Of Hogwarts and Inheritances
Prologue: The Most Important Thing
It was gradual, the spreading of the sickly colours that ran from his hand up to his arms. He was shaking, his tiny body wracked with tremors as the little spoon clattered to the floor. She watched its descent, her breath caught in her throat and the locked joints of her bones preventing any actions. She watched the tremors as they faded, and the swaying of his body on unsteady feet before he plummeted to the ground, the sickly green colour in his hand steadily inching up, up, his arms until they snaked past his shoulders and up to his throat…
Her jaw unlocked, dropping open in a silent scream—
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She jolted up with a desperate gasp, the moonlight filtering in through the uncovered windows to light her wooden floors. Around her, cardboard boxes lay taped up and piled one over another until they threatened to tumble through the floor. Her bed was stripped bare of linens, pillows, and her velvet drapes, only a thin blanket there to protect her from the harsh nocturnal elements. (They had all been stowed away in one of the cardboard boxes.) There was only a large bag laying beside her bedside, containing her toiletries and a few articles of clothes and some of her other paraphernalia.
Sarah shot a quick look at it, her breath coming out in a whoosh as she swung her legs over the side of the mattress, running a hand through her tangled hair. She grimaced at the tangles, reaching into her bag to fetch a comb and begin running it through her long auburn hair.
For a few minutes Sarah just sat there, running the teeth through her mangled locks, trying to ignore the light sheen of sweat sparkled over her skin. She tried to remember her dream, closing her eyes and waiting as the little flashes of her dreams sprung up. When they did (flashes of green and silver, sounds of thuds and screams—), Sarah's eyes shot open once more, and her breath hitched with fear.
"Toby…"
Dropping the comb, Sarah rushed out of the room, her bare feet padding against the floor. She dashed into her little brother's room, flinging the door wide open. The moonlight was present in this room as well, highlighting the little boy snuggled amongst a heavy blanket and breathing deeply; evenly.
Sarah sighed in relief, quietly so she wouldn't awake her sleeping half-brother. Glad for the carpet muffling her footsteps, the young woman knelt at her brother's bedside, smoothing a hand through his platinum blonde locks. He stirred slightly, his eyebrows scrunching up in distaste before settling back into tranquility. Sarah retracted her hands, choosing to lay them on the side of the bed and resting her chin on top of her arms, studying Toby in sisterly affection.
"I'm never going to let anything happen to you, Toby." She whispered into the darkness, her eyes drooping as she stayed nestled next to him. "I'll protect you for the rest of my life; I promise." Yawning quietly, Sarah reached out with one of her hands, her long fingers wrapping around one of Toby's little hands. "And you wanna know why?" She smiled as she fell asleep, locks of auburn hair falling past her cheek.
"Because you are… the most important thing…"
Sarah never got to finish her sentence, succumbing to her blissful dreams as the clock ticked three a.m.
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"Sarah! Rise and shine!" Robert Williams exclaimed gleefully, bursting into his daughter's bedroom, a wide smile on his face. He faltered for a moment, seeing a tangled blanket but not his disgruntled daughter. (He was the only morning person in the family, aside from Toby on a good day.) Confused, Robert turned around to call for his wife, Irene, to see if she had seen Sarah. But when he met her gaze, she motioned for him to be quiet, holding a camera and smiling motherly.
"Look." She whispered, letting him peek into Toby's room. Robert craned his neck in an attempt to look inside, his eyes softening as he took in the sight of his daughter sleeping at her baby brother's bedside, her hand gripping his. He stayed standing in the doorway for a moment, watching the scene with an unmistakable sensation of warmth spreading through him. Irene laid a hand on his shoulder, before teasingly slapping him aside and quickly snapping two shots of the wonderful display of sibling affection.
Sarah stirred awake as she heard the two clicks of the camera, turning her head blearily towards the doorway where her father and her stepmother stood. Irene quickly hid the camera behind her back, inching away as Robert decided to take charge of the situation. His smile was dazzling in the light, and Sarah groaned as she stumbled up.
"Hi sunshine!" He greeted, and Sarah rubbed her sleepy eyes.
"Morning." She mumbled, ambling past him to shut herself in the washroom. Robert chuckled, starting forward to wake Toby, who was still asleep in his bed. He laid a hand on Toby's shoulder, gently shaking him into consciousness.
