HP the Gryffindor heir and the Labyrinth
By Rina Bollyqueen 420 **************************************************************************** ***** Ron's 'Source' and the Enchanted Mirror
Harry and Ron went to Hogsmeade the next day, to meet Ron's 'source'. Ron had told Harry that his source would give them a portkey, which would take them to the exact location for 20 minutes and then bring them back to wherever they wanted.
Ron took Harry down a deserted alley and knocked on a wooden door that looked like it was about to fall off its hinges.
"Err...Ron? You sure this is the right place?"
"'Course I'm sure," he replied. Looking around cautiously, Ron knocked on the door. A rectangular part of the door slid open and revealed eyes.
"State you full name," said the voice.
"Ronald Weasley and Harry James Potter," said Ron, rolling his eyes.
"The secret song?" came a second voice. Harry didn't know why, but there was something awfully familiar about the two voices. Ron sighed before saying,
"We need help So we come to you The wonderful amazing Fabulous two. You are best Hogwarts knows the rest How you got Umbridge With your prank fest."
Harry grinned. 'I should have known,' Harry thought, shaking his head. The door opened and Harry laughed when he saw where they were. They were in the back store room of 3W.
"Hello Ron, Harry," they said in unison.
"Hi Fred, where's George?" asked Harry.
"Serving a customer," replied Fred. "Anyway what brings you two here?"
"We need a portkey," said Ron. "Harry needs to pick up something of his parents at the Dursleys, he needs to get there undetected and we were wondering if..."
"If either me or George would enchant a portkey?" asked Fred.
"Well yeah," shrugged Harry. Fred seemed to think about this for a moment.
"Alright," he said. "But you have to do our laundry for a week Ron, when you come back from Hogwarts."
"Agreed," said Ron instantly. Harry took out a blank piece of parchment and gave it to Fred. "Okay, where is it wanna go?"
"The Attic, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey." Harry watched as Fred, muttered a spell. The parchment glowed gold for a second and returned to normal.
"Where do you want to go on your return?"
"The Cellar of Honeydukes, Hogsmeade," supplied Ron. Fred muttered another spell and this time the parchment glowed silver.
"Okay, it's done," said Fred. "It will activate in two minutes. You'll then have exactly twenty minutes to find what you're looking for Harry and grab the portkey before it re-activates." Ron and Harry nodded. "Here, take these for your cousin Harry," grinned Fred, handing Harry a packet of sweets.
"What are they?" he asked suspiciously.
"Oh its not as bad as the ton tongue toffees, I promise," he winked.
Harry took the sweets and put them in his pocket. Ron and Harry grabbed hold of the parchment, and instantly felt the familiar tug behind their navels. When Harry looked up, he saw that they were in the Dursleys attic. They looked for five minutes before Harry spotted it.
"Ron there it is!" he exclaimed. Ron turned around and looked at where Harry was pointing.
"Whoa," whispered Ron as he looked at the mirror. It was oval shaped and had a pure silver frame. "What do we do now?"
"Well the Dursleys go out on Sunday afternoons," thought Harry. "I'll just go put these in Dudley's room, and then we'll rake around the attic to see if I can find anything else that belongs to my parents. We'll just wait for the portkey to re-activate and take it back with us." Harry left for Dudley's room, leaving Ron alone with the mirror. Suddenly he heard a car stopping in front of the house. Harry quickly burst into the attic.
"They're back early," he whispered loudly. "Just stay quiet, we've still got ten minutes before the portkey re-activates." They sat quietly in a corner holding both the mirror and the parchment. Ron and Harry's eyes widened, as they realized that the mirror had began to glow.
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Sarah was sitting in front of her own mirror, whilst combing her hair. She suddenly stopped and stared as the frame of the mirror began to glow.
"Jareth!" she screamed. Her husband appeared at her side instantly.
"What is it?" he asked. Sarah pointed at the mirror.
"Look." When Jareth saw the glowing mirror, his usually calm and arrogant demeanor dropped instantly and replaced with many emotions that flashed across his face.
"It can't be," he whispered. "How can this be happening? Albus said that they were dead!"
"Jareth, could Lily and James have had a child?" she asked, her voice quavering.
"It's possible, but why didn't Albus tell us?" he asked.
"I don't know," she whispered. "But if he didn't tell us he probably had a good reason."
