The Labyrinth
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
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6,174
Reviews:
89
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0
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Help from Hermione
Warnings: Angst,AU/AR,Crossover,H/C,Language,M/M (slash in later chapters), OOC-ness only to the extent that it fits the movie and plot
Author's note--The title of the movie scene that corresponds with this chapter is "Help from Hoggle". No, I don't see Hermione as a dwarf or anything...but she just made sense to me in this capacity. Enjoy!
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The Labyrinth
Help from Hermione
Harry started down the hill, grimacing at the sand. Hedwig flew overhead. He came to a strange white box on the ground, with big gates a little ways away. It looked suspiciously like his Aunt Petunia’s washing machine. He circled it curiously, poked at it, and was just about to lift the lid when a girl appeared out of nowhere and reached her hand out first. Harry startled, drawing his hand back. He tried to recover his manners and smiled.
“Excuse me,” he said politely. She looked up at him without smiling.
“Oh, excuse me!” She replied. “Oh, it’s you.” She pulled a dry sock out of the machine and began to walk away.
“Wait!” Harry called, following her. “Can you help me get through this labyrinth?” She ignored him, walking over to a large piece of parchment on a scrolled stand. She ran her finger down the list, ‘hmm’-ing to herself, and then called out, “Dobby!” A house-elf popped up out of nowhere, and Harry smiled to himself.
“Oh, how sweet,” he thought. His mouth dropped open as the girl handed him the sock. The house-elf looked quite stricken as he popped away, and the girl muttered, “57!” and gleefully wrote something on the parchment. She turned and walked back to the machine, pulled out another sock, and walked back to the parchment.
“How could you?” He cried, knowing that any article of clothing given to a house-elf automatically freed them. According to Hagrid, most house-elves preferred to be servants, since house-elves don’t have that much capacity to think. They would rather be told what to do, and have to wait on wizards hand and foot, than be free. The girl grunted and consulted her parchment again.
“Kreacher,” she called. An older house-elf popped up, and the girl handed him a sock as well. Harry reacted quicker this time, snatching the sock from the house-elf, giving the girl a disapproving stare.
“You monster,” he began, breaking off when the house-elf called Kreacher began hopping in anger, grabbed Harry’s arm, and bit down on his wrist. The house-elf took his sock back and popped away, muttering angrily. “Ow! It bit me!”
“What did you expect house-elves to do?” The girl smiled in a not-so-friendly way, pausing over the parchment. “You tried to take away his freedom.”
“I thought they didn’t want to be freed,” Harry was gobsmacked. “I thought they liked waiting on wizards.”
“Shows what you know, doesn’t it?” The girl turned back to her parchment. “58!”
“You’re horrible!” Harry cried in exasperation. That made the girl look up at him sharply.
“No, I’m not!” She cried back. “I’m Hermione! Who are you?”
“Harry,” he said, taken aback at her reaction.
“That’s what I thought,” she sniffed, brushing past him to retrieve another sock and then back to her parchment. “Winky! 59!”
“Do you know where the door to the labyrinth is?” Harry was tired of arguing with her about house-elves.
“Maybe,” she replied distractedly. He waited, but no other answer was forthcoming.
“Well, where is it?” Harry sighed impatiently.
“Doxy! 60!” She called yet another house-elf and made more scratches on the parchment.
“I said, where is it?” He repeated.
“Where is what?”
“The door!”
“What door?”
“It’s hopeless!” Harry threw up his hands in exasperation, turning away. He looked around, only to find the girl face to face with him on her way back to the washing machine.
“Not if you ask the right questions,” she informed him, raising her eyebrows as she pulled another sock out.
“How do I get into the labyrinth?” Harry tried one last time. She dropped the sock, her eyes lighting up.
“Ah, now THAT’s more like it!” She chortled, pointing. “You go in…there!”
The set of doors that Harry saw when he first walked up opened ominously, creaking wildly as if they hadn’t been used in ages. Harry gulped, pocketing his wand with a final glance at his wrist. The barmy house-elf hadn’t broken the skin, luckily, so he was fine. He walked away from her towards the opening
“You’re really going in there, are you?” Her timid question paused him, and he glanced back at her.
“I’m afraid I have to,” he replied with more bravery than he actually felt. He stepped tentatively into the labyrinth for the first time, looking side to side; both corridors looked exactly the same: barren and endless.
“Cozy, isn’t it?” He jumped and cursed under his breath at the sound of Hermione’s voice right behind him. She giggled, then walked around and faced him, with her back to the wall. “Now, would you go left or right?” Harry bit his lip, following her head movements.
“They both look the same,” he admitted. She raised her eyebrow.
“Well, YOU’re not going to get very far,” she said snidely.
“Which way would you go?” Harry asked, ignoring her negativity.
“Me? I wouldn’t go either way,” she looked back at him. He sighed in total exasperation.
“If that’s all the help you’re going to be, then you can just leave,” he said, taking a small step towards the left.