"Come on, son." Robert crooned as Toby's blue eyes blinked open. "It's time to wake up." The four-year old yawned, looking up at his father dazedly. Robert smiled down at his youngest, smoothing a hand over his platinum blonde locks. "Come on Toby," he urged, helping the little boy sit up. "It's time to go to the airport."
Toby's eyes opened, the sleepy haze leaving as he remembered what this day meant. A wide smile stretched over his chubby cheeks, and he scrambled off his bed to dash towards the washroom, where his sister was scrubbing her teeth. She heard him come in, looking down at Toby as he climbed onto the little stool to grab his toothbrush. "G'morning Sarah!" He exclaimed, and Sarah smiled at him through her foamy mouth. He smiled widely at the silly bubbles on her face, grabbing the little tube of toothpaste on the side of the sink.
Sarah watched him struggle a little to put a dollop of paste on the bristles, and bent down to spit out her own toothpaste, rinsing her mouth with water. She chuckled at him, leaning on the counter as she asked, "So, are you excited to go to England?" His brush already stuck in his mouth, Toby nodded enthusiastically as Sarah washed her face. "Are you gonna make a lot of new friends?" The young woman asked, drying her face just as Toby spit out his toothpaste and rinsed his mouth.
"Yeah! Lots of them!" He exclaimed. Sarah laughed, ruffling his hair.
"So I guess you won't need me around anymore, huh?" She teased, starting to walk out the bathroom door. Toby stopped her by grabbing her shirt, his beautiful blue eyes wide with fear as he hugged one of her legs.
"No!" He exclaimed. "Sarah has to stay forever! Forever!" He repeated the word twice, as if that would ensure that his older sister never left him. Sarah smiled down softly at him, lifting him up in her arms and hugging him. She had only meant for it to be a joke, but deep in her heart she knew just how serious it was for her; and for Toby.
"Forever." She whispered quietly in his ear. A little grin crossed her face as Toby's little arms wrapped around her neck. "That's not long at all."
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The airplane ride was long and incredibly boring. Toby fidgeted in the plane the entire way through, and Sarah swore she was never going to make a hyperactive kid sit in a plane for several hours ever again. They played a few entertaining movies, but Sarah was still immensely glad to be able to finally get off the plane and stretch her legs. (She was sure Toby had the same sentiment, what with the way he was practically bouncing off the walls.)
They took a cab to their new house, because Sarah's dad still needed to take the driving test over here and get used to driving on the "wrong side" of the road. Toby was a little disgruntled to be in a car again, but that feeling was soon swept away as they passed by all the sights and sounds. He couldn't stop staring out the window, fighting against his seatbelt as a large London bus passed by him. Granted, Sarah couldn't stop doing that either.
They arrive at their new home, a quaint little thing in the suburbs. It was fairly large, and Sarah supposed it was expected since her father had been promoted (which was the whole reason for the big up-and-move-countries). It also helped his decision when Sarah had decided to attend a university in England. "This way, we'll be close by." He reasoned, especially when Toby was clinging to her leg and wailing at the top of his lungs.
Sarah sighed in delight as she stepped out of the cab, looking up at her new home. Toby was already excitedly rushing inside, Irene right behind him to make sure he didn't hurt himself. Robert was taking their suitcases out of the cab, thanking the driver and paying him his fee. Sarah just stood there, her eyes closed and the wind blowing through her auburn hair, against her pale cheeks as she welcomed the feeling.
"Coming Sarah?" Her father called to her, and Sarah smiled, nodding as she grabbed her bags and trotted in after him.
Toby was running around the interior, gasping excitedly as he pointed out all the cool things in the house to his mother. Irene just followed, ever-smiling, as she also admired the brilliant work put into the house. Robert was laying down the bags in the foyer with a relieved sigh, looking proudly up into the house he had bought because of his new promotion.
Sarah just stood there for long moments, admiring her new house as well before smiling softly and grabbing her bags. Toby came rushing in a moment later, his blue eyes bright with excitement.
"Sarah, Sarah!" He exclaimed, jumping up and down. He looked as if he was going to gush about something or other, but became sidetracked when he spotted the bags in her hands. "Are you going to unpack?" He asked, and Sarah grinned and nodded.
