A/N: This is my first ever crossover, so just a heads up. Also, there will be a ten year time jump for all Harry Potter canon, otherwise I can't make it work with Labyrinth. I don't own Harry Potter or Labyrinth.

Jareth's POV:

The goblins were getting extremely excited. Someone was getting very close to saying the right words. I lounged on my throne, waiting. Finally, it happened and one of the goblins disappeared, only to return moments later with a toddler. I picked him up and looked him over, not a very remarkable child, but he would make a fine goblin soon enough.

"Jareth! Wait!" Sarah came running through the hall and into my throne room. She took the child from me and held him close.

"Come now Sarah, you know the rules. All children wished away to the Goblin King get turned into goblins." I sighed, she'd been living here for three years now and sometimes she still didn't understand how things worked.

She shook her head. "I know that Jareth, but not this child."

"And why not?"

"Because he is magical and has a destiny." She pushed back his messy hair and showed me a lightening bolt scar on his forehead. It was small, but I could feel dark magic coming from it.

"All right then, he has magic. Why should that stop him from becoming a goblin?" I took the child back from her and went to sit on my throne, placing him in my lap.

"Who are you?" The boy finally asked, opening his eyes. I was surprised that he had slept through all of that.

"I'm Jareth, and that is Sarah."

Sarah walked over to us and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "What's your name?" She asked.

"I'm Harry." He said in a quiet voice.

"Do you know how you got here Harry? Did someone say some words?" She prodded.

He gave a small nod. "Dudley. He doesn't like me. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon don't either."

I covered his ears. "Tell me again why I can't make him a goblin?"

Sarah crossed her arms, giving me that defiant look she's had since she was only fifteen years old. "Because the Labyrinth said so."

The Labyrinth. I should have guessed. Ever since Sarah returned, she has had this connection with the Labyrinth very similar to my own. It communicates with her, tells her what it wants. When the two of them agree on something, I never get my way.

"Fine." I take my hands from Harry's ears. "Harry, would you like to stay here with us?"

He looked thoughtful for a moment, an interesting look on a three year old. Face a little scrunched up and pinched. "Will I have to sleep under the stairs?" He asked in a timid voice.

Sarah had a look of outrage on her face. "Of course not! You can sleep wherever you like Harry."

That brought a huge smile to his face. "Okay then."

And that's how, by some work of fate, Sarah and I became parents.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Please R&R!