The Labyrinth

Warnings: Angst,AU/AR,Crossover,H/C,Language,M/M (slash in later chapters)


Author's note--I woke up two days ago and went, "Harry Potter and the Labyrinth! OH MY GOD!" and thus this crossover was born. It's not like other crossovers you might have read. (Sorry, the only hot blonde in this story is Draco, and you'll see why I didn't put Jareth in here...but give it a chance, eh?)

If you have any questions about who is what and why, I'd be more than happy to explain. Also this follows the screenplay of the movie ALMOST word for word. Of course I had to take a few liberties, but you should recognize the important parts.

It's completely written, so all I'm doing is posting chapters. :) I would be greatly amused by any guesses you have as to who is going to be what. The chapter titles are taken from the scene titles of the DVD.

Let us begin on the journey of love, power, and the power of love! Enjoy!

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The Labyrinth

Be Careful What You Wish For

“Well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence.”

Potions class was a few minutes away from beginning; the last students were filtering in and taking their seats. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley were such three. It was the last class of the day, and it had been ‘one of those days’ for the Golden Trio. Everything that was said and done that day was wrong; first, he had promised Hermione that he would read the entirety of Hogwarts: A History for reasons that escaped him, and ever since then, she insisted that he carry the book—suitably shrunken and lightened, obviously—around in his pocket so that if he ever found himself with a spare moment, he had reading material. She had been pestering him today, especially, about getting a few chapters read, even though he really didn’t feel like reading it.

Then, Harry had informed his best friends that he was going to study in the library—alone—during his free hour, thinking that Hermione would be overjoyed that he was actually going to study. Ron had bristled at the ‘alone’ part, which led Hermione into completely ignoring the academic benefit in favor of huffing about Harry not wanting them around. That couldn’t be further than the truth—Harry really DID need to study Potions, but he was in the mood to just be by himself for an hour—but once his two Gryffindor friends got the idea in their heads, there was no telling them differently. Life just wasn’t fair sometimes!

Those were just a couple of the many moments of wrongness that day, and hearing the snotty blonde’s voice ring out as they were trying to take their seats was the beginnings of another headache for Harry. Draco Malfoy was already seated, his supplies out and ready, his pale hair perfect as ever, and so all that was left was for him to take shot after shot at them while they hurried to unpack before Snape walked in. Ron glared in Draco’s direction, but the blonde was focused more on getting a rise out of Harry. The redhead was just way too easy to rile up, and Draco found it much more enticing to make Potter’s green eyes light up with fire.

“It’s the perfect Golden Trio: the Weasel, the Mudblood, and our very own resident Saint Potter,” Draco tried again. Hermione looked at him with wounded eyes that were trying to be angry. Ron put his hand on her wrist.

“Shut up, you stupid ferret,” he snarled. Draco’s perfect eyebrows rose beyond his hairline. Usually Potter was the first one to jump to Granger’s defense when Draco said the ‘M’ word. His cunning grey eyes darted between Granger and Weasley, sitting together behind Potter, who took his place without a partner at his normal table. The three of them generally traded off who worked with who what day, but Draco wasn’t a Slytherin for nothing. He spent the last six years observing the three of them interact; he knew when the Weasel and Potter were irritated with Granger over being a know-it-all or when Potter and Granger were upset with Weasley for being thick or something. The number of times that Granger and the Weasel had ganged up on Potter, however, were the rarest of all, and knowing that the three Gryffindorks were fighting about something made his blood sing. It was moments like these that he lived for, and he thoroughly enjoyed exploiting them for all they were worth.

“What’s the matter, Potter? Three’s a crowd, eh?” Draco himself was sitting beside Goyle, and he felt his goon break into laughter behind him. Secure in his Slytherin territory, Draco turned in his seat, laughing and made sure that Crabbe, Nott, and the rest of his house who were in that class were chuckling as well. Seeing their prince laugh, the others smiled and taunted as well. The insult had its intended effect. Harry’s head snapped up, glaring furiously at Draco. He had yet to get his Potions book out of his bag, and he knew he should just ignore the git…but he was sick and tired of being around people, and Malfoy was fair game. He thought of an uncharacteristically mean retort, and on a normal day, something so vulgar would have never made it past Harry’s lips. However, this was not a normal day, and Harry’s temper got the better of him.

