A/N: The song "Little Red Riding Hood" is by Sam the Sham and Pharaohs and can be found at: – GF and The Frau

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Chapter 9: Hey Mr. Postman!

"That's better. And yes, you do. The time lines will converge soon. You know the laws that govern time. Reordering it is exhausting and dangerous. We have to be careful."

"Yes, Father."

"But that doesn't mean we have to follow them that closely," Jareth said with a smirk, giving his son's shoulder a comforting squeeze. "You are allowed to have fun this time around. Come. It's late and you need your rest."

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In a sun washed stone office sat an elderly man wearing purple robes , with long white hair and an even longer beard was contemplating the stacks of papers and rolls of parchments that littered his cluttered desk. The sounds of him munching on rock candy echoed through the office. A brightly colored phoenix perched nearby was preening his plumage.

"Fawkes," the old man muttered, "Where could he be?" The bird trilled as if to shrug. The old man sighed again, popping another piece of candy into his mouth.

A soft knock broke into the thoughts of the pair as an older woman with grey hair and feline grace stepped into the office of Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft.

"Hello Minerva, my dear. What brings you to my office this bright day?" The old man asked, blues eyes twinkling merrily.

Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress, quietly made herself comfortable in an easy chair across from cluttered desk eyeing the chaos before her. In her hand was a stack of envelopes ready to be posted. "I am getting ready to post the letters for the first years and I thought I would inform you that Harry Potter's letter is among them, but there is no address on it," her stern voice broke into the quiet of the office.

"Have you any idea where he could be?" Albus' twinkle faded a bit as she brought up the puzzle that he was pondering before she walked into the room. He had personally placed the young Potter child with his mother's sister after the fateful night of his parents' murders. When he had returned the next night to finish tying the blood protection and the wards, Harry wasn't in resident and hadn't been seen since.

"Can I see it?" he asked, holding out his hand. He frowned as she passed him the letter. She was correct. There was no address under Harry Potter's name. 'Interesting,' he thought as he stood.

Taking the Book of Hogwarts' Students Registry from the shelf behind him. He opened it to this year's First Years listings. Thumbing down, his eye brows disappeared into his hair line.

"Harry Porter – Address Unknown, Don't Ask again! You'll see him on Sorting Day."

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Minerva took the letters up to the owlry to be posted, still bemused by what the Book had said. Hogwarts always seem to know what's going on. This was just another example.

Attaching the letters one by one, she failed to noticed that the letter addressed to Harry Porter was among them, nor did she notice that the owl she attached it to had mismatched eyes. She watched as the owls disappeared into the distance.

'Albus is right. I'm afraid this will be a very interesting year,' she sighed heavily.

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The day was sunny in the Labyrinth as the owl bearing Harry's Letter circled the Castle beyond the Goblin City. On the balcony of the King, the owl transformed into Jareth. The letter in one hand as he tapped it against the other, a smirk played on his lips. The wizard fools still hadn't warded the owlry against him after all these centuries.

Music drifted up from the Rose Maze. His boys were in fine form. He was going to miss Garion. The boy had been a joy and a treasure beyond belief. Sarah will be crushed. Maybe it was time to consider more children.

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The Hooligans were finishing up their last number.

Owoooooooo!

Who's that I see walkin' in these woods?

Why, it's Little Red Riding Hood.

Hey there Little Red Riding Hood,

You sure are looking good.

You're everything a big bad wolf could want.

Listen to me.

Little Red Riding Hood

I don't think little big girls should

Go walking in these spooky old woods alone.

Owoooooooo!

Garion leered at his mother Sarah as he mimicked the Big Bad Wolf, twirling a make believed mustache. Sarah was trying her best not to laugh.

What big eyes you have,

The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad.

So just to see that you don't get chased

I think I ought to walk with you for a ways.

What full lips you have.

They're sure to lure someone bad.

So until you get to grandma's place

I think you ought to walk with me and be safe.

I'm gonna keep my sheep suit on

Until I'm sure that you've been shown

That I can be trusted walking with you alone.

Owoooooooo!

The boys were in fine form as they howled the chorus. Garion moved closer, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. Uncle Snuffles was doubled over with laughter. One look at the wizard and it was clear who's idea this song was.

Little Red Riding Hood

I'd like to hold you if I could

But you might think I'm a big bad wolf so I won't.

Owoooooooo!

What a big heart I have-the better to love you with.

Little Red Riding Hood Even bad wolves can be good.

I'll try to be satisfied just to walk close by your side.

Maybe you'll see things my way before we get to grandma's place.

Little Red Riding Hood

You sure are looking good

You're everything that a big bad wolf could want.

Owoooooooo! I mean baaaaaa! Baaa?

When the song was done, Garion felt an ominous presence behind him. Arching a bit as he leaned backwards, he looked up into the serene face of his father looming over him.

"Oh hello, Father." Garion greeted cheekily as Jareth raised an eyebrow. His brothers giggled as they grabbed their instruments and ran. Sirius suddenly remembered he was needed back at the Theatre and disappeared.

Jareth snorted at the rats leaving the sinking ship as he gazed over to his laughing soul mate. Then again, maybe three were enough. "Garion." The Goblin King said, returning to the matter at hand. "Your letter." He held up the letter. "It's time."

"Aww Father! Do I have to?"

With the letter clasped between his thumb and fingers, Jareth looked down at the young man that he and Sarah had raised. His face was unreadable as only a Fae can be, waiting for the boy to take the next step in his destiny.

Garion sighed as he reached for the letter in his father's hand. Then in his best Han Solo voice, he said, "Luke, I have a bad feeling about this." As he opened the letter welcoming him to Hogwarts, he muttered under his breath, " I guess it's showtime. Might as well make it interesting."

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Next time, Harry Potters returns to the Wizarding World but are they ready for Harry? Thanks everyone for the reviews. Until next time. -- GF and the Frau