“You know what your problem is?” she queried, not waiting for him to answer before she went on. “You take too many things for granted. Take this labyrinth; even if you get to the center, you’ll never get out again.”
“That’s your opinion,” he said mildly, glancing back over his shoulder at the right corridor.
“Well, it’s a lot better than yours!” She huffed. Harry was only half-listening now. He took another step towards the left.
“Thanks for nothing, Hermes,” he said absently.
“Argh! It’s Hermione!” she growled. “And don’t say I didn’t warn you!” She stalked out of the labyrinth and gave a wave behind her. Harry jumped again as the doors slammed shut; he was now truly alone.
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Author's note--Okay, I know that the house-elves have to be handed clothing from their masters in order to be freed, but in order for it to make sense in this context, it has to be that they're given clothing by ANYONE (hence why Hermione can "free the elves") I hope that's okay...
And I just needed her to be pulling clothing from somewhere, so why not Aunt Petunia's washing machine? *shrug* When I think of clothes, that's the first thing I think of. Plus it just adds to the weirdness, y'know?
Also, Dobby, Kreacher, and Winky are the only three house-elves named in the books. However, I needed a fourth. So I picked "Doxy" because, according to the HP Lexicon, a "doxy" is a biting fairy...and guess what this parallels in the movie! Yep, you guessed it! Isn't the irony just delicious?
And I wasn't sure whether it should've been Doxy or Kreacher to bite Harry...since Doxy would be the technical one...but I went with Kreacher just because it was funny to me. If you think it should be switched, let me know.
sunset20-They will live happily ever after...but not before I put them through Hell and then some. MWA hahahaha Damn you, Voldemort. In the movie, it mainly focuses on Sarah and her journey through the labyrinth, but it does switch to Jareth and his monitoring of her progress. So I did the same thing; mostly Harry, but there will be snippets of what Draco is thinking, feeling, and going through. But technically, he's just sitting around waiting, and all of the action is where Harry is.
God, your reviews are like food for my soul! Seriously! Thank you so much! Here's the good news...THE MOVIE IS ON YOUTUBE! Isn't that AWESOME??? If you get a chance, I'm telling you, you should watch it! I'm getting to the point now where I kind of have to (and desperately want to) read the books AND see the movies. Except that while I'm watching the movies, I KNOW I'm going to be dying for some Harry/Draco lovin' that just won't come! :( Oh well. That's what slash on youtube is for, right?
thrnbrooke-Thank you for reviewing! I know I can always count on you, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate that! I know it's short. :/ (Sorry 'bout that)
This scene is from the second segment of the movie on youtube. Here's the link (again) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2HVVBbIKOMs
Author's note--The title of the movie scene that corresponds with this chapter is "Help from Hoggle". No, I don't see Hermione as a dwarf or anything...but she just made sense to me in this capacity. Enjoy!
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The Labyrinth
Help from Hermione
Harry started down the hill, grimacing at the sand. Hedwig flew overhead. He came to a strange white box on the ground, with big gates a little ways away. It looked suspiciously like his Aunt Petunia’s washing machine. He circled it curiously, poked at it, and was just about to lift the lid when a girl appeared out of nowhere and reached her hand out first. Harry startled, drawing his hand back. He tried to recover his manners and smiled.
“Excuse me,” he said politely. She looked up at him without smiling.
“Oh, excuse me!” She replied. “Oh, it’s you.” She pulled a dry sock out of the machine and began to walk away.
“Wait!” Harry called, following her. “Can you help me get through this labyrinth?” She ignored him, walking over to a large piece of parchment on a scrolled stand. She ran her finger down the list, ‘hmm’-ing to herself, and then called out, “Dobby!” A house-elf popped up out of nowhere, and Harry smiled to himself.
“Oh, how sweet,” he thought. His mouth dropped open as the girl handed him the sock. The house-elf looked quite stricken as he popped away, and the girl muttered, “57!” and gleefully wrote something on the parchment. She turned and walked back to the machine, pulled out another sock, and walked back to the parchment.
“How could you?” He cried, knowing that any article of clothing given to a house-elf automatically freed them. According to Hagrid, most house-elves preferred to be servants, since house-elves don’t have that much capacity to think. They would rather be told what to do, and have to wait on wizards hand and foot, than be free. The girl grunted and consulted her parchment again.
“Kreacher,” she called. An older house-elf popped up, and the girl handed him a sock as well. Harry reacted quicker this time, snatching the sock from the house-elf, giving the girl a disapproving stare.
“You monster,” he began, breaking off when the house-elf called Kreacher began hopping in anger, grabbed Harry’s arm, and bit down on his wrist. The house-elf took his sock back and popped away, muttering angrily. “Ow! It bit me!”
“What did you expect house-elves to do?” The girl smiled in a not-so-friendly way, pausing over the parchment. “You tried to take away his freedom.”
“I thought they didn’t want to be freed,” Harry was gobsmacked. “I thought they liked waiting on wizards.”
