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 3
Growing Up
Four years Later
A young boy was sitting on a window seat, starring at the landscape below. The sight was beautiful. There was a city with old-fashioned houses crammed together in a mismatched and chaotic way. An old rusty gate, usually open, was shut, cutting off the city and castle from the rest of the land. Just beyond the gate was a junk heap, filled with long forgotten possessions and past treasures to tempt the unwary traveler. After that was a forest, one very beautiful and tranquil, filled with magical plants and flowers of all shapes and colors. Then the Labyrinth itself became visible. It stretched until it almost touched the horizon. Some of the walls were brick, covered with moss like plants that had eyes that followed any and all movement in it's gaze. Other walls were hedges, none of it following any discernable pattern. The last thing to see above ground, almost beyond viewing range, was a waste land. Orange sand and other odd plants littered the ground, going up a steep hill. The top of the hill was the beginning of a long and dangerous journey that the foolish must undertake to find what they carelessly gave up.
There was more to this strange land, of course, but that was all the boy saw. There was the Obulates, The Bog of Eternal Stench, and many, many creatures, ones that could either help or end your journey. The boy smiled, for he knew that no one had ever died in the labyrinth, but many wished that they had. Out of the handful of people that had actually wished someone away, only one or two of them actually made it to the end. Most of the people either didn't get the suddle clues or got caught in the many traps of could befall a person in this strange land.
The boy had learned so much since his time here. He learned that things were seldom what they appeared, that everyone had an agenda, even if they themselves didn't know it. He also learned that we was a wizard, his family history, and the fact that he was loved. He had never remembered being happier then he was now. Now, that's not to say that he never gets angry or upset or that he always gets his own way. He was by no means spoiled. Oh, no, he still remembered his oaf of a cousin, Duddly, and he vowed to himself that he would never allow himself to act that way.
He knew that even if he was a prince, and that through adoption, that he had responabilities. One day the Labyrinth would be under his control and his very magic would be needed to control it. He would also be responsible over the creatures that resided in the kingdom. As he was only nine, he only controlled a small garden, 30 ft. by 30 ft., but as he got older, he would get more land. He recieved lessons on control, for his emotions and for his magic. He was taught how to harness his fae powers that he got through the ritual with Jareth. He really liked those lessons. He learned to produce magic crystal orbs, though they could only watch things and maybe, sometimes, produce things, but that wasn't often. He also had normal lesson in reading, mathematics, languages, music, art, and etiquette. He had had to work very hard to catch up to where he would have been, if he had been born to this world he found himself to be in.
He was very bright, quick thinking, and clever. There wasn't much that he did not pick up around him, either subtle or blatant. He also had a quick wit, which came from being around Jareth. Since there were not a lot of Fae around, Jareth had monopolized a lot of the boys time and he tried very hard to emulate the man he came to see as his savior. The man that had saved him from his life of Hell. Oh, sure, some of the kids that passed though the kingdom were worse off then he had been, but he knew that his life had not been normal, either.
The boy barely recognized himself from when he first came to this place. He now looked his age, though he was still slender, but that was more from his fae blood then lack of food. His skin was a creamy white, with a sheen of irridescence to it. His hair was pitch black, wild, and shaggy, just like his adopted father's hair. His eyes were a deep emerald green, sparkling with mischief. Jareth had fixed his eyes a few years ago when Harry had noticed that some things were bleary, so he would never need to cover his bewitching eyes with glass. All in all, he was a very good looking child, his old and new genes blending to a perfect degree.
Well, to get back to the window, Harry was looking at the new person that had entered the Labyrinth. It was a girl, about 15, just the perfect age to wish away a little sibling. Harry knew that the labyrinth was a testing ground. The ones who made it, grew up and learned valuable lessons and the ones who fail, will continue to fail the rest of their lives. He liked to watch people run the test. They hardly ever got the clues right and it made him smile. She was approaching the gate into the labyrinth now, about to meat the first person that could either help her or lead her astray.
He chuckled as he saw the girl stomp her foot in frustration, not asking the correct questions to the dwarf. The dwarf, Hoggle, was a strange creature. He was lumpy and gruff, a coward but once he gave his friendship to someone, he was loyal; to a point anyway. He was uncouth and crude, but that was a part of his charm. Well, the girl finally asked the right question amd the gate opened itself. Harry leaned forward in anticipation of the first test. Hardly anyone ever got this one. A few seconds later, after the exchange, he sat back in wonder. The girl got it. When Hoggle said he wouldn't go either way, she figured out to go straight, instead of left or right. Harry chuckled, knowing that this one might just use her head and win.
As he was looking to see what she did next, he heard a pop and looked towards the middle of the room. There stood Jareth, decked out in all his finery. Harry grinned. Jareth always dressed differently when a young girl was in the Labyrinth, the older man couldn't help himself, he just loved messing with adolescent hearts.