"Sure am!" She said cheerfully, giving him a mischievous look. "And you better go too, unless you want me to get dibs on a room you like!" Sarah laughed internally when she saw him freeze up, letting him snatch up one of his bags and dart up the stairs, hollering at the top of his voice that the biggest room was his. Irene walked in, shaking her head exasperatedly as she climbed up the stairs, trying to shout to Toby that the room with the private bath was not his.
Sarah just shook her head in disbelief, climbing up the stairs with relative ease despite all the bags piled in her arms. She quickly chose the room closest to the stairs, throwing all her bags into it and listening to the satisfying 'thump!'.
Hearing Toby and Irene arguing about the master bedroom some ways down the hall, Sarah started to unzip her bags, opening drawers and shelves to pack all her things into new places. It wasn't long after until the moving trucks came, and she managed to get all of her computer equipment into the room and onto her new desk. She had just finished plugging the last of the cables into their rightful places when a burly man stepped through the door, lugging a full-length mirror.
"Where do you want this?" He asked, his accent unmistakably British. Sarah smiled, pointing to the nails embedded into the wall.
"Just hang it there."
He did as he was told, nodding respectfully to her before ambling back downstairs to help the other movers with the heavier furniture. Sarah turned away from the mirror hanging behind her, fumbling around with some of her precious mementos and getting them all tucked away in their new proper places. Sarah didn't stop working until there was nothing left to put away, and the empty bags were all stored in the back of her new closet.
"There!" Sarah exclaimed, standing in the centre of her new room and admiring her handiwork. Her new white vanity was pushed up against one wall, her bed decorated with velvet drapes against another. A dresser stood across from the mirror hung up on the bare wall, holding many of her trinkets from her teenage years. A bookcase was pushed into a little corner of the room, and Sarah found her eyes wandering over to the little red book with golden-letters embossed in the spine.
'The Labyrinth.' She thought, but was unable to think much upon that seemingly taboo subject when Toby rushed into her room (like obnoxious little brothers often did), looking slightly sick.
"Toby?" She asked, her heart beating fast. "Toby, what's wrong?" The women knelt beside him, smoothing her hand over his hair. He collapsed against her, groaning. Sarah hoped he didn't feel the pitter-patter of her heart when his ear pressed against her breast, and gathered him in her arms. She shifted him to hear what he was saying as he dangled his arms over her shoulders.
"It smells really bad, Sarah." He mumbled into her shirt, and Sarah sucked in a sharp breath. "And I feel really sick again."
"Don't worry, Toby." Sarah whispered into his ear as she approached the full length mirror up on her wall. "Just go to sleep. When you wake up, it'll all be better; I promise." She waited, trying to breathe softly, for those painstakingly long seconds for her little brother to fall asleep against her shoulder, before laying one hand on the surface of the mirror and whispering urgently, "Labyrinth, I need you!"
A ripple emerged from underneath Sarah's palm, spreading to all corners of the mirror. Sarah watched them for a moment, entranced, before pushing forward towards the mirror. Her hand sunk through the reflective surface, swallowing her body whole as she stepped through onto the other side, Toby still clutched tightly to her chest.
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He could feel her bristling around his room in a state of controlled panic as she laid her little brother upon his (his!) luxurious bed, tucking him into the blankets and smoothing away his laboured breathing with her soft hands. Her aura was flashing with dread, and the Goblin King was tempted into conjuring a scrying ball to observe her from his lazy sprawl on his throne.
It was only when his crystal remained glitteringly clear that Jareth remembered (quite sorely) he had no power over Sarah Williams.
With a hissed curse, Jareth threw the smooth glass into the wall opposite him, watching with minute satisfaction as it smashed against the brick wall, shattering into pieces. The tiny shards seemed to rain down on the floor, but disappeared only moments before hitting the ground. The Goblin King conjured another crystal, intent on giving it the same fate as its predecessor. He was stopped only when a little goblin scurried across the floor, looking delightfully gleeful.
"Kingy!" The tiny thing squeaked, coming to a stop several feet before Jareth's spiky throne. "Kingy! Champion is here! The Lady Sarah is here!"
Jareth glared down at the goblin, watching as he shrank back from his sovereign in fear, twiddling with his rather bulbous fingers. "Don't call her that." He spat at the goblin harshly. "She is not your lady. She is just a foolish girl intent on making me suffer every waking moment." The little minion was wise to keep his mouth shut when Jareth swung out of his royal chair, snatching up his cape and stalking out the door. The little goblin followed unsurely, scratching his head and wondering what he was supposed to call the Lady Sarah if he wasn't allowed to call her Lady Sarah.
