Chapter 1

Two weeks after Sarah returned from the Underground, her father and stepmother got an offer from London to work at one of the most highly acclaimed law firms in the country. Naturally, they could refuse, so they packed up everything and moved themselves and Sarah and Toby to their new house in London.

After a few weeks, Sarah got a letter from a strange school called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. When she asked about it, her father broke it to her that her mother had been a witch. With that, Sarah's stepmother told them that she too was a witch. She knew Sarah was behind, so for that first year, Sarah was home-taught incredibly fast. When a tall man with a long beard and weird hat called Albus Dumbledore came to visit, he took her to a place called the Ministry of Magic. There, they gave her a test they called OWLs: Ordinary Wizarding Levels. They said that all fifth years took this test at the end of the year, and since when she actually went to Hogwarts, she'd be in sixth year, she was required to take the test. Dumbledore had decided she was ready, so at the Ministry of Magic, she took the test. And she passed with flying colors.

Karen, Sarah's stepmother, was very proud, and she took her stepdaughter to a place called Diagon Alley, where she would buy her things.

Sarah and Karen came to a large white building that reminded Sarah of something, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Sarah shrugged, took the small key her stepmother offered to her, and walked inside the imposing building.

Sarah suddenly couldn't breath. When she tried, she simply choked. Goblins! Goblins were everywhere, weighing jewels and gold, speaking to customers. Sarah couldn't imagine what they were doing here, though. Surely they should be in their own kingdom, under their king.

Sarah shivered at the thought of the Goblin King, but not because the memory frightened her or anything. She shivered at the thought that somehow, one way or another, she had once liked, using the slang of her new country, the dolt. It was hard to see so many goblins at once and not think of the Goblin King, and those mismatched eyes, at that shock of big blond hair, and that tight leather outfit... Sarah shook her head. It had been almost a year. That was over. She was over that.

Sarah walked up to the first goblin. "Hello.", she said to him, "Um, my stepmother gave me her key."

"And what is her name?"

"Karen. Karen Lane." (A/N Is that really her name, because I have no idea.)

"And what is your name?"

"Sarah. Sarah Williams."

The goblin froze and stared at her. Sarah was starting to feel uncomfortable.

"Indeed, indeed. Well, Ms. Williams, it appears we have an account in your name. Do you still wish to draw something out of your stepmother's account?"

An account? In her name? How was that possible? "But I don't have a key for my account.", she told the goblin, bewildered.

"We have one for you here.", the goblin replied.

"Oh. Well, then, I suppose I could, er, take a look at it."

The goblin nodded, turned around, and shouted, "Arrock!"

Another goblin, apparently the one named Arrock, came running up and stopped in front of the other goblin. "Yes, Orik?"

"Take Ms. Sarah Williams here, "Orik started, and Arrock's eyes widened, "to her vault." Orik handed Arrock a tiny silver key.

"Of course. Follow me, Ms. Williams."

Sarah followed Arrock to a door that led to a tunnel with tracks on the floor. A thing kind of like an old mine car, but with seats, came rattling along and came to a stop in front of them.

"Get in, please, Ms .Williams.", Arrock said.

Sarah obeyed, and Arrock climbed in after her. The car suddenly shot forward with incredible speed along the track. The car took sharp corners and took dives, like a wild roller coaster. Sarah realized that she had never liked roller coasters.

Just when Sarah thought she was going to be really sick, the car shuddered to a sudden halt in front of a vault door. Arrock stepped out, followed by Sarah. Arrock took out the key Orik had given him and inserted it into a small keyhole. He turned the key, there was a click, and the door opened.

Sarah gasped. There were piles upon piles of gold, silver, and bronze coins. There were a few trunks here and there, a few priceless looking figures and weapons and other things, but most of the room was taken up by coins.

"Um, I think I'll get some stuff from here, thanks.", Sarah told the goblin. He nodded and walked out quickly, as if afraid of something.

