AN: this is my second attempt at improving this story. plots still the same, but the English is much better. let me know in a review if I've still misted some mistakes. just tell me riffle where.

Magical Queen in the labyrinth

*Rose*

"You're a freak!" Dudley spits in my face. This was nothing new, I've lived here for fifteen long and tiring years, and never can I remember them calling me by my name. Only ever girl or freak. That is very embarrassing when you have to explain to your primary school teacher you did not reply to your name because no one ever used it before.

"It would be so much easier if the goblin king was real, then I could just wish him to take you away from here." He exclaimed, arms waving above his head.

I sighed at Dudley's words, one of his friends had told him of the story about the labyrinth and how calling upon the goblin king would mean the child would be taken and turned into a goblin. He thought it was a myth but I knew better - you see the story of the goblin king was very much real.

And I felt the air shift, becoming cold and growing static, at Dudley's words. My mind froze and my heart skipped a beat, he was here.

"You are an idiot big D. Do you not think? Did it not pass through your think skull that he might, just possible, be real? "I hissed in despair, I may not like my life but I do not wont it gone. After all, I was under no illusion that Dudley might actually come after me.

He just stood there and staring at the tall figure that had appeared in the corner of the bedroom

"Y...your... him...ar...Aren't...you?" He stuttered foolishly.

*Jareth*

I look out over the fools that call themselves goblins as they laughed and ran around playing childish games, having fun.

"Goblin king..." whispered through the room.

Humming, I pulled the crystal ball out of my pocket to see who called a child away. His subjects stopped and turned to face him, looking for orders having heard the call as well.

"...you away from here." Was called through the ball.

With a purr I rouse, they had been watching this child of Merlin for a long time now and finally, after all these years, she was his!

"I shall deal with this personally, await my return." And with that I shifted to the form of an owl and took off. He was not about to let the antics of his little Goblins mess this one up. Not after all this time.

It was not long before I arrived in the cramped bedroom of the large boy who called me. The satisfaction I felt watching the big one, Dudley, I believe his name was, freeze and stare, was immense.

"Y...your...him...ar...Aren't...you?"

"You wish of me to take her." I demanded, of the stuttering fool.

At his shaky nod I stepped forward. Further into the room. My hand rose to the side of Rose's cold white face, the girl flinched but did not move away. Her emotions washed over me, the loneliness, sorrow, regret and so many more, all jumbled up inside the little human girl.

"Very well" I nodded after one long moment, just gazing at the child. She was his. I gave the obese boy one of my crystal balls, as per our code.

"A gift" I stated before stepping back, taking Rose with me, as we fading away, back to his Kingdom.

"You have thirteen hours to win her back...and then she is mine" and just before we left completely his meaty voice rang out;

"As if, that freak was never welcome!" Such a foolish child, but alas, his foolishness works in his favour.

*Rose*

My eyes glowed in amusement, as I watched the goblins, watching me. Jareth had already moved on- over to his thrown but he to watched me.

I finally looked away from their short stumpy, yet not quite ugly forms to my own. Large rags of cloth covered my ghostly pale and terribly thin frame. My fingers are long and callused from cleaning and playing the piano. I knew my eyes were bright killing cures green and my lips are full and rosy red. However, it was my hair that caught most eyes, flowing to mid-back it was pitch black with natural navy blue streaks in the light.

With a sigh I ran my figure over my torso, letting my magic flow out of my body and onto the rags of cloth. They changed to slim black jeans and black-red engraved fitted shirt, that's right sleeve ran down my arm then forming into a fingerless glove and without a left sleeve.

My magic then surged up, towards my hair, causing it to fan out and weaved together, plating down my back with green and silver ribbons throughout it.

Finally, happy with my new set of cloths, I looked back up, the goblins stared in wonder and Jareth smirked in amusing, finding my display of wandless magic interesting and amusing.

"What will I be doing here?" My voice was strangely calm having just been pulled away from my world into another, surrounded by strange creatures, facing the unknown. Most would panic, scream and beg to be taken back, but when have I ever been normal and it's not like I had anything to return to:

No family.

No friends.

No school.

No nothing.

