A/N: coughs while life's dust settles all around her. After all the craziness in my life, looks like its starting to get somewhat normal, so looks like I'm going to be able to write again! Here's something I had for a while but seems that my beta has gone AWOL. Friendlyquark, where are you?

If you see any mistakes in here, it's my fault since I haven't been able to get to my beta, so I will try to fix them as soon as I can.

The inspiration for this fic came from a picture that was posted in Artistic alley about 3 years 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 crossover between this two fandoms is doable. I have written more HP/Labyrinth crossovers, 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 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 (the book was actually based on the movie), Labyrinth 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. 6 Secrets Revealed

Hermione winced as a piercing squeaking sound went through her ears and right into her brain, the annoying sound multiplying quickly within the echo of the corridors, giving her an instant splitting headache.

Hogille covered his ears.

"We need to get out of here. The sound they make can drive you crazy, like those little birdies you have in the wizarding world."

Hermione's eyes widened with worry.

"You mean Fwoopers?"

Hogille nodded, then signaled Hermione to follow him, so she covered her ears as well and started running behind him inside the dark corridors.

The noise kept getting louder, no matter how far they seemed to run. The headache was getting worse, to the point she couldn't even think. Hogille stopped as he saw Hermione stumble and almost fall. He tried to look for a way out, not seeing one, just an old gate that had been chained and locked.

The noise levels were getting worse, it was so loud and piercing it was debilitating. Hogille tried to rattle the old gate but it wouldn't budge. He turned to Hermione to ask her to use her magic, but to his horror, she was lying on the floor, almost unconscious, her wand in her hand perilously close to fall.

As Hogille started seeing black spots in front of him, he heard a weak Alohomora, and the whole gate fell to the other side. Hogille took her by the arm, dragging her as much as he could inside the new chamber.

For some strange reason, the room seemed to be in total silence. It was a peculiar sensation to Hermione, since her ears were still ringing painfully along with the throbbing of her head.

She couldn't see any exits; in fact it was difficult to see anything at all. So taking her wand she remembered what happened the last time she tried to cast Lumos, so she decided a different approach this time.

"Incendio!"

She could hear the sound of fires going off from far away, the sound becoming closer and she jumped as a sconce flared to life to her right and to her front, she then followed with her eyes the subsequent sconces flaring to life throughout what appeared to be a corridor.

Looking around, Hermione noticed that this was no ordinary corridor. It had the feel of an abandoned gallery, as there were pictures hanging along both sides of the walls.

Pausing, interested in some of the pictures, she saw portraits of men and women, all with similar features, blonde hair and blue eyes, that curiously reminded her of the Malfoy family. She then noticed small plaques underneath the pictures, but they were covered in dust and grime, so they were barely readable.

Putting her hand inside one of her sleeves, Hermione rubbed off one of the plaques, the inscription revealed at her actions.

'His Royal Majesty

King Nandor

Ruler of the elf kingdom.'

She started rubbing off more pictures, each of them revealing rulers from different creatures, from dwarves to pixies, until she stopped at a picture that was different from all others. This one did not show a portrait of a single person, but it was a family portrait.

A man with long blonde hair embraced lovingly a stunning woman with long tresses, dark as night. In front of them were two boys, one with spiky blonde hair just like the man's, the other with long hair, dark as the woman's. The dark boy's features seemed somewhat familiar to her, but she could not place where she had seen that face before. She wiped the plaque underneath the picture.

The royal family, King Urien, her Majesty Queen Silvana Snape and former Ministry of Magic ambassador, rulers of the goblin kingdom, along with their children, Prince Jareth, heir to the goblin throne and Prince Severus, future ambassador to the wizarding world.

Her eyes opened wide as she read the plaque once more. Queen Silvana Snape? Prince Severus? Could it be possible that the man who had condemned her to run this labyrinth was actually her foul-tempered Potions professor?

It made kind of sense now, why everything she encountered seemed somewhat familiar. It must be part of the spell, to challenge you while giving you a feel of something familiar.

She smirked as she discovered her professor's secret. She had stopped being afraid of her Potions professor after fifth year, seeing all the sacrifices he made for the Order. That must have been when her admiration towards him had turned into something different.

She had always admired his vast intelligence and sharp wit when it was not directed at her, but after helping Molly Weasley take care of him after a severe punishment on the summer of her sixth year, her seemed crush turned deeper.

Even the professor's attitude towards her seemed to have changed somewhat after he had recovered. He reluctantly accepted her help brewing potions when he was still too weak to be able to complete them himself. With time, his behavior turned civilized towards her.

The more time they spent together, they seemed to acquire a comfortable rapport with each other, going so far as to establish some intelligent and stimulating conversations during that summer, culminating with her being named his assistant in her seventh and final year at Hogwarts.

So Professor Snape thought he could intimidate her by cleaning up and dressing in sexy clothes? Well, she would show him. With a new determination, she turned towards Hogille.

As Hogille was coming back in to himself, he saw Hermione looking intently at one of the pictures. He could barely hear what she was muttering to herself, but could feel her attitude was changing to anger. She then turned, fierce determination clearly seen in her eyes.

"We need to get out of here, Hogille. I have wasted too much time already."

Hogille just sighed in defeat. She knew. And if her attitude towards her discovery meant anything, he pitied the Prince once she got a hold of him. Stifling a chuckle, he nodded towards Hermione, looking intently for the ladder he knew would be somewhere along one of the walls.

There was a faint light that could be seen at the top of the ladder that was firmly ensconced in the wall. When they reached the top, Hermione noticed that they had come out of an empty fountain!

Hogille looked nervously around.

"Um… Hermione?"

She turned to face the dwarf.

"Yes, Hogille?"

Hogille was absentmindedly tracing patterns with his foot, looking guilty.

"Um, this is as far as I can take you. You are on your own now. I'm sorry."

He then turned around and ran away.

Meanwhile, the dark figure observing them shook his head at Hogille's actions. Acknowledging the King's advisor who had just stepped into the room, he addressed him casually.

"Hoggle, can't your son do anything right?"

A chuckle was heard in response. A small dwarf with bright twinkling blue eyes that reminded him disturbingly of the headmaster peered into the crystal and looked back at him, not before chuckling once more.

"I'm sorry, your Highness. I guess he gets all nervous around a pretty face, just like his 'da. She reminds me a lot of Sarah, you know."

He received an arched eyebrow in response.

"You are not the only one who has been keeping an eye on the little witch. And history has a tendency to repeat itself, you know."

Chuckling at his comment, Hoggle left the room before the Prince's volatile temperament got the best of him, leaving a puzzled prince trying to figure out what the dwarf meant with that comment.

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

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