Sarah shrugged and walked over to one of the trunks, and opened it inside were several leather drawstring bags. Sarah picked up one at random, and uncovered a book. She picked it up. There was no title or anything. She opened it. On the first page was two pictures: One of a boy about her age or younger, and the other a baby. On the second page, there was a picture of young woman and a young girl of about three years old. Sarah kept flipping until she came to a page that made her catch her breath. There was a picture of her next to a picture of Toby. Around it, where on all the other pages had been blank except for the pictures, were her name and hearts drawn everywhere. The biggest heart was drawn around her picture. Someone was close to obsessed with her. She couldn't think of anyone who was so obsessed with her that they thought they were in love with her. The thought made Sarah laugh. She filled the bag with gold, silver and bronze, and, the bag safely in her pocket and the strange book in her hand, she left the bank.

Outside, Karen was waiting. "So, how did those goblins treat you?"

Sarah blinked. "The gob-? Oh, right, the goblins! Well, I thought they were nice, and polite.", Sarah answered truthfully.

Karen looked surprise. "Really? Usually they're grumpy and shrewd."

Sarah shrugged, as if not knowing why they acted like that towards her. In reality, she knew they had a kind of respect for her. After all, she was the one who had beaten their king's labyrinth.

There it was again. The thought of the Goblin King sent an odd shiver down Sarah's back. It wasn't an icy shiver, like you get when you're scared or nervous, but it made Sarah remember his face all the more clearer. Sarah wished she hadn't had to go into Gringotts.

Sarah and Karen first went to a place called Madam Maulkin's Robes for All Occasions to get Sarah's school uniform. They also got some formal attire, dresses and such, because Karen said sometimes they hold balls and such at Hogwarts. So they had to be prepared. Next, they bought Sarah's books at a store called Flourish and Blotts. This was going to be Sarah's favorite shop, if she hadn't seen the book she was going to need for Defense Against the Dark Arts: Crystals: A Guide to Using them as Protectionby Jarete Kingo. If it was written by who Sarah suspected it was written by, the name on the book was a horrible cover up. He really was a dolt.

They had books on everything. When they were done, Karen had to practically drag Sarah out of there. They got a cauldron, a set of scales, and a collapsible telescope. Then they visited the Apothecary for potion ingredients.

Back outside, Karen looked at Sarah's list.

"Just your wand left now.", she said, "Oh, and I want to get you a going away present. Actually, I'm getting two, since your father wanted me to get you something from him as well." At Sarah's questioning look, Karen laughed. "No, he's not a wizard. But I took the money he gave me and converted it to our money."

"Oh. Gringotts does that?", Sarah asked.

"Oh, yes, among other things that I really have no idea about. Goblins are very secretive."

"Tell me about it.", Sarah muttered.

"Hmm, what was that dear?", Karen said, still checking things off her list.

"Oh, uh, nothing, nothing. Just thinking out loud."

"That's nice, dear. Now, Ollivanders is just down there.", Karen told her, pointing down the street, "I'll go take of care of those other things."

Sarah nodded, gulped, and headed down the street. She was so intent on the names of the shops that she accidentally ran into someone, knocking the things he was carrying, and the things she was carrying out of theirs hands.

"Oh, I'm sorry!", Sarah shouted, kneeling down to pick up the things on the ground, "I wasn't looking where I was going."

"Nah. It's totally my fault.", the boy said, squatting down to help her.

"No, no really. I've got it." Sarah and the boy picked up the last of their things. The boy had a mess of jet black hair on top of his head that partially covered up a lightning bolt shaped scar. He wore glasses over deep jade eyes, and he smiling apologetically.

Sarah's eyes widened. She recognized him! "Hey, I know you!"

The boy sighed. "Yeah, you've probably heard of me. Story of my life."

"What? No, I mean I think you live in my neighborhood. I've seen you at that abandoned park. Why do you always go by yourself?"

The boy's face brightened a little that she didn't really know him, which didn't make sense to Sarah. But Sarah shrugged. "Do you live near Privet Drive? That's where I live."

"Yeah, I live two blocks away."