“Yeah, Malfoy, three is a crowd. You must have heard that from your mum. It’s what she told me last night,” he smirked, worthy of a Slytherin. His stomach twisted inside as he implied that he slept with Narcissa Malfoy the night before. He felt a knot of guilt that was overpowered by sick satisfaction at Malfoy’s eyes widening and darkening in anger. Malfoy flushed, and he opened his mouth to respond, but Snape walked in at that moment, speaking before the blonde could.

“Ten points from Gryffindor for not being prepared at the start of class, Mr. Potter, and another fifteen for Mr. Malfoy’s appearance. It is apparent to me that you said something to upset him, and petty fighting is unacceptable in my class,” Snape said, smiling nastily. His dark eyes didn’t miss much, and while he didn’t hear what Potter had said, it was obvious that—whatever it was—Draco was upset. Harry sighed; he couldn’t catch a break.

“I’m sorry, Professor,” Snape froze and looked up at the green-eyed seventh year staring evenly back at him. An apology, from Potter? Snape wasn’t quite sure how to react.

“Come again, Potter?” He didn’t trust himself to say more. Harry’s angelic face melted into a mean expression.

“I said, I’m sorry, Professor, that Malfoy can dish it out, but he obviously can’t take it. And I’m also sorry that he needs help defending himself from the likes of little ol’ me,” Harry’s voice was snarky, reminiscent of Malfoy himself, but his face slowly grew red. Part of him couldn’t believe that he was actually openly challenging Malfoy and Snape, but another part of him was relishing not backing down. He gave a sidelong glance at Malfoy, and his gut twisted again at the hurt look that currently graced Malfoy’s sharp features. Suddenly insulting the Slytherin didn’t feel so good anymore, and he looked back to Snape, shame in his eyes.

The professor still hadn’t moved an inch from when Harry first spoke out in class. Snape’s own face got red as he listened to James Potter’s son shoot his mouth off, just like James. Not to mention that Severus was currently mentally beating himself up for allowing Potter to talk in class when Severus had a suspicion that he didn’t have anything worthwhile to say. He marched over to Harry’s desk and grabbed the black-haired boy by the scruff of his neck, hauling him out of his seat and manhandling him to the door.

“Mr. Potter, that is QUITE enough out of you! You are no better than your father; now GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM!” Snape bellowed, opening the door, shoving Harry out, and slamming it, wandlessly, for effect.

As soon as Potter’s insulting remark had flown out of his mouth, Draco’s face paled. He tried valiantly to school his face in his typical Slytherin mask and not show how affected he was. He knew that Potter probably thought the typical ‘I was with your mother last night’ insult was clever, but it cut deeper than that. Yesterday, Draco had been cleared for an evening at home. His godfather, Snape, dropped him off, informing Draco that he would be back to pick him up in two hours.

His parents had summoned him in order to tell him that they were splitting up. Draco’s perfect picture of the world had been shattered in the course of about five minutes, and then upon a frantic and angry prompt of “What? Why, in the name of Salazar, WHY?” Narcissa had told him, in no uncertain terms, that she had a compulsive problem with sex. Namely, she was an uncontrollable nymphomaniac, and no one man could satisfy her. Draco listened, numb with growing horror, as she admitted to sleeping with Crabbe’s, Goyle’s, and Nott’s fathers during their school days at Hogwarts, as well as Harry Potter’s father James—who had been the one to take her virginity, in secret—and she eventually got around to the rest of his Gryffindor crew, and at some point in time, Severus Snape. Then she was approached by Lucius, and the horny seventeen year old blonde had satisfied her like no other, so she married him.

And apparently it had all gone downhill from there, since Lucius couldn’t sustain that level and intensity of sex forever. Narcissa had tried, really tried, and they had lived in semi-satisfaction for Draco’s entire life. He learned that his mother was constantly having to weigh which was more important: money or sexual satisfaction. Up until then, she had always chosen money. But now, she said, the hunger and the yearning were getting the better of her, and she couldn’t stand it any longer. Then—and this was what Potter’s comment had shoved to the forefront of Draco’s mind—then Narcissa’s blue eyes had lit with something feral, and she pulled her son close to her by his tie, purring, while Lucius looked on.

