((Additional Disclaimer: As many of you will be sure to realize, as I know there are several Monty Python fans in the audience, the whole "just get on with it" gag was drawn from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, and another lovely example of it being used can be seen in the story "What Could Have Been A Lovely J/S Story" by Emerald, the Lady Destiny.))

((A/N: Also, this was written with MUCH collaboration from Emerald, who is the most wonderful baby sister in the whole world. She's been a GREAT help throughout this entire story, so far, especially where she herself is involved.))

An hour left to go, and the six members of the rescue party entered the Goblin City. "It's quiet…too quiet," Sarah murmured. And indeed, it was quiet, even more so than the first time she had been there. Even Humongous wasn't there to challenge them, this time. Which meant, of course, that something would happen. There was no way, that they'd just be allowed to saunter up to the castle. Unless, of course, Jareth really wanted to get rid of the Potions Masters. Which could very well be true.

"So we're having an easy time of this," Sirius said, shrugging. "Snivulus can get rather annoying, and I wouldn't be surprised if he wants rid of the greasy git." "Easy time?" Sarah asked. "Damn it, Sirius, do you WANT to jinx us?" Harry added, looking up at his god father. "Haven't you been taught better than to swear, Harry?" Sirius asked. "Not really," Harry said. "The Dursleys pretty much just ignore me, which is just fine with me."

Just then, the three samurai goblins rolled into their path. "Prepare to DIE!" they screamed. Sir Didymus, headless of any danger, rode Ambrosius straight at them with a cry of "CHAAARGE!!!" Being goblins, of course the three samurai only ran away from the crazy little fox, who spun around. "Come back, you cowards!"

((Danalas: Can I use the Mexican cannonball to kill off Didy?

Emerald: No! I like Sir Didymus.

Danalas: But he ANNOOOOOOYS me!!

Emerald: Toooo bad! Besides, people would get mad at you.

Danalas: It'd be original! I'd be the first to kill him off!! And he ANNOOOOOOOYS me!!

Emerald: NO

Danalas: Can I at least INJURE him? And let Madame Pompfrey tort-er...heal him?

Emerald: No.

Danalas: But he ANNOOOOOYS me!!

Emerald: So does J, but you haven't killed him.

Danalas: That's different. I'm loyal to my King.

Emerald: *sighs* Look, just say Sir Didymus went after the Goblins, and he can fade from the story. You won't have to mention him again. But no maiming and or killing him. And that's final.

Danalas: Fine. *pout*))

And so the brave Sir Didymus, who acted far too much like Don Quixote, who greatly annoys the author…

((Harry: Just get on with it!

Danalas: Hush it, Prongslet…

Snape: Ha ha! The author hates you, too!

Danalas: Shut it, you great greasy git…

Sirius: Just get on with it!

Danalas: Will you take your shirt off again if I do?

Sirius: If it will make you just get on with it, yes.

Danalas: Woo hoo!!))

And so the brave (and very annoying) Sir Didymus rode off after the goblins, only to fade from the story.

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Meanwhile, in the castle, Severus Snape was BORED. And, as everyone knows, a bored potions master is never a good thing. "Just because those Gryffindors can't take constructive criticism, I get stuck with vile creatures ruled by a reject from an 80's hair band. This is hardly fair." This was the type of thought that had been running through his head ever since he'd arrived in the Underground. And to top it all off, he had no potions ingredients, an overwhelming sense of déjà vu, and no clue WHY.

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Meanwhile, back at Hogwarts, Jareth and Emerald were eating lunch up at the High Table, both earning looks from the students and the rest of the staff, especially Jareth, as he had yet to get rid of the drag queen with bad 80's hair look. And this was despite Dumbledore's explanation as to why they were there. And as if to make the day even less ordinary, a red fox trotted into the Great Hall and right up to the High Table, turning into a young man that made all of the girls in Hogwarts begin immediate drooling.

((Leo: I THOUGHT you weren't going to do this to me…

Danalas: You asked for a cameo, you got it, kiddo. *smirks at nephew*))

He had coppery red hair, green eyes, and though he was a bit on the short side, making the family resemblance to Emerald quite obvious, his lithe but muscular frame made up for his height. Some fourth year girl at the Slytherin table let out a wolf whistle, and the young man smiled slightly, blushing. The smile only served to make the female population of the student body completely melt, something none of the boys liked one bit.

Emmy blinked in surprise. "Leo...what are you doing here?" "Oh, well, you know, seeing the sights, that sort of thing." Leo drawled, lips quirking into a grin. "That, and they're at the Goblin Castle, so I thought Jareth should know that." "Good, maybe I'll be rid of that hook-nosed prat for good this time around." Jareth muttered.

"This time?" Leo asked, puzzled. Emmy stifled a laugh. "I'll explain later, dear. So, J, shouldn't you be off performing your duty in your molting coat, instead of being here stuffing yourself? Just a thought, anyway." Jareth snorted. "My coat is NOT molting, nor is my owl form, thank you very much. Besides, when did you become such an expert on fashion?"

"J, compared to you, anyone is an expert in fashion. Honestly, did you get that coat at Liberache's garage sale, or something?" Emmy asked. Jareth was about to ask who Liberache was, but didn't exactly want to look more foolish than the Lady Destiny had already caused him to. "Where I get my clothing is none of your concern, Emerald. Besides, I WANT them to win."

"I know THAT. I'm not stupid...and don't you -dare- answer that or I swear I'll knock you into next week..." Despite the threat, Jareth couldn't resist. "Emerald, you trust your OLDER SISTER. How much more stupid can one get? Or need I point out the various peach wine incidents?" "Well at least I don't go around dressing up in drag and singing Shania Twain songs."

Muttering darkly about how that particular video should be burnt, Jareth apparated out of the Great Hall and back to his castle, dropping onto his throne just as his son and his friends were entering the throne room.