Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I own Labyrinth, both intellectual properties belong to their respective owners. I only do this for fun and no profit.

A/N: I would like to note this fanfiction was inspired by "Harry Potter and The Labyrinth (Year one)" By: vdormouse (there's a period between v and d) Their story is a fun read and I highly recommend it! I borrow some ideas from their work and try to tell it in a way that makes it my own. Also I will more than likely be taking some creative liberties with this fanfic and both universes. This is just some good ol' fun, currently I have no plans for pairing any characters with one another. (Specifically Harry Potter character's, haven't decided on Jareth/Sarah yet)

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"I wish the goblins would take Harry, right now."

The snooty voice of a young boy reached the fae ears of the Goblin King. He sat lounging in his throne room, little goblins running amok as they heard the wish as clearly as their king. In excitement the little goblins quickly left to whisk the boy away to his realm, as was their duty. Meanwhile, Jareth, King of the Goblins, merely raised his eyebrow as he shimmered away to conduct his deal.

Jareth was bored, no runners had run his Labyrinth in quite some time. Which left him to attend to his duties as a monarch. Which in most cases left him quite irritable at the endless chaos his subjects caused. But upon hearing the name of Harry being wished away to his realm Below, he couldn't help but be intrigued. This wasn't some ordinary boy. For already his magic informed him that it was Harry Potter. Not only would this put a pause in his hearings he attended to, as the rules of Labyrinth were above such things. The Boy Who Lived had caused quite a stir in both the Aboveground realm and Below.

Jareth was well aware of the magic users on the Aboveground. His control of the Goblins Above was absolute in their loyalty to their King. Jareth was King of all goblins after all. The mere fact that the Wizarding World relied heavily on the Goblins for a stable economy was no coincidence. Jareth enjoyed his anonymity amongst the magical humans. No one knew the Goblin's Above answered to a King Below. And as such it opened a way to keep tabs on the happenings of magical society discreetly.

Not many Underground realms wished to have dealings with those Above. As the prejudices magical creatures have faced throughout the centuries have caused many to migrate down Below. The Underground was a refuge and closely guarded secret to the magical creatures that inhabited it. Resulting in Wizards regarding the Underground as mere fairy tales to tell their younglings. Jareth wasn't overly fond of Wizards, their disregard for magical creatures insulting. The enslavement of House Elves only further proved to Jareth the unbridled arrogance of the magical humans.

For many centuries he watched his Goblins strike back against the wizards that mistreated them. Over the years he silently garnered power through his Goblin representatives Above. Thus he learned of Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived, a child of prophecy, and a Babe with the Power. The Dark Lord Voldemort had caused quite a stir in the Underground. The child unwittingly stopped more than just an above ground war, but one below as well. So it was with great interest he responded to this particular request.

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Dudley Dursley stared gobsmacked as life around him seemed to freeze and turn gray. Looking around Dudley realized his mother, who was currently shearing off his cousin's hair, stood frozen. His cousin who sat despondent in his seat also looked to be very still, as the hair follicles around him suspended frozen in midair. His father who was watching the telly in the other room seemed just as silent as the rest of the house after he uttered those words aloud.

Not too long ago he had spent the day with his Aunt Marge, who had spoiled him with attention and gifts. One of which was a small red book that she handed over to him with a wink. The young boy of six didn't know how to read and demanded his Aunt to read it to him that instant. She had happily obliged, very pleased her nephew liked her rare find at a used book store. He was utterly enthralled with the story, as his mother and father seemed adverse to fairy tales. His Aunt had told him to hide the book away so that it could be their little secret.

Dudley had thought it was worth a try to get rid of the cousin he so hated. It was obvious to Dudley his parents hated his cousin. They only took care of him because they had to. For some reason he couldn't understand. The fairy tale spoke of Goblins that would take away those who nobody wanted. Dudley didn't see a downside in trying, but was very shocked to find that it seemed to work.