"I see that you are watching our guest. did she pass the first test or was she brainless like the others?" asked Jareth.
Harry grinned impishly. "She went straight. She might actually make it though if she keeps her head." Harry paused and then asked, "who did she wish away?"
"Her year old sister. She is a witch, too, she should have known better, but then, I don't think the next generation believes a lot of the stories anymore. Pity." Jareth smirked on that word.
Harry laughed, "won't she be surprised if she tries any magic. Doesn't work in the Labyrinth. So, are you the evil villain or the romantic figure this time." Harry quirked a brow.
Jareth sighs, "The villain, with a little dash of seduction thrown in. It's typical of the teens. Well, I think that I have given her enough time to get a false sense of security." He grins wolfishly, "She'll have to earn her victory."
Harry chuckles and turns back to his work. He was finishing his lessons for the week. He also knew he had some time before the girl got anywhere near the castle, but he wanted to watch what happened and maybe play with the baby for a bit. He liked to keep the children occupied. They were so funny and he could sympathize with their plight.
About five hours later he was finally done with his work, so he went to check on the little girl. She was a cute little thing, with blonde curls and soft blue eyes that sparkled. Her checks were a healthy rose color and she was full of life. Harry did some tricks to amuse her, loosing track of time. Before he knew it, Jareth came in.
"Well, she is here, and in good time, too. She was a smart one, hardly fell for any of the tricks. Well, it's time to do your part, ok?" Jareth's eyes sparkled, for he truly loved this part of the game.
Harry giggled himself, knowing he was the last defense. The girl still had 3 hours before she lost, so he doubted that she would, but you never know and he would still try his hardest to make it difficult for the girl. As Jareth swept out of the room with the child in his arms, Harry set out to intercept the girl while starting to cry.
He had been crying for about 20 minutes before he came across the older girl. She had a peeved expression on her face, but it softened slightly for the little boy in front of her. She bent down to kneel in front of the little boy. "Are you ok, little one?"
Harry sniffled and shook his head. "I do. . . don't know wh..where I'm at." He sniffles some more, looking truly pathetic. "I wa.. want my Mum." He finally wails out, latching onto the other girl, sobbing even harder.
The girl had a panicked look in her eyes but she couldn't bare to leave behind the crying child, so she rubbed her hand on his back, trying to quiet him. His sniffles slowed and he looked up at the girl. She found herself falling into the strange eyes, but she shook herself out of it and looked away quickly. She thought that this might be another trick, but she couldn't prove it, so she would just have to think of something else.
"Well, I am looking for my sister. Would you like to come with me to find her? Maybe we will see your Mum along the way, ok?" she spoke softly.
Harry took his time answering her, to eat up more time. Before she lost her patience he nods his head slowing. "Ok" said in a very quite voice. He discreetly checks the time. He smiled inwardly. he had taken up an hour of her time with his antics, Jareth would be proud of him.
The girl took his hand and started to look for her lost sister. "So what's your name. Mine is James and I'm six." He lied effortlessly. He didn't say his real name, because she was a witch and might, on a long shot realize who he was and he had acted a lot younger, so he said a more appropriate age.
She sighed, but smiled down at the boy. "Hello, James, my name is Catianna, but everyone calls me Cat." She rushed along as quickly as she could, answering 'James' questions as best as she could. Finally, she found a room with all the messed up stairs. This was the room where her sister was.
Harry dropped the girls hand and melted into the shadows to watch what happens next. The girl chased her sister all over the room, switching directions as she entered one place and came out somewhere else. The room had stairs that came out from everywhere, some upside down, even. This was confusing to anyone in it, besides Jareth and Harry. Cat finally caught up with her sister and confronted Jareth. She passed the final test and got back her sister. Harry was glad that she learned her lesson and would now appreciate her sister better.
After she left, Harry went back to his room to read. While he read, his thoughts turned to the children that weren't saved. He knew people thought that they were turned into goblins, but they weren't. Most were adopted into families that wanted children and would be cared for. If they were older, they went to schools and were cared for there. To many of the children, being wished away was a blessing in disguise. They were given love and flourished in it. Harry knew that if he had been anyone else, that that would have been his fate, but since he was special, Jareth decided to raise him himself.
He knew his story, about Voldemort, and what would be expected of him. In two years, he would be leaving his home to go to Hogwarts, to lean a different type of magic, and he could hardly wait. Two years seemed so far away to the boy and he felt like that day would never come. But come it would.
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Hey All, well, this is the third chapter. I don't know when I will update again. I hope it will be in this month, but I judt don't know. We will see. Thanks again for reading this.