“Draco, love, how old are you?”

“Seventeen, Mother,” he answered, swallowing all of his emotions, striving to be as unaffected as his father seemed. Narcissa’s eyes darted to Lucius, and a slow smile spread across her face. Draco dared to glance at his father out of the corner of his eye; his father was smiling as well. Hope sparked to life; maybe they wouldn’t split up, after all!

“Did you hear that, Lucius? Seventeen…just the age you were when you took care of my every need,” Narcissa licked her lips. Draco held his breath; he felt a growing unease taking over him, at war with the hope.

“Son, you don’t want your mother and I to split up, do you?”

“No, Father, of course not!” Truer words had never fallen from Draco Malfoy’s lips.

“Well, Son, you see, infidelity is not tolerated among our ranks. Your mother has made so many sacrifices over the years in order to be loyal to this family, but now she feels as if she cannot, anymore. If she goes outside the family, I have no choice but to leave her. However, for all that she has done for you, I would think you would be grateful for the chance to do something for her, would you not? You can save our family, Draco. You can save our marriage.”

A small, unnoticed explosion took place behind Draco’s eyes. He wasn’t sure if it was that hope shattering, or his heart, but he suddenly felt the urge to vomit. As a Slytherin and a Malfoy, though, his upbringing wouldn’t allow it, and he merely began shaking involuntarily. The point of the conversation was now painfully clear: have sex with his mother or his parents would split up. He was so gobsmacked that he had no idea what to do. He didn’t want to have sex with his mother—he was still a virgin, for Merlin’s sake!—but he didn’t want his parents to split up, either, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt a flare of hatred for both of them for putting him in the middle and making him make this decision.

A knock came at the bedroom door, much to Draco’s relief. His mother had him backed up to the bed, within inches of pushing him down and climbing on top of him, while his father stood beside her, nodding approvingly. All of them froze as soon as the harsh tapping came, and Draco quickly stepped out from the trap, pulling his tie out of his mother’s hand and smoothing his hair nervously, trying to regain his composure. A look of annoyance passed between his parents, and his father went to answer the door. Never in his life had Draco been so glad to see Snape, and he nearly wept with relief. His two hours were up, and he had to return to Hogwarts, despite Narcissa’s impending temper tantrum.

“Son, think about what we’ve said, and make your decision quickly,” Lucius said, squeezing his shoulder meaningfully. Draco gulped, nodded, and turned to leave with Snape.

“No goodbye for your mother?” Narcissa whined petulantly. Draco froze, and Snape wondered why that would make his godson look slightly ill for a split second. He turned back around and gave his mother a quick hug. She didn’t let go when he tried to pull away, however, and she pulled him closer, pressing her breasts into his chest as she spoke in his ear, her breath tickling deliberately.

“I can’t wait until you come home this weekend, lover. Don’t disappoint us.”

With that, she released her son, and he hurried out of there as quickly as he could without arousing suspicion. He rebuffed all of Snape’s queries of whether he was okay and what happened, citing that it was private family business, and he didn’t want to talk about it. He fled to his private room in Slytherin’s dorms as soon as he could. Draco Malfoy curled up on his bed and sobbed himself to sleep.

Draco was disgusted and confused enough thinking about his parents’ ultimatum while he was alone, in a locked and warded room, where he didn’t have to wear a mask. Having Potter bring it up in class, even if no one else knew, was just unbearable. Draco knew he had to get out of there, and he mumbled a request to be excused, pushing past Snape as the professor stood by the door, having just thrown Harry out. Draco’s tears were threatening to spill over, and he most certainly did NOT want to be in class or anywhere near Potter when that happened.

“It’s not fair!” The grumbled words slipped from Harry’s lips as soon as the door slammed. Harry had stumbled and recovered from being literally thrown out of class, and he had just turned around to stare at the door in surprise when Draco Malfoy came flying out of class, pushing him aside in his attempt to flee. Harry was still having a supremely awful day, and being shoved out of the way angered him. He took off after Draco, following the blonde to the nearest bathroom. The dungeons were always dark, and Harry pulled his wand, whispering Lumos so that he could see.

