A/N: I do not own Labyrinth or Harry Potter. I just play with them for my amusement.

Sarah's POV:

I was setting up for Harry's 5th birthday. Within a few weeks of his arrival in the Underground, he had told most of his life story from Above. He told us that his parents died when he was a baby, and that his aunt and uncle and cousin hated him and made him live under the stairs. I was so angry and shocked that I immediately pulled him into my arms and gave him a tight hug, telling him that he would never have to go back there.

He also mentioned that he was three and that his birthday was July 31st. So the following year, we gave him what was apparently his first birthday party when he was four. He's been with us a little over a year now and his 5th birthday is today. I had arranged for the goblins in the kitchen to make his favourite breakfast and piled his presents at the end of the table.

"Everything ready?" Jareth walked into the room and hugged me from behind.

"Just about." I looked around the large dining hall, the huge open windows, the long table in the centre and the balloons that I had scattered across the room. "Now all we need is the birthday boy."

Jareth took my hand and we made our way to Harry's room. I opened the door quietly and took a moment to just admire him. He looked so sweet when he was sleeping. He had a simple room, a small bed for himself, a dresser across from it, a small desk and chair for sitting and drawing. Then there were the few toys he had sitting in a corner. Jareth offered him a more extravagant room, but Harry wouldn't hear of it. He had spent too much time under the stairs to accept anything lavish.

I walked over to his bed and placed my hand on his shoulder. "Harry, time to wake up." I said softly.

Slowly he rolled over and blinked his eyes open. "Morning Mommy."

"Morning Harry. Happy birthday."

His eyes lit up. "It's my birthday!" He said excitedly. He threw off his covers and jumped out of bed. "Daddy!" He ran to Jareth and jumped in his arms. Jareth chuckled, pulling him into a tight hug.

That always made me smile. If you had told me years ago that Jareth would ever let someone call him daddy, I would have told you that you were crazy.

"Ready for breakfast Harry?" Jareth asked.

Harry nodded vigorously.

"Well then we better get going." I got up and followed the two of them back down to the dining hall.

Jareth placed Harry in a chair and nodded to a goblin waiting at the side of the hall. Almost immediately, goblins returned with platters filled with food. We had pancakes, bacon, sausage and some toast. It was always interesting to see Harry eat, he had gone with so little for so long that he always appreciated a full meal.

"Yum, pancakes!" Harry reached forward trying to get some. When his little arms couldn't reach it he finally turned to me. "Mommy, can I have some pancakes and sausage?"

"Of course Harry." I filled his plate and then covered the pancakes in a generous helping of syrup. After I cut it up into smaller pieces, I handed him the plate. "Here you go."

"Thank you." He quickly dug in to his breakfast.

Jareth quickly got up from the table and came to my shoulder, speaking in a hushed tone. "I've just received a wish from Above."

I nodded once.

"Daddy, where are you going?" Harry looked at him curiously.

"Unfortunately I have some work to do. I'll see you later Harry. Happy birthday." He kissed Harry on the top of his head and left.

I knew where he was going. Although he didn't retrieve them himself, he always liked to be waiting when the children arrived. After breakfast I took Harry's presents and lead him into one of the smaller sitting rooms. It simply had a fireplace, two couches and an armchair, and a window seat on the back wall.

"Which one would you like to open first?" I asked, setting them in front of him. I sat next to him on the couch while he looked them over.

"Daddy's." I gave him that package and watched him open it.

Jareth had given him two new sets of pajamas. Unlike most children his age, Harry actually appreciated clothes. Again I attribute this to the fact that when he lived Above, he had hardly any and they were all oversized hand-me downs of his cousin's. Now that he could have his own proper clothes, he loved them.

He gasped. "These are so cool!" One was covered in stars and moons; the other was simply blue with a few fish on the shirt.

"Would you like to open mine now?"

"Yes please." He opened the bag I handed him and pulled out a giant storybook. "Wow!" He started flipping through the pages, looking at all the different stories. They were fairytales, albeit more accurate to the reality that was the Underground. "Thank you Mommy, I love it."

"I'm glad Harry."

"I have to show Daddy." He immediately jumped up and ran for the throne room. I got up to follow him, praying that Jareth was done with the latest child to be wished away.

A/N: Please R&R!