"Let's get to where the other mirror is, we don't want to lose another member of our family!"
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The lights in the Dursleys house flashed and the living room window burst open. Petunia shrieked, Dudley hid behind his father who was shaking with rage and fear. Two owls flew into the room. One white and the other brown. There was a bright flash and before the Dursleys stood King Jareth and Queen Sarah.
"Vernon? Petunia?" questioned Sarah.
"Aunt Sarah! Uncle Jareth!" gasped Petunia. "You ...you did ... magic?"
"Yes Petunia, we did do magic," stated Jareth calmly.
"We thought you were dead!" exclaimed Vernon. Slowly, Dudley emerged from behind his father.
"No Vernon, we returned to our real home," said Sarah. "Our Kingdom was in danger of being invaded so we returned home."
"King...Kingdom?" stuttered Petunia.
"Yes, I am King Jareth, Ruler of the Labyrinth and Prince of the Underground. Your Aunt Sarah, is my Queen."
"King? Queen?" asked Vernon.
"Yes Vernon," said Sarah. "We are here now, because we only recently learned of Liliannah and James's death. Petunia dear, do you remember the mirror we gave to Liliannah and James for their wedding?"
"Of course, it was beautiful,"
"It was enchanted," said Jareth. "We saw our own mirror glowing, and we tracked it's magic to this house."
"Yes, it's upstairs in the attic," said Petunia, beginning to contain herself.
"Take us there immediately," said Jareth. Petunia quickly led them up the stairs towards the attic.
"Petunia, does anyone else live here besides you three?" asked Sarah. "It's really important." Petunia nodded.
"Yes," she whispered. "After Lily and James's deaths, we found Harry on our doorstep with a note from that Headmaster."
"Did you say Harry?" asked Sarah, as Petunia opened the door to the attic.
"Yes." Petunia suddenly froze at the door. Sarah and Jareth looked in behind her. They were just in time to see Harry and Ron disappear as the two boys held the mirror and the small piece of parchment.
Sarah and Jareth looked at each other in shock, realization dawning on them. Harry, the boy who had been wished away to the Labyrinth two nights ago, was THEIR grandson!
By Rina Bollyqueen 420 **************************************************************************** ***** Ron's 'Source' and the Enchanted Mirror
Harry and Ron went to Hogsmeade the next day, to meet Ron's 'source'. Ron had told Harry that his source would give them a portkey, which would take them to the exact location for 20 minutes and then bring them back to wherever they wanted.
Ron took Harry down a deserted alley and knocked on a wooden door that looked like it was about to fall off its hinges.
"Err...Ron? You sure this is the right place?"
"'Course I'm sure," he replied. Looking around cautiously, Ron knocked on the door. A rectangular part of the door slid open and revealed eyes.
"State you full name," said the voice.
"Ronald Weasley and Harry James Potter," said Ron, rolling his eyes.
"The secret song?" came a second voice. Harry didn't know why, but there was something awfully familiar about the two voices. Ron sighed before saying,
"We need help So we come to you The wonderful amazing Fabulous two. You are best Hogwarts knows the rest How you got Umbridge With your prank fest."
Harry grinned. 'I should have known,' Harry thought, shaking his head. The door opened and Harry laughed when he saw where they were. They were in the back store room of 3W.
"Hello Ron, Harry," they said in unison.
"Hi Fred, where's George?" asked Harry.
"Serving a customer," replied Fred. "Anyway what brings you two here?"
"We need a portkey," said Ron. "Harry needs to pick up something of his parents at the Dursleys, he needs to get there undetected and we were wondering if..."
"If either me or George would enchant a portkey?" asked Fred.
"Well yeah," shrugged Harry. Fred seemed to think about this for a moment.
"Alright," he said. "But you have to do our laundry for a week Ron, when you come back from Hogwarts."
"Agreed," said Ron instantly. Harry took out a blank piece of parchment and gave it to Fred. "Okay, where is it wanna go?"
"The Attic, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey." Harry watched as Fred, muttered a spell. The parchment glowed gold for a second and returned to normal.
"Where do you want to go on your return?"
"The Cellar of Honeydukes, Hogsmeade," supplied Ron. Fred muttered another spell and this time the parchment glowed silver.