“What the hell, Malfoy?” He began angrily, and then stopped short when he realized Draco was covering his face with his back to the door. It was déjà vu all over again, from the last time Harry saw him cry in the bathroom. Only last time, Moaning Myrtle was there, trying to comfort Draco, and as soon as he realized Harry was there, he had thrown a hex at him. It didn’t end well, and they had never spoken of it, but Harry had never quite forgotten it. He wondered briefly if he should put out the light spell to be ready for an attack, but he didn’t really want to be left in the dark with Malfoy.

“Hell, Potter?” The blonde didn’t turn around, but his voice was bitter. “How appropriate, considering everything. You know nothing of Hell!”

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Somewhere darker than the depths of Hell, Bellatrix LeStrange opened her eyes. She poked her husband and his brother. They both woke up, disgruntled.

“Listen,” she hissed.

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The tone of his voice implied that Harry had never suffered or never known hardship, which couldn’t be farther from the truth. Truthfully, he was only just beginning to be able to put his life back together after Dumbledore’s death the previous June. He had been incredibly angry with Snape and certain that the Ministry would lock him in Azkaban and sentence him to the Kiss, until the greasy-haired git had pulled a locked memory from his own head and insisted Harry watch it in the Pensieve.

It was Dumbledore, and he explained everything to Harry, from Snape’s role as a double agent to his loyalty to the Order to Albus’ own request that Snape kill him rather than let Draco be harmed. His last requests to Harry was for the boy to forgive Snape, Draco, and himself for all of this; for Harry to keep hold of his ability to love; and for Harry to vanquish the Dark Lord and then live a long and happy life. Harry hadn’t known what to think, but he managed to fulfill the first of his mentor’s requests, even if it had taken him the rest of the summer and a little bit of the beginning of the school year, especially since Minerva McGonagall had taken over Dumbledore’s role. Once the Sorting was complete, classes had begun, and life slid into an easy routine of lectures, homework, training, and mealtimes. The monotony slowly helped Harry to heal as life without Dumbledore went on.

And now Malfoy was implying that Harry had never been to Hell when, in fact, Harry was quite sure that Malfoy had never had anything more to worry about than how many Galleons to spend in Madam Malkin’s. He knew that the blonde was expected to follow in his father’s footsteps and take the Dark Mark; for all Harry knew, and according to the rumors, Draco HAD taken the Dark Mark already. He was unaware that the Dark Lord was too pleased about the death of one of his foes to be angry at Draco for failing his task. He didn’t kill Narcissa, and he granted Draco the privilege of taking the Dark Mark after graduation from Hogwarts. Harry didn’t know any of that, of course, and he was enraged that the spoiled brat would imply such things.

“I know nothing of Hell? Oh right, ME, just the one that your master keeps trying to kill over and over! I guess the fact that he’s ripped everyone I love away from me isn’t all THAT important, when you think about it. And of course, the most YOU ever have to worry about is whether your arse is sore from having everyone kiss it all day, every day! Spare me, Malfoy; you have no clue what kind of Hell I’ve lived through.” Harry challenged angrily, holding his wand up. Draco whirled around and stalked over to Harry, glaring at him nose to nose.

* * * * *

Bella, Rodolphus, and Rabastan held their breaths. Fenrir Greyback poked his head over Rabastan’s shoulder.

“Is he…?”

“Shut up!” Rodolphus hissed.

“You shut up!” Greyback snarled back.

“Listen, he’s going to say the words!” Bella glared at all of them, and they fell silent again.

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“And you have no idea what kind of Hell I am LIVING through,” Draco emphasized the present tense. “How would YOU like it, Potter, to watch your entire world crumble out from under you, knowing you can’t do a damn thing about it? How would YOU like to have an impossible decision to make, where neither choice is appealing, and your inaction would probably cause it to happen anyway? How would YOU like to fail the Dark Lord, with the threats of him killing your parents, only to be told that you will become a Death Eater, just like them, whether you want to or not? It’s not fair!” Harry planted one hand on Draco’s chest and pushed him back, bringing himself up to his full height, but Draco still had six inches on him.

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A disappointed groan rang out among the group.

“That’s not it!” Greyback cried indignantly.

“What was that rubbish?” Rodolphus said rhetorically.

