A/N: Sorry it has taken me so long to post an update, but RL has interfered.
I find myself in a position where I need to look for a new job, so that is
taking priority over my life right now. I have a good job prospect, but that
might mean I have to move out of state. I will keep you informed with any
developments.
As usual, 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: http:hptdw. tripod. com / oehplab. html
Thanks for your kind reviews, I seem to have company in this crazy idea that a xover between this 2 fandoms is doable. I have written more HP/Laby xovers, let me know if you are interested and I will post them in Chaos and/or Lumos in Ashwinder or check them out in the Labyrinth section at !
For all of you that had asked me about the book, I'm sad to inform you that the book is out of print. You might find it in used bookstores if you are lucky. But I recommend watching the original source, Labyrinth movie starring David Bowie and a 14-yr old Jennifer Connelly. Talk about an 80's time warp! If you want to read something in a similar venue, I recommend The Forbidden Game series by L.J. Smith.
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. 3 Could I take a raincheck?
It was unnerving, this man was so similar to her Potions professor, with the exception that he did not had the potions Master's trade scowl on his face.
His movements were just as elegant, she noticed, while he folded his arms across his chest, and arching an eyebrow in a very Snape-like fashion.
What gave her the clue that this was not definitely professor Snape, was the smile he gave after she addressed him. It was not the professor's usual derisive smirk, but a genuine smile; a smile she could even say was... sexy?
Hermione slapped herself mentally. Where had that thought come from? She was thinking those things about Snape? But this wasn't Snape, just someone that looked like him but much more handsome, if not just as sexy.
Ok, time to kill that train of thought. Hermione forced herself to concentrate on the present, as he started talking to her.
"Professor Snape? I'm afraid not, you silly girl! I'm here just to grant your wish."
"M-my wish? What are you talking about?"
"You wished that young man away earlier, didn't you?"
"B-but I didn't mean it!"
He arched an eyebrow in challenge.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Okay, I did, but I thought it was just a story!"
"I would've thought that while studying in a school of witchcraft and wizardry you should know better."
She bit her lower lip, a thought making narrow her eyes at him.
"Why wasn't he taken right away then?"
He paced her room, his hand waving in dismissal.
"Too many witnesses as it were, all with the ability to wield magic. Not very conducive to business, wouldn't you say? And speaking of business, my dear... we have some that is unfinished."
Sighing in exasperation, she blew a soft curl that crossed her face.
"Very well, let's get this over with. What's your offer?"
The man gave her a smug smile, a crystal orb appearing out of nowhere in his gloved hand. No incantations or silly wand waving. The orb traveled from hand to hand with the ability of a seasoned juggler, stopping abruptly in his right hand, which he offered to her.
"I'm surprised at you. You should know by now, your dreams. Think about it. A life without prejudice or judgment for being muggleborn. No more Voldemort and his pure-blood ideals. All that for such a trifle thing, you won't even have to suffer, what was it you called him? Ah, yes, 'ferret face's presence ever again."
The offer was tempting, very tempting. Which make her curse her Gryffindor conscience, knowing she would not take it especially if it meant taking someone else's life.
"I know I'm going to regret this, but I'm afraid I must decline. I need to get him back."
The man nodded at her decision.
"Very well, as you wish. You enter through here."
He then proceeded to open the door to her room, making a gentlemanly gesture for her to step through first.
The other side of the door wasn't the stairs to the Gryffindor common room, but a harsh terrain with a tint of orange, strangely familiar, as it was just as the book described. Stepping forward she knew she was on top of a hill, and as she suspected, her doom was at the bottom, even though it was still an impressive and beautiful sight.
"The labyrinth!"
She gasped as she felt the man's breath upon her ear and neck, inadvertently making shivers down her spine, but not in fear. She was surprised to see that his face was tinged with something that looked like concern.
"I must warn you, it will not be like that silly book, you silly little girl. Everyone who traverses the labyrinth has a different experience. You mustn't take anything for granted."
Distancing from her, he straightened, his face back to an impassive mask his posture back to a regal countenance. He pointed to a thirteen-hour clock that was not there a few moments before, and she knew what came next.
"You have thirteen hours in which to solve the labyrinth, before Mr. Malfoy becomes one of us forever."
After saying this, the man and the clock faded in front of her eyes. Turning around facing the labyrinth, she walked down the hill, somehow knowing this would be an exciting adventure, and for some unexplained reason, her destiny.
As she reached the bottom, she knew she had to get in somehow. She looked around, noticing the shrubs with biting fairies, giving them wide berth. She smiled as she recognized the small figure spraying the little pests.
Gathering her Gryffindor courage, she decided to speak.
"Excuse me, could you help me? I need to know how to get inside the labyrinth."
The small figure slumped his shoulders, his back still facing the girl.
"Oh, no! Not another one."
"Another one?"