Because right before his very eyes, the kitchen window burst open with a gust of wind and a white barn owl flew in to perch on the sill. And to his left where his cousin sat motionless, unending giggles seemed to come from nowhere. Out of the corner of his eyes he could have sworn he saw little forms racing from shadow to shadow. In the next moment his cousin was gone. His eyes fell on the barn owl that entered the kitchen. Though that brief moment where he glanced at his cousin and back at the barn owl, a man now sat in his place on the window sill.

A sharp mischievous smile began to curl on the mysterious stranger as Dudley continued to gape in shock. Dudley decided this was a freak that his mother always warned him about. Utterly terrified he stood frozen much like everyone around him. It didn't stop him from running his mouth though.

"Who-what are you doing here?" He asked incredulously, his voice high and filled with accusation. The stranger regarded him as he tilted his head much like an owl. His smile unending and his creepy mismatched eyes were filled with amusement at his expense. Dudley was quickly gearing up to throw a tantrum if the strange man didn't answer him soon.

"My boy, you invited me in, did you not?" His response was confusing to Dudley. The smooth and guileless tone he used caused him to scrunch his brows in thought.

"I wish the Goblins would take Harry, right now," the stranger quoted. His eyebrows raised in silent mockery. Dudley, who was too young to recognize the patronizing tone, quickly became excited.

"He's gone then?" Dudley said with no ounce of regret.

"Now, now, let's not be hasty. We must work through the terms of our agreement."

"Agreement?" Dudley echoed with a whiny air about him.

"Yes." As he said this, a crystal appeared in his hand. Quickly without thought the Goblin King weaved the crystal between his hands in a mesmerizing display.

Dudley was utterly fascinated and quickly forgot his rising temper in favor of watching the crystal.

"This crystal manifests your deepest desires and makes it so." The Goblin King watched as a hungry look overcame the young boy as understanding seemed to pass through the pudgy child.

"A young boy, who wishes that his cousin would leave his family forever and never return." The Goblin King spoke the desire aloud as his magic crystal deduced what the boy craved. He quickly noted as he read the mind of this child that there would be no hesitance in accepting his offer. He would not run the Labyrinth.

"Do you wish to have this gift?" Hearing the word gift seemed to unhinge the young boy as unfiltered greed took over the child.

"Yes! Give it here!" Dudley demanded brazenly. The Goblin King merely chuckled at this child's insolence. But he was deeply disgruntled to find such a wapish child who had such hate in his heart. It filled the Goblin King with disdain.

"Then forget your cousin." The Goblin King said somberly as the crystal landed in the child's small hand. It took immediate effect as the Goblin King disappeared and Dudley's surroundings became normal. Dudley's eyes glazed as knowledge of Harry Potter became no more. His mother stared blankly at the scissor's she held and quickly set them aside in favor of some other menial task. The crystal still in Dudley's grasp seemed of little importance as the child went upstairs to play with his many toys.

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Jareth returned to his kingdom in a flourish of glitter as he appeared in his throne room. There resided a young wide eyed Harry Potter, no older than five years with a shabby haircut. He stood in the pit as the goblins were snickering and causing general chaos around him. Jareth, quite bored of the goblin's spectacle, strutted to his throne. He gracefully sat down, but arranged himself in his usual haughty position. He rested sideways, one leg swung over the other, his crystal staff and riding crop close at hand.

It wasn't long before the young boy addressed him, quite confused and alarmed.

"Where am I? What's happening?" His voice was quiet and trembling, and Jareth finally had a chance to have a good look at this child. The child's demeanor was guarded and seemed to flinch at the slightest provocation. What he saw caused him great displeasure. It was not a secret that Jareth possessed kindness towards younglings. As most of his wished aways were small children, it was no surprise to see the state in which Harry arrived. Most of his subjects that resided Underground were at one point or another, victims of the cruel and ungrateful.

When he looked at the boy, he saw scrawny limbs covered by ill fitting clothes. A ragged haircut that made his skin crawl. He had bruises under his eyes that spoke of sleepless nights. Jareth's sharp eyes noticed the purple bruises that weren't covered by the baggy clothing. Even more distressing was the recent looking wound on the boy's forehead. Not the famous scar, but a rather large lump that looked concerning. His eyes looked as though he were having trouble focusing and seeing clearly. His quick observation of the child spoke of severe neglect and abuse. In every sense of the word Jareth was furious. Harry seemed to pick up on his displeasure and shrunk even further into himself.