As the goblin puzzled over this new phenomenon, Jareth rapidly turned a corner, losing the little Underground creature and heading swiftly to his chambers. He paused outside of the door, feeling Sarah's aura much better now that she was separated from him by only a wall. She had not seemed to calm from her frantic entrance into the castle, and didn't even seem to notice him as he opened the door, peering in to see her smoothing her hand over Toby's hair.
She was beautiful, as she always was. Her hair was dark against her skin, hands long and slim. They captivated him for a moment, weaving delicately over her brother's blonde strands with care. For a moment he imagined it was his hair that she was stroking, and couldn't help how his eyelids drooped faintly.
Letting his boot thump rather loudly on his carpet floor, Jareth's expression was blank as Sarah, startled, turned her face up to look at him.
"Oh…" she whispered breathily. "I… hello again… your Majesty."
The words were forced, causing Jareth to sigh internally in frustration. Even after three years, they were not past the awkward greeting stages… Although Jareth supposed he should've expected it, knowing that humans in and of themselves were rather unforgiving and cruel. (Even more so than the Fae people themselves.)
Nodding his head shortly, Jareth started further into his room, his cape billowing out around him. Sarah stepped back as he approached, skirting to the other side of the bed in an effort to remain close to her little brother, but as far away from Jareth as she could manage. Jareth tried hard not to sigh out loud, kneeling by Toby's bedside and tugging off one of his leather gloves.
Sarah's eyes were trained on Toby, refusing to flicker over to Jareth's even when she saw his elegant hand reach out and lay itself gently on Toby's forehead. A soft glow formed around Toby's body, and Sarah was only able to tear her eyes away when a little goblin started tugging on the bottom of her pants.
"Missy Sarah want to see dwarf friend?" The little goblin asked, smiling toothily. He had obviously figured out a way to address Sarah politely without upsetting the 'Kingy'. Sarah stared down at the goblin for long moments, before finally registering the words and nodding. Jareth always took quite awhile to place another protection spell on Toby, so she supposed she could go catch up with her Underground friends while Jareth finished up.
Excited that he was doing something for the Champion of the Labyrinth, the little goblin reached up to grab Sarah's fingers, giggling (rather dementedly, like goblins always did) as he tugged her outside of the king's chambers, guiding her back down to the throne room where Jareth lounged only minutes earlier. Sarah smiled as she tumbled into the room, seeing Hoggle sitting on the ledge of the sunken pit and picking at his trinkets.
"Hoggle!" She exclaimed, darting down to hug him. He started at her entrance, obviously caught at an unguarded moment when he toppled over as Sarah crashed into him. She laughed heartily, sitting back up and letting him grumble as he slowly rose back to a sitting position.
"Why do you gotta hug me every time you see me?" He asked grumpily, crossing his arms and staring moodily at the centre of the pit. "It's only been a week." Sarah just smiled, used to his grouchiness as she shrugged and rested her elbows on her knees.
"Because every time I see you, you look like you could use a hug." She admitted, grinning as she stretched her legs out. Hoggle looked over at her, strangely quiet for a few moments.
"I don't think I'm the only one." He muttered, but Sarah heard him perfectly well.
"What?" Her head snapped over to him, and he flinched as he felt her eyes on him.
"It's nuthin'." He proclaimed, getting up and dusting his pants off. Sarah followed after the dwarf, clearly aggravated when he tried to walk away without explaining himself. She reached out and snagged his shoulder, spinning him around and making their eyes connect.
"Hoggle…" She began, her voice low in warning. Hoggle met her gaze evenly for several moments before he threw his hands up in the air, making a noise of frustration and effectively forcing Sarah to retract her arms.
"I thought it woulda been obvious to you!" He said, crossing his arms and glaring at her. She still looked confused, wondering if she should be offended by what he just said. Hoggle just rolled his eyes. "Don't pretend you're okay, Sarah. I know you and I know that its hurtin' you to have your brother here… in the Underground." Sarah jolted sharply, as if she had been slapped directly across the face.
"Hoggle!" She exclaimed, her voice accusing and offended. Hoggle threw his hands up in the air again, turning his back to her.
