A figure wearing black cloak with its cowl on walked down an empty street. It was nighttime, only the lanterns on the street giving him light. He walked down to a certain house and stopped, facing it.
" So you have made it." An elder's voice spoke from behind. The figure turned to set his gaze upon a long white bearded man with a crooked nose and half moon shaped spectacles upon them.
" I have." The figure answered.
" I have heard much about you from your country. May I congratulate you on a job well done with your adventures." The elder man spoke. The figure nodded.
" You may, and it is appreciated." The figure told him dryly as if he could care less.
" You wrote in your letter that this was something you wanted no one else to know about, that you only thought that I could be trusted for it." The figure added. The elder man smiled slightly and nodded. He clasped his hands behind his back and walked down a few steps on the sidewalk.
" There is a boy. He is the only hope for the world. There are traitors in the school, however, and I am sure in the Ministry as well, under the leadership of those that wish to kill him, and whom the boy himself needs to kill. I need you to guard him, without anyone knowing who you are, besides a few certain people that is. People I trust with my life." The professor said stopping to look down the street for a few moments.
" I will need more then that to safely and surely guard him. I need the boy's name, his friends, the people you speak of that you trust, who you don't particularly trust, and the one who is trying to kill him." The cloaked figure told him.
" As long as you keep an eye on the boy I do not believe I need to give you the name of those I do not trust. Only the ones I do. As for the rest, his friends are Miss Hermione Granger, and Mr. Ronald Weasley. Also goes by Ron I believe. The one who wishes to take over the world and kill him, Lord Voldemort. Others also call him He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and the death eaters, his followers, call him the Dark Lord. I advise you not to speak his true name in front of anyone but the boy, and myself unless they are fine to know who and what you are. For whom you can trust with the information, I will tell them. And when they see you they will say one word. A safe word. That safe word is Dragon Snapple. A very good treat you must try while you are here. And for the boy's name, Harry Potter. You can identify him by the lightning shaped scar on his forehead." The elder spoke. The cloaked figure nodded.
" I'll need all other information as well. The layout of the school, and anywhere else he could be, every building, all his information and so on." the person spoke.
" Of course." The elder nodded, looking back and turning around with that smile of his.
" If I may also ask, what is your name?" the figure asked. The smile deepened ever so slightly.
" Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbledore. When we are alone, Albus will do." The elder man spoke.
" Wolfric?" the figure spoke.
" Ironic, isn't it? Now, your name again?" the Professor asked. The figure hesitated, before lifting his hands from the cloak, one of which was bandaged, and pulling down the cowl. Sand blond hair fell just above above his eyes, wild and crazy and untamed. His eyes themselves were a unique cerulean blue, the most beautiful color ever seen. His skin tanned, but only enough to notice it from hard work and long days outside. A single blue circular earring was in one of his two pointed Hylian ears.
" Link, Hero of Twilight Professor."