A/N: I know I haven't updated in a while. Well, I got my new job, in fact start tomorrow and now I'm with th ecrazyness of having to sell my old house and get a new one in the state where I'm going to be working now. In the meantime, I have to cross 2 states every time I go to work and back. Not bad for a 90 minute drive, no? Hopefully I'll be moved by Thanksgiving or the beginning of December. crosses fingers
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.
Turning his attention back to the crystal, he narrowed his eyes while a mischievous smile spread through his lips. This had the potential to be fun, after all.
Hermione kept walking through the corridor, when she noticed something that made her stop. There seemed to be a… hole? It seemed that the only way to pass it was to jump over it. She stopped next to the ledge to see how far she had to jump. It didn't look like it was going to be too far, she could easily make it.
Taking some steps back, she ran and jumped almost missing the ledge by mere inches. Catching her breath, she looked back to where the hole was. She jumped while feeling the rush of having accomplished the feat.
"Yeah! That wasn't hard at all!"
The floor beneath her started shaking. The floor slanted violently up in front of her, making her lose her balance. To her dismay, she fell inside the aforementioned hole.
She felt like Alice in wonderland. She knew she was falling, but very slowly. At least she thought she was. It was so dark she couldn't see anything. After a while she finally touched bottom.
Not knowing where she was, she started feeling with her hands around, until she remembered she had her wand with her. She also remembered that he never said anything about not using magic. Grinning, she pointed her wand.
"Lumos!"
Light started coming out slowly from the tip of her wand. Then, the light became more and more intense, until the wand sputtered and it went out.
A scream followed by a noisy racket was heard for the few moments brilliant light spilled throughout the place. Going towards the source of the noise, Hermione noticed a source of light from the direction she was trying to go towards. She then noticed it was a lamp growing while a small figure righting itself up. Recognizing who it was Hermione was filled with relief.
"Hogille!"
The dwarf just gave her an almost bored look.
"Oh, it's you. It figures."
She then tried to make out her surroundings, but the light was just brilliant enough to let her see the dwarf who was directly in front of her, nothing else.
"What is this place?"
"An Oubliviatte."
That sounded somewhat familiar. Of course! She read about it in the little red book.
"You mean an oubliette?"
"No, here you put people for them to forget, but the idiot that runs this place used a broken wand... obliviated himself..."
Hogille then turned up the lamp's flame letting the light spill throughout all the corners.
As light enveloped the room, she noticed that the walls were a scary frilly pink with lots of pictures of.... Gilderoy Lockhart? She blinked, trying to make sure she was seeing right. Yup, that was him, alright. No one else would wear that ghastly shade of lilac.
Hogille sighed.
"You see? Once you turn the lights on, you'll do anything to forget..."
Hermione mumbled under her breath while looking for a way out.
"You're not kidding…"
Hermione then noticed that there were no doors to get out. She then turned to her companion.
"Hogille?"
Hogille answered absentmindedly while looking at a book titled "Magical Me".
"Yes?"
"Are there any doors to get out?"
Hogille kept his eyes glued to the book.
"Not really."
Hermione turned towards the dwarf, her hands balled in a fist over her hips.
"Not really? What kind of answer is that?"
Hogille finally tore his gaze out of the book.
"My only answer. There is a way to get out, but it will take you out of the labyrinth as well."
"I can't do that! I have to reach the castle!"
"I don't know why you want to go there. I thought you thought him to be a self-centered arrogant git."
Hermione frowned.
"How you know I thought that about Draco?"
Hogille blinked; his face absent-minded with confusion.
"Draco? Who's that? I was talking about the Dark One."
Hermione came closer to the dwarf. She knew any information she could get would be useful somehow.
"The Dark One? He must have a name, right?"
Hogille turned to her, his eyes closing suspiciously on her.
"Yes, he does. But I do not dare speak it. Only his brother, the Goblin King, speaks his name freely."
Hermione's known curiosity was working overtime now.
"So what is his name? I have learned that fear over a name gives that person power over you."
Hogille chuckled, the irony not lost on him.
"If you must know, his name is S…"
A loud, metallic clang sound stopped his revelation, making him jump nervously. He hurriedly took her by the elbow.
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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. 5 Who is your decorator?
A dark figure was sitting on the steps leading to a throne, his gaze in rapt attention to the images displayed in a round crystal above his gloved palm. No goblins were around, as he couldn't stand them even less than he could stand dunderheaded children.
