"Harry."

"Harry, hes alive. He who must not be named-"

It was like the Quidditch World Cup all over again. Students were screaming and raising panic. Despite this, Harry remained where he was, looking at the violet sky. He couldn't help but feel the terror seep into his thoughts; how was it possible for Voldemort to to come back even through death? If he had indeed came back, Harry felt there would be no hope left. He was out of options; there was no way he could think of a way to rebel against his forces if he chose to bring back one again for the third time. Harry hated these feelings of helplessness but there was no way to shake them off. He couldn't continue.

Harry felt two arms go around his shoulders like he was in a three person huddle. Without question he knew it was Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. He sighed a breath of relief.

"Harry." informed Hermione. "We won't know for sure if there are any deaths from the uh train accident, but everyone appears to be all right. I mean." She looked nervously at Ron for support, but Ron could only give her a grimace of fear at the potential of the crash. "There have been injuries, great injuries." Her voice trailed off but Ron took part in the conversation.

"I heard the train conductor call off for the Hogwarts carriages to come over here as quickly as possible. Bloody hell Harry, Do ya think its him, You know-"

"Ronald!" Hermione scolded exasperated, "The dead cannot come back alive."

Ron scowled and said in a voice to the edge of panicking, "Then what do you think that was? What hit the train? Cause I know that sure as hell wasn't a ghost."

"I..." Hermione look terrified. "I don't know what that was. It could be someones foul idea for a joke." She faltered again. She looked back at both Harry and Ron.

"What?" The both said nervously, knowing that Hermione was going to say more but stopped."

"Harry. That could be something worse than Voldemort." She finished finally.

There was a deep painful silence as Harry digested this possibility. It completely terrified him but it was also the one with made the most sense.

"Whats worse than You Know Who?" Ron argued to break the consuming silence.

"Oh I don-"

"Something that can destroy a train like that-" Harry pointed at the wreckage of the train. "-without a wand. Even Voldemort had to use his wand to create destruction. Oh quit looking like that Ron. Hes dead, there's no use being afraid to say his name now."

"Then you can explain that." It was Ron's turn to gesture toward the scrapping bits of metal that was once a train a half hour ago.

"It's not Voldemort."

"How do you know that?" Ron shouted hysterically.

Harry was wondering the same thing but he had an answer ready on his lips. "My scar didn't burn yet." Realizing what he had said, it made perfect sense to him so he added on. "My scar would be hurting... Hermione why are you looking like that?"

Hermione was giving him a look mixed with fear and pity, like Harry was missing something important. But she didn't elaborate her look. He thrust her hand in her pocket and pointed with the other one, "There are the carriages. Lets get to Hogwarts!"

***

"Joshua!"

Joshua awoke to a blow against his temple. He swung blindly to retaliate but a voice called out with laughter in his voice:

"Easy, Joshua. I just wanted to see if you're alive."

He opened his eyes to find himself lying on his back on a marble floor. Also he saw Apollo's, Zhang's, Sampson's, Niles', and Link's face around him, checking to see if he was all right.

"I'm assuming you're the asshole who hit me in the face, Apollo." Josh accused while sitting up and rubbing his head.

Apollo flashed a cheerful smile back and replied, "Reds definitely your color Josh."

"Josh you weren't wearing the monk's robes back at the Dinland Castle Town Square, were you?" Link asked concerned.

"Huh." Josh checked his clothing. It wasn't his regular garb, but the sacred robes the monks wear in the churches. "Oh Shit. I'm not supposed to have this on."

"Well this does look like a church, Josh." Zhang stated, rolling his eyes while he talked.

Joshua looked around the room. Zhang was right. With the combination of the marble floor and the stone walls, it did look similar to a church or castle. The room itself was big as a regular room in a house or cottage, but the height of it was at least as high as the highest trees in the Lost woods. To the left of him was a golden statue of a man brandishing a stick that was aimed toward the heavens. To the right was an opening to another room. Josh looked closer, not believing his eyes. The staircases in this other room moved. The staircase behind them was stationary however with a door fit for a giant's use. In front of them was another door as large as the door behind them. They were in an entrance hall of some sort.

