A/N: Well, this is my first SS/HG fic, I hope you enjoy as much
as I enjoy reading the great works of my fellow WIKTTeers. Many thanks
to my lovely beta Friendlyquark, who makes sure this is good enough to post
here. The inspiration for this fic came from a picture that was posted
in Artistic alley about a year ago. I just got the courage to decide
to write it after the plot bunnies have been invading my mind for almost
a year. If you want to see the inspiration for this fic, you can find
it at:
Thanks for your kind reviews, I seem to have company in this crazy idea that a xover between this 2 fandoms is doable. Hell, I made Labyrinth and Star Trek: TNG mesh! But that's another story ;) This is a WIP, so updates would be sporadic, hopefully every 2 weeks since RL has been crazy and I'm forced to look for another job.
Please review, as I know I have lots of room to improve on, so I need your help.
Ch. 2 ...You just might get it.
Hermione stood waiting…. But nothing happened. Well, other than the sound of thunder and the sky graying, giving the sign that rain was imminent.
Malfoy was about to open his mouth to insult the Head Girl again when he was interrupted by a silky, cold voice.
"And pray what is the meaning of this little meeting?"
Hermione answered, her eyes never leaving Draco.
"Draco was just returning my book, sir, nothing more."
Prof. Severus Snape narrowed his eyes at the couple that looked like they were about to rip each other's throats off. Well, at least Miss Granger looked like that. Mr. Malfoy looked annoyingly smug.
"Is this true, Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco Malfoy narrowed his eyes at the little mudblood. 'I'll get you later, Granger'. He then turned with an innocent expression to his head of house.
"Yes, sir."
"Then hurry along, Mr. Malfoy, as you should have been in practice more than five minutes ago."
His eyes opening at the realization, Draco pushed the book into Hermione's arms, and ran to the quidditch pitch, where the rest of the team had already started practice without him.
Snape's eyes went back to the Gryffindor, his eyes softening slightly for a few seconds.
"Miss Granger, I trust that you will ensure that this type of incident does not repeat again."
Blushing slightly, Hermione kept her eyes focused on the floor.
"I understand, sir."
He then dismissed her with a curt nod.
On her way back to the castle, Hermione could only think how odd the professor's behavior had been. Caught in her thoughts, she only noticed the big rain drops as they fell hard, drenching her in a matter of moments. With a screech, she ran into the castle, her book tightly sheltered within her arms, protecting it from the rain.
As soon as she stepped through the castle doors, she winced, seeing the water puddle around her and hoping that Mr. Filch was nowhere near. Taking her wand, she cast a drying charm and entered the Great Hall, as dinner was starting to be served.
Meeting her two best friends at the Gryffindor table, she ate in silence, sighing and nodding politely to the quidditch conversation the two boys had going on. She couldn't wait to get back to the common room to return to her beloved book.
Sarah's lips were parted. "Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City – "
"Listen!" said a goblin, one of a nest in a dark corner of the castle.
Jareth was retreating step by step up a stairway behind the archway.
Sara continued to advance, into the archway.
" – to take back the child that you have stolen, " she recited. "For my will is…
"Oi, Hermione!"
Hermione blinked for a few seconds, her mind leaving the story and coming back into the present. She looked confused at her friends, who were smirking at her.
"We've been trying to get your attention for a while now."
Harry said while shaking his head. Hermione blushed in embarrassment.
"Sorry guys got caught in the story."
Ron sighed and dropped in a comfortable chair while mumbling an "as usual."
Harry looked at Hermione curiously.
"You have been reading the book all this time?"
Frowning in confusion, she looked at the clock and was surprised at the time. It was almost curfew, and she needed to patrol the corridors for any students out of bed.
"I better go, I'll return after I finish my rounds."
Hermione waked through the corridors, making sure no students were outside breaking the rules. What she failed to notice was a dark figure that followed her every move.
Hermione returned to the common room two hours later, as she had promised. She found her two friends waiting for her, involved in the middle of a chess game.
Apparently, Harry was taking a beating, so Hermione decided to give him a little help and made a move that Harry hadn't seen yet, making Harry smile gratefully at her. He then turned an evil grin to Ron.
"Thanks, Hermione. It's your turn, Ron."
"Oi! That's not fair, Hermione!"
Hermione frowned at the red-headed boy.
