Harry Potter, Heir of the Underground
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Pairing: HP/??

Rating: At the moment PG but will go up
Feedback: Absolutely love it
Disclaimer: Wish I did own the characters of Harry Potter and The Labyrinth but I don't
Warning: This is gonna be a SLASH fic!

Summary: At the age of five years old Harry and Dudley watch The Labyrinth and Dudley wished Harry away, the Goblin King has a problem because a wish is a wish but Harry is Harry Potter
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Author's notes: It's a challenge fic from Simone ([email protected]).
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"spoken"
'thoughts'
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...:: Prologue ::...

"The goblins will be coming for you, freak!" The fair-haired five-year old said maliciously to his cousin.

"Duddikins! Goblins do not exist!" Petunia Dursley half-screamed at her son.

"But Mummy, I watched this film, and they did exist." Dudley said in protest.

"Oh Popkins, goblins and magic do not exist," Petunia then turned to her nephew. "You! Stay away from my son!"

"I'm sorry, Aunt Petunia," the five-year old Harry Potter said, even though he had no idea what he had done this time.

Petunia grabbed Harry and thrust him towards the cupboard under the stairs, "Stay there until you are called, and I don't want to hear a word from you."

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The next day, Harry and Dudley were out shopping with Petunia when Dudley tripped on the crack in the pavement. A loud wail started and Petunia immediately turned on her nephew.

"What on earth did you do to him? You freak!" She slapped him and then grabbed her son in a bone-crushing hug. "Oh Popkins what did he do to you?"

"He pushed me mummy," Dudley wailed. Harry felt another slap on his head and then he quickly hurried after the only family he had left as they half-raced home.

Back at 4 Privet Drive, Petunia slapped Harry again and helped Dudley sit down on the sofa. "Hold his arm straight, and if he so much as yelps you'll be wishing you had died with your parents," Petunia snapped at Harry.

'I wish I was with them,' Harry thought.

Knowing his aunt's warning spoke truth, Harry gently raised Dudley's arm, and although he did it as gently as possible, Dudley let out a wail. "I hardly touched you!" Harry hissed at Dudley.

"Yeah, but now you'll be in trouble," Dudley flashed an evil smile.

Harry turned his head. "I wish someone would just come and save me," he muttered quietly.

 "And do you now what I wish for, freak?" Dudley moved closer and whispered, "I wish that the goblins would take you away."

"Yeah, but like in the film, if that did happen, you'd have to come in after me," Harry whispered back at him.

Dudley laughed loudly, "As if freak."

Petunia returned, "Oh Duddikins I've run out of plasters! I'm just going next door to see if I can borrow one." She turned to Harry, "And if he cries out again, you'll be in big trouble."

As the door opened and closed, Dudley was lightly snickering still. "I wish that the goblins would come and take you away, right now!" Dudley said, smiling maliciously.

Thunder cracked over the house and they both fell silent. They waited in silence for a long moment and then Harry whispered, "As if you could really do magic."

"I'd like to see you do better," Dudley retorted.

In a wisp of smoke, only one five-year old remained in the room. "I did it!" Dudley jumped up, swinging his arms. "Yay, me!"

The window crashed open and an owl flew in. The owl transformed into a man, with long, white blond hair. He looked almost human, except for the odd twist of his eyebrows.

"You're the goblin king!" Dudley burrowed into the sofa.

"How observant of you," The Goblin King, Jareth remarked.

"Do you have him?" Dudley asked in excitement and fear.

"Yes, but forget about him. I can give you your dreams," Jareth conjured up a glass ball and twirled it around his hands.

"Will you keep him?"

"You wish him to remain forever in my castle?" The Goblin king responded in surprise.

"Yes, He's a freak. Why would I want to risk my life for him?" Dudley continued, "He's nothing but a freak."

"If you insist, but know this, there is no return for him now that you have banished him," Jareth said.

"Life is brill!" Dudley shouted in delight and the Goblin King faded away.

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In the realm of the Goblins, young Harry Potter sat in front of the Jareth's throne. Jareth appeared.

"And now, you are mine," the King smiled at him. Harry just stared at him. The silence lengthened. "What's your name?"

Harry fumbled his hands in the pockets of the clothes, slightly too big for him. He mumbled an answer.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that," Jareth said with patience.

"My aunt and uncle call me boy and my cousin calls me freak," he spoke quietly.

Jareth took the information in, "what happened to your parents?"

"They died in a car crash when I was a baby."

"And do you remember anything about them?"

"Umm- I'm not allowed to talk about it, my aunt and uncle don't like to hear about it," Harry whispered as he looked down sheepishly.

"Well they aren't here, so tell me," Jareth moved closer to the young boy.

"I remember green light and a motorbike that flew," Harry said, very quietly. "I'm a freak," he murmured dejectedly.

"Did you ever find out what your parents called you?" Jareth placed a hand on Harry's cheek and gently caressed his face, seeking to give comfort.

"Harry," Jareth's hand pushed some of his hair back on his forehead and gasped.

"Harry," Jareth's hands gripped his shoulders, "do you know what your parents were called?"

"Umm- Lily and umm- James-"

"And their surname?"