“It sounds like we might need to pay our little dragon a visit,” Bella looked around, and they broke out into toothy smiles that sharks would be envious of.

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“Entire world crumbling beneath you…hmm, yeah, that sounds familiar,” Harry began, tapping his chin sarcastically as he pretended to think. “How about when I got my Hogwarts letter at the age of eleven, after being raised in a fucking cupboard under the stairs with nothing but bread crusts to eat because my Muggle aunt and uncle hated me because my parents were wizards. Even if it wasn’t the best childhood in the world, it was the only thing I had known, and meeting you in Malkin’s, then coming to Hogwarts turned my entire universe on its head!

“Impossible choices, you say? Okay, how about this? The fucking Dark Lord tried to kill me as a baby, and I’m prophecied to fight him! Did anyone ever ask me if I wanted to? No! Everyone just assumed that I’m going to do it, and they all act like I’m going to win! No one seems to understand that I could very well die when facing Voldemort! I don’t want to die! And I don’t want to face him, but I have to!

“At least he only threatened to kill your parents! But they’re both still alive, aren’t they? Guess what. MINE are dead because he DID kill them! And the Death Eaters? I’m sorry, Malfoy, but that’s what you get. You were going to kill Dumbledore, and you haven’t stopped making my life just a little bit harder this whole time. I think the only thing that you and I might actually agree on is that you’re right, it’s not fair! If you don’t want to join them, then get the fuck out of the dark, but as far as I’m concerned, I wish the Death Eaters would come and take you away. Right now.”
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Author's note--Okay, this chapter was longer than most of them will be, I do believe. This was 8 pages in Word, and most of the rest are 4-5. But the chapters are action-packed (just like the movie) so hopefully you'll still be satisfied.

And yes, it WILL BE Harry/Draco! And there will be some hot gay teen sex (at the end, though...I wasn't sure if the DVD should be XXX or not...haha)

As always, I appreciate your reviews, but no pressure. Thanks for reading, and I hope you'll come back for more!

A few words on the technical aspects of my story versus the movie. If you've never seen the movie before, you can watch it on youtube. It is split into 11 segments that are 9 minutes long each. Here is the website for the first segment http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=av8BO5m2niE

Obviously, the first part is completely different, and the "I wish the goblins would come and take you away right now" is actually in the first part of the second segment. Here's the website for the second segment http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2HVVBbIKOMs

I'm going to try to post the links for each of the different segments at the bottom of each chapter, but if you want to watch the movie as a whole, each segment on youtube has a link to the next one.


Obviously there are songs in the movie, but I did not include the lyrics in this story. Some of them I didn't really include, and others I kept in mind while writing the corresponding scenes. Here is a short description of the songs and such:

"Dance Magic"--in the movie, David Bowie is dancing around with the infant he kidnapped. I didn't really want to project the mental image of Voldie dancing around with Draco, so think of it if you really want to. Here's a link to the scene from the actual movie, and maybe you'll see why I didn't want to include it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9U9SvjvBhOU

(It would be at the beginning of Chapter 5, just so you know)


"Chilly Down"--Lord in heaven, help us all! I hope you enjoy the little surprise with this scene. I don't know about you, but this scene annoyed the FUCK out of me in the movie, and so it's appropriately shorter in my story (since there's no song and all) Here's the video, and you'll see why it's annoying and freaky: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sU_6l1kwu7Y

(It would be at the beginning of Chapter 10)


"As the World Falls Down"--ohh, you better believe this scene is included! The song was playing through my head the entire time I was writing it, and I watched the video on youtube probably a hundred times. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yt2zoY45508

(This will be Chapter 12)


"Within You"--I attributed Jareth's movements to Voldemort, but the song doesn't really fit (unless it was Harry or Draco singing it to the other...but I definitely don't want Voldie singing to either of them!) But the scene is worth it just to see the Escher-like staircases, and to give you a visual of what Harry was going through, etc. Here's the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NXFbDknu124

(This will be the beginning of Chapter 16)


And lastly, a couple of "extras"

Movie trailer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WT_xpFZe20A
Script http://www.astrolog.org/labyrnth/captions.txt
Chapter index for Labyrinth DVD http://www.astrolog.org/labyrnth/chapters.txt