Disclaimer: I can honestly say that after looking at my poor bank balance I do not own any of the characters that you see and recognise here from either Harry Potter or The Labyrinth, I am just having a little fun with them all

Chapter One – The Wish

Vernon and Petunia never let anything magical in their house, but other parents did. This is how on one rainy afternoon while five-year-old Dudley was at his best friends Pier Polkiss's house he had ended up watching the film Labyrinth.

That very night Dudley said the fateful words that would change all of their lives. He had been annoyed that his cousin was getting more attention than he was, of course had you asked Harry he would have told you that he would have been more than happy to not be receiving the attention that he was getting as his aunt had decided to give him a haircut and thus he was now sitting on a chair in the Kitchen and nearly all his hair was being sheared off his head. All except for his fringe that, during his aunt's mutters about incompetent barbers had explained that she had left the fringe to 'hide that horrible scar'.

Dudley stood in the door to the kitchen his face was bright red and screwed up, a few fake tears from the start of his temper tantrum were drying on his cheeks as, with the film still fresh in his mind he finally screamed, "I wish the goblins would come and take you away, right now!" As soon as the words left his mouth Harry disappeared, Petunia seemed to freeze and a wild wind seemed to blow the back door open with a bang revealing a man standing there.

Dudley was terrified and immediately scuttled to hide behind his mother's legs, begging her to protect him at the same time, only to receive no response from the frozen woman. But he did get a response from the strange man, "She cannot hear you Dudley, my magic holds her frozen, as it does for your father in the other room." He stepped into the kitchen allowing Dudley to see him clearly.

He was tall and slim with miss-matched eyes sparkling with cruel amusement from beneath his ragged fringed of dirty blonde hair.

"W…who are you?" Dudley stammered out at him causing the tall man to smirk and raise one of his elegantly well-groomed eyebrows.

"Come, come now. When people summon me they should at least have the good manners to remember just who I am."

Dudley pulled his entire small podgy frame up as much as he could, his anger at the insult momentarily pushing his fear to the side as his small voice snapped. "I have lots of manners; everyone says I am the perfect gentleman."

This just caused Jareth's cruel smirk to grow, "A gentleman you say. Then I have a gift for you, from one gentleman to another." His words dripped sarcasm, but Dudley was still too young to understand what sarcasm was, let alone recognise someone using it.

Jareth gave a simple flick with his wrist and a perfect crystal sphere appeared on the fingertips of his right hand and he began weaving it back and forth with his fingers in a complicated and mesmerising pattern.

Dudley found he could not tear his eyes away from the moving crystal and in a voice filled with awe asked, "What is it?"

The cruel amusement in Jareth's eyes died, he could see that this fat boy would not be running his Labyrinth, that again he would be forced to turn a defenceless child into a goblin.

"It's a crystal." He answered, voice devoid of all emotion but this did not register with Dudley, "Nothing more, but if you turn it this way and look into it." He gave a little flick of his fingers and the crystal performed a twist that would be impossible in the hands of a mortal, "and it will show you your dreams. However this is not a gift for an ordinary little boy."

A flash of annoyance crossed Dudley's face at being called 'little' but it disappeared as he continued watching the entrancing crystal. "With a cousin…" knowledge of just who had been taken finally filtered through to Jareth's mind and his eyes widened slightly, yet he didn't lose a beat as he continued, "Who gets all the attention."

The words were distastefully to him now. "Do you want it Dudley?" He asked; it took everything he had not to spit the name.

Dudley nodded eagerly, "Yes give it to me." And he reached out for the crystal. Jareth was only too happy to say the next words as he handed the crystal to him, "Then forget all about your cousin." With the words said and the crystal in Dudley's hand the wild wind blew once more through the kitchen, Jareth disappeared and the frozen time returned, leaving a confused Dudley and Petunia standing there.

Not knowing why she was holding the scissors in her hand Petunia shrugged and moved to put them away as she asked her son how his trip to his friends had been and what he was holding. Dudley blinked and told her that he had had fun at Piers and found a nice crystal there that he had been allowed to keep.

Ten minutes later there was a furious knocking on their front door which when opened revealed the headmaster of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry, Professor Dumbledore.

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Back Underground Jareth appeared in his throne room to see the young five-year-old boy standing in the depression in the centre of the room, goblins all around, some playing with the young boy, but most of them were creating the usual ruckus when a child was present in the throne room.

A small runty looking goblin looked up at him and squeaked, "Will there be a run through the Labyrinth your majesty?"

Jareth's eyes never left the small child, "No there will be no run this time." He ignored the confused looks of the goblins that heard his words. Normally when a mortal refused to run the Labyrinth for the one wished away, the child would immediately be turned into a goblin, yet this one had not been changed yet.

Jareth knelt down in front of the young man who smiled and said, "Hello I'm Harry."

Jareth nodded once but didn't say anything instead he reached forward and gently brushed the little boys fringe back to reveal the lightning bolt scar there.

As soon as the scar could be seen all of the surrounding goblins fell silent, staring at the child before them. Removing his hand Jareth gave a small smile and finally said, "Hello Harry I am Jareth the king of the goblins and you are in my castle."

Harry just smiled and said, "I like this dream, and your goblins are fun to play with."