"I knew you would do that!" He grumbled. "But you can't fool me, Sarah. You don't like being here, and you definitely don't like little Toby here 'cause of… 'cause of…" His voice trailed off, but they both knew whom Hoggle was speaking of. And Sarah wasn't happy that he was bringing up this line of conversation when she wanted nothing more than to make it all go away.
"Of course I don't like him, Hoggle." Sarah bit out, her fists clenching at her sides. "He took Toby away; he sent the Cleaners after us!" Hoggle whirled on her, his eyes dancing with surprising rage.
"He almost killed himself for you!"
Silence permeated the throne room, and Sarah couldn't stop her lower lip from quivering as Hoggle continued, taking shots at her already fragile heart.
"You sent little Toby away in the first place, Sarah." Hoggle bit out harshly. "And then, when you became the very first Champion of the Labyrinth and took little Toby back, how was Jareth supposed to know what would happen?" He paused, letting his words sink in. "How would any of us know?"
Sarah exhaled shakily, her legs feeling boneless but refusing to crumple to the floor. She looked down to the floor, closing her eyes tightly against the oncoming tears. "It's not fair." She whispered bitterly. Hoggle was silent for a moment, before he shuffled forward and patted her arm.
"Life is never fair when we want it to be, Sarah. Not even to a baby."
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Jareth heard her come in, his bare hand still resting gently on Toby's forehead. He could tell from her sagged shoulders that she had another fight with the dwarf. They had been going at it for months now since… since that time Jareth had first remembered feeling like the world was closing in on him, turning his sight to nothing. As a proud man, the Goblin King would never admit to being so weak. To nearly clotting out his existence because of a tragic decision he decided to make. And he would never have wanted that Higgle (or was it Hodgeworth?) to be defending his actions and his honour. But the creatures of the Labyrinth were undeniably tied to his existence.
If he died, they died.
Feeling the charms finally fade into Toby's skin, Jareth rose silkily to his feet, slipping his leather glove back on.
"He will be protected enough for another week. Make sure to bring him back around the same time." Jareth brushed past Sarah, unintentionally torturing himself with the knowledge that he would never be allowed to lay his hands upon her in any manner. But Sarah was not so affected, and she seemed only anxious and unsure. She was twiddling with her fingers, looking down at her feet as he made his way past her and to the door.
"Wait." Sarah called out, turning around and watching him freeze in his place in the doorway. "I… want to…" her voice trailed off, and she looked back down at her feet. There was a prolonged silence that started to grate on Jareth's nerves, until he heard her exhale noisily. She looked back up, saying finally, "I want to thank you."
Jareth craned his neck over his shoulder to look at her, an eyebrow quirking up. "Whatever for, precious thing?" His name for her was a caress on his tongue, spoken as if saying it wrong would shatter her completely. Sarah shivered at the vast amount of sexuality contained in that one nickname, her lips tightening in nervousness.
"For doing this." Sarah said, closing her eyes and willing the tears to dry behind her eyelids. "For almost sacrificing your life so that I – my brother could live a normal life." Her eyes opened again, and there was a genuine sadness present in her eyes that made Jareth's heart (he had a heart?) squeeze.
"It is my repentance." Jareth answered simply, clearly. "It is my punishment for never realizing what the wild magic of the Labyrinth could do to one so young. Especially one who was granted freedom again." Sarah's eyes closed tightly again, and she tried hard to will the tears away.
"Toby… Toby's gotten used to it." Sarah said feebly, in an attempt to make the Goblin King (the Goblin King!) feel better. "He knows… he knows that it's best to avoid all the iron things, especially today. He's such a smart boy... and the fact that he has all these new goblin friends – well I'm sure he doesn't mind his… his allergy to iron if he can see them and…and be able to do little magic tricks." Sarah tried to smile here, remembering biting into a red apple only to taste the juice of a peach. Jareth watched her carefully, his mismatched eyes remaining frustratingly blank.
"Has he been having trouble controlling his powers?" Jareth asked, refraining from the urge to reach out and caress Sarah's lips when she bit down on them. "Fae magic is unstable where emotions are concerned." Sarah winced a bit when she remembered a few instances of his magic flaring out of control. (The bully, and the rest of the school population, was content to stay out of Toby's hair after that.)
"It's… getting better." Sarah admitted, brushing a stray lock back. She didn't say much to elaborate on that point. Jareth seemed content to let her keep her secrets. (Not that they were much of secrets; she just utilized the old 'count to ten' trick.)