"If you are willing" Jareth beautiful baritone cut through my thoughts "I wish you to rule the goblin world at my side."

The goblin children fell silent, then as a unit cheered in joy, voices echoing throughout the large hall. Then they were running out and in to their magnificent city to spread the word of their king's proposal. It does bring the question as to why they did not wait for my response, unless less of course they had already assumed I would agree.

I stood silently thinking, head cocked slightly to the side. He stood rather abruptly after a moment, his face unreadable. Oh, I knew to wait any longer would be to trigger his famous temper, even are isolated world had heard of it. I shouldn't push the man, not while I was an unstable guest here.

Decision made, I gracefully walking forward to took his hand in mine, studying it I began speaking. "You are a man of your word. Your power has and will protect me – I have no problem believing this. (Seriously though, was stoking me necessary?) Your lands and your magic are truly amazing. You beauty is that in which I have not seen before..." At every word I spoke Jareth smile grew and he raised our hands to my cheek "...and I would gladly accept and I will, but I am broken and my shattered pieces are in need of fixing." I admitted quietly at the end. I knew this of cause, the man had been watching over me for a long time.

He nodded before replying, releasing my hand so it fell to my side to stroke my pale cheek unhindered by my own hand, "Then I shall pick up those pieces and glue them back together. I promise you this."

With a soft smile I sealed it by turning to kiss his palm: "Then I am yours."

*Jareth*

"Then I am yours"

Those words sealed her fate here in my world, as my heart. I lent down and gently pressed a kiss to her soft rosy lips, which had just pressed against my palm, before pulling back.

"Welcome to the citadel beyond the goblin city walls. Our home." My voice rang clear, gesturing wide, to in-campus the intercity.

As the missing goblin returned I took Rose's hand and lead her further into the citadel, letting my thoughts wonder.

Most children that got called to our realm tended to return home with the sibling that sent them away in the first place. They realised they had made a mistake. Those that did not learn, lost their siblings as they were turned to goblins and I had to start time again, turning it upside down, so all forgot but the child that called him in the first place. It was the lesson of last result.

It was always so troublesome, to do so.

This time was different, not only did the child know this would happen but had smashed his crystal stopping any chance of Rose's return; ending her time in that world and setting fait to order, something that a man of chaos like him tried to avoid.

But then again, I get a wife at my side with power that even he would find hard to wield and someone to guide over their realm in his absence, while he dealt with the outside world.

Yes things sure were looking up. Yes indeed.

**time shift**

Soft music flowed through out the halls of the citadel. A tune of despair and loneliness turning to joy and happiness. This was the music of Lady Rose our lords consort, and her piano composition was the one peace she played on second month, for the year's anniversary that she had resided in the goblin city. It was in honour of King Jareth, who had rescued her as his wife and begun putting the pieces of her heart back together.

Jareth smiled as he approached his Rose's sun room where her beautiful music sang from. This was something she decided to start when she found the piano and I loved the sound she produced and going against her just was not the smartest move even if he wanted to. So his beautiful wife played a beautiful song in her beautiful room.

Finally reaching his destination Jareth banished any further thoughts in favour of watching Rose play the last cord to her beautiful peace.

"Marvellous. As always, my love" Jareth's smooth baritone rang in the silence as he approaches her sitting form.

"Jareth! You've returned I do hope he came for his sister" Rose replied softly raising to meet her husband.

"Indeed, the boy was quite distraught over it all" he signed before reaching out and cupping cool, pale face in his hand, seeking reprieve.

"When will you ever understand you are thought of as a myth? These words are not meant in harm but in jest, to scare their siblings. If they cannot or will not find their banished child then they have no right to kin and we shall raise them here as you have always done and we shall always do, my dear. "Rose smiled.

Over the last few years, it was not just her in need of fixing but the king of the goblin realm as well. He had come depressed and lost over the decades, taking and returning children, watching the human race come and go. Her presence here had grounded him, giving him a new life of ruling order, to his chaos.

'You are right my love, however I cannot help but lose myself to their feelings, it is so suffocating" his tone exhausted.