Jareth shook his head, "I'm sorry Harry but this is no dream. You are in what is known as the Underground. It is filled with kingdoms much like this one." He slid his hands under Harry's arms and lifted him up before pulling him close to his chest with an arm supporting him as he moved to his throne he also used a small touch of magic to re-grow Harry's hair to what it was before his aunt started in with her scissors.

He also conjured a chair beside his throne and settled Harry onto it before seating himself on his own throne.

Harry shook his head and gave a little childish giggle, "Your silly, my aunt and uncle have told me magic isn't real."

Jareth raised an eyebrow at the young boy and asked with a smirk, "If magic is not real then how is it possible that your hair has re-grown itself?"

Harry gave a small shrug and replied with his own smile still in place "because this is all a dream and anything can happen in dreams."

A frown crossed Jareth's face, his tone was serious and filled with genuine feeling as he said, "Harry I give you my word as King of this realm this is no dream and that magic is very real. Your aunt and uncle lied to you; they didn't want you to know that you Harry Potter are a wizard."

Harry's innocent emerald eyes went wide, fear starting to creep in as the he began to realise that this was not a dream. Large tears began to gather in his eyes, "How can I be a wizard? Why would they lie to me? Is it because I'm a bad freak?"

As soon as Jareth had said the name Harry Potter, all of the goblins in the throne had fallen silent and were starting in awe at the child before them, but as soon as they heard these words from not only an innocent child but from one they all knew was prophesied to be one of the greatest wizards they couldn't help from suddenly exploded into noise, harsh angry words spilling from their own lips.

Harry cringed terrified at the sudden noise, while Jareth's own eyes lit with an angry fire and he had to use every ounce of control he had to not give into his own anger.

Closing his eyes he regained his control and he snapped out at his goblins with a roar, "SILENCE!" He was instantly obeyed, but they could not keep the angry looks from their twisted faces, some could not stop themselves from shaking they were so angry.

Jareth leaned forwards and slid his hand underneath Harry's chin and gently raised it up so that he could look him directly into his tear filled eyes, "Listen to me very carefully Harry, You are a wizard. You are not a freak. In fact you are more than a simple wizard Harry; you are a hero and destined to become a most powerful wizard."

The fear remained in his eyes but Harry nodded at him, Jareth lowered his hand but made sure to keep eye contact with Harry, "Traveling to my realm can be hard on one so young, you must be tired." When he received a small nod in reply from the young boy, Jareth looked over to one pf the taller Goblins that matched Harry in size, "Nartile escort my young guest to one of the guest rooms that are closest to my own." He turned back to Harry and with a small genuine smile said, "Get some rest Harry, there are some things I must do, we will talk again later."

The goblin Jareth had spoken to stepped forward and indicated that Harry should follow him. Harry slipped off the chair and proceeded to do just that leaving the king and his goblins all alone.

Silence reigned in the throne room for several minutes while the goblins all watched their King deep in thought, Jareth was thinking about what steps he would need to take next when his train of thought was broken by the goblins watching him.

"Your Majesty will he be turned into a goblin?" one of his subjects blurted the question that was on the minds of them all. As soon as they had heard his name they knew that he was the boy-who-lived.

They all knew that had he not stopped Voldemort then it would not have been long before the Goblins Aboveground would have started to feel the effects of the war.

Once that happened then the Underground kingdom they had come from would have been duty bound to immediately go to their aid and thus drawing the entire Underworld into the war, something that all the Kingdoms had not wanted, but if one had gone then they all would have gone.

The kingdoms while they may fight amongst themselves like the clans of old did, would immediately unite and become a force to be reckoned with should even one member of their small realms become injured in connection to something as big as a war. It was for this reason that in the Underground even more then Aboveground the name of Harry Potter was well known.

Jareth made his decision; he would have to go to the council. It would not be long before someone in the Wizarding world noticed the absence of the child and so he had to act quickly. Standing he began to bark orders, "Issue a statement throughout the Labyrinth should any human be seen they are to be deposited into an oubliette immediately, make a note and place it on my desk in my office, I will then deal with them personally.

Lock the city down immediately.

No wishes are to be granted until further notice.

Inform the Goblins Aboveground that the Kingdom is currently in a Lockdown state and that communications are to be restricted to emergencies only or in relation to Harry Potter.

Inform the Director of the England branch of the bank Aboveground to immediately send me the file relating to the Potter accounts along with all Potter wills made in the last fifty years.

Should Harry awaken see to his needs but do not let him out of his room. Tell him he is to remain there until I go to him.

I am leaving to speak to the council. Under no circumstances are you to inform Harry where I have gone."

With his orders being obeyed he conjured a crystal. Unlike the usual clear crystals though, this one held a faint rainbow coloured shimmer at its centre. Jareth gripped it in his hand and closed his eyes making the silent request only to have the crystal flare with multi-coloured light before settling back to its faint glow at the centre.

Receiving the permission he sought Jareth allowed the crystal to fall from his hand and smash on the floor at his feet. As soon as it did, a wild wind blew and surrounded him carrying him off away from the castle.

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A/N Ok So I'm currently working on this and so far have about half of first year written but my curiosity has gotten the better of me and I wanted to see how well received this would be. Let me know if you love or hate it and then I'll know if I should post the whole thing once I am done.

Keep writing and have fun

V.