Jareth's mismatched gaze lingered on Sarah for another moment or two, watching the uneasiness and confusion play across her face like flickering lights. He could tell from her fidgeting that she was contemplating what to say next, in an attempt to keep a conversation running so as not to make things too awkward between them. He was tempted to humour her for a moment – just a moment – before he turned with his cape fluttering behind him.
"It is best you get back Aboveground." He said curtly. "I trust you know your way out?" Without turning to see Sarah's response, Jareth trod out of his room, disappearing into the hallways and leaving the Champion of the Labyrinth alone save her sleeping brother, her expression the epitome of a lost fifteen-year old girl.
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Toby awoke slowly, his alarm blaring at him beside his bed and the light filtering in despite the curtains covering the windows. He still wasn't used to the time difference in London even after the two weeks they had been here, and raised his head to stare at the time. It registered slowly in his brain, before he turned to look at his calendar and spotted out one of the dates circled in red ink.
It was his first day of school.
Jumping up with an excited yell, Toby scrambled off his bed (tangling his sheets more than ever before), rushing to throw his door open and pelt down to Sarah's room (she ended up with the bigger of the two).
"Sarah!" He hollered, throwing the door open and climbing up to bounce on the end of his sister's bed. "Sarah, wake up!" She blinked blearily when she felt her bed shift, watching Toby jumping at the end of her bed. Panic rose in her body, and her sleepiness evaporated like water hitting the surface of the sun. She grabbed Toby's hands, pulling him down so he was sitting instead of jumping.
"Toby!" She exclaimed, her tone already reprimanding. "What have Irene and I told you about jumping on the bed?"
"Not to do it." He answered automatically, before smiling toothily. "Come on, Sarah! It's the first day of school!" Toby scrambled off his older sister's bed in a similar manner; rushing to the bathroom the instant his feet touched the floor. Sarah sighed as she watched him go, running a hand through her tangled locks. Her father stopped by, peeking his head in.
"You sure you'll be okay taking Toby to school?" He asked, playing with the keys in one of his hands. A briefcase was in his other, and he was dressed immaculately in a grey suit. Sarah smiled reassuringly her father, nodding her head.
"It's fine. The school in on the way to my university anyways, and I've had a lot of time to get acquainted with the subway system. We'll be okay." Her smiled seemed to be enough to convince Robert, and he nodded once more at his daughter before tromping down the stairs and out the door. Sarah listened to him go, sighing once more before Toby rushed into her room, his eyes glinting impatiently.
"I'm done!" He stated, before rushing back to his room to don his clothes. Sarah rose from her bed, slowly making her way to the bathroom. She wasn't sure what it was she felt when she passed by Toby's open door, watching him double check the things in his little backpack.
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The school came into view, not necessarily looking dark and looming to Sarah, but most assuredly to Toby. He was eager to go in, but at the same time extremely scared. (But of course he never showed it! Men don't ever show weakness!)
Sarah stopped some ways from the entrance, bending down to get to eye level with her little brother. She caught him in the shoulders, turning him to face her, his expression undoubtedly one of a little boy trying to look strong.
"Now remember, Toby," Sarah said softly, "make sure you stay away from the metal as much as you can. And don't let yourself get mad; remember what happened last time?" Toby nodded shortly, and Sarah could see the fear increasing in his eyes. She smiled gently at him this time, bringing him in for a hug, despite his protests. "I know you'll make me proud, Toby."
"Mommy and daddy too?"
Sarah smiled.
"Them too."
She pulled back, commending Toby for holding back his tears. She ruffled his hair in a display of sisterly affection, waving to him as he began to run off towards the entrance doors. The kindergarten teacher was waiting for him there, saying hello to him and ushering him inside before the bell rang. Sarah watched him disappear from view behind those (now strangely frightening) double doors.
He didn't turn back to look at her once, and Sarah wondered for a moment why it bothered her so much.
A/N Well! After a long period of inactivity, I have finally decided to turn up with something. In addition to being caught up in schoolwork, I've been planning this little sweetie for a month or so. This is the first time I'm ever attempting a crossover, so be nice will ya? Especially since this crossover will likely span about six separate stories. (Talk about a lot of work...) I hope you've enjoyed the prologue; the first chapter will come out whenever I can finish it. (ie, don't get your hopes up.)
Reviews are appreciated; reviewers are greatly loved!
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