Saph
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 3
Growing Up
Four years Later
A young boy was sitting on a window seat, starring at the landscape below. The sight was beautiful. There was a city with old-fashioned houses crammed together in a mismatched and chaotic way. An old rusty gate, usually open, was shut, cutting off the city and castle from the rest of the land. Just beyond the gate was a junk heap, filled with long forgotten possessions and past treasures to tempt the unwary traveler. After that was a forest, one very beautiful and tranquil, filled with magical plants and flowers of all shapes and colors. Then the Labyrinth itself became visible. It stretched until it almost touched the horizon. Some of the walls were brick, covered with moss like plants that had eyes that followed any and all movement in it's gaze. Other walls were hedges, none of it following any discernable pattern. The last thing to see above ground, almost beyond viewing range, was a waste land. Orange sand and other odd plants littered the ground, going up a steep hill. The top of the hill was the beginning of a long and dangerous journey that the foolish must undertake to find what they carelessly gave up.
There was more to this strange land, of course, but that was all the boy saw. There was the Obulates, The Bog of Eternal Stench, and many, many creatures, ones that could either help or end your journey. The boy smiled, for he knew that no one had ever died in the labyrinth, but many wished that they had. Out of the handful of people that had actually wished someone away, only one or two of them actually made it to the end. Most of the people either didn't get the suddle clues or got caught in the many traps of could befall a person in this strange land.
The boy had learned so much since his time here. He learned that things were seldom what they appeared, that everyone had an agenda, even if they themselves didn't know it. He also learned that we was a wizard, his family history, and the fact that he was loved. He had never remembered being happier then he was now. Now, that's not to say that he never gets angry or upset or that he always gets his own way. He was by no means spoiled. Oh, no, he still remembered his oaf of a cousin, Duddly, and he vowed to himself that he would never allow himself to act that way.
He knew that even if he was a prince, and that through adoption, that he had responabilities. One day the Labyrinth would be under his control and his very magic would be needed to control it. He would also be responsible over the creatures that resided in the kingdom. As he was only nine, he only controlled a small garden, 30 ft. by 30 ft., but as he got older, he would get more land. He recieved lessons on control, for his emotions and for his magic. He was taught how to harness his fae powers that he got through the ritual with Jareth. He really liked those lessons. He learned to produce magic crystal orbs, though they could only watch things and maybe, sometimes, produce things, but that wasn't often. He also had normal lesson in reading, mathematics, languages, music, art, and etiquette. He had had to work very hard to catch up to where he would have been, if he had been born to this world he found himself to be in.
He was very bright, quick thinking, and clever. There wasn't much that he did not pick up around him, either subtle or blatant. He also had a quick wit, which came from being around Jareth. Since there were not a lot of Fae around, Jareth had monopolized a lot of the boys time and he tried very hard to emulate the man he came to see as his savior. The man that had saved him from his life of Hell. Oh, sure, some of the kids that passed though the kingdom were worse off then he had been, but he knew that his life had not been normal, either.
The boy barely recognized himself from when he first came to this place. He now looked his age, though he was still slender, but that was more from his fae blood then lack of food. His skin was a creamy white, with a sheen of irridescence to it. His hair was pitch black, wild, and shaggy, just like his adopted father's hair. His eyes were a deep emerald green, sparkling with mischief. Jareth had fixed his eyes a few years ago when Harry had noticed that some things were bleary, so he would never need to cover his bewitching eyes with glass. All in all, he was a very good looking child, his old and new genes blending to a perfect degree.
Well, to get back to the window, Harry was looking at the new person that had entered the Labyrinth. It was a girl, about 15, just the perfect age to wish away a little sibling. Harry knew that the labyrinth was a testing ground. The ones who made it, grew up and learned valuable lessons and the ones who fail, will continue to fail the rest of their lives. He liked to watch people run the test. They hardly ever got the clues right and it made him smile. She was approaching the gate into the labyrinth now, about to meat the first person that could either help her or lead her astray.
He chuckled as he saw the girl stomp her foot in frustration, not asking the correct questions to the dwarf. The dwarf, Hoggle, was a strange creature. He was lumpy and gruff, a coward but once he gave his friendship to someone, he was loyal; to a point anyway. He was uncouth and crude, but that was a part of his charm. Well, the girl finally asked the right question amd the gate opened itself. Harry leaned forward in anticipation of the first test. Hardly anyone ever got this one. A few seconds later, after the exchange, he sat back in wonder. The girl got it. When Hoggle said he wouldn't go either way, she figured out to go straight, instead of left or right. Harry chuckled, knowing that this one might just use her head and win.
As he was looking to see what she did next, he heard a pop and looked towards the middle of the room. There stood Jareth, decked out in all his finery. Harry grinned. Jareth always dressed differently when a young girl was in the Labyrinth, the older man couldn't help himself, he just loved messing with adolescent hearts.
