PrincessEmarelda

                                                     aria of psalms       "Sweet Jesus---" A ballerina began,hopping on one foot, as Sarah laughed wistfully, cutting her off.       " Best you leave it at that, Bridget. Wouldn't you rather that you looked like a nun as opposed to a sailor?" the girl jumped, turning to see who had addressed her.        "Oh, Sarah--it's you..."        "Who else would it be?" She inquired this curiously, though rather absently, tipping her head back to examine the elephant to be used for the 'Hannibal' scene. Bridget fidgeted, blushing.         "Well we---the girls, dancers, that is---We've been feeling

AN:  So, I've seen eight million of these where Sarah forgets her memories of Labyrinth (which sometimes I have trouble seeing, unless it's due to some kinda trauma/brainwashing.  You have to admit, it's kinda an unforgettable thing to go through...), but there are absolutely ZERO where Jareth loses HIS memories of what happened.  Don't worry, it's still SarahxJareth.  I'm not going to Mary Sue up my favorite fantasy movie of all time. Disclaimer:  Labyrinth is sole property of the Jim Henson Company, not me.  I'm borrowing all the goblins and such, as well as the Goblin King for an undisclosed amount of time.  I'll be returning him soon eno

"Hermione, what have you done?" Kinsley Shacklebolt stood up, staring at her in horror.  Everyone else in the room, eyes wide and hands on their wands, followed suit. The girl in question stood tall under everyone's gaze, and stared them down.  "I did what I had to do, when no one else would."  But she knew it wasn't her they were staring at.  There, in the shadows behind her, was the very imposing, very alive, figure of Severus Snape. It had been three months since the end of the war - three long months of weeping for those who died, of mourning those whose lives had been cut short or scarred. &

 Danielle stepped into the ball after taking a deep breath. This would be the night she'd tell Henry the truth. As she stepped into the castle hall, the musicians stopped playing, everyone turned to look at her. She blushed; it was just her mother's old dress and some wings Gustave helped put on her. Henry stood in the middle of the hall, his hand raised as if making an announcement, and his face lit up as he saw her. "Cortes!" He cried, and ran to her. "You're so beautiful," He breathed. "Come, let's announce our plans to be wed." He beamed. "No, Henry," She pulled on his arm as he tried to lead her to his father, the king himself. "There