I don't own Harry Potter or the Labyrinth, and this is a slash story so if you don't like it then don't read it.

Chapter 1

The war was finally over, the light had won and everyone was moving on. However what world wanted a hero that had done his job? There was no lace in the wizarding world for Harry, his friends had turned on him, and so he left to the muggle world.

He became a writer, secluded in his own home, rarely leaving. He was a shadow of the man he had once been, his once vibrant green eyes were dull and lifeless, and his raven black hair had grown out to reach his knees, making him look even more feminine. His hands were slender, his skin a pale white color. If one didn't know better they would call the man ether a fey, or a vampire.

He rarely spoke to anyone, preferring to keep his head down and eyes opened. He wore a knife his pocket just in case he had need of it. "Hey there handsome." Sarah Williams said with a smile as he entered her shop. He always came on Sundays to buy new books or more paper.

"Madam," Harry said in way of a greeting. Sarah smiled warmly at the man with sad eyes.

"You know hon. I have a book for you that I think you might enjoy." Sarah said softly as she took out the old tattered red book. She knew that if anyone could help the fey like boy Jareth could, even if she couldn't stand the Goblin king.

"How much would you like for it madam?" Harry asked as he tilted his head to the side.

"Only a promise hon. I want you to swear that you will not say any of these fraises allowed until you have given thought to what you want. Remember that once done there is no going back." Sarah said softly, not giving anything away as Harry nodded; A look of curiosity on his face. Slowly she handed the book over as Harry gave her a sad smile. He didn't see the silent tears streaming down her face as he walked out of the store.

The red book laid forgotten for a while as he finished his writing his current book. It wasn't until he slipped on his long night shirt that hung down to his knees. His hair hung loosely as he picked the book up off of his cabinet.

"The Labyrinth," He read out loud as he flipped to the first page and began to read. The tale was captivating and Harry found the dark character of the king made him smirk.

He had read the book through four times by the time he went back to the book store. "Have you read it yet?" Sarah asked softly, her eyes held anticipation and worry.

"I have, thank you. The world it describes sounds wonderful." He said with a longing look in his eyes.

"You know, many believe that if you ask it the Goblin king will take people away." Sarah said with a smirk on her lips.

"It is a world full of fantasy Sarah; as much as I might wish it to be true I can not. The world is too cruel by far and I shall never be lucky enough to escape." Harry said as he thought of the magical world. Softly he placed the book down on her desk and walked out.

Sarah could not help but to wonder what had happened to Harry to make him so broken. The books he wrote spoke of a world full of danger and beauty, a world of fantasy, and yet he sounded as if he didn't believe in any type of fantasy world. She sighed as she set the book down under her desk.

Harry went back to his house, his head bowed as he cleaned. He refused to allow his tears to flow. He was angry, angry at the wizarding world for allowing him in only to discard him, angry at Sarah for giving him the book, angry at the book because he wanted it to be real, but mostly he was angry at himself. That night he laid tossing and turning, but sleep refused to came. The single fraise kept going through his mind, and nothing he did would drown it out.

With a sigh he decided that it couldn't do much harm to just say it, perhaps when he had proven it to be false he would be able to sleep. "Goblin king, Goblin king I wish you would come and take me away right now." Harry said softly as he tucked his feat under him. A loud clasp of thunder emptied from the sky. A clash of lightning brightened up his room and the window opened with a loud bang. With a sigh Harry stood to close and lock the window and was going to turn around and walk back to bed when he felt a pair of arms tighten around him in a strong embrace.

"One could easily question what a fey was doing here little one." The strong voice of a man said softly. His voice was rich and velvety and sent a shiver down Harry's back.

Chapter 2

Jareth sat in his thrown room, his grey eyes studying the male in his globe. The male who was reading his book with rapt attention, the man was beautiful with long hair and emerald green eyes. He could see the weariness and pain that seemed to linger around the man's eyes and mouth. Almost as if he had seen and done to much to be innocent anymore, and it stirred something deep within Jareth.

He was captivated by the youth. When he saw Harry give the book back to Sarah he nearly screamed. "You know, many believe that if you ask it the Goblin king will take people away." He heard Sarah say with a smirk on her lips.

