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A/N: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed. Have just edited this, so decided to post it.

Chapter Seven

"No one can blame you
For walking away.
Too much rejection.
No love injection."

25th May, 2005 – Senior Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt's Office, Department for Magical Law Enforcement

"Yes, Healer…Whistler, is it? How can I help you?" Shacklebolt asked, obvious annoyance and boredom etched in his voice.

He had serious matters to attend to, and was irritated that this self important jackass had demanded to speak with him personally. However, he was in Headmaster Dumbledore's pocket, so it paid to cater to his ego. For now, at least.

"Auror Shacklebolt, I am here to report a matter of great importance to you. Harry Potter has missed his latest scheduled appointment." Harry's Mind Healer delivered this news with the appropriate seriousness, but could not prevent the expression of relish entering his eyes at his charge's infraction. Perhaps he was hoping the young man would be punished.

Kingsley however, was momentarily taken aback.

Had Potter still had to go to those sessions with this pompous git of a shrink? Since his trial and sentence had been carried out, the wizarding world hadn't heard a peep out of him. His case had been filed by Shacklebolt's department, and they'd promptly forgotten about him.

"Huh, couldn't have been much of a threat after all then. Though I suppose he wouldn't be, without his magic." He thought, and then cursed himself for a fool.

There were ways and means around a magical binding, and anyone who was reported to be as dark as the Potter boy was, would have no trouble contacting other practitioners of those arts, and having the block lifted. It would not have been easy, but still…doable.

But, clearly, he hadn't. Or if he had, he'd not gone out and wreaked bloody vengeance, as so many had feared he might. Signalling his assistant, Kingsley ordered the Potter file to be brought in.

"So, Healer Whistler, what can you tell me about his mental and emotional state? What has he been doing with himself? Where does he work etc.?" He asked, opening the file and skimming over the last entry.

Whistler himself opened a file and read from it.

"His mental state is unstable at best. He is very reticent in our meetings and it is difficult for me to get any reactions from him, or to get ideas across. As for his emotional state, that is unreadable. He works at the PDSA Pet Aid Hospital, in Salisbury. He is a veterinary surgeon, and now goes under the name 'Dr' Harry Potter. It is a muggle salutation, I believe." The Healer reported, a slight sneer on his face.

Shacklebolt wondered if there actually was something wrong with Potter, or if dealing with this man just made him shut down temporarily. Merlin knew it was beginning to do that to him.

"What is a veterinary surgeon, Healer?" He asked, making notes.

"An animal Healer. I think he said he had attended a muggle university in order to become qualified to treat animals in their world." He replied, clearly not very interested in Harry's job.

"And the PDSA?" Prompted Kingsley, feeling like he was trying to get blood out of stone. No, scratch that, such a task would be far easier than this.

"A charitable organisation, I believe." Was all the man said. Realising he wasn't going to get much more information out of him, Kingsley rose to dismiss him.

"Thank you for taking the time to come and report this to us, Healer Whistler. You are a credit to St. Mungo's and to Wizarding Britain as a whole." He said, practically knowing the thing by rote. Suitably puffed up with his own importance, the Mind Healer left the Auror Headquarters.

Shacklebolt sat back for a minute, considering the case.

It was bound to open a whole can of worms that Kingsley really didn't want to open. Harry Potter was an emotive issue for many in the Wizarding World, and he wasn't sure if his department was going to come out at the other end of this, unscathed. Sighing, he sat up to make the fire-call he knew he would have to, the sooner he did it, the better. Any delays would just cause problems. Merlin knew he didn't need any more of those!

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Headmaster Albus Dumbledore's Office."

20th May, 2005 – Healer Sakoto's Reiki Room, Uruma, Okinawa

"Remus, you were right to suspect that there was an enchantment placed upon you. You have been subjected to the curse your kind calls 'Imperius'. I do not know what instructions were given to you. I can only break the spell. Is this what you wish?" Asked Sakoto.

Remus regarded her with trepidation and fear.

Oh, he wanted the Imperius broken alright, but he was worried to find out what it had been forcing him to do. Perhaps it was the cause for him travelling half way across the world, for a second time? He was already angry with himself for running off last time, and he was unsure of why he had done it this time. Every time he thought about going home, well, he just didn't.

Actually, thinking about it now, it was pretty obvious what one of the things the curse was forcing him to do, and he didn't like it at all. Not one bit.