"Potter," Harry's eyes widened in fear as the Goblin King started speaking in a different language, and he sounded angry.

Speaking goblin language, Jareth spoke to himself, "What an idiot you are! Dumbledore did you not think about checking on the prize of the wizarding world? The child has no idea who he is and no idea what he means to the whole world!" Jareth continued until he remember the treasure that was sitting on his floor.

Switching but to English, Jareth knelt in front of Harry, who flinched.

"Do not be afraid, I will not harm you," Harry nodded slowly. "I am sorry for scaring you … but you have no idea, do you?"

"About what?"

"Who you are? Who your parents were? What you mean to the world?" At each of his questions, Harry shook his head. "Then I will tell you, you need to know."

Jareth picked up Harry and sat both of them on his throne. "When you were fifteen months old, on Halloween, an evil wizard named Lord Voldemort tried to kill you and your family; you were the only survivor. You became famous for being the only wizard ever to survive the killing curse. Everyone in the wizarding world owes you a type of life debt because when Voldemort could not kill you, it deflected back at him and something happened. Some say he died, some say he is just out there, biding his time until he strikes again." Jareth paused, "I too owe you a life debt, he would have invaded this realm and we would have fallen."

Harry stayed quiet for a moment. "I don't understand," he responded in an unsure tone.

Jareth laughed lightly, "I will explain it again when you are old enough."

"Are you going to take care of me?" Harry asked.

"I would like to, but I am not sure if there are any prior claims to you. So I must go see Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of the Hogwarts school where your parents were educated. Do you want to come along?" Harry nodded and jumped off the throne. Jareth followed his action and Harry held out his hand.

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"So my parents went here?" Harry asked as they entered the Entrance Hall.

"Yes, but I do not really know that much about them," Jareth replied. "Hey young man," he called to boy who was staring at them. "Do you know where we can find Albus Dumbledore?"

The boy shrugged. "Can you find someone who can help us?" The boy turned and entered another hall, quickly returning with an older woman.

"Excuse me, I am Professor McGonagall. Can I help you?"

"My name is Jareth, I am looking for the headmaster," Jareth said, squeezing Harry's hand slightly.

"May I ask what about?" She asked.

"No," Jareth said shortly, his patience slipping.

McGonagall nodded and turned to the boy, "Mr Weasley, stay here with these two people." Her gaze lingered on Harry and he stood grasping Jareth's leg with one hand and with the other, Jareth's hand.

The boy knelt in front of Harry. "Hey, I'm Charlie Weasley," he held out his hand.

"Umm- Harry." His small hand clasped Charlie's.

"This is my fifth year here. It's almost finished. How old are you?"

"Umm- five… I think."

Charlie laughed, "Do you have any brothers or sisters?" Harry shook his head. "No? Lucky, I have one older brother, Bill, then there's Percy, Fred, George and Ron, and then my baby sister Ginny. You know Ron is about your age."

"Umm- that's nice," the little boy responded bashfully.

Jareth smiled at the red-haired boy. "He's a little shy," Charlie smiled back.

"Jareth, what a pleasure to see you again," a voice called across the hall.

"Albus," Jareth greeted the aging man.

"And to what do I owe this pleasure?"

Jareth gestured to Harry who was once again hiding slightly behind his leg. Dumbledore moved closer, "Merlin. It can't be." He turned to face Jareth. "Jareth, what is the meaning of this? Harry Potter was meant to stay hidden in the muggle world with his family," the ancient wizard spoke in a harsh tone.

The Goblin King's voice cracked with anger as he spoke. "I hardly think that you could call them family," He paused and took a breath, "Perhaps we could talk somewhere quieter?"

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An hour later, Jareth had had finished ranting. He barely suppressed his anger with Dumbledore for lack of caring for the orphan who was the saviour the wizarding world. He had accused him of stupidity for leaving a baby on the doorstep of muggles who had zero tolerance for magic and for not checking up on him.

Harry spent the time with Charlie Weasley who took him to the kitchens and fed him with the help of the friendly house-elves, and then showed him the grounds and introduced him to his brother and their friends. They watched as Jareth and the headmaster made their way towards them.

"Harry cannot be turned into anything against his will. If he does not want to stay with you, I will find somewhere more suitable for him. And he will be checked on regularly, have no fear of that," Albus finished.

"I know," Jareth replied. He held out his hand for Harry who obediently took it. "Harry, come over here." They walked a short distance away and Jareth knelt down so as that he was at eyelevel with the little boy.

"You have a choice; you can return to my realm and become a Fae. You will be taught in all the ways of Faes and Goblins, and then when it is time, you will return to Hogwarts for your wizarding training. Otherwise you can be adopted into a family of this world."

"Can't you adopt me?" Harry asked trying to suppress his growing excitement.

"I would, but it would mean you stay in my realm and become a Fae."

"Like you?" Jareth nodded, "I want that." If the child had any less control he would be jumping for joy.

Jareth smiled and hugged the boy.

"Albus, I will make sure that Harry is protected and that he returns to you when it is time," Albus nodded.

"Until we meet again Harry," they shook hands.

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"Welcome once more young Harry, to the realm of the Goblins." Harry smiled. "And now, we begin your training, my young son."

"I can't wait," Harry said, "Father."