"Come on Ron, even the two of us together are no match against you in wizard's chess."
Ron lay back in his chair, giving a smug smirk.
"True, but you are welcome to try, anyway."
Harry got a glint in his eye and rubbed his hands together with a newfound energy.
"All right! Ready, Hermione?"
Hermione nodded, and pulled a chair next to Harry. They started discussing strategy when they were interrupted by Ron's comment.
"At least you are not reading that stupid little red book."
The three of them jumped at the earsplitting sound of thunder from outside.
An inexplicable breeze came through the common room, making the flames in the torches and fireplace flicker violently. Hermione felt a hair-raising chill run down her spine at that moment. She quickly stood up.
"Erm, I don't know about you, but I think I'm going to turn in. Good night."
The other two boys were similarly unnerved and they decided to go to bed as well.
"Good night, Hermione. See you tomorrow."
While the boys went to the boys dorms, Hermione went to her Head Girl room. One of the perks of being Head Girl was getting your own room, which suited her fine. Now she had a place where she could study in peace.
She sat at her desk, deciding to catch up on some studying before going to bed. She fell asleep at some point while she was studying, her head cradled in her arms on top of her books.
A pounding noise in her window woke her up. Looking around, she tried to gather her thoughts, and half asleep, she saw an owl outside, the storm still raging outside.
She opened her window to let the owl in, thinking it had a message for her. To her surprise, the owl flew over her head, and when she turned around, she gasped in surprise.
The owl was not there anymore, but she could make out the silhouette of a man in a darkened corner. He was tall, with spiky black hair, and a billowing black cape.
There was something familiar about this whole situation. Of course, the book! The man's appearance was fairly close to the book's description of the Goblin King. But he was supposed to have blond hair, not black.
She gasped as the figure stepped into the light. He wore all black. Her eyes traveled from the floor to his black boots, then to black tight pants, and to an extremely labored black armor plate. He did look like the Goblin King, but his face…. His face was all wrong! He looked exactly like…
"P-Professor Snape? What are you doing in my rooms dressed like that?"
Excerpt taken from the Labyrinth novelization by A.C.H. Smith, British Ed., 1986.
A/N: Well? What you think? Your reviews is what keeps me going, so I would love to hear from you letting me know if you liked this or if it sucked big time, so
Please leave a contribution in the little box
Thanks for your kind reviews, I seem to have company in this crazy idea that a xover between this 2 fandoms is doable. Hell, I made Labyrinth and Star Trek: TNG mesh! But that's another story ;) This is a WIP, so updates would be sporadic, hopefully every 2 weeks since RL has been crazy and I'm forced to look for another job.
Please review, as I know I have lots of room to improve on, so I need your help.
DISCLAIMER - All characters from Potterverse belong to the magnificent J.K. Rowling. Anything Labyrinth belongs to Jim Henson Productions and/or Disney.
So now, I leave you with the story.Ch. 2 ...You just might get it.
Hermione stood waiting…. But nothing happened. Well, other than the sound of thunder and the sky graying, giving the sign that rain was imminent.
Malfoy was about to open his mouth to insult the Head Girl again when he was interrupted by a silky, cold voice.
"And pray what is the meaning of this little meeting?"
Hermione answered, her eyes never leaving Draco.
"Draco was just returning my book, sir, nothing more."
Prof. Severus Snape narrowed his eyes at the couple that looked like they were about to rip each other's throats off. Well, at least Miss Granger looked like that. Mr. Malfoy looked annoyingly smug.
"Is this true, Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco Malfoy narrowed his eyes at the little mudblood. 'I'll get you later, Granger'. He then turned with an innocent expression to his head of house.
"Yes, sir."
"Then hurry along, Mr. Malfoy, as you should have been in practice more than five minutes ago."
His eyes opening at the realization, Draco pushed the book into Hermione's arms, and ran to the quidditch pitch, where the rest of the team had already started practice without him.
Snape's eyes went back to the Gryffindor, his eyes softening slightly for a few seconds.
"Miss Granger, I trust that you will ensure that this type of incident does not repeat again."
Blushing slightly, Hermione kept her eyes focused on the floor.
"I understand, sir."
He then dismissed her with a curt nod.