"Very well." He replied, and she set to work.


24th May, 2005 – Jareth's Bedroom, The Castle Beyond The Goblin City

Jareth and Harry were both sat on the huge bed, facing slightly away from each other, neither sure how to start the inevitable conversation, but both knowing it had to be had.

Everything that had been discovered and revealed that evening hung between them, the emotions of it all mixed and jumbled until they were hardly recognisable. It was as if a great weight had been lifted, only to be replaced by a new one. But one which hadn't been properly aligned or placed, and so, they felt off-kilter.

"So, um, betrothed huh?" Harry said, for lack of anything better to say. He cursed himself silently for sounding like an idiot. But it seemed to do the trick, as Jareth stirred and smiled at him.

"Yes, betrothed. We have been since a few days after your birth. It was decided by the council of the many races of the Underground. My Underground. Originally I was to marry your sister, Caredessi. But she found her mate and so it was not to be. Between us, I am glad." He explained and Harry smiled, pleased.

"Oh really?" He asked and Jareth smiled back. He slid over the bed to kneel in front of Harry and cupped a cheek with his hand, rubbing his thumb gently across the smooth skin, he looked as if he was trying to memorise every detail.

"Yes. Really. When I first looked into your eyes, as a baby, I was unsure. But now I have met you, the man. I am sure. Despite everything that has happened to you, to bring you here, you still maintain such a wondrous and generous character. Your spirit is wild yet caring. You are so intelligent, and yet you do not flaunt your gifts to those who could quite easily be considered less than you. In fact, you truly believe that none are less than you. I am not trying to make you out to be a saint, or anything other than what you are. I suppose I am trying to say that I am glad that the real you is finally free, and that I am glad you are here, with me."

He paused to take a breath, and his hand migrated from Harry's face to his waist and he gently tugged the younger man forwards. "Yes, we are promised to each other, but since we are immortal, there is no need to rush anything. I would be... honoured to continue has we have been and let the rest of our relationship develop naturally. What do you think?" Jareth asked the last part in a slight rush, as if he was nervous of a possible answer.

Harry reached out a hand, and smoothed some of the fae's hair behind his ears, pausing to take the time to trace the outer shell of the pointy ears.

"Strange." He murmured, still unused to the changes in his own body, he jumped slightly in surprised as one of Jareth's hands skimmed over his now lobe-less ears. He chuckled and shook his head, his fingers not leaving the soft skin of the Goblin King's neck as he spoke.

"I agree. This, is a surprise. There is no denying that. I mean, I'm an elf, not a human. And I'm not alone in the world, I have parents! A brother and a sister! It's mind boggling really. But you, you were the one to bring me all this. And now you tell me that we have been promised to each other, it's a shock yes, but, it feels right. That's not to say it won't take some getting used to, because it will. But, I don't know, it feels nice, I guess." He said, his hands now in Jareth's hair, his body slightly closer and wanting to be even closer still.

The Goblin King tried to focus on what Harry was saying, and ignore what his hands were doing, but it wasn't easy.

"Nice." He repeated, and it was only half a question.

"Yes, nice. Sort of, reassuring. Like, since you're going to be my husband and King someday, I know I don't have to worry about anyone else trying to steal you. I might be yours, but equally, you're mine. And I'm not going to let you get away. So, why don't we go to bed, and let the details work themselves out as they come, hmm?" Harry said, arms now round the King's neck, pulling him towards him.

"Hmm...bed, yes, excellent idea, Your Highness." He murmured, their lips barely an inch apart.

25th May, 2005 - Queen Enaberia's Dressing Room, Royal Guest Quarters, Jareth's Castle.

"Your Majesty, His Majesty and Prince Elessar invite you and your family to break your fast with them, in the gardens this morn. May I carry back your answer?"

The Queen stirred from her dressing table, and smiled warmly at the servant.

"Yes, please tell them that we shall all join them." Replied Enaberia, feeling confident that she could answer for her husband, daughter and son in law.

What a shame her eldest son was not here! But he was needed at home, and this was his chance to prove himself as a leader. Not that he hadn't already done that numerous times, nor was it to say that the people didn't love him and wouldn't follow him. Far from it. No. This was something which Talemario needed to prove to himself. Then he would be fine.

