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Chapter 1: Call of Lightning.

"An impressive looking blade, but nothing more."

Link narrowed his eyes as he dismounted from Epona. He held out his hand behind him to signal to the princess to stay where she did. In front of him the Dark Lord Ganondorf unsheathed his blade, grinning down at the Hero of Legend. "Would you hear my desire?" He asked, as he started walking towards the Hero. "To take this foul blade and use it to blot out the light forever."

He came to a stop, a smirk of arrogance and hate on his lips. Link drew the Master Sword and his shield, as he matched the Dark Lord's gaze. He prepared himself for what he hoped would be the final battle, his bones weary and his heart aching. It didn't show, but he was reaching his limit fighting Ganondorf. After storming Hyrule Castle, fighting a 'Puppet Zelda', Ganondorf's beast form, losing Midna, and then chasing Ganondorf across Hyrule field on horseback with the princess, Link was certain he had only one more fight left in him.

He didn't look around when he heard Epona's whiny and the Princess Zelda's gasp of surprised. He was sealed off from them by a wall of Twilight, un-doubtfully Ganondorf's doing. Ganondorf held his sword to the side, getting into a fighting pose, and for a moment, the only sound heard on Hyrule Field was the billowing wind.

Lightning cracked the sky, and thunder roared behind it as both Link and Ganon charged forward, fully intending on ending the other. With a yell Link jumped in the air, and a clash of steel was head as the Master Sword and the Evil Blade met. The Dark Lord towered over the Hero clad in green, as they struggled to push the other back. Despite the height difference though, Link was not budging as he pushed forward with his blade, gritting his teeth and staring into Ganondorf's hate filled eyes.

With another 'hyah', Link pushed him back, and as Ganondorf stumbled Link pressed the advantage, switching between slicing with his sword, and bashing with his shield. Ganondorf, unfortunately, was quick to recover and only took a few blows before swiping with his hand. Thankfully Link had a keen eye, and back-flipped away from the blow.

Ganondorf closed the space between them, swinging down his sword at Link. The Hero deflected it off his shield, his bones shaking beneath the power behind the blow. Link followed up with a slice at Ganondorf, and the Dark lord didn't even try to avoid of block it. He took the attack but did not let it faze him as he brought his massive blade down on Link again. Link took a step back, grunting, but continued to attack as well.

It continued like this for 30 seconds, Ganondorf ignoring Link's attacks and pounding on his shield, and Link feeling his strength fail him, blow by blow. As the larger man brought down his blade again, Link rolled out of the way, and then took several small jumps back. He was breathing heavily, drenched in sweat, and he was shaking ever so slightly. Ganondorf gave a slow turn as he smirked at the young man. Link clenched his teeth, and then threw his shield to the side, gripping the Master Sword with both hands.

The sword was becoming too heavy to wield with just one hand, and even with two his weary arms could barely hold it steady. Ganondorf chuckled, staring down at his opponent. The wind making his cape and Link's hat billow violently. The storm raged alongside them, unlike the battle however, the storm only began to build in strength.

"What is the matter little hero? Getting tired?" Link narrowed his eyes and charged the Goliath. The first slice went diagonally down Ganondorf's chest, but besides a small grunt of pain, he once again ignored the blow. With a yell Link brought his sword in a horizontal arc that was deflected by Ganondorfs blade. Before Link could react the Dark Lord brought his fist back, and slammed it into Link's face.

Link did not so much collapsed, but more rocketed into the ground. He heard Zelda's scream and Ganondorf's laugh, and he struggled to get up but was met with a foot to his gut. He was lifted off the ground and collided with the wall of twilight. Again, Link struggled to get up, proud that he at least still had hold of the Master Sword, and he used the wall as leveraged. He looked past the transparency of it and saw the Princess there, tears streaming down her face, pounding against the barrier.

It wasn't a pleasant scene, but for some reason it brought a smile to Link's face. He placed a hand on the wall, trying to soothe the Princess, when suddenly he was grabbed forcibly by his neck and was lifted up to greet the smirking face of Ganondorf.

"Oh little Hero. How broken you look."

Link growled, or at least he tried to, it came out more as ragged breathing. Thankfully his vibrant blue eyes conveyed the message of his hate. Ganondorf frowned as he stared into them.

"Broken you are not though." He said with distaste as he threw link across the battlefield. Link landed on the ground with grunts of pain, and rolled twice before resting on his side. "I will admit, you are more formidable then I first believed." Ganondorf bellowed, as he walked to Link's crumpled form. "Not only did you best me on horseback, but you and your little imp took back Zelda from my control, and defeated me in my twilight beast form." He rolled Link onto his back with his foot, and glared down at him.