“Shows what you know, doesn’t it?” The girl turned back to her parchment. “58!”
“You’re horrible!” Harry cried in exasperation. That made the girl look up at him sharply.
“No, I’m not!” She cried back. “I’m Hermione! Who are you?”
“Harry,” he said, taken aback at her reaction.
“That’s what I thought,” she sniffed, brushing past him to retrieve another sock and then back to her parchment. “Winky! 59!”
“Do you know where the door to the labyrinth is?” Harry was tired of arguing with her about house-elves.
“Maybe,” she replied distractedly. He waited, but no other answer was forthcoming.
“Well, where is it?” Harry sighed impatiently.
“Doxy! 60!” She called yet another house-elf and made more scratches on the parchment.
“I said, where is it?” He repeated.
“Where is what?”
“The door!”
“What door?”
“It’s hopeless!” Harry threw up his hands in exasperation, turning away. He looked around, only to find the girl face to face with him on her way back to the washing machine.
“Not if you ask the right questions,” she informed him, raising her eyebrows as she pulled another sock out.
“How do I get into the labyrinth?” Harry tried one last time. She dropped the sock, her eyes lighting up.
“Ah, now THAT’s more like it!” She chortled, pointing. “You go in…there!”
The set of doors that Harry saw when he first walked up opened ominously, creaking wildly as if they hadn’t been used in ages. Harry gulped, pocketing his wand with a final glance at his wrist. The barmy house-elf hadn’t broken the skin, luckily, so he was fine. He walked away from her towards the opening
“You’re really going in there, are you?” Her timid question paused him, and he glanced back at her.
“I’m afraid I have to,” he replied with more bravery than he actually felt. He stepped tentatively into the labyrinth for the first time, looking side to side; both corridors looked exactly the same: barren and endless.
“Cozy, isn’t it?” He jumped and cursed under his breath at the sound of Hermione’s voice right behind him. She giggled, then walked around and faced him, with her back to the wall. “Now, would you go left or right?” Harry bit his lip, following her head movements.
“They both look the same,” he admitted. She raised her eyebrow.
“Well, YOU’re not going to get very far,” she said snidely.
“Which way would you go?” Harry asked, ignoring her negativity.
“Me? I wouldn’t go either way,” she looked back at him. He sighed in total exasperation.
“If that’s all the help you’re going to be, then you can just leave,” he said, taking a small step towards the left.
“You know what your problem is?” she queried, not waiting for him to answer before she went on. “You take too many things for granted. Take this labyrinth; even if you get to the center, you’ll never get out again.”
“That’s your opinion,” he said mildly, glancing back over his shoulder at the right corridor.
“Well, it’s a lot better than yours!” She huffed. Harry was only half-listening now. He took another step towards the left.
“Thanks for nothing, Hermes,” he said absently.
“Argh! It’s Hermione!” she growled. “And don’t say I didn’t warn you!” She stalked out of the labyrinth and gave a wave behind her. Harry jumped again as the doors slammed shut; he was now truly alone.
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Author's note--Okay, I know that the house-elves have to be handed clothing from their masters in order to be freed, but in order for it to make sense in this context, it has to be that they're given clothing by ANYONE (hence why Hermione can "free the elves") I hope that's okay...
And I just needed her to be pulling clothing from somewhere, so why not Aunt Petunia's washing machine? *shrug* When I think of clothes, that's the first thing I think of. Plus it just adds to the weirdness, y'know?
Also, Dobby, Kreacher, and Winky are the only three house-elves named in the books. However, I needed a fourth. So I picked "Doxy" because, according to the HP Lexicon, a "doxy" is a biting fairy...and guess what this parallels in the movie! Yep, you guessed it! Isn't the irony just delicious?
And I wasn't sure whether it should've been Doxy or Kreacher to bite Harry...since Doxy would be the technical one...but I went with Kreacher just because it was funny to me. If you think it should be switched, let me know.
sunset20-They will live happily ever after...but not before I put them through Hell and then some. MWA hahahaha Damn you, Voldemort. In the movie, it mainly focuses on Sarah and her journey through the labyrinth, but it does switch to Jareth and his monitoring of her progress. So I did the same thing; mostly Harry, but there will be snippets of what Draco is thinking, feeling, and going through. But technically, he's just sitting around waiting, and all of the action is where Harry is.
God, your reviews are like food for my soul! Seriously! Thank you so much! Here's the good news...THE MOVIE IS ON YOUTUBE! Isn't that AWESOME??? If you get a chance, I'm telling you, you should watch it! I'm getting to the point now where I kind of have to (and desperately want to) read the books AND see the movies. Except that while I'm watching the movies, I KNOW I'm going to be dying for some Harry/Draco lovin' that just won't come! :( Oh well. That's what slash on youtube is for, right?
thrnbrooke-Thank you for reviewing! I know I can always count on you, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate that! I know it's short. :/ (Sorry 'bout that)
This scene is from the second segment of the movie on youtube. Here's the link (again) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2HVVBbIKOMs