"Cool. Um, I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

"And I'm Sarah Williams. Pleased to meet you Harry. You know, you're the first wizard my age I've ever met."

"Really? Are you Muggleborn, or something like it, then?", Harry asked.

"What's that?"

"When both you're parents are muggles."

"A muggle is someone who isn't magical, right?" Harry nodded. "Well, my dad's a muggle, but my mom was a witch. So is my stepmother. She's been homeschooling me until now."

"Really? Are you going to Hogwarts, then?"

"Yeah, is that where you go?"

"It is. It's a place where I feel at home, where I feel safe. And safety is a big problem for me."

"Why's that?"

Harry sighed. "It's a long story."

Sarah decided not to pry. "I have to get a wand. Do you know where Ollivander's is?"

"You were home-schooled and you don't have a wand?"

"Oh, I used my mother's wand to practice, but since I'm going to be gone, I'm going to nee my own. She may need hers. So, do you know where the shop is?"

"Yeah, come on, I'll show you. I actually have some friends who should be arriving later today. I think they would love to meet you." Harry nodded his head down the street and started walking. Sarah followed him.

They finally came to a rather shabby store that said Ollivander's written in faded golden lettering on the front.

"Ah, here we are.", Harry said, sitting down on a bench outside the shop, "Give me your things, and I'll wait out here for you." Sarah gave him a suspicious look, and he grinned. "Don't worry, I am not a thief. I don't need to steal, to be honest." Sarah nodded, and walked into the shop.

A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the depths of the shop as she stepped inside. It was a tiny place, except for a single spindly chair in the corner. Sarah felt strangely as if she'd just entered a very strict library... or the Escher room without the singing king. Hey, that was pretty good. From now on, instead of thinking his name, she would just call Jareth "The Singing King." Sarah wondered if her meandering thoughts were due to the nervousness this shop was making her feel. She looked at the thousands of narrow boxes piled neatly right up to the ceiling. For some reason, the back of her neck prickled. The very dust and silence in here seemed to tingle with some secret magic..

"Good afternoon.", said a soft voice. Sarah jumped. An old man was standing before her, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.

"Uh, hey.", Sarah said awkwardly.

"Ah, yes.", said the man, "I expected to see you several years ago, Ms. Williams, but better late than never. You look so much like your mother. It seems like only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Eleven-and-a-half inches long, nice and supple, made of oak. Good wand."

"Uh, yes, my name is Williams, Sarah Williams. How did you-" Sarah started, but cut herself off.

Mr. Ollivander moved closer to Sarah. Sarah wished he would blink. Those silvery eyes were kind of creepy.

Oh, come on, Sarah. You spent ten hours in a labyrinth, and you think this is creepy, Sarah thought to herself.

"You know, it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, Ms. Williams."

Mr. Ollivader had come so close that he and Sarah were nose to nose. Sarah could see himself reflected in those misty eyes.

The bell tinkled again, and Ollivander suddenly turned his attention to the other person. "Harry! Harry Potter!"

Sarah turned. Sure enough, Harry had entered the shop, carrying their packages with him. " Sorry Sarah, but I was getting mobbed out their. Hullo, Mr. Ollivander."

"How nice to see you again, my boy! Holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple, right?"

"You never forget a wand, Mr. Ollivander."

"Yes, especially your very unusual wand."

"Yes..." Harry was silent after that.

"Hmm, well, "Mr. Ollivander said, turning his attention back to Sarah, "Ms. Williams. let me see." He pulled out a long tape measure with sliver markings out of his pocket. "Which is your wand arm."

"My right hand.", Sarah replied.

"Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured Sarah from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit, and around her head. As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Ms. Williams. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, heartstrings from dragons, and every once in a while, we make ones with unusual cores. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, phoenixes, or dragons are the same. And, of course, you will never get such results with another wizard's wand."

Sarah suddenly realized the tape measure, which was measuring between her nostrils, was doing this on its own. Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.

"That will do.", he said, and the tape measure crumpled to a heap on the floor, "Right then, Ms. Williams. Try this one." He handed her a wand. "Just take it and give it wave."