"Even now with your broken body you still manage to not only cling to your worthless sword, and stare at me with defiance and hate." Ganondorf brought his foot on the hand that was still holding the Master Sword, and grinded his heel against it. Link grunted in pain, and his body had spasms, but he never screamed. And his piercing blue eyes never looked away.

"I find that I am becoming to respect you despite myself." Ganondorf chuckled as he bent down and picked up Link by his throat. Link gasped, and with his free right hand gripped at Ganondorf's massive arm. "To show my respect, Hero, I will not kill you. I will give you the same kindness that was given me."

Ganondorf brought Link's face inches from his, Blue eyes meeting Orange eyes. All laughter and arrogance was gone from Ganondorf's face as he spoke in a low voice. "Death would be a comfort.. Instead I shall banish you like I was banished. I will banish you to a place of agony and pain. Your screams will echo across the cracks of reality and will haunt children's nightmare. THAT, is the kindness I give to you."

Ganondorf reached out with his free hand, and let out a yell. His yell turned into a howl of hatred, and on the back of his hand the Triforce of Power shone. The storm above began to swirl and reach out, attempting to touch the duo as the wind picked up speed and magic filled the air. Link struggled against the Demon King, but his grip was too tight. Ganondorf's howl became a roar and soon, the storm touched his fingertips.

Silence came over Ganondorf, and even the storm was subdued. Link thought he heard mumbling in the direction of the princess Zelda, but he was to focused on the wickedness in Ganondorf's face. The King of Evil looked at Link with a twisted smile, and spoke softly.

"The Princess and her gods can not save you, no matter how hard she prays. I am the only god left in Hyrule now."

And with those words a powerful beam of magic erupted out of his outstretched hand, and before the two a swirling vortex or storm clouds and lightning stared at it in awe and horror, and Ganondorf laughed. Suddenly Link was dropped to the ground in front of it, and Ganondorf towered before him.

"I will fling you into this plane of suffering. But before that, little Hero, I will take the only thing that makes you more than a speck of dust in my eye. I will take your Triforce piece, and with it subjugate not just Hyrule, but the entire world."

Link growled up at Ganondorf. There was no way that would happen. He may be broken and beaten, but he would still fight. He would not let Midna's death be for nothing. He would not let this beast hurt the ones he loved. He refused. So as Ganondorf raised his hand to summon the Triforce of Courage from his body, Link made a decision, and drew all of his remaining strength.

With a yell of fury Link lept to his feet, gripping the Master sword with both hands as tight as he could. Ganondorf's face changed to shock, to outrage, to pain as Link brought the sword upon the Dark King of Evil and severed his arm from his body. The arm dropped to the ground with a heavy thud, and Ganondorf howled in pain and rage, but Link was still on the move.

He darted behind the larger man, Wrapped his arms around him, gritted his teeth and began to push. Ganondorf was screaming in rage but step by step, the two got closer to the vortex. This was it, this was the only way to save this land. This was his last and only chance. Just a few more steps….

"LINK!"

The call cut through his thoughts, and he looked and saw Princess Zelda running towards him, the wall of twilight having been dissolved. He looked at her and saw the fear and worry, but despite that there was still a royal demeanor about her. A sense of greatness and authority. Link smiled as she came to a stop, gazing at him. Just one more step.

"Goodbye."

And with that one, soft word, Link propelled himself and the one-armed King of Evil into the lightning vortex.

September 1st, 1993

Harry Potter was finally starting to enjoy himself today. Headmaster Dumbledore had just given his start-of-the-year speech, and beckoned everyone to partake in the excellent feast sitting in front of him. As the Boy-Who-Lived began to eat like he had been starved his entire life (which was not far off from the truth) he finally began to forget about the events that happened on the train with the Dementors.

"Harry, please slow down, people might mistake you for Ron." Hermione spoke next to him, getting a smile out of him and a glare from Ron, whose face was covered in food and was taking a bite from his third chicken leg. Harry resumed eating, but taking it a bit slower.

He was happy to begin his third year at Hogwarts, even with the Dementors here. The summer had been horrible as it usually was, and he was delighted to be back with Ron and Hermione. His other friends were also a welcomed sight of course, and he listened in as Seamus and Dean began to talk about quiditch.

