A/N: Amazing, we don't have to credit anyone for a quote or song. We thought about quoting Shakespeare at Dumbledore but we couldn't find one that fit. Hope you like this chapter and no, there will NOT be a Snape and Harry pairing. We are quite firm on this, please don't ask besides Jareth would have a hissy. –GF and The Frau

Disclaimer: See chapter 1 and The Yellow Submarine belongs to the Beatles.

Reviews are welcome, flames aren't

Chapter 15: Nowhere Man

Outside the doors, Severus Snape stood enthralled. He had been all set to burst in on Potter when he had watched the boy enter the Great Hall and step up on the dias. He was sure that the he was up to no good, just like his father and friends. What he hadn't expected was Potter singing like an angel.

"Severus, my boy. What a way to start the morning. Who is that singing?" Albus Dumbledore asked.

Something within the Potion Master seemed to stir just for a moment, then fell silent. "Potter."

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As the last vocal tones died away, Harry smirked. Awesome! However, his thoughts were interrupted by unexpected applause.

"Wonderful. Wonderful, dear boy," came the Headmaster's voice as he stepped into the Great Hall.

Harry was nonplused at being found out. He did what any normal person who grew up in the theatre would do and took a sweeping bow which caused the Headmaster to laugh and clap some more.

"Sorry Sir," Harry said as he stepped away from the Head Table. "But I just had to test the acoustics of the Hall. It is rather sensational, don't you think?"

"Why, my boy, I couldn't tell you. Most people are more amazed at the enchanted ceiling. I think you are the first person to wonder about the acoustics."

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Severus Snape lurked in the shadows. Never in all his life had he heard such perfection in a youthful voice. Something deep within him that he never realized was there, stirred. Something about Potter's voice had called to him and he felt something deep within him answer. He didn't like the feeling. It frightened him.

How was he going to teach this boy if his body kept reacting to him? He didn't think it was sexual attraction. No, not sexual, the feelings were wrong. Something else was calling to him. The question was 'What?' and for the life of him, he just didn't know.

The boy looked just like his father. Maybe if he focused on that? With that plan, the potions master swept out of the shadows and back to his dungeon. He'd return later in the morning.

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Albus Dumbledore was at a lost on how to deal with Harry. The boy was nothing like his parents. He didn't seem over-awed by the situation as was the case of most muggle-born or muggle raised children. It was as if he'd had a pure-blood upbringing but how? He would've known. Secrets like that couldn't have remained hidden from him for this long. Then where did the boy grew up? Harry had a British accent, or was it American? He couldn't tell.

"Harry, my boy," he began. "How did you sleep?"

Harry shrugged.

Albus' eyes twinkled. A typical teenage non-verbal answer to say the least! "Harry. Tell me about yourself. I like to know my students," he said in his most grandfatherly voice.

Harry shrugged again. "Well, what do you want to know? I grew up with my parents and have two younger brothers. I have two favorite uncles. You know the normal, average childhood? I like singing and Shakespeare. You know?"

Frustrated by the generic answer, Albus hid a sigh. "But who raised you, child? What were their names?"

Harry giggled and shrugged. "Why Mom and Father of course. If you'll excuse me, I would like to grab some breakfast before class." He moved past the Headmaster and practically skipped to his spot at the Gryffindor table leaving a very bemused wizard behind him.

'How in Merlin's name did this child get into Gryffindor? That was the most Slytherin answer I've ever heard,' Albus thought, almost grinding his teeth in defeat.

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Sirius woke to a bright day with the birds singing, the sun shining and the sound of building of new sets in the background. Why had he gotten drunk in the first place? Oh that's right. Harry was now at Hogwarts and he had been sorted into Gryffindor. Yea Rah Team!

He grunted and groaned. 'Damn! I shouldn't have mixed fire-whiskey with Elven Mead. Where did I put that hangover potion?'

He vaguely remembered the argument between him and Jareth. He so wanted to be back in Scotland with Harry. Damn Fae magic! All he could do was watch via mirror magic. At least, he still had his teaching position with the twins. It wasn't much but between them and helping around the theatre he was at least busy. 'Who am I kidding? I already miss the pup.'

'I need to thank Jareth and Cory for setting up the mirror in the Entertainment Room so we all can keep track of Garion. I can't wait to see what he does to Snivellus.'

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Sarah was working on her latest book when a goblin popped in. "Nice Lady Sarah. I'se got a letter from the young Sir. He'se said to make sure youse gotts it." The creature handed over the note and popped out. Sarah blinked a bit surprised but looking at the note, she recognized Garion's handwriting.

"Dear Mom, as you probably saw, I made it safe to Hogwarts. I already miss you all very much. The castle isn't anything like Father's. It doesn't even have chickens running around. It does have house elves that Uncle Snuffles was always talking about.

You should see the Great Hall. It's awesome! The acoustics are to die for!"

Here Sarah snorted as her son's enthusiasm over something theatrical instead of the business at hand.

"Tell Father that the Headmaster is going to be a pain in the keister. He's already asking questions about you and Father and where I was living. Don't be surprised if he sends you a letter asking for a meeting. But you know? He sort of reminds me of Jeremy Hilary Boob in the Yellow Submarine. It's like he's a real nowhere man."

Sarah laughed. Trust Garion to throw in a movie reference even in writing a letter to her.

'I'm handling the magic just fine. The crystal helps but it looks like I'll need to clear it just about every night. I predict I'll be getting a lot of detentions for breaking curfew but it can't be helped. Thankfully, the castle wards will let goblins in. The sneaky little snots have no problems and like living under my bed. Their giggling is about the only thing that reminds me of home.

I'll write more later. I have to get to class. Give my love to Uncle Snuffles, Uncle Cory, Garrod and Jarrod and of course to Father.

Your son

Garion

Sarah sighed as she read the letter. She knew he had been given to her 'on loan' but he was still her son. She missed him already.

Feeling strong arms going around her waist, she leaned back into her husband's warm embrace. "A note from Garion. He misses us," she whispered, holding up the note for him to read.

"Sarah, Sarah, my Pet," he said softly burying his face into her hair. "You knew this day would come. He wasn't ours to keep."

"I know. But that doesn't make it hurt any less. At least we can watch him from time to time," she said. Then as if she remembered something, she looked up at him over her shoulder. "Just what did he do that made you so angry?"

Jareth sighed and came around to sit beside her, leaning his back against her desk as he faced her. "Garion was acting too much the clown. He needs to stay focused, perhaps he thought now that he was so far from home, he could act up. So much is riding on his return, not just the Aboveground but Underground as well."

"But Love, that is a very heavy burden for a child," Sarah replied.

Jareth reached up to pinch his nose in thought. "Yes, My Pet, but he is better prepared this time around. We have made sure of that."

Sarah leaned against him. "How much more time do we have before his destiny is fulfilled? Will he be able to handle what is coming? Will he live to come home to us?"

"I can only reorder time, Sarah. I am not a god. I don't have all the answers." His arms pulled her closer as she cried.

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Now to answer a couple of reviews. As for Jareth's songs, Harry his music case as well in his cd player, cds of his father's songs as well as what he and his brothers play when they perform their band. Again, there will be /NO/ pairings except for Jareth and Sarah.

Remember reviews are welcomed and encouraged. Flames aren't.

Well, that's about it. Until next time. –GF and The Frau