Chapter 19

Harry was silent throughout their first lessons (which were divination and Potions). Sarah and Ron didn't know why.

"Why is Harry so quiet Sarah?" Ron asked, attempting to put frogs' toes in their potion, until Sarah stopped him

"It's frogs nose Ron, I think you need your hearing checked… I don't know, he and Hermione were having this big discussion this morning and he sort of stormed off midway through. I'd ask him, but I think he's pretty sensitive about it." Sarah said, adding the right ingredients to the potion.

"Oh, do you want me to ask him?" Ron said, not even waiting for Sarah to answer and walking over to Harry.

"Idiot" Sarah muttered. She would go after him, but she had to keep watch over the potion, adding a piece of snail skin every 3.5 seconds. Plus, she wanted to know what was wrong, without getting Harry angry at her.

"It's none of your business!" She heard Harry cry loudly. Everyone in the potions class turned to look at him. Harry blushed and returned to stopping Neville from blowing up their attempt at the fortis forma potion, one that would make the drinker appear brave when in public.

Ron hurried back to Sarah and said

"Harry says it's none of our business."

"Yes, I think I grasped that." Sarah said, picking up her book to see what was next in the potion. "Thirteen pounds of poisoned dragon's liver." She said.

"Rightio." Ron said, hurrying to measure it

"But I don't get it. Do they poison the dragon or the liver?" Sarah asked.

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked, coming back with a large bowl of something black, slimy and moving.

"What in the world is that?" She cried

"Seasoned dragons liver." Ron said proudly.

"No Ronald, we need poisoned dragons liver!" Sarah cried, taking the bowl from him and getting the right ingredient herself. "You just sit there Ron and take notes, ok? I'll make the potion."

Sarah had always enjoyed cooking, so potions came easily to her. Normally her partner would have been Hermione, but the brunette witch had not turned up to either of their classes so far that morning.

At last, Snape told them to take a sample and head to their next class.

"What have we got Ron?" Sarah asked

He checked his timetable. "Dark Arts."

Sarah groaned. "Fantastic." She muttered.

When they reached their classroom, they found the previous class in there, fourth year Hufflepuff, completely silent, staring wide eyed at their teacher, who was grinning maliciously.

"What have you done?" Sarah asked, as she was first through the door.

"Nothing." He said quickly

Sarah raised her eyebrow.

"Hey, Beatrice," Ron said, coming through the door. "What's wrong?"

"He… he… he…" She could barely talk. Sarah glared at Jareth, before turning back to the obviously frightened girl.

It was then that Sarah noticed the horrible smell in the room.

"You didn't!" she cried, whirling round to face the Goblin King.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." He said, putting his hands behind his back.

"What happened?" Ron asked.

"To… Tom wouldn't stop laughing at his hair, so he… he sent the entire class to this… this place. And it smelt so bad. And then this little thing came along on a dog and told us we couldn't cross the bridge without his permission, and Heather was so scared that she dropped her books into the bog."

"IDIOT!" Sarah yelled, pointing at Jareth. "Why would you send an innocent class to the Bog of Eternal Stench? They're going to smell for days!"

"But he was making fun of my haircut!" Jareth said defensively.

"And how old are you? Really…" The bell began to toll, marking the beginning of the next class. "And now this entire class is late!"

"Class Dismissed." Jareth said lazily. All of the fourth years sprinted out of the classroom, not daring to look back. The fifth year Gryffindor and Slytherin walked in tentatively, not daring to speak a word. Sarah still stood in the doorway, frozen as she remembered the girl's story.

"Didymus…" She whispered. "Hoggle, Ludo, what happened to them?"

"What was that Sarah?" Ron asked as he walked past.

Sarah shook her head, frowned, and stomped up to Jareth.

"I need to talk to you." She said angrily. "What happened to my mirror?" She said

"Mirror? Why's she asking him about her mirror?" Ron whispered to Harry, who still wasn't talking to him.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." Jareth said, walking over to his desk and sitting sideways in his chair, picking up a fifth year textbook, looking for something to do that lesson.

"You know which mirror. My link to Hoggle, Ludo and Didymus."

"Oh, you mean Hedgewarts' talking device? Well I was walking through the Labyrinth one day when I heard this voice coming from his hut. So I went to investigate and I saw this girl in a mirror. I didn't know what it was, so I smashed it." He said sluggishly

Tears began to stream down Sarah's cheeks. "You did what?" She asked furiously.

"Oh really, dear girl, there are links to the Underground everywhere. You just have to know where to look."

Sarah grabbed the book Jareth was looking through and threw it behind her. It flew through the air, whizzing past Malfoy's head.

"Hey!" He cried. Ron giggled, and Malfoy glared at him.

Sarah ignored them. "Show me." She said, bracing her hands against the top of his desk.

Jareth rolled his eyes. "If it means that much to you, I'll make you a little portable one." He conjured a crystal ball, which turned into a small handheld mirror, with an intricate maze design on the back.

"Hoggle?" Sarah asked, looking into it.

"Sarah?" came a voice from the mirror.

Sarah's tears turned into those of relief. "Oh thank god, Hoggle, I've so much to tell you." She began to tell him her story from when she had last spoken to him. She hadn't gone too far when Jareth coughed.

"What?" She said. Then she realised she was still standing at the front of the classroom.

"Oh, right." She said

Jareth sighed. "You can use my rooms if you want to catch up with your little friend, Hedgemart."

"It's Hoggle." Sarah said, as she ran up the stairs into his office.

"Whatever. Ok class, open to page seven hundred and eleven."

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Just a little filler I was forced to do to help me procrastinate from school. Wish me luck with my assignments!

The Queen, who shouldn't really have to do work because she is Queen, but who's parents have forgotten that she is a Queen, so are forcing her to do work anyway.