that power and the Goblin King took great pride in the number of times he had removed the stench: absolutely zero times.
As the girl began to get on his nerves, Harry decided he needed to find some humans that were not as irritating as this one and shimmered into his father's throne room, which was filled with noisy goblins as usual.
"Hey father, is it all right if I go see Fred and George? I want to know how their joke shop is working out," he asked.
"I suppose, how is that girl doing?" Jareth asked.
Harry grinned evilly, "I'm not sure, but I'm beginning to think that she didn't wish her friend away because she thought she smelled. The girl smells a lot worse now, father."
Jareth smirked, "Did you not warn her about the Bog?"
"Of course, but she didn't take any notice of me. But then I did say that she'd become royalty if she went that way. I just didn't mention the fact that it would be the Princess of Malefic Odour," the young Fae disappeared with a smirk.
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Harry's honorary Gryffindor status had been awarded to him by Fred and George Weasley. They relished the amount of Chaos he could create when he was not thinking about it and they bowed to his skills of creating total anarchy when he set his mind to it.
Of course, he was not the only Slytherin who knew how to pull a prank. Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy were professionals too, but they prefer to stay in the shadows and let Harry take the heat for many of their pranks, because after all, they were Slytherins.
'Weasley Wizarding Wheezes' was the latest shop in Diagon Alley. One that Harry was very proud of. It was his money that had started his friends out on their quest in making the world a happier place. Of course, it was by the creation of heaps of pranks and jokes and he fully supported all their decisions. The money from the Triwizard tournament had set their careers into full swing and Harry had become their secret financial backer.
While if you thought about Harry one way he appeared to be your typical Slytherin, on the other hand he was not. He acted the part of the Slytherin well, elegance and gracefulness, intelligence and intellect, pride in his house and the ability to sneer, smirk and glare. Nevertheless, the major way that he differed from the rest of his house was his association with other houses. He even had friends in them. This was something that confused many people. The Fae also respected the Headmaster, which was another un-Slytherin trait.
He grinned as he approached the store, recognising the magical signature of twins as he noticed the prank that was set up. Walking in, he had a shield up to protect him from being covered with glue and feathers thereby making him look like a chicken.
He smirked at them, "Resorting to muggle pranks now? Anyone would think that you've run out of ideas on how to prank me my friends."
Fred and George looked at him in indignation and then grabbed him in a double bear hug. "And how is our favourite Slytherin today?" George asked.
"Nursing his eardrums, this girl fell in the Bog of Eternal Stench and wouldn't stop screaming," Harry said, looking around the store.
"Oh dear, I guess she slightly smells," Fred said grinning broadly.
"Oh yes, she only stunk slightly, nothing to write home about though," Harry replied. He had taken his friends from Gryffindor to the Labyrinth one year thinking that the twins would enjoy meeting the goblins. They came home grinning as if they had been given a months worth of Christmas.
"So you wanna come home with us? Bill and Charlie are on leave for the week," George asked grinning at the prospects.
"Sounds like fun, but I was gonna go see Drake and Blaise, we've got loads to discuss 'specially now that you've left we can finally gain our rightful titles as the true pranksters of Hogwarts," Harry smirked at them.
"No way, Harry, the Marauders were the best ever, and we came second," Fred said defending their title.
"Yeah, you rank third," George added with a grin.
"Dear me, is that a challenge I hear?" Harry asked in mock-surprise.
The laughed, "It might be Potter, it just might be."
Customers in the shop turned to look at the sound of the name 'Potter.' Ever since his final defeat of Voldemort people had been bothering him for autographs and asking him stupid questions like 'Would he be the mother of my baby?' or 'I'll follow you to the ends of the world', or even 'Why not become the next Dark Lord, I'll be your second-in-command and no one would ever try to upset your reign,' though he hoped that the last one was a joke.
Honestly, Harry was tired of it and it had only been a year. True they probably could not help it, but it still got on his nerves, so he usually walked around with a bubble around him making only his friends be able to recognise him. The only problem was that it faded when someone said his name, hence the open staring to his lightning bolt scar now.
"Well I better be off, I might come see you guys later," Harry smirked and shimmered out of sight, his voice saying, "See ya suckers."
He left Fred and George covered in the glue and feathers that they had tried to prank Harry with. They laughing merrily and turned to their customers, knowing that Harry's spells normally had a timer on them. They would eventually turn back to their normal selves so there was no point in trying to rid themselves of the chicken look straight away. It was not until the next morning that they began to suspect otherwise.
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Harry smiled to himself as he walked down the familiar road in the quiet village where Blaise lived. He loved the Weasley family and enjoyed the time he spent with them. He was not as friendly with Ron, Percy or Ginny but it was common knowledge that it was not a good idea to leave Harry, Bill, Charlie, Fred and George in a room together because they would come out extremely high and full of energy, which they spent pranking the others.
Bill and Charlie still occasionally teased Harry over his initial shyness when he had first met them. It was not his fault that he had been five and that he had spent most of his time with his git of a cousin. However, that did not mean that he did not get them back for it though. He always looked forward to the time he spent with them.
Harry neared the large house that he was his destination. The Zabini home was not as big or extravagant as the Malfoy Manor or the Goblin Castle, but it was certainly bigger than most people had. Yet, it was still a home, Harry thought, Drake's place seemed too ornate and magnificent to actually be lived in while his castle was full of goblins laughing and making jokes all day every day.
Harry suddenly stopped as he thought once again of his Fae Maturity.
'Oh pleased don't let my mate be a Weasley or one of these two! They're my friends, not mate material,' he gave a silent plea to fate or destiny, who ever it was that dealt with these issues.
"Hey! Harry! What's the face for? You look like someone told you that you have to shag McGonagall to return to Hogwarts!" Blaise called from his front door, their blond friend stood by his side.
'But then on the up side, I do get on with them and have a good laugh,' he carefully weighed his thoughts.
"Nah, I'm just thinking about my 'mate'," Harry replied morosely.
"Oh Merlin, don't get me started on that," Draco complained, "My dad's a half-veela and he's been telling me all about how we find our mate and how we mate with them. As if I didn't already know! Just last night he was showing me diagrams!" Draco exclaimed.
The Slytherins moved into the family room and settled down comfortably, that is, they all sprawled on one sofa each.
"When do you reach your 'maturity'?" Harry asked curiously.
"On my eighteenth birthday," Draco replied. "But he told me that I might have a Veela as my mate. I could put up with a half-veela as they are more human than animal, but still," he obviously was not happy with his predicament.
"Least you only have the option of a veela. I have the chance to mate with any creature that is my ultimate match. Imagine it, me and a dragon!" Harry said.
His friends burst into laughter.
Blaise got control of his laughter and said offhandedly, "Imagine, if it's one of the professors."
"No!" Harry yelled in horror.
"Oh yes, I can just see it, you and Severus," Draco said, laughing at Harry's face.
"Please, he may be interesting to talk to, but he hated James and he's not exactly gorgeous," Harry said arrogantly.
Blaise and Draco each threw a pillow at him, "Oh give it a break, it could be worse, like Longbottom for example," Blaise said.
"Neville's not that bad," Harry half-argued for his friend's sake.
"Yeah right!" Draco smirked.
"I'm just gonna wait 'til 'the one' comes to me, I don't wanna settle down with someone I don't know properly. I happen to like being single, thank you very much," Harry replied with a pout.
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