"Then breath my feelings, love. Let my breath for you and take this weight you bare. Is that not my reason for being here? Allow me to return what you have given me." Rose whispered softly. Stepping closer to him and letting her power cloak the two of them. As if an outside force was hugging them in a warm embrace, he slowly relaxed.

"What did I do to deserve you, my little petal" Jareth whispered, before claiming her lips as his own. He had longed to hold his wife all day. He allowed his passion and love to seep into the kiss, he pulled her closer and refused to let her go.

**the real world**

Jareth true to his word, had turned, back time and changed what needed changing, removing Rose Potter from their timeline. The easiest way to do this was on All Hallows eve, 1998.

Voldemort did in fact kill James and Lily Potter, to get to their Daughter but instead of the killing curse rebounding. Rose died that night alongside her parents, so the last threat to Voldemort's reign fell and the Minister crumpled. The few of the Order that wish to fight, fled deep in to the lost forest of Wales and set up a week rebellion camp led by Albus Dumbledoor.

The Dark Lord took a new name as ruler of the wizarding world. He became Lord Marvolo Slytherin celebrated ruler. The minister was rebuilt under Lucius Malfoy and the Lords Hall was rebuilt. The Old Ways restored, Muggle Borns were pulled away from Muggle families at the first sign of magic, preventing abuse or exposer.

The muggles that truly wanted a child to protect and care for were compelled to adopt. The society grew and developed. The creatures of magic were given back their rights to life and land. Magic grew and prospered under the care of Lord Slytherin.

The most change came to Hogwarts School under the watchful eyes of Headmaster Severus Snape and deputy Headmistress Narcissa Malfoy. The lesson once lost were returned. Students learned the truth of magic; that everyone had neutral magic at birth and it is where we grow up and what we learn that showed us what type of magic you will be best at but you can still cast both dark and light because it was Magik. You would just be better at one over the other.

The student continued to learn Wizarding customs and laws in mandatory lesson. And the Muggle Borns finally fit in, they were no different from the pure blood. They were adapted by the lords and ladies, brought in to families as Wards and Heirs.

**The Weasley's**

Arthur Weasley finally Separated from the forced contract to Molly Prewett and took his place in Weasley villa, reconnecting to the pure blood lines and returning his family name to its high statues. While he would never remarry he dedicated himself to his family and reached out to the Malfoy family, who were happy to associate with a Weasley but not a Prewett, in hopes of aid to raise his children.

When Arthur left he took his Heir William (age 11) who would become one of the youngest and best Ward Masters of Gringotts. Charles (age 10) who would follow his brother's footsteps in power but would become a well-respected and dedicated Dragon rider. Perceval (age 6) would follow his father into the ministry and work his way through the ranks till he was the security of Minister Malfoy. Finally, he took George and Fredric (age 3) who would break the path of their family and become the famed pranksters and renowned Potion/Charm masters of their decade. The youngest son of Arthur died the night Molly Prewett tried Forcing Arthur to come with her to the rebel camp and was hit by her in the resulting fight. Arthur being unable to protect all six children at once.

**Others**

Alice and Frank Longbottom had long since claimed natural in the war, with their son being born and so were left to raise a Herbologist in peace.

Hermione would be taken from the Granger family age four and adopted by Bellatrix Lestrange and raised into a true young lady with a love for books but a better understanding of life. She would grow to take her mother's place at as Lords Slytherins best Dark arts wilder on his force and would be using her knowledge to keep the people in line.

**AN**

Right so those of quick wit will notice I have edited this story and restored its status as an ONESHOT. And just like all fanfictions I only own the plot. So reviews would be nice. Let me know what you think of the new lay out and better ish grammar.

A review from PyruxDeltax ask me why Rose had no school to return to the simple answer is, it was never her school it was a means of escape from the Dursley's but it was not a place she wanted to return to after all, How would want to go to a place where you are lied to and betrayed by the very people who said they cared but more importantly who threatened her live every year and got her Godfather killed. Let's remember she is Sixteen and it is the holiday after Blacks death. For all intense and purposes, I do not believe that Ronald would be a good friend for Rose and having just lost her Godfather, neither one writes or try's and help her Hermione would back Ron seeing him as the option open for her.