"Joshua." Link said.

"Hmm" Josh turned to look at him.

"I have a feeling we're not in our world anymore. Hyrule, Dinland... they seem almost worlds away." He said.

"There was a brief silence as he took this in. None of the others have heard this bit of information.

Suddenly, there was a funny sounding cry that echoed throughout the halls. All of them looked looked behind them, to their backs at the entrance doorway and to the staircase.

"It came from there." Apollo pointed forward. Without any warning he took off up the staircase leading to the door.

"Apollo!" Niles call out. He looked back at Link. Link nodded, and they both sped off in the direction Apollo sped off. They could hear Niles' voice waning because of the distance:

"Don't go anywhere alone. Stay together."

There was a moment of silence by Sampson, Zhang, and Josh after that. Josh groaned and laid back down on marble floor. Ten minutes later Zhang scoffed.

"Screw this. I'm going exploring. To hell what Niles' had said." And with that he left towards the room with the staircase with Sampson unknowingly following after him, leaving Joshua alone.

Feeling foolish for laying on the floor, he got back to his feet. There was something about the golden statue that sparked his interest. Josh's jaw dropped. There resting on the foot of the statue were two swords, one a blade as black as midnight with a winged hilt, and the other with a purplish violet shaped hilt and a blade that gleamed in the sun. He was staring at the Twilight's Shadow and the Master Sword. He picked up the blades with both hands, and suddenly flashbacks of Beelzebub's Tower began to play in his head. Josh shut his eyes to try to force them out of his head. As he slightly cringed, the hood of the robes flowed over his head, obscuring his face. The entrance door opened with a bang, and what looked like children from kids who barely went through puberty to people who were almost adults, flooded the room. They stopped and looked at him And they pointed at them. Josh began to feel very uneasy with the velocity and hostility of their stares and pointing. He moved from the statue to by the staircase where Apollo, Link, and Niles' fled to.

Then a man came out of the crowd. He was about an inch or two shorter than Joshua, but he had the same untidy black hair and green eyes. He wore full moon glasses. And there was a curious lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. This man seemed to be the leader of the mob. But he was also looking at Josh with a mixture of contempt, hate, and fear. And he was brandishing a foot long stick which he had pointed at Josh.

It was on Josh's lips to explain the situation, but-.

"Stupefy" the man shouted.

The stick erupted a red light which shot at Josh and sailed past his left ear. Josh froze, confused and wondered what he gotten himself into.

"Expelliarmus." He shouted again.

Joshua took it as nonsense words, maybe it was their language from their world? But the blades in his hands shot out of his hands and bounced across the floor.

"Way to go Harry."

"Finish him."

He looked back at the man who's name was Harry. He was aiming straight for his head. Josh ducked and dived for the fallen swords. The red jet of light had again missed; barely missing the tip of his head. He grabbed the hilt of the Master sword and searched for the Twilight's Shadow.

"Incararus"

He shifted his gaze to Harry to see ropes fly at him. Brandishing the Master Sword, he swiped at the ropes which fell down in shreds. At last he found the dark blade of the Twilight's Shadow. He went to pick it up, but another burst of red light flew toward Josh. This time it hit dead in his chest. Josh flew back to the top of the staircase and fell to the ground painfully. Josh fought back to his feet; eying the fallen blade that laid in between Josh and the attacker. But-

"Depulseo."

The Twilight's Shadow was magically thrown to the left, by the statue. Joshua fought back to his feet, concentrating on his power. He raised his free arm and the fire from the torches extinguished. Several of people screamed, but there were cries of "Incendio" and the torches were relight. However Harry's sight came to see Joshua in front of him and see his foot lash out. His foot connected to Harry's jaw and he was thrown of his feet backwards; his wand flying out of his hands. But Josh took Harry for granted, and before he knew it, Harry had his stick-like weapon back in his hands and he shot the red jet of light at Josh. Josh couldn't block; he was too close. He was thrown backward again but he crashed into the marble staircase. The breath was knocked out of him, and pain exploded into his back and the back of his head. He groaned in pain and looked back at Harry who was bearing down at him with the weapon pointed at Josh and yelled his nonsense word, Sectesempra, and waved it. An almost transparent disk of energy shot out at Josh. His eyes widened and he rolled underneath it. He spat blood out from his mouth. He had no idea where he was and why everyone was so hostile to him. But he was in the heat of battle already.