Just as the servant was leaving, Dellandario entered the room and she rose to greet him. Wordlessly pulling her into an embrace, the King tried to calm his excited nerves which were still frayed from yesterday's revelations and impromptu reunion. They'd had some idea of what to expect before they arrived, thanks to the crystal sphere which Jareth had sent, but despite the visual evidence, he had not allowed himself to believe in the possibility that his baby son was alive.

Not until he had been in his physical presence and literally felt the familial connection.

Finding Elessar after all this time, felt like the conclusion to a lifelong quest. And yet, they were still left with so many questions. Who had taken him, and why? Where? Would they return and seek to abduct him again? Dellandario tightened his arms around his wife slightly as if to reassure himself that he had his family safe in his protection.

For her part, Enaberia took this opportunity to study her husband in such an unguarded moment. She knew the lines of his face so well, even better than her own, she thought sometimes. But he was more than a simple elf. He was a King, and as such, was remote from so many. Of course, he took a personal interest in their people, and the citizens of Faenya-Dail knew that their monarch would not turn them away, no matter how small the matter. But all they saw was the benevolent ruler, who acted the way they expected him to. They didn't see the person behind the persona, as it were.

But she did, and she could see that while happy, there was something worrying him. She didn't have to try and puzzle it out, since she already knew - it was most likely the same thing that was worrying her, or close to it. Resting her head against his shoulder she glanced up into her husband's emerald green eyes, so like the ones his eldest and youngest son's shared. Their daughter had vivid violet eyes, just like her mother.

Talemario was a good mix of both parents, while Caredessi favoured her mother and maternal grandmother. Elessar however, was cut from almost exactly the same cloth as his papa, and it showed. There was a slight similarity when he was a baby, but now he was a man grown and the likeness was uncanny, save for a softening of features he must have inherited from her. She was over the moon at the chance to finally notice these things, and to have the time to look for them. Shaking herself from her reverie she informed Dellandario about the breakfast and then finished her dressing as quickly as possible.

25th May, 2005 - Dumbledore's Office - Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

"I do not understand what it is you are telling me Auror Shacklebolt. Your office was supposed to be watching the man, how can he be missing?!" Demanded the Minister of Magic.

Since his report to the Headmaster earlier that day, after the interview with that Mind Healer, his department had gone all out to find as much information on Harry Potter and his possible whereabouts. So far, they hadn't had much luck.

"We were, after his sentence was carried out, ordered to operate surveillance on him. But after two years, it was decided, by my predecessor, that resources being employed to monitor Dr Potter could be better utilised elsewhere. He received authorisation from your office, Sir. Since Dr Potter has not committed any offences, nor had any been reported, before or after his trial, it was felt that any threat he posed was negligible, and he himself was benign."

Kingsley could feel a headache coming on, and was actually due home hours ago. Not that mentioning either of those things would make a difference, or in fact would matter to any of the people present at this meeting.

"Be that as it may, authorisation or no, your department has let the side down, Shacklebolt! Don't try and worm your way out of this one!" The Minister replied, floundering slightly, because he knew that his excuses were just that - excuses.

"Gentlemen! Please, let us return to the subject at hand - Harry's disappearance. Now, what is known?" Dumbledore stated calmly. That is, calmly on the surface. Internally, his mind was moving at a mile a minute.

Dumbledore knew Harry was not a Potter by birth.

He knew that he was a child his ancestors had sent to him to give to the Potters to raise. He was to be the bringer about of a great prophecy. Instructions had been left to him by his Father on what to do, when the time was right. He didn't question any of it, he just knew he had to bow to the needs of the greater good.

Though where his family had got a human child from, he did not know. All he knew was that the child was powerful enough, and the infertile Potters were desperate enough.

"He attended work as normal on the morning of Friday, 20th May. He had a half-day holiday, and told the colleagues who asked that he was to attend a 'car-boot sale', and later was going to relax with a nice book or DVD. No one we've spoken with has seen him since he left the PDSA Hospital in Salisbury. We have investigated this 'car-boot sale' phenomenon, and found many of these gatherings in the area. As yet, we have not been able to question any potential witnesses, as these events are of a disorganised nature. Any may attend to either sell their wares or to purchase items. As such, we have no basis for identifying any attendees. Dr Potter missed an appointment with his healer on Monday, 23rd May. Healer Whistler then reported this to me this morning, Wednesday 25th May. At this time, we may state that Dr Potter has been missing for approximately five and half days." Kingsley finished his report.