On her way back to the castle, Hermione could only think how odd the professor's behavior had been. Caught in her thoughts, she only noticed the big rain drops as they fell hard, drenching her in a matter of moments. With a screech, she ran into the castle, her book tightly sheltered within her arms, protecting it from the rain.
As soon as she stepped through the castle doors, she winced, seeing the water puddle around her and hoping that Mr. Filch was nowhere near. Taking her wand, she cast a drying charm and entered the Great Hall, as dinner was starting to be served.
Meeting her two best friends at the Gryffindor table, she ate in silence, sighing and nodding politely to the quidditch conversation the two boys had going on. She couldn't wait to get back to the common room to return to her beloved book.
Sarah's lips were parted. "Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City – "
"Listen!" said a goblin, one of a nest in a dark corner of the castle.
Jareth was retreating step by step up a stairway behind the archway.
Sara continued to advance, into the archway.
" – to take back the child that you have stolen, " she recited. "For my will is…
"Oi, Hermione!"
Hermione blinked for a few seconds, her mind leaving the story and coming back into the present. She looked confused at her friends, who were smirking at her.
"We've been trying to get your attention for a while now."
Harry said while shaking his head. Hermione blushed in embarrassment.
"Sorry guys got caught in the story."
Ron sighed and dropped in a comfortable chair while mumbling an "as usual."
Harry looked at Hermione curiously.
"You have been reading the book all this time?"
Frowning in confusion, she looked at the clock and was surprised at the time. It was almost curfew, and she needed to patrol the corridors for any students out of bed.
"I better go, I'll return after I finish my rounds."
Hermione waked through the corridors, making sure no students were outside breaking the rules. What she failed to notice was a dark figure that followed her every move.
Hermione returned to the common room two hours later, as she had promised. She found her two friends waiting for her, involved in the middle of a chess game.
Apparently, Harry was taking a beating, so Hermione decided to give him a little help and made a move that Harry hadn't seen yet, making Harry smile gratefully at her. He then turned an evil grin to Ron.
"Thanks, Hermione. It's your turn, Ron."
"Oi! That's not fair, Hermione!"
Hermione frowned at the red-headed boy.
"Come on Ron, even the two of us together are no match against you in wizard's chess."
Ron lay back in his chair, giving a smug smirk.
"True, but you are welcome to try, anyway."
Harry got a glint in his eye and rubbed his hands together with a newfound energy.
"All right! Ready, Hermione?"
Hermione nodded, and pulled a chair next to Harry. They started discussing strategy when they were interrupted by Ron's comment.
"At least you are not reading that stupid little red book."
The three of them jumped at the earsplitting sound of thunder from outside.
An inexplicable breeze came through the common room, making the flames in the torches and fireplace flicker violently. Hermione felt a hair-raising chill run down her spine at that moment. She quickly stood up.
"Erm, I don't know about you, but I think I'm going to turn in. Good night."
The other two boys were similarly unnerved and they decided to go to bed as well.
"Good night, Hermione. See you tomorrow."
While the boys went to the boys dorms, Hermione went to her Head Girl room. One of the perks of being Head Girl was getting your own room, which suited her fine. Now she had a place where she could study in peace.
She sat at her desk, deciding to catch up on some studying before going to bed. She fell asleep at some point while she was studying, her head cradled in her arms on top of her books.
A pounding noise in her window woke her up. Looking around, she tried to gather her thoughts, and half asleep, she saw an owl outside, the storm still raging outside.
She opened her window to let the owl in, thinking it had a message for her. To her surprise, the owl flew over her head, and when she turned around, she gasped in surprise.
The owl was not there anymore, but she could make out the silhouette of a man in a darkened corner. He was tall, with spiky black hair, and a billowing black cape.
There was something familiar about this whole situation. Of course, the book! The man's appearance was fairly close to the book's description of the Goblin King. But he was supposed to have blond hair, not black.
She gasped as the figure stepped into the light. He wore all black. Her eyes traveled from the floor to his black boots, then to black tight pants, and to an extremely labored black armor plate. He did look like the Goblin King, but his face…. His face was all wrong! He looked exactly like…
"P-Professor Snape? What are you doing in my rooms dressed like that?"
Excerpt taken from the Labyrinth novelization by A.C.H. Smith, British Ed., 1986.
A/N: Well? What you think? Your reviews is what keeps me going, so I would love to hear from you letting me know if you liked this or if it sucked big time, so