"Okay, it's done," said Fred. "It will activate in two minutes. You'll then have exactly twenty minutes to find what you're looking for Harry and grab the portkey before it re-activates." Ron and Harry nodded. "Here, take these for your cousin Harry," grinned Fred, handing Harry a packet of sweets.
"What are they?" he asked suspiciously.
"Oh its not as bad as the ton tongue toffees, I promise," he winked.
Harry took the sweets and put them in his pocket. Ron and Harry grabbed hold of the parchment, and instantly felt the familiar tug behind their navels. When Harry looked up, he saw that they were in the Dursleys attic. They looked for five minutes before Harry spotted it.
"Ron there it is!" he exclaimed. Ron turned around and looked at where Harry was pointing.
"Whoa," whispered Ron as he looked at the mirror. It was oval shaped and had a pure silver frame. "What do we do now?"
"Well the Dursleys go out on Sunday afternoons," thought Harry. "I'll just go put these in Dudley's room, and then we'll rake around the attic to see if I can find anything else that belongs to my parents. We'll just wait for the portkey to re-activate and take it back with us." Harry left for Dudley's room, leaving Ron alone with the mirror. Suddenly he heard a car stopping in front of the house. Harry quickly burst into the attic.
"They're back early," he whispered loudly. "Just stay quiet, we've still got ten minutes before the portkey re-activates." They sat quietly in a corner holding both the mirror and the parchment. Ron and Harry's eyes widened, as they realized that the mirror had began to glow.
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Sarah was sitting in front of her own mirror, whilst combing her hair. She suddenly stopped and stared as the frame of the mirror began to glow.
"Jareth!" she screamed. Her husband appeared at her side instantly.
"What is it?" he asked. Sarah pointed at the mirror.
"Look." When Jareth saw the glowing mirror, his usually calm and arrogant demeanor dropped instantly and replaced with many emotions that flashed across his face.
"It can't be," he whispered. "How can this be happening? Albus said that they were dead!"
"Jareth, could Lily and James have had a child?" she asked, her voice quavering.
"It's possible, but why didn't Albus tell us?" he asked.
"I don't know," she whispered. "But if he didn't tell us he probably had a good reason."
"Let's get to where the other mirror is, we don't want to lose another member of our family!"
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The lights in the Dursleys house flashed and the living room window burst open. Petunia shrieked, Dudley hid behind his father who was shaking with rage and fear. Two owls flew into the room. One white and the other brown. There was a bright flash and before the Dursleys stood King Jareth and Queen Sarah.
"Vernon? Petunia?" questioned Sarah.
"Aunt Sarah! Uncle Jareth!" gasped Petunia. "You ...you did ... magic?"
"Yes Petunia, we did do magic," stated Jareth calmly.
"We thought you were dead!" exclaimed Vernon. Slowly, Dudley emerged from behind his father.
"No Vernon, we returned to our real home," said Sarah. "Our Kingdom was in danger of being invaded so we returned home."
"King...Kingdom?" stuttered Petunia.
"Yes, I am King Jareth, Ruler of the Labyrinth and Prince of the Underground. Your Aunt Sarah, is my Queen."
"King? Queen?" asked Vernon.
"Yes Vernon," said Sarah. "We are here now, because we only recently learned of Liliannah and James's death. Petunia dear, do you remember the mirror we gave to Liliannah and James for their wedding?"
"Of course, it was beautiful,"
"It was enchanted," said Jareth. "We saw our own mirror glowing, and we tracked it's magic to this house."
"Yes, it's upstairs in the attic," said Petunia, beginning to contain herself.
"Take us there immediately," said Jareth. Petunia quickly led them up the stairs towards the attic.
"Petunia, does anyone else live here besides you three?" asked Sarah. "It's really important." Petunia nodded.
"Yes," she whispered. "After Lily and James's deaths, we found Harry on our doorstep with a note from that Headmaster."
"Did you say Harry?" asked Sarah, as Petunia opened the door to the attic.
"Yes." Petunia suddenly froze at the door. Sarah and Jareth looked in behind her. They were just in time to see Harry and Ron disappear as the two boys held the mirror and the small piece of parchment.
Sarah and Jareth looked at each other in shock, realization dawning on them. Harry, the boy who had been wished away to the Labyrinth two nights ago, was THEIR grandson!