"It is a world full of fantasy Sarah; as much as I might wish it to be true I can not. The world is too cruel by far and I shall never be lucky enough to escape." The youth said as he softly he placed the book down on her desk and walked out.

Angrily Jareth shattered the orb against the wall. Jareth desired the youth and was angry that he would dare give the book away. With a smirk he conjured another globe and sent a whirlwind of thought to the youth.

When he heard the soft melodious voice of the fey like creature calling him he could not stop himself from smirking as he went to retrieve his beauty. He appeared behind the beauty and could not stop himself from reaching for him. The youth was shorter than him and fit comfortably in his arms.

"One could easily question what a fey was doing here little one." Jareth said into the youth's ear and felt him shiver much to the Goblin kings delight.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Harry demanded softly as Jareth rose a single hand to caress his face.

"You summoned me precious." Jareth said turning the youth to look at him. He was even more beautiful in person.

"The Goblin king," Harry said breathlessly as Jareth traced his lips with the pad of his thumb.

"Indeed, only there is no runner to save you from my labyrinth. I am afraid you are stuck with me forever." Jareth said moving his hand in front of Harry's face and making him fall into a deep sleep. With a smile Jareth lifted his precious bundle and headed back to his palace.

Chapter 3

Harry was slow to awaken from the strangest dream. A sigh escaped his lips as he made to sit up only to be stopped by an arm tightening around his thin waste. Confused he looked over into piercing grey eyes. He was pulled under Jareth who captured his lips in a possessive and searing kiss.

Jareth smirked as he raised his head to look at the swollen lips, he was satisfied to have such a beauty under him, but refused to take it further until he bonded the beauty to him. "Come now we have much to do today, Ragnok as well as several other delegates from Gringotts." Jareth said before stealing another delightful kiss.

Harry for the most part was stunned when the Goblin king kissed him. He could not help but to kiss back. Although he did not say anything as Jareth left him to get dressed, only silently cursing the king when he saw the blue dress set out for him. With a scowl he put it on. "What do I look like a bloody girl?" He muttered to himself as he left the room only to be escorted to the thrown room by an odd looking goblin.

"The king wishes for you to meet him in the thrown room." The goblin said with a toothy smile.

"Was it also his idea to put me in a bloody dress?" Harry asked scowling at how feminine he looked. He sent a glare at the snickering goblin.

"You wished for the king to take you away, he did. Now, now the dress doesn't look so bad. You actually look real nice." The goblin said with a smile.

"I know, but why a dress?" Harry said with a slight smile on his lips.

"Because I wished it," Jareth said stepping in front of them as he gently pulled Harry into a kiss. "The dress looks lovely on you." He said softly as he led Harry into the thrown room. He watched his little fey like creature blush bright red and couldn't stop the smile from blooming on his lips.

A few moments later Ragnok and Griphook came in. Both stared in opened astonishment before walking and briskly taking Harry into a hug. "We feared you dead or worse Harry." Griphook said as Harry sank to his knees to hug his goblin friends.

"I…they told us you were dead," Ragnok said cupping Harry's thin face in his hands as he looked him over.

"No Ragnok, Griphook, I am very much alive." Harry said with a fond smile at the two goblins.

"They told us you had died in battle Harry, we mourned you everyday. We asked to visit your grave but were denied." Ragnok said softly as tears fell down his weathered face.

"They kicked me out, I had killed and was thus a danger to them, they said if I dared to return I would be in Azkaban until I died. Forgive me my friends." Harry said standing up with a lost look in his eyes before walking out.

"What is going on Ragnok?" Jareth asked in a dangerously soft voice. "How do you know him?"

"He's Harry Potter, a goblin friend and lord to both the Potter and the Black estates aboveground my king. We were told he had been killed ringing the dark lord Voldemort down. We put his wheel into effect." Ragnok said softly, his eyes on his king.

"Harry was there savior and they threw him away like he was nothing more than a broken weapon. He was the richest man aboveground and for there greed they took away Harry's rightful place." Griphook said, barely able to contain his anger.

"His rightful place?" Jareth asked intrigued.

"Yes, he's the rightful lord of magic; Chosen by magic to represent the aboveground my king." Ragnok explained before his eyes opened wide. "Was Harry in a dress?"