Sarah took the wand and waved it around a bit, feeling foolish. But Mr. Ollivander snatched it out of his hand almost at once.

"Here. Try this one." He handed her another wand.

Sarah tried, but he had hardly raised the wand when it, too, was snatched back by Mr. Ollivander.

"No, no.", he said, handing her another wand, "Go on, go on, try it out."

Sarah tried and tried. She had no idea what Mr. Ollivander was waiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and highed, but the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become.

"Tricky girl, eh?" Not to worry, we'll find the perfect match here somewhere." He suddenly paused and gave Sarah a long, intense stare, those misty eyes reflected something near to respect, something completely different from his other intense looks. "I wonder. Yes, why not? She could be the one." Sarah didn't like the sound of that. "Very unusual. Try this one."

Sarah took the wand. She felt a sudden warmth in her fingers, and an intoxicating smell of spices and old books and leather filled the air. She raised the wand above her head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air, and a stream of glitter and blue and red sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on the walls and covering the floor and wands and several other things with glitter. It reminded Sarah of the way The Singing King used to disappear, in a shower of glitter and sparks.

"All right, Sarah!", Harry shouted, clapping.

Mr. Ollivander cried, "Oh, bravo! Yes, indeed, oh, very good. Well, well, well... how wonderful... how very curious..." He put the wand in the box and wrapped it in brown paper.

"What is it?", Sarah asked.

Mr. Ollivander fixed Sarah with his pale stare. Harry had come to stand beside Sarah, watching the old man closely.

"I suppose you've heard that there are other realms beside this one, correct?", Ollivander started.

"Yes.", Sarah said, then hesitated, wondering whether or not she could trust the two people in this room, then decided there wouldn't be any harm, "I went to one almost a year ago."

"And which one was it?"

"The Goblin Kingdom. I wished away my little brother, being the spoiled brat I used to be, and the Goblin King took him and told me I would have to defeat him and his labyrinth to get my brother back. I did both in ten hours."

Harry was gaping at her.

"Yes, just as I thought. Your wand is 12 3/4 inches long, a pliable wand. The core... is Fae hair. The particular Fae in question is the Goblin King."

"The Singing King... No...." Sarah's head was starting to spin.

"And I'm not sure if this means anything, but the wand is made of wood from a peach tree."

"Oh, I hate peaches.", Sarah muttered. This was too much. Her vision was going dark. "Jareth...", she muttered, and she passed out.

When Mr. Potter carried young Ms. Williams from his shop, Mr. Ollivander put up the wands with a wave of his own wand, then he made his way to the back room of his shop.

"Cousin, I don't know what you're playing at, "Ollivander muttered to himself, "But I sure hope you know what you're doing. Falling in love with a mortal isn't wise."

"I know what I'm doing, Ollie.", a voice said, seemingly out of nowhere, making the old man jump. Ollivander looked up. His tall cousin was standing there, hands on his hips, "Hello, Cousin."

"Jareth, what are you doing?", Ollivander hissed at his Cousin, "I don't see you for nigh on 150 years, until you show up a year ago, give me your hair, and ask me to make a wand with it out of wood from a peach tree, and then tell me it's for "a special girl". I get why you have a fascination with her; she's the first person in nearly two millennia to beat your labyrinth. But you know that giving the girl a wand with your hair in it is dangerous for her."

"Which is why I am going to look after her."

"How, by teaching at the school?"

"Ollie, you took the words right out of my mouth."

"Jareth, why is this girl so special?"

Jareth started fading, but Ollivander heard an echo of his voice say, "I love her."

Okay, so, this story isn't a real priority right now. It's just a way to satisfy my need to put something up, since I'm currently experiencing writer's block for my other Labyrinth story, but I'm almost finished with that one, only another couple of chapters. And I am trying to come up with a nice chapter two for this one, but it probably won't be up for some time, not until summer comes at least. Anyway, I at least hope this was enjoyable for some of you. I liked it.