***

Harry saw and assumed as everyone else the hooded stranger was associated with the destruction of Hogwarts Express. But unlike everyone else he didn't think the stranger was Voldemort. Voldemort wouldn't fight with only two swords and in the beginning of the fight, he didn't know he was being cursed at. But he was wearing Death Eater's robes; he must be one of them.

His mouth was bleeding from the kick the hooded stranger lashed out and he dodged the Sectesempra curse he slashed out. Harry shook his head, trying to think straight. He saw the stranger go and dive for the black blade he wielded earlier. Harry saw what he was doing and pointed at the blade with his hand,

"Accio sword"

The sword rose in the air a couple of inches, and shot toward Harry, hit first. He caught it. The hooded figure stopped and turned back toward Harry, his hand gripping the other sparkling bade in a death grip. Without warning he charged at Harry. Harry shot a stunning spell at him. He jerked to the left to dodge the curse, but he never slowed.

"Incararus." Harry yelled, pointing his wand at figure. Once again roped flew out of Harry's wand. The stranger spun with the sword pointed outward but still ran after Harry. The roped were slashed apart.

"Expelliarmus." He shouted again. The blade once again shot out of the strangers hand. But he reached out and grabbed it before it went too far away to grab.

"Pertivicis Totalis." But as the spell shot out at the stranger, he swiped at it. The curse ricocheted off the blade and went flying at the golden statue. Harry started to panic; the stranger was almost just inches away from him. He pointed his wand and shouted in his mind Levicorpus.

The stranger was lifted into the air by magic by his ankle. However the hood didn't fall off; it was almost as if it was glued to the stranger's face. He struggled against the magic. Harry sent another stunning spell.; he was sure this one would be the finisher in this fight. But he was disappointed as the stranger under the hex, managed to pull his torso on up to do a sit up 90 degrees flipped in the air. The curse that was sailing for the stranger's face flew past him and hit the staircase. He twisted in mid-air and the curse was broken; he fell to his feet and began his advance toward Harry.

Harry however dropped the the dark blade in frustration and surprise. Harry bit his lip in concentration as he sent stunning spell after stunning spell at the figure. The figure stopped. Four bursts of red light shot out at the figure but in his haste of making the spells, Harry never aimed them well. All four sailed above his head. The hooded one shook his head and continued his advance. Harry began to feel more desperate.

"Expelliarmus."

The spell shout out at the stranger, but he sidestepped the spell. Harry took the momentary halting and shot another spell out.

Levicorpus, Harry thought. but the spell was also sidestepped by the stranger.

"Sectesempra." He shouted. The figure was again too close to dodge. The blade sank into his chest. The stranger cried out in pain. Blood began to stain the black robes. The stranger staggered back the pain making him drunk. Harry could hear the his haggard breathing and felt immediate remorse. But he underestimated him. Still bleeding feverishly, the stranger reached out at the dark blade. It flew to his hands and he welded both blades. And he began to run at Harry. A sense of hopelessness engulfed Harry as he set one last spell to shield himself.

"Protego."

Just as he cast the spell, the figure lunged at Harry. But in midair he met Harry's spell and froze in midair, leaving Harry dumbfounded. With a movement from his wrist, the figure managed to break the shield and kicked Harry's wand from his hand. Harry tried to grab his wand back, but a blade fell down in between Harry's path to the wand like a guillotine. The other blade was pointed inches away from Harry's Adams Apple.

For awhile they stood like this, with Harry kneeling, the figure pointing a blade at his neck, and the rest of the wizarding world watching in horrified disbelief. Then one from the crowd ran toward both of them. It was Ginny. Harry's heart and stomach dropped. What if the stranger killed Ginny? She stood facing the stranger her lip quivering. She had no wand to defend herself with. She looked the stranger in the eye and said with her voice on the verge of breaking down:

"Please. Leave us. Don't kill him."