A part of him, the part which still felt grateful to the slightly scrawny teenager who saved them all from the Dark Lord Voldemort, wished that they could leave Harry missing. He was probably fine, wherever he was. His home showed no signs of forced entry. His car, which had been towed away by the local police force, showed no obvious signs of trauma or a struggle. He'd probably had enough and taken himself off somewhere. After all, he did have a muggle job, and was paid in muggle money which the Ministry had no control over, much to their chagrin. So, he wasn't without means.

"Has a search been performed of his home?" Asked Dumbledore, looking over the papers which Shacklebolt had handed him on arrival. Stuff which basically answered all the questions the old man was asking, but in a much more long winded manner.

"Yes, nothing obvious is missing. His passport is in our possession as you know. And, as far as we're aware, he has not obtained a replacement. However, we do not have control over the British Passport Agency, so a new passport may have been possible." Kingsley answered.

"Right, I see." Dumbledore said, eyes still on the report. He closed it abruptly. "Kingsley, I want him found."

"Of course, Headmaster." Shacklebolt replied. "Wouldn't want your precious Golden Boy out of your control now, would you old man?" He thought to himself.

25th May, 2005 - The Rose Garden, The Grounds of Jareth's Castle

Harry was sitting at the table arranged by the servants, happy for the moment to simply listen to people talk around him, listen to the sound of the castle moving through its everyday life, the animals in the garden, the goblins laughing and being rowdy in the distance.

The fairies were nestled amongst the flowers in the nearby rose bushes, and he could see Hoggle was just itching to get up and start spraying them with fairy-repellent. However, he seemed to be restraining himself. Whether it was the company he was in, or if it was just because he was hungry, Harry really wasn't sure. Probably the latter though.

He'd not quite recovered from the shock of the day before. Though he had to admit, the night spent in Jareth's arms had done a lot to reassure him. It was funny, he didn't realise until now, that he had never really connected with anyone he'd been with in the past. Though, it wasn't that unusual, considering most of his experience was rushed encounters at university or school. And maybe he felt so close to the Goblin King because he knew the man had seen inside him practically, and hadn't run away screaming.

What was weird as well, was that in the book - The Labyrinth - he had acted so differently. He was cruel and controlling, vindictive and spiteful. Thinking about it now, he could not see how that cruel fae and the lover he knew could be the same person. Clearly there was more to it than he knew already. And wasn't that just the theme of the moment? There was an awful lot he was ignorant about - this place, its people, hell! His family even!

Not that he wasn't overjoyed to have them - he most definitely was. But, it would probably take years to sort anything out. "At least life won't be boring." He thought to himself.

He felt a hand slip into his and squeeze gently. He turned to face the owner of the hand, looking into eyes to foreign from what he was used to, and yet no less compelling than the first time he looked into them. But where there had been cold amusement before, they were now completely filled with warmth.

"Lost in your thoughts?" Jareth asked and Harry nodded.

"Elessar - Harry - sorry I do not know how to address you. But Hoggle here said you were having difficulty in flying. I would love to provide you with some assistance, if you would like." Princess Caredessi offered with a hopeful smile. She also looked a little nervous, as if she wasn't quite sure of how her offer would be received. Harry smiled back and she seemed to relax.

"That would be great! And call me Harry, please. For now, anyway, it is what I am used to." He replied and she inclined her head in agreement.

"Perhaps, if it is alright, you two could do that this afternoon. I do not mean to bring the mood down, but I believe there are some concerns we should address. Such as, who took Elessar - Harry, and if they might try again. I realise that we know little of these matters, but perhaps if we could pool our information, it might prove fruitful?" Suggested King Dellandario. Harry flicked a worried look at him, and exchanged a significant glance with Jareth . "Son, I would never forgive myself if we lost you a second time. I know this is unlikely, as you are now more than capable of defending yourself. But I just..." His voice trailed off, as emotion rose within him and made his voice sound hoarse.

"Father, it feels strange to call you that, and yet not at the same time. I know what you mean, and I don't think it would be a problem to discuss such things. I think it would be a good idea for one of the Gringotts goblins to join us as well, to see what news they have of the Aboveground. Someone is bound to have noticed my disappearance by now." Harry said, and the others nodded.

"Do you think they will be looking for you?" Asked Enaberia quietly.