The figure turned around, Hermione's eyes widening in surprise.
"You need to get inside the labyrinth because you wished someone away, didn't you?"
"Neville?"
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
As usual, 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: http:hptdw. tripod. com / oehplab. html
Thanks for your kind reviews, I seem to have company in this crazy idea that a xover between this 2 fandoms is doable. I have written more HP/Laby xovers, let me know if you are interested and I will post them in Chaos and/or Lumos in Ashwinder or check them out in the Labyrinth section at !
For all of you that had asked me about the book, I'm sad to inform you that the book is out of print. You might find it in used bookstores if you are lucky. But I recommend watching the original source, Labyrinth movie starring David Bowie and a 14-yr old Jennifer Connelly. Talk about an 80's time warp! If you want to read something in a similar venue, I recommend The Forbidden Game series by L.J. Smith.
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. 3 Could I take a raincheck?
It was unnerving, this man was so similar to her Potions professor, with the exception that he did not had the potions Master's trade scowl on his face.
His movements were just as elegant, she noticed, while he folded his arms across his chest, and arching an eyebrow in a very Snape-like fashion.
What gave her the clue that this was not definitely professor Snape, was the smile he gave after she addressed him. It was not the professor's usual derisive smirk, but a genuine smile; a smile she could even say was... sexy?
Hermione slapped herself mentally. Where had that thought come from? She was thinking those things about Snape? But this wasn't Snape, just someone that looked like him but much more handsome, if not just as sexy.
Ok, time to kill that train of thought. Hermione forced herself to concentrate on the present, as he started talking to her.
"Professor Snape? I'm afraid not, you silly girl! I'm here just to grant your wish."
"M-my wish? What are you talking about?"
"You wished that young man away earlier, didn't you?"
"B-but I didn't mean it!"
He arched an eyebrow in challenge.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Okay, I did, but I thought it was just a story!"
"I would've thought that while studying in a school of witchcraft and wizardry you should know better."
She bit her lower lip, a thought making narrow her eyes at him.
"Why wasn't he taken right away then?"
He paced her room, his hand waving in dismissal.
"Too many witnesses as it were, all with the ability to wield magic. Not very conducive to business, wouldn't you say? And speaking of business, my dear... we have some that is unfinished."
Sighing in exasperation, she blew a soft curl that crossed her face.
"Very well, let's get this over with. What's your offer?"
The man gave her a smug smile, a crystal orb appearing out of nowhere in his gloved hand. No incantations or silly wand waving. The orb traveled from hand to hand with the ability of a seasoned juggler, stopping abruptly in his right hand, which he offered to her.
"I'm surprised at you. You should know by now, your dreams. Think about it. A life without prejudice or judgment for being muggleborn. No more Voldemort and his pure-blood ideals. All that for such a trifle thing, you won't even have to suffer, what was it you called him? Ah, yes, 'ferret face's presence ever again."
The offer was tempting, very tempting. Which make her curse her Gryffindor conscience, knowing she would not take it especially if it meant taking someone else's life.
"I know I'm going to regret this, but I'm afraid I must decline. I need to get him back."
The man nodded at her decision.
"Very well, as you wish. You enter through here."
He then proceeded to open the door to her room, making a gentlemanly gesture for her to step through first.
The other side of the door wasn't the stairs to the Gryffindor common room, but a harsh terrain with a tint of orange, strangely familiar, as it was just as the book described. Stepping forward she knew she was on top of a hill, and as she suspected, her doom was at the bottom, even though it was still an impressive and beautiful sight.
"The labyrinth!"
She gasped as she felt the man's breath upon her ear and neck, inadvertently making shivers down her spine, but not in fear. She was surprised to see that his face was tinged with something that looked like concern.
"I must warn you, it will not be like that silly book, you silly little girl. Everyone who traverses the labyrinth has a different experience. You mustn't take anything for granted."
Distancing from her, he straightened, his face back to an impassive mask his posture back to a regal countenance. He pointed to a thirteen-hour clock that was not there a few moments before, and she knew what came next.
"You have thirteen hours in which to solve the labyrinth, before Mr. Malfoy becomes one of us forever."
After saying this, the man and the clock faded in front of her eyes. Turning around facing the labyrinth, she walked down the hill, somehow knowing this would be an exciting adventure, and for some unexplained reason, her destiny.
As she reached the bottom, she knew she had to get in somehow. She looked around, noticing the shrubs with biting fairies, giving them wide berth. She smiled as she recognized the small figure spraying the little pests.
Gathering her Gryffindor courage, she decided to speak.
"Excuse me, could you help me? I need to know how to get inside the labyrinth."
The small figure slumped his shoulders, his back still facing the girl.
"Oh, no! Not another one."
"Another one?"
The figure turned around, Hermione's eyes widening in surprise.
"You need to get inside the labyrinth because you wished someone away, didn't you?"
"Neville?"
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