He joined in, along with Ron, Fred and George, and it was looking to be a great night. Even Hermione tried to add to the conversation, despite her lack of excitement for the sport. However one thing you should know about Harry Potter is that trouble always finds him when he starts to enjoy himself. He rarely has to look, and in fact he rarely does. Usually it just falls onto his lap the second he starts to feel content. In this instant however, it fell not onto his lap, but his pudding he was about to eat.

Dumbledore felt it happening before it did. He was in the middle of a delightful conversation with Minerva when rogue magic surged into the Great Hall. The wards should have prevented this, but it was powerful and terrible magic, and as he stood, about to evacuate the Hall, a swirling portal of lightning appeared high above the Gryffindor table. The rest of the teachers stood quickly upon seeing it, (The table almost being knocked over by Hagrid's massive form) and many of the students let out yells of shock, confusion, and fear.

From the portal a sound of feral and primal rage echoed, and following it a boy clad in green dropped right onto the food of Harry Potter. Harry and those around him gave a yell of surprise and jumped/fell from their seats. As quickly as they had made room for the limp figure, the students surged forward, and even those from other houses leapt from their seats to gaze at the form of the mysterious stranger.

The students whispered excitedly about themselves, as Hermione helps Harry and Ron up from the ground. Harry brushes himself of and stares at the young boy laying on the table. He looked to be around his age, and seemed to be wearing cloths made for an adult. The cloths in questioned seemed ripped and covered in dry blood in some areas, and his face seemed to have been punched by a troll.

Hermione gasped as she saw the state of the boy, and clunged to Harry, as Ron gave a low whistle. "Bloody hell." He muttered, at the same time as Hermione whispering. "Is… is he alive?"

Harry stared at the crumpled form trying to figure out just that. From the bagginess of the over-sized cloths, and from the Distance he was at, Harry couldn't tell if he was breathing. He scanned the body looking for signs of life, and his eyes were drawn to the boy's left hand. It was hanging off the table, a glove had fallen to the floor and his hand was bare, showing off a mark of three triangles, one of which was glowing faintly.

"Guys, look at his hand." Harry said, directing his friends gaze to the glowing triangle. "What is that?" Hermione wondered out loud, as Harry unconsciously raised a hand to his forehead, gently touching his scar. Before they could wonder more about the mark on his hand, the crowd of students were parted as Percy and the other head boys and girls attempted crowd control for Dumbledore and the rest of the professors.

The Headmaster went straight to the boy, rolling him over onto his back and checking to make sure he was sure breathing. And as Harry was watching, he could have sworn Dumbledore had just for a moment, stared in confusion at the glowing mark on his hand, before continuing making sure he was all right.

The four head of houses gathered around the Headmaster as he leaned in and whispered something to them. Harry strained to hear but couldn't over the hundreds of students around him. Dumbledore then stood up straight, and pointed his wand at the boy. He and all his belonging began to float into the air, and the Headmaster rushed out of the Grand Hall with him floating in tow.

The Head of houses began calling for orders, and instructing their respective Headboys and Headgirls to lead the other students to their common rooms. Harry, Ron, Hermione and the rest of the students were escorted out, and the Trio followed Percy as he puffed up his chest and tried to sound important to the rest of the Gryfindors.

Ron rolled his eyes and Harry heard him mutter something about Percy being a 'prat', and after being given their new password (Fortuna Major) they began to head to their dorms. Harry and Ron said a quick goodbye to Hermione, who was now even more upset because they didn't get a chance to congratulate Hagrid after the feast, and the two boys headed to their rooms and found their beds.

The second Harry sat down got to his bed Seamus and Dean were suddenly on him, asking a barrage of questions about the strange boy who had landed in front of him.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Why do you think I know anything?" Harry asked, cutting the two other boys off from their questions. The two looked at each other then back at Harry with a strange 'oh come on' look that made Harry feel a bit angry. "Whats with that look!?"

"Harry, come on this has to involve you somehow." Dean said.

"Why?" Harry asked in both a frustrated and confused way.

"Well, Harry, you have to admit that in the past two years at Hogwarts, whenever something strange happened you were usually the cause." Nevile said, as Dean and Seamus gave him another 'look'. "And he did fall right in front of you." Ron gave a chuckle at that and Harry let out a frustrated snort.

"Well I don't know anything about this okay? Now please I need to get ready for bed."

The two boys let it go, resolved to ask him more about it in the morning, and all of the third years began to do exactly what Harry did. One by one they crawled into their beds, and fell asleep. Harry was the last one, and that night he had a dream that he was a green fairy that liked to get in wrestling matches with pudding.