"Elwynn?"

Prince looked up from his book to see his father standing in the archway leading to the heavily warded Royal Libary. In one hand he held a seeing crystal, the events at Hogwarts playing on repeat, in the other, was a cup with a double-tailed mermaid on it.

"Father. You missed the excitement."

"My apologies. Sarah was introducing me to this wonderful drink that became popular in the eighties."

Prince raised an eyebrow and returned to his book. "I managed to avoid the binding but I am still concerned about how they managed to lock onto me. They would need either my blood or my magical signature. Both of which have changed since I entered Faerie."

The Goblin King leaned over the book and scanned it. "Taglocks?"

"It is the only explanation. They must have a lock of my hair or something similar."

"But why?" Jareth frowned. "Your birth parents would have had no need. So who would take a toddler's hair?"

Pince pursed his lip and frowned. "I do not know. Perhaps there is more behind my birth parents' death than just defying a Dark Lord?"

"Are you suggesting a puppeteer?"

"Perhaps. They would have known the Dark Lord would have gone after me and that I would survive."

"I used my magicks to protect you that night. As per your birth mother's wish."

"How did she know about you?" Elwynn asked, getting up to view an entire bookcase filled with small red books. Most were there, but a few were missing.

"Pardon?"

"These books are enchanted to appear before people who would make a wish concerning a child. So how did Lily Potter get one?"

Jareth summoned a ledger to him, past receivers, and readers of the Labyrinth books. "Leonard, Lillith, Lisa..." He slammed the book closed and summoned a crystal, peering through time to confirm his suspicions. "Lily Potter never read The Labyrinth."

"Then how did she know?"

"A different wizard perhaps? They remember the stories more than most mortals do."

"And she believed it to be more than just a story. Someone must have told her you were real."

Jareth looked thoughtful. "She did word her wish very carefully and was expecting me. She didn't even blink."

"So someone not only did someone tell her you were real but took some of my hair."

"What if she remembered?"

Jareth and Elywnn turned to see Sarah behind them.

"Remembered?"

"I am not the only runner, my love."

"Of course!" Jareth yelled something a different ledger and riffling through it. "Here it is! Lily Evans, wished away on June 17, 1972, at eleven years old by her older sister, Petunia Evans."

"What happened?" Elwynn asked, trying to see the ledger.

"Lily was too old to become a goblin and didn't want to stay when Petunia failed to complete the Labyrinth so I returned both of them."

"So Mum remembered and wished me away to protect me?" Elywnn asked.

"It seems so."

"So that leave one matter closed. How did the person who put my birth name into the Goblet get a taglock?"

"Someone must have taken it and been very desperate to get you back," Sarah said, taking a seat.

"Ginny Weasley, that dreamer I needed help with a few mortal years back mentioned that her parents were never at home because they were looking for Harry Potter. But I know from the Twins-"

Jareth shuddered.

"-That only Arthur Weasley works for the Ministry. So why were they looking?"

"If you can find who put them up to it, you may discover who put your name in, or at least arranged for it."

"If someone planned my parent's death beyond that mad mortal, there will be blood," Elywnn swore.

"An army of goblins for the Goblin Prince," Jareth assured him. "We fae know vengence well."

Sarah simply gave Prince a reassuring hug. "We'll find out who did this, Elwynn. I promise."

The Prince remained silent, staring at the picture of his young birth mother.

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Ginny poked her head around the corner, Fred, and George leaning over her.

Their target. Toby Williams, a seemingly normal first-year muggle-born Hufflepuff who had the protection of a faerie prince.

Why?

The Weasley's did not know.

But by the gods, they would find out!

Toby was well aware that he was being followed, mainly because his goblin guards, who had appeared with Prince but had not left with him, told him "The Not-firey are following you, Pretty-Lady-Brother."

Toby sighed and gathered his things. The entire school had been in an uproar since "Harry Potter" had appeared.

The Hogwarts Rumor mill was in full swing but the more interesting reactions were from the foreign students.

The Beauxbaton delegation had taken to wearing little bags filled with rowan berries and four-leaf clovers, a piece of bread under a preservation charm in their pockets.

The Drumstrang students still had their staves but they were different than the oak one they had earlier, the new ones forged from iron or carved from Rowan or Ash.

Primroses and Saint John's wart was being grown around the carriages where the Beaxbaton students slept, along with little offerings of cream left in their window sills.

The Drumstrang students felt safer on their ship in the water but they still had primrose and iron along with the entrances and gangplanks.

Toby could tell because his part-fae nature was acting up every time he got too close to a foreign student. And at least one had seen through his glamour to see the hidden pointed ears that had appeared soon after he began visiting the Labyrinth regularly.

All in all, he was having to watch his step so he didn't touch iron or cross salt lines. It wouldn't stop him like it would Sarah, who was young but full fae, but it would hurt.

He had taken to wearing his gloves under glamour full time and staying away from the foreigners as often as he could.

Toby sighed as he avoided yet another Drumstrang student with iron and almost made a wish out loud. 

I wish the Tournament was over already.