"I see that you are watching our guest. did she pass the first test or was she brainless like the others?" asked Jareth.
Harry grinned impishly. "She went straight. She might actually make it though if she keeps her head." Harry paused and then asked, "who did she wish away?"
"Her year old sister. She is a witch, too, she should have known better, but then, I don't think the next generation believes a lot of the stories anymore. Pity." Jareth smirked on that word.
Harry laughed, "won't she be surprised if she tries any magic. Doesn't work in the Labyrinth. So, are you the evil villain or the romantic figure this time." Harry quirked a brow.
Jareth sighs, "The villain, with a little dash of seduction thrown in. It's typical of the teens. Well, I think that I have given her enough time to get a false sense of security." He grins wolfishly, "She'll have to earn her victory."
Harry chuckles and turns back to his work. He was finishing his lessons for the week. He also knew he had some time before the girl got anywhere near the castle, but he wanted to watch what happened and maybe play with the baby for a bit. He liked to keep the children occupied. They were so funny and he could sympathize with their plight.
About five hours later he was finally done with his work, so he went to check on the little girl. She was a cute little thing, with blonde curls and soft blue eyes that sparkled. Her checks were a healthy rose color and she was full of life. Harry did some tricks to amuse her, loosing track of time. Before he knew it, Jareth came in.
"Well, she is here, and in good time, too. She was a smart one, hardly fell for any of the tricks. Well, it's time to do your part, ok?" Jareth's eyes sparkled, for he truly loved this part of the game.
Harry giggled himself, knowing he was the last defense. The girl still had 3 hours before she lost, so he doubted that she would, but you never know and he would still try his hardest to make it difficult for the girl. As Jareth swept out of the room with the child in his arms, Harry set out to intercept the girl while starting to cry.
He had been crying for about 20 minutes before he came across the older girl. She had a peeved expression on her face, but it softened slightly for the little boy in front of her. She bent down to kneel in front of the little boy. "Are you ok, little one?"
Harry sniffled and shook his head. "I do. . . don't know wh..where I'm at." He sniffles some more, looking truly pathetic. "I wa.. want my Mum." He finally wails out, latching onto the other girl, sobbing even harder.
The girl had a panicked look in her eyes but she couldn't bare to leave behind the crying child, so she rubbed her hand on his back, trying to quiet him. His sniffles slowed and he looked up at the girl. She found herself falling into the strange eyes, but she shook herself out of it and looked away quickly. She thought that this might be another trick, but she couldn't prove it, so she would just have to think of something else.
"Well, I am looking for my sister. Would you like to come with me to find her? Maybe we will see your Mum along the way, ok?" she spoke softly.
Harry took his time answering her, to eat up more time. Before she lost her patience he nods his head slowing. "Ok" said in a very quite voice. He discreetly checks the time. He smiled inwardly. he had taken up an hour of her time with his antics, Jareth would be proud of him.
The girl took his hand and started to look for her lost sister. "So what's your name. Mine is James and I'm six." He lied effortlessly. He didn't say his real name, because she was a witch and might, on a long shot realize who he was and he had acted a lot younger, so he said a more appropriate age.
She sighed, but smiled down at the boy. "Hello, James, my name is Catianna, but everyone calls me Cat." She rushed along as quickly as she could, answering 'James' questions as best as she could. Finally, she found a room with all the messed up stairs. This was the room where her sister was.
Harry dropped the girls hand and melted into the shadows to watch what happens next. The girl chased her sister all over the room, switching directions as she entered one place and came out somewhere else. The room had stairs that came out from everywhere, some upside down, even. This was confusing to anyone in it, besides Jareth and Harry. Cat finally caught up with her sister and confronted Jareth. She passed the final test and got back her sister. Harry was glad that she learned her lesson and would now appreciate her sister better.
After she left, Harry went back to his room to read. While he read, his thoughts turned to the children that weren't saved. He knew people thought that they were turned into goblins, but they weren't. Most were adopted into families that wanted children and would be cared for. If they were older, they went to schools and were cared for there. To many of the children, being wished away was a blessing in disguise. They were given love and flourished in it. Harry knew that if he had been anyone else, that that would have been his fate, but since he was special, Jareth decided to raise him himself.
He knew his story, about Voldemort, and what would be expected of him. In two years, he would be leaving his home to go to Hogwarts, to lean a different type of magic, and he could hardly wait. Two years seemed so far away to the boy and he felt like that day would never come. But come it would.
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Hey All, well, this is the third chapter. I don't know when I will update again. I hope it will be in this month, but I judt don't know. We will see. Thanks again for reading this.
Saph