"I would be surprised if they weren't. I was supposed to see the Mind Healer they assigned me a few days ago, and he definitely would report it if I missed a session without warning. He'd have to - it's in his contract. Despite the fact that the Wizarding World cast me off like yesterday's newspaper, they still kept their eyes firmly on me and my affairs. They wanted to run everything - they had control over my life, my money, my home. And the stupid thing is, I don't even know why. Not really. I don't know what it is I did that was so bad, that they had to take my magic. My life, even." Harry had to stop before he became overwhelmed. His family and friends looked shocked and angry, and all emotions in between.

"What did happen? How did they turn on you? How did it all come about?" Asked Caredessi, wanting to understand this world she had no knowledge of. Wanting to reason out how an entire people turned on a person as kind as her little brother appeared to be.

"There wasn't one all-changing event, I don't think. It just accumulated, and accumulated, until the ordinary people called for my arrest. I didn't really do anything. Oh, I was in the news, and stories were written about me. Such stories that were full of spite and fabrications. They had some idea, of how they wanted me to behave. I was famous, more famous than anyone in the Wizarding World had even been before, and everyone wanted a piece of me. I think in the end, people stopped seeing me as a person; I was just a vehicle, a means for them to achieve their goals - politicians, journalists, teachers, my friends even! When I didn't conform to their idea, when I carried on as if my fame didn't exist, they didn't like it. Not one bit." He paused to take a sip of his drink, his throat suddenly dry.

It was so hard to speak about things like this, that period of his life had been over for years, or at least, living in the muggle world with no magic, he had been separated from it for years, but the feelings - they were still raw. It had actually still hurt him physically, since the day of the binding. Painkillers, like codeine, tramacet and the like had helped for a while, but he had to stop lest he become addicted.

The pain had only gone away completely, when Jareth had healed him.

"The arrested me for extreme antisocial behaviour, and high crimes against the wizarding people. Completely fake crimes and charges which don't exist. Not in Wizarding law, as I had someone look them up. In fact, according to a source of mine, no charges were ever filed against me. No legal proceedings were begun. No counsel was offered and no one had a chance to protest. They just dragged me in there for their disgusting show of power and then stripped me of everything I ever thought I was. Because they could. And, because nobody was going to stop them. I wonder sometimes, if I should have even bothered saving them. At least with the Dark Lord, you could be fairly sure of where you stood and what he wanted from you. Even if you didn't agree, at least he was largely up front about things: "I am going to kill you. Why? Because I don't like you and you get on my nerves. Bye, bye!" He was a pretty straight forward guy, most of the time." Harry said the last with a sardonic smile.

"It's hard not to be bitter about these things. I, myself have know betrayal, dishonour and persecution by my friends and family. One knows that not everyone in the world is like that, but then at the same time, in such cases, the mob rules. Individuals might not agree, but their power to change minds, to make a difference, is often negligible. There are examples of occasions where this has not been the case, but usually, it is so. The perpetrators often get away with the crimes. However, this time, that is not true. What your wizard associates seem to have forgotten, or what they may have been too blind or too arrogant to discover - is that magic is a gift - not a right. It is not theirs to neither bestow nor remove. Their actions against you will have consequences. The Fates will not let this rest for long. I do not know what their punishment will be, but they will be punished." Jareth's tone was deadly serious, and the others around the table had faces which were just as grim and grave.

Harry could tell, they were not joking.

26th May, 2005 -The Phoenix Chamber, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

The Order of the Phoenix had to start holding their meetings at Hogwarts since Harry's assets had been transferred to the Ministry's control. While they were pleased he had been prevented from using his considerable fortune to finance his own reign of terror, they were rather put out that they could no longer use Grimmauld Place as their Headquarters. Not that they had many Death Eaters to fight these days. But that didn't mean they had nothing to talk about. Mainly, they concentrated on manipulating things behind the scenes, just the way Dumbledore liked it.

They were meeting today to discuss Harry's disappearance. And no one was particularly happy about it.

"I told you we should have just let a Dementor Kiss him! Would've been a lot simpler all round. With any luck he might not have changed his Will and we could have got some cash out of it." Said Ron Weasley, and rather predictably too.

"Ronald! For all we know he could be dead!" Said Hermione Granger. A few were surprised she was actually concerned. But they soon got over it. "You mustn't speak ill of the dead, even if he was a danger. Though, he may not be dead. He may have gone to put his plans into place, whatever they are." She said and a few others nodded.

