A/N: Don't own Legend of Zelda or HP. Edited as of 24/11/14
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Link awoke on a hexagonal platform with the symbol of the Triforce in the center. He was quick to stand and look at his surroundings. A warm chuckle had him spinning around to face an older man. The man had a large, white moustache, and almost no hair on his head.
"Link, I am Rauru, one of the ancient sages," he said. "The sword you pulled from the pedestal is known as the Master Sword. Only one worthy of becoming the Hero of Time can pull it out of the pedestal. However you were too young to be the Hero, and so the Master Sword sealed your spirit here, in the Chamber of Sages, the last stronghold against Ganondorf." Rauru then looked very sad.
"Unfortunately, while your spirit was sealed, your body was not. Ganondorf found it, and I'm afraid it is far too late to do anything about it." Rauru said. Link gasped, and felt tears slip down his cheeks. He was dead, and for no reason other than Ganondorf's evil. It was too bad there were no walls in the Chamber of Sages, because Link sincerely felt like punching one.
"Isn't there any other way I could save Hyrule?" Link pleaded desperately with Rauru, thinking of the Kokiri, Saria, Princess Zelda, Princess Ruto, and Darunia. Rauru nodded, restoring Link's hope, if only a little.
"There is, but be warned that it is very dangerous and I do not recommend this lightly." Rauru said, but Link ignored his warning and nodded eagerly. The Light Sage sighed before starting the arcane spell that would help the Hero of Time. Link got the impression of rainbow light and spinning before his vision went black.
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A ghostly figure hovered over the cottage in Godric's Hollow. He tugged on one pointed ear as he thought. Why were people ignoring the house that he could see perfectly? The multicoloured flashes of light in the windows should have been extremely attention grabbing.
The nameless spirit floated into the home, past the red painted door that hung, splintered, off its hinges. He glanced at the body of a black-haired man, lying with glazed eyes on the floor and continued through the house, up a set of stairs from which he heard a commotion.
At the top of the stairs, he saw two rooms, one silent and one full of a woman's cry for her child. The spirit drifted into the second room, a nursery, just as the acid-green death spell flew. The spell crashed into the redhead blocking the crib and she crumpled to the floor.
The spirit, in an act of bravery, moved to protect the child in the crib. He heard a shout of 'Avada Kedavra', saw a sickly green light shoot towards him, and felt a pulling sensation before everything went black.
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Our story truly begins with the defeat of the Dark Lord Voldemort. But quite frankly, most everyone knows that part of the story, so I'll skip ahead a bit.
This story begins with one Albus Dumbledore at Number 4 Privet Drive. He was holding the infant boy he would place on the doorstep of Number 4. Looking at the child, he saw the eyes open slightly.
Little Harry's eyes were a brilliant blue instead of the emerald they were supposed to be. In that moment, twinkling blue eyes locked with sapphires that were far older than they should be. That was the time Dumbledore knew that the wizarding world would never be the same.
He placed young Harry along with the letter explaining the blood wards to Petunia. He then returned the light to the street and apparating away, leaving Harry and his now emerald eyes behind.