A snort resounded across the empty room. His eyes turned from the images to the other occupant of the room, as he moved in his sleep, mumbling and going back to a deep slumber. He arched an eyebrow in annoyance, giving a sneer to the blond teenager sleeping soundly inside the fire pit that was filled with pillows and cushions, designed to accommodate those who were wished away.Turning his attention back to the crystal, he narrowed his eyes while a mischievous smile spread through his lips. This had the potential to be fun, after all.
Hermione kept walking through the corridor, when she noticed something that made her stop. There seemed to be a… hole? It seemed that the only way to pass it was to jump over it. She stopped next to the ledge to see how far she had to jump. It didn't look like it was going to be too far, she could easily make it.
Taking some steps back, she ran and jumped almost missing the ledge by mere inches. Catching her breath, she looked back to where the hole was. She jumped while feeling the rush of having accomplished the feat.
"Yeah! That wasn't hard at all!"
The floor beneath her started shaking. The floor slanted violently up in front of her, making her lose her balance. To her dismay, she fell inside the aforementioned hole.
She felt like Alice in wonderland. She knew she was falling, but very slowly. At least she thought she was. It was so dark she couldn't see anything. After a while she finally touched bottom.
Not knowing where she was, she started feeling with her hands around, until she remembered she had her wand with her. She also remembered that he never said anything about not using magic. Grinning, she pointed her wand.
"Lumos!"
Light started coming out slowly from the tip of her wand. Then, the light became more and more intense, until the wand sputtered and it went out.
A scream followed by a noisy racket was heard for the few moments brilliant light spilled throughout the place. Going towards the source of the noise, Hermione noticed a source of light from the direction she was trying to go towards. She then noticed it was a lamp growing while a small figure righting itself up. Recognizing who it was Hermione was filled with relief.
"Hogille!"
The dwarf just gave her an almost bored look.
"Oh, it's you. It figures."
She then tried to make out her surroundings, but the light was just brilliant enough to let her see the dwarf who was directly in front of her, nothing else.
"What is this place?"
"An Oubliviatte."
That sounded somewhat familiar. Of course! She read about it in the little red book.
"You mean an oubliette?"
"No, here you put people for them to forget, but the idiot that runs this place used a broken wand... obliviated himself..."
Hogille then turned up the lamp's flame letting the light spill throughout all the corners.
As light enveloped the room, she noticed that the walls were a scary frilly pink with lots of pictures of.... Gilderoy Lockhart? She blinked, trying to make sure she was seeing right. Yup, that was him, alright. No one else would wear that ghastly shade of lilac.
Hogille sighed.
"You see? Once you turn the lights on, you'll do anything to forget..."
Hermione mumbled under her breath while looking for a way out.
"You're not kidding…"
Hermione then noticed that there were no doors to get out. She then turned to her companion.
"Hogille?"
Hogille answered absentmindedly while looking at a book titled "Magical Me".
"Yes?"
"Are there any doors to get out?"
Hogille kept his eyes glued to the book.
"Not really."
Hermione turned towards the dwarf, her hands balled in a fist over her hips.
"Not really? What kind of answer is that?"
Hogille finally tore his gaze out of the book.
"My only answer. There is a way to get out, but it will take you out of the labyrinth as well."
"I can't do that! I have to reach the castle!"
"I don't know why you want to go there. I thought you thought him to be a self-centered arrogant git."
Hermione frowned.
"How you know I thought that about Draco?"
Hogille blinked; his face absent-minded with confusion.
"Draco? Who's that? I was talking about the Dark One."
Hermione came closer to the dwarf. She knew any information she could get would be useful somehow.
"The Dark One? He must have a name, right?"
Hogille turned to her, his eyes closing suspiciously on her.
"Yes, he does. But I do not dare speak it. Only his brother, the Goblin King, speaks his name freely."
Hermione's known curiosity was working overtime now.
"So what is his name? I have learned that fear over a name gives that person power over you."
Hogille chuckled, the irony not lost on him.
"If you must know, his name is S…"
A loud, metallic clang sound stopped his revelation, making him jump nervously. He hurriedly took her by the elbow.
"We need to get out of here. Looks like his highness ordered a little bit of cleaning."
Hermione's eyes were opened wide in fear. For what the book described, it was not going to be a pleasant encounter.
"The cleaners?"
"You wish! It's something much worse! It's the cleaning ladies!"
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