Prince Harry of the Goblins

rated PG 13

by Saphirefox

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Labyrinth.

Summery: Harry was wished away to the Labyrinth, where Jareth adopts him. How will Hogwarts handle this Harry?

Catagory: Fantasy/General

Beta : Consonance, thanks again.

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Chapter 2
Consequences and Gifts

The woman whirled around at the words of her son, her eyes had widened in horror. Her face paled even more when a sudden storm appeared outside. There were no lights in the house, since it was previously a bright and sunny day. She dropped to her knees and grabbed her son into her arms, to protect him from whatever had come to their nice and normal house.

In a flash of lighting and glitter, a man appeared. He was dressed in tight grey britches, a pale cream flowing shirt which left most of his chest exposed. His light blonde hair was shaggy and wild, even compared to the little dark haired child that had disappeared. He had dramatic eye-shadow and sparkles that accented his strange dual-colored eyes. His ears were slightly pointed, as were his canine teeth. The woman's eyes rounded in more fear, but she knew that she had to protect her soon from another freak.

"Go away! Leave here. We want nothing to do with you people!" she shouted at the man.

The man just sneered down at the woman and glanced to the fat boy in front of her. "I came to offer you a chance... A chance to reclaim what you have wished away. Do you accept?" his voice holding nothing but contempt.

As the woman was about to answer, another man appeared. He was older, a lot older, with a long silver beard, purple robes that had dancing stars on it, and blue eyes hidden behind half moon spectacles. The younger man's eyes widened, recognizing the man before him.

"Ah, Jareth. I haven't seen you in quite a long time. To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you here?" The old man's voice spoke softly, but powerfully.

Jareth rolled his eyes. "One of these... human's wished a child away. I was just about to offer them a way to get him back, before you rudely interrupted their reply, Dumbledore." He seemed put out at the delay.

Dumbledore looked at the woman and child, his piercing eyes belittled his age. It felt like he was looking into their souls with his eyes alone. He was shaking his head in sadness. "They will not accept, I fear. I take it the boy is in your kingdom right now?" His voice was filled with regret.

Jareth nodded curtly. He wondered who this boy was to be visited by Dumbledore, if he was really that special.

Dumbledore just nodded. "The boy they wished away was Harry Potter... I do not need to tell you the significance of this."

Jareth's eyes widened and turned to sneer down at the people before him. "They wished away the savior of the magical worlds and don't want him back? And people call me a monster." He sighed, a small frown appearing on his face. "I can't just return him. The magic doesn't work that way. The only thing I can do to save him is to make him my son." Jareth looked a bit weary at the task. He had a lot to do and he wasn't sure that he had the time and energy to devote to a young child, especially if he was to be his heir. But he did feel that maybe it was for the best, if these were the people he had been staying with. He looked to Dumbledore. "If I do this, he will be my son in all things. He will have my power, my blood, and eventually, my kingdom. I will raise him how I see fit. I will allow him to go to your school, but I have the ultimate say over what happens with him." He looked hard at the old man, waiting for his response.

Dumbledore sighed, knowing that that was the only thing that would save Harry now. He nodded his head in acceptance. Jareth grinned and as quick as he came, he left, not bothering with the wish granted, for these people didn't deserve it.

Dumbledore turned to the woman and child. "You have caused your own fate, I'm afraid. When Voldemort comes back, and I am certain he will, you will no longer have the protection that you would have had if Harry resided at your house. We will not go out of our way to protect you or your family. I hope that you survive, for I wish death on no one, but I doubt you will. An act such as this one leaves a stain on your soul, and events will catch up to you. I hope the Gods have mercy on your souls. Good day," Dumbledore stated calmly, letting none of his anger show in his voice. He withdrew his wand and undid the wards that had protected the house and its occupants. The woman paled at the old man's words. He disappeared with a pop.

The woman, while glad the little freak was gone from her house, knew that they had done a horrible thing. There wasn't a thing she could do aboutit, so she made her son go to his room and went about the house, erasing all evidence that the little boy had ever resided there, not that there wasmuch. By the time her husband had come home, and everything was explained to him, the little boy was practically forgotten from the Dursley's minds.

Somewhere, in a Kingdom far away

The little boy woke up and he wondered why his cupboard felt strange. He opened his eyes and quickly shut them. He breathed in hard. His eyes had to be playing tricks on him. There was no way that he saw what he saw. He started to shake, knowing that he was going to get punished so bad when his uncle came home. He knew this because he had done something funny again. What else could have caused the vision that his closed eyes hid? He whimpered and curled into a ball. He stayed that way until he heard a pop. He looked up, fear in his eyes, only to see a strange man looking down at him. The man looked sad, but the little boy couldn't figure out why the man would be sad. He waited for the man to speak, just like he had been taught.

The man sighed and knelt down. "Well, little one, there is much to do before it's too late. I have some questions to ask you, answer them to your best ability. Would you like to become my son? It means becoming Fae, gaining a kingdom one day, having a proper home, and belonging somewhere. Is this acceptable to you, Harry?" The man spoke softly, knowing that the boy needed that just now. Harry's eyes widened. First the man wanted to adopt him. He had always dreamed of someone coming to rescue him, and here was his dream coming true. Well, sort of anyway. He never quite imagined something like this. A gigantic grin spread across his face as he nodded his head eagerly in acceptance. The fact that this stranger called him by his first name warmed Harry's heart. He didn't care if the man was a mass murderer, as long as he didn't have to go back to the Dursley's.

The man smiled at Harry. "My name is Jareth and I am the Goblin King. I usually would have turned you into a goblin, but you are special. I will tell you one day why that is, but we haven't the time. We need to do the magic so that you won't change. Only magical creature's can stay here longer then 14 hours. Come on, up child. After the spell, we will get you new clothes, and start you on lessons. There is much for you to learn and only a little time to do it in." Jareth grinned, already enjoying himself. He picked up the small boy, ignoring the way he flinched. He knew time would erase the Dursley's from his mind and he would be the son he always wanted.

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Well, another chapter, finnally. It took me long enough, huh? I am glad that so many are enjoying my story. It warms me up. Thankyou all!

Saph

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