"Whatever his motives for disappearing are, I brought you here so we could discuss finding him. Now, Kingsley has suggested that he may have saved muggle money from his job. As you already know, the Ministry has no control over his muggle bank accounts, as they cannot bypass the Data Protection Act which his information is subject to. The Muggle Relations Officer won't hear of it, as it would cause too much chaos on the other side. They have pursued every avenue possible, even trying to fool his account manager into believing we are his accountants or solicitors, but it would seem we would need Harry's permission each and every time we tried to access anything, or have him fill in some kind of disclosure form. Even then, we would not be able to restrict his usage of his own money, without something called Power of Attorney, which is arranged through the muggle Courts. Duplication of such a document is possible, but against the Muggle Protection Act." The Order listened to this patiently, though the reasons they could not restrict his muggle bank account were old news to most.

"How much does he make anyway? What is he? Some kind of healer, right? What do they get these days?" Asked Tonks and Hermione coughed slightly.

"He's a Veterinary Surgeon. They normally receive a high salary. But he works for a charity, so I'd estimate he's on about thirty thousand pounds a year. Nothing to sniff at." She said and a few people looked confused. She rolled her eyes, and added, "That's about seven and half thousand galleons per annum." Now they understood.

"Not bad, not bad at all. How long has he been working there?" Dung wanted to know.

"Not long enough to build up a fortune big enough to take over the world, you cretins! He went to university you know. The muggles have to pay for that these days. He's probably paying off his debts from being a student. Honestly." Scoffed Severus, wondering why he was still here, and then feeling a twinge in the fealty mark Dumbledore had placed on him more than twenty years ago, he remembered.

"Oh yeah, that's why. Bastard." He thought. "Merlin, give me strength!"

26th May, 2005 - Jareth's Bedroom, The Castle Beyond the Goblin City

Jareth stirred restlessly as he felt a cool breeze run over his exposed skin. He rolled over and reached out to pull Harry closer, only to discover that his love was no longer sleeping beside him. Sitting up a little too quickly, he looked around the dim room trying to spot him. He judged the time to be a few hours before dawn, and wondered where Harry would have gone to this late - or this early, depending on how you looked at it. Still peering into the gloom, he saw Harry sitting on the windowsill of the nearest window, his hair and feathers fluttering in the early morning breeze.

He rose, more slowly this time, and made his way over the quiet elf. Reaching out a hand to run through his hair, Jareth was relieved when he felt the younger male lean into his touch.

"Can't sleep?" The Goblin King asked the obvious question.

"Hmm? No, I had a bad dream." Harry sighed, and turned slightly so he could rest his head against Jareth's chest. Almost automatically, the King folded his lover into his arms.

"Want to talk about it?" He offered, his concern clear in his voice. Harry nodded, and then shook his head.

"I don't know." He murmured, his voice muffled from where he was trying to bury his face in the other man's embrace. Stepping back slightly, Jareth placed his hands under Harry's chin so he could look into his eyes.

"It makes a difference sometimes you know. Please, tell me what is troubling you. I want to help." He cajoled and Harry seemed to relent.

"Very well. I had a dream I've had so frequently, that I feel like the very image of it is etched into the backs of my eyelids. I see it so often, it's a wonder I can see anything else. My, godfather - the man my parents chose to protect me should anything happen to them - he died, many years ago now. In fact nearly ten years ago, and I watched it. Watched him fall through the Veil, and there was nothing I could do to stop it! I couldn't save him, and it was all my fault and I..." He choked, trying to hold back the tears because he had cried about this too many times in the past. He sniffed and looked up at Jareth, and blinked in surprise at the arrested expression on the King's face. "Jareth?" He prompted and the fae jumped slightly.

"Forgive me my inattention. Ah, you have been crying, I am sorry I was far away for a moment. Did you say the Veil? Do you mean he died?" He questioned and Harry frowned.

"No, well, I assume he did. He fell through a...curtain, and d-didn't appear on the other side. There was no...b-body, but they said, they all said..." He paused and visibly collected himself, wiping the moisture away from his eyes and taking a deep, calming breath. "Why do you want to know?" He demanded, and Jareth closed his eyes for a moment.

"He's not dead, Harry. He's in an Oubliette."