Hi, guys. Sky here.
I guess I'm just writing this author's note to let you guys know, before you try and read the story, that this is going to be the first story involving the Legend of Zelda I have ever written. I'm excited, and at the same time terrified. As such, I feel I should warn you that it might not be as up to par as it sould technically be. I am relatively new to the LoZ fandom - I only really joined last year when I finally settled enough to actively play the games, and after much thought, I decided I wanted something different to write instead of the typical stories I have written before.
This is in no way going to be canon - for either the LoZ fandom nor the Harry Potter fandom.
But as it stands, I am excited to share this story here with you guys, and I hope you enjoy.
If at any point, you asked the shadow being how he'd come to the muggle and wizarding worlds, he wouldn't have an answer. Because in all honesty, he didn't know how he'd gotten there.
Still, he was much too proud to admit he was at a loss and continued on as he would any other time. He was quick about finding a way to maintain himself in this new world, his self preservation keeping him moving depite not truly knowing how to go about any of it.
It didn't take him long to have a place to stay, a home in a way, and a way to keep himself up. In fact, he managed all of it within a few weeks, surprisingly fast in his opinion. He had much to learn about the world he'd found himself in, but he didn't offer himself a way to learn in a way that would leave him open for attack - choosing to live somewhere away from the large neighborhoods.
Of course, he still explored much of the area around his home - including these neighborhoods during the downtime he had.
And though he prided himself on not caring much for the affairs of the people who resided there, one situation struck him as completely and utterly not okay every time he found himself in the neighborhood.
Number 4, Privet Drive, projected the image of perfect normality. That's what struck the shadow being. It was only a projected image. Something felt...wrong about the entire situation surrounding the home and it's inhabitants.
Every so often, he'd see a small boy working in the garden outside the home. While the neighbors seemed to find this normal, claiming the boy enjoyed working with the flowers, it was obvious that it was certainly not the case.
The child was much to thin, too small, and timid in a way that Dark had never seen before.
He didn't immediately intervene. It wasn't his job, after all, and his main concern was finding a way to remain lowkey and still survive. So he watched. Every time he happened across this neighborhood, he observed the inhabitants of Number 4.
As such, he found himself playing witness to horrid things even he'd never do.
Every so often, he'd notice that the boy would see him and his eyes would shift to an almost pleading look. But every time thus far, he'd turned and walked a way, a sinking feeling in his gut that said he needed to find a way to help. It was a new feeling to him, wanting to do a good deed just for the sake of doing it, perhaps to save a child he held no ties to.
Over the course of the next month, though, Dark found himself yearning to help the child more and more as time passed. When he realized no one else noticed what was happening in the home, he gave himself the permission he needed to take matters into his own hands.
As such, he entered the neighborhood once more, his sword in it's sheath on his back and his steps determined. It being a holiday break, many of the families were gone away to celebrate and spend time, Dark noted. With a certain mirthless glee, he realized this included the other three inhabitants of Number 4. The child was sitting out in the garden again, which made his job much easier.
The shade sighed before he approached the child, sitting on the ground close by. "Hello," he greeted, his voice devoid of emotion or warmth, but in no way promising any sort of harm.
The boy only snapped his gaze to Dark. "Hi," he replied quietly, timidly after a moment.
"What's your name, kid?"
This caused a reaction that Dark was pleased with - the small raven haired boy bristled and gave him an unamused glare. "Harry," he said after examining the stranger for a moment. "Who are you,"
Dark smirked at him. "Just call me Dark. Now, how about we get your belongings and get you out of here?"
This startled the boy back into his timidness. But he agreed, which surprised Dark, seeing as he'd noticed the boy eyeing his sword distrustfully.
It didn't take long for Harry to settle down in his new environment. Dark noted that he stayed distant from him. He developed a normal schedule for eating and sleep, which was nice, but he didn't speak much, not unless spoken to or he needed something direly.
Out of everything he'd expected, taking in an eight year old who was so strangely okay on his own was not something he'd thought would happen. But now that it had happened, Dark found himself being content in the situation.
Maybe soon, Dark thought one day as he watched Harry examine the sword the shade was so proud of, I'll have him trusting me enough to allow me to teach him to use a sword. He may well benefit from the knowledge.
So yes...there's this. I hope to do a regular updating schedule for this. But that may not be possible.
If you have any suggestions for this, let me know.