I ran into a phrase about a Harry Potter with sociopathic tendencies, who looked good in leather pants - and for some reason it made me think of the Labrynth -
but Harry doesn't really work as Jareth. For one thing, the hair color's all wrong. On the other hand, well, there is the bit about Draco In Leather
Pants...
So... let us posit the Labrynth - a strange not-quite-there (or perhaps merely not-quite-here) artifact/place that people with magic can, from time to time,
wish others away to. Narcissa knows of it, and when the Voldemort War goes All Wrong, she wishes Draco away, hoping to save him from an otherwise seemingly
inevitable demise. The war goes much worse then in canon, and spreads out far beyond the shores of Britain. Something Horrible And Cataclysmic happens,
killing off just about everyone who *has* magic, and, incidentally, sending the goblins of Gringotts (or at least a fair number of them) into the Labrynth (and
then not letting them get back out again) where they find that, somehow or other, Draco has Bound himself to the place, and they are compelled in significant
ways to follow his rule. Time passes. Lots of time. Draco does not age, but he becomes bitterly lonely and desperate and broken. There is a lasting taint
of death on the British Isles, and anyone with enough magic to call themselves a squib feels uncomfortable when any closer than France. The goblins slowly
lose their culture and their minds, regressing and warping physically, altered by the magics of the place. Finally, enough time passes that the miasma is
gone... and a young girl is born, to muggles, with enough magic to wish her baby brother away. She's a mudblood. She is - but he's been so *terribly*
lonely.
but Harry doesn't really work as Jareth. For one thing, the hair color's all wrong. On the other hand, well, there is the bit about Draco In Leather
Pants...
So... let us posit the Labrynth - a strange not-quite-there (or perhaps merely not-quite-here) artifact/place that people with magic can, from time to time,
wish others away to. Narcissa knows of it, and when the Voldemort War goes All Wrong, she wishes Draco away, hoping to save him from an otherwise seemingly
inevitable demise. The war goes much worse then in canon, and spreads out far beyond the shores of Britain. Something Horrible And Cataclysmic happens,
killing off just about everyone who *has* magic, and, incidentally, sending the goblins of Gringotts (or at least a fair number of them) into the Labrynth (and
then not letting them get back out again) where they find that, somehow or other, Draco has Bound himself to the place, and they are compelled in significant
ways to follow his rule. Time passes. Lots of time. Draco does not age, but he becomes bitterly lonely and desperate and broken. There is a lasting taint
of death on the British Isles, and anyone with enough magic to call themselves a squib feels uncomfortable when any closer than France. The goblins slowly
lose their culture and their minds, regressing and warping physically, altered by the magics of the place. Finally, enough time passes that the miasma is
gone... and a young girl is born, to muggles, with enough magic to wish her baby brother away. She's a mudblood. She is - but he's been so *terribly*
lonely.