He realized then that he had yet to respond to the child's question, but had instead studied the poor thing. Jareth quickly reigned in his temper. He called for his subjects to leave the room so he could talk one on one with this poor child. Without his rowdy goblins causing distractions. Once the last silly goblin left, he replied to Harry's questions. "You are within the Goblin castle which resides in the Underground realm." Young Harry became quite confused as his eyes became glassy as he tried to understand. Jareth continued, "You are here because your cousin wished you away to my kingdom. For I am the Goblin King, and only take such requests." He said this bluntly.

Harry became distressed at this point, quickly accepting the events considering he was standing where he was. "What happens to me now then?" Harry asked, quickly deducing there must be some purpose for himself. Jareth smirked as he cocked his head at the clever child.

"Normally when this happens I turn the children into goblins, as this is the way of my Kingdom." Harry became alarmed and stared up at the eccentric King in fear.

"A goblin?" Despite his trembling voice, there seemed to be resignation. Jareth had only meant to pull his leg and quickly amended his statement as he frowned down at the child.

"These are not normal circumstances. And you are no ordinary boy." Jareth was about to continue his statement when Harry nodded resolutely saying, "My Aunt Petunia says I'm a freak, and freaks are mistakes." Jareth's anger returned, clearly the boy misunderstood. To see a child so innocently refer to one's self in such a derogatory manner made him seethe.

"You are not a freak Harry." His green eyes widened as he said, "You know my name?" Harry seemed to ignore what he said earlier as Jareth nodded.

"Like I said, you are no ordinary boy. But that doesn't make you a freak precious thing." Jareth corrected him patiently. "I know your name because you are quite famous where you come from."

"I am?" At this Harry frowned, confusion returning in full force.

"Do you remember your parents' child?" Jareth asked this carefully, knowing it was a sensitive topic. At this Harry's shoulders sagged as sadness came over him. "No. Uncle Vernin said they died in a car accident." Jareth was swift to correct him.

"They did not. In fact they died protecting you from a Dark Wizard." Jareth paused as he watched the child absorb this information. Before he could ask what he meant by it all Jareth continued, "You precious boy, defeated this wizard unknowingly. And thus you have this scar upon your brow." Jareth pointed at his forehead where his lightning bolt scar was. At the moment it was hidden by his unruly bangs. But Jareth knew it was there. Harry's green eyes were wide with wonder.

"I could say more on the subject, but I digress. Because of this Harry you are special. You saved many without realizing it. And such a favor I cannot overlook." At this point Harry was silently shocked at all that Jareth revealed. His mind was whirling with the new information.

"Wizards…you mean magic? Magic is real?" Harry couldn't help the excitement that question sparked. In response to his question Jareth waved his hand, and in seconds Harry's black hair was back to its former shaggy glory. Jareth simply couldn't stand to see such a drab haircut on the boy. Harry gasped then smiled, quickly forgetting the sad tragedy of his birth parents.

As Jareth took in the Boy Who Lived, it occurred to him he had quite the opportunity in his hands. A babe with the power was a rare occurrence in the Fae courts, and the Labyrinth's laws dictated Harry to become a citizen of his realm. Jareth wouldn't deny the fondness he found himself having for the boy. Jareth began to smile as an idea formed, one that would satisfy the Labyrinth's law, and in turn himself.

"Harry, instead of a Goblin, why don't you become my son?" Jareth said this plainly. Harry stared up at this stranger he just met with disbelief. Yet as this stranger stared down calmly at Harry. Harry concluded he must be rather serious and paused to consider the offer. In Harry's young mind it wasn't a difficult decision to make.

Nodding, Harry said, "I would love to Goblin King."

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A/N: Thanks for giving my story a read! Any suggestions and critique are welcome. I can't promise frequent updates, but lately I've been feeling pretty inspired to write. So let's see where this idea takes me!

Until next time,

-FluffySlipperz