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Hogwarts Dungeons
Midnight, July 22nd
"Now, I am going to ask you again, Scot- How did you pass the borders that surround the castle?" I don't know how long I've been down here for. All I really know is that this Englishman has been asking me questions that I don't know the answers to. I gave up on speaking a while back. Now, I try to take my torment quietly. "Not going to talk, eh? Has my whip broken you?" Yes. Yes it has, English. I lift my head from the blood-covered dungeon floor, and look up at my tormentor. "You know what?" He stops, and cocks his head to the left. "Yes? Are you going to give me some real answers?" I do something really stupid here. "Go to Hell." I hope he can see my eyes in the near darkness. I hope they pierce his soul. "Damn you Scot, I'll make your life a Living Hell from here on out." He raises his whip again, the thing I've come to loathe, the only thing that lets me know that I am still alive, wanting to die, but cannot, and I lower my head as he brings it down.
Sometime Later
"I'm going to tell you a secret Scot-the key to staying alive down here, is to obey the Tormentor." This voice brings me back from the breaking point, then another voice brings me closer to salvation. "I heard that a certain female was brought to the Headmaster's office. Heard that Gryffindor stabbed her…" I hear something move, and I feel that I'm lying on something cold. "I think you're going to find your friend soon, Scot. Just be grateful that you are still alive." I smell the scent of blood, and I have a feeling that I went crazy when the Englishman was torturing me. From what little vision I have, I can see a poorly dressed man kneeling in front of me. "At last. I thought you would never come to." "Sam, don't overdo it." The woman I heard speaking is in front of me. "You are quite young to be down here, how old are you?" "…I am fifth teen, madam."
I sit up, and take notice of my surroundings. I don't know how long I have been down here for exactly. "How long have I been down here?" The man called Sam helps me stand, and I notice that I am not really wearing anything. "I'm not really sure. Of your cloths, however, this is what all prisoners wear. Modified for each sex, of course." I turn around, and walk over to what I believe is the door. I lower my head against it, and look up. "If that Englishman hurt my friend..." "Lana, I think I saw a noblewoman down here…" Lana comes over to me. "There is nothing you can do, young one, all you can do is hope for your other friend to help you." That is when I realize that I haven't seen Lauren down here. "You haven't seen a female down here, have you?" "No, but I do know that a female is in the Infirmary, recovering from Gregory stabbing her… is this the one you are seeking?" I lift my head, and turn around to look at Lana and Sam. "Yes. Is she still alive?" "The last I heard she was." "Well, well, well, look who decided to wake up, I'm surprised that you are still alive Scot. Why don't you ask me for mercy? As of this moment, that girl you were staying with, my friend has been keeping her occupied." I stare at the man, then, as I realize what he's talking about, I go nuts.
The Infirmary, Hogwarts. (Present)
Somehow, I don't think I'm where I last was. No, really- I think I am back in the present. Why? Well I really don't know. I realize that I am looking at the Infirmary's ceiling, but it looks older- a lot older. After waiting awhile for my head to stop hurting, I sit up. I hear a door open, and I look to my left. "I never thought that you were going to wake. How are you feeling?" I must have a look of complete confusion on my face, because the woman comes over to my bedside. "You have been… ill, for two days. I can't explain it. You were in the Great Hall, talking to your friends, when… you… suddenly looked as if you were in a trance. The strange thing was, you looked as if you were far away. Finally, after acting as if you were fighting for your life, you collapsed. I wasn't there, but Professor Monagall said that you… said things… things that didn't even make since. From what your friends could make out, it is as if you were talking to the second headmaster, Headmaster Dublin." …Wait… if I came back here alone… oh no…oh no… Then… both Link's and Zelda's ancestors are still somewhere on Hogwarts grounds… what do I do now? "… I think I was in the past, but there's a problem." I throw back the white sheet covering me, and get off of the bed.
Looking around for my sword, I happen to find a set of robes beneath the bed I was just lying in. "I found those here. Where you are standing at as of this moment." I pick them up, and I realize that these robes, are the ones that I was wearing. Now, I am wearing modern clothes. I wore these, but they were worn 591 years ago… by me. Or… where they worn by my ancestor? I need to find out exactly what happened, and get back to the past. I then move the time-weathered robes to my right shoulder, which for some reason is bare, and has bandages wrapped around it. I then start to walk towards the huge, oak wood doors that mark the entrance to the main part of Hogwarts. I will never look at this old castle the same again, now that I've seen it when it was almost brand-new. Once I am touching the door handle, I turn, and look back at the old woman standing there. "I am happy to be back in the present, but, I need to rescue some of my friends' ancestors… Madam Pomfrey?" The woman that has been here, working in the Infirmary for many years, who has saved many lives-including mine ten times over-and has kept her stock of medicine and spells up to date for who-knows-how-long, comes over to me. "I have seen many Hero's and Heroine's come through these doors, but you and your friends, you are something else. You are welcome back at any time. Go, and find your friends, and tell them of your predicament. If your friends in the past are still alive, you may be able to save them. Godspeed, and May the four founders look down on you with pride." All I can do is stand there, astonished, then, I remember that I have to go back to the past. Problem is-I have no idea how I got there in the first place. I decide to find everyone, and get answers from them. I thank Madam Pomfrey for what she's done, then, I push open the doors, and I walk out of the Infirmary.
Hogwarts, Fox Lake (Present)
Well, at least I am back here now. I don't where Epona and Sara went, perhaps they came back with me? "So… you wanted me and Zelda here… what do you want?" I hear a horse-check that-two horses call to me in greeting, and I turn around. Sara is standing there, along with Epona. "I was so scared. Where are we?" Epona nuzzles Sara. "Hush, young one, you are not familiar with time-travel. Even I know that we are where we were. Except we are in her time." I walk over to Sara. "It's okay. She's right. You are in my time, and you are welcome here." "…Why do I have a feeling that I know you?" Epona walks up to her master's future ancestor, and looks down at him. "Because, young one, I am your ancestor's mare. I came from the past, of the year 1423, the year of the Great War, and of many things." "My ancestor? Was he a full-blooded Scot as well?" Epona tosses her head. "Yes. He was… or is… Time-Traveling is VERY complicated." "Really, for someone who gets thrust into