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That We've Broken Their Statues by nagia
Fandoms: Labyrinth (1986), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
16 Aug 2018
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Summary
Sarah Williams stumbles into the Leaky Cauldron. She stumbles back out again with a Gringotts account she didn't start, a part time job at Hogwarts, and an awkward truce with the Goblin King.
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- Part 1 of doubt the stars are fire
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Jareth/sarah Harry Potter crossover
[Ollivander furrowed his brow and then said. "Very well. Try this one: ten and a half inches, supple. Sycamore witth a phoenix feather core."
The wand seemed alive. Its wood was warm as another person's hand, and when she wrapped her fingers around the handle, she felt a delicous thrill run along the bone of her arm and down her spine.
She gave it an experimental swish. A trail of colored light followed its tip.]
["A questing wand for a restless, seeking heart. Try not to use it for mundane tasks; sycamore wands are known to set themselves ablaze when they're bored."
Sarah left Ollivander's four galleons poorer than she'd expected to, but all in all she was thrilled. Jareth seemed amused by her excitement.]
[Jareth gave an archaic, courtly half bow before he seated himself. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"How do you know Sarah?"
"We met in spring a few years back." Jareth said. "She beat me out in... Well, I'd rather not say. I was a mess. But I was just burning to know more about this Sarah Williams who beat me by thirteen."
If it wouldn't have clued her family in that Jareth had just taken the truth and turned it into a stretch toy, she would have whistled. That was a very nice pack of truths that amounted to nothing true whatsoever. Well done, Jareth.]
[Three times, essentially, that he'd said he wished her well and didn't want to intrude or make this all about him. That, at least, wasn't him playing with words to make the truth mean a lie.
He was trying to tell her that he was trying to respect her boundaries and hadn't meant to insinuate himself into her family outing as another guest. He evidently took her agreement of friendship seriously.
After a moment's consideration, she forgave him. He was trying to be a friend, in a glittery, inhuman, faintly stalkerish way. She'd meet him halfway.
"Jareth, we actually just finished lunch," she said. "But I think there's a good ice cream shop right around here, if anybody's up for dessert?"
"Me!" Toby raised his hand in the air. "Me me me me!"]
Sarah stripped the gown and thrust it away in her bag. They'd made it about a block before she hefted Toby onto her hip.
A few steps later, Toby peered up at Jareth and said, "I've seen you before."
"A very long time ago, perhaps," Jareth said.
Toby let the topic rest after that, probably for reasons of his own.
It wound up being a fun afternoon. Sarah took the opportunity to spoil her little brother; she wouldn't see him again until Christmas. If she even went back to the US then.
At some point, Toby migrated from Sarah's hip to Jareth's. Part of her panicked at the thought of the Goblin King touching her younger brother again.
But the rest of her knew that Jareth not only took their friendship seriously enough not to kidnap her little brother, but he couldn't. Toby had been won back, fair and square. Taking Toby back Underground would break that bargain.
And besides, a very mortal Goblin King holding a squirming six year old who was trying to eat chocolate ice cream made for a hilarious picture.
They let Toby run and shout the sugar away to his heart's content in a little green park. After Toby had done a few laps around the green near them, Sarah chased after him, ceasing to care if she put a run in her stockings, or if she ruined the black shoes with mud, or if play-tackling Toby to the ground got grass stains on her blouse.
When she looked up from tickling her little brother until he shrieked, Jareth was gone.]
[Food makes an impression. So does a sense of accomplishment]
[Sarah made it from the garage to the laundry room, and from there to the kitchen. It had been left in a riot of disorder: flour on the counter, the crock pot simmering, mixing bowls in the sink.
Thankfully, the overn wasn't on, so Sarah assumed whoever had been baking had put the batter in the refrigerator. Though judging from the state of the kitchen, it had probably been Irene. Her father tended to clean up in stages as he cooked — he'd always called it, with a wry smile, the 'clean up mess a before making mess b' prinicple.]
[The exchange of presents didn't begin until they were all mostly through with whatever they'd chosen for dessert. Sarah found herself relegated to the role of Christmas Present Psychopomp, passing gifts from Irma and Duncan around before finally accepting her own.]
[He gave her a crooked smile, but vanished. Sarah looked longingly at the mirror, wondering if she could call him back. But done was done, and gone was gone.]
["Rest. Recover. As many a man in a dark time has said: we will all be stronger in the morning."]
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Labyrinth fic x with HP
Our queen finds magic and teaches at HW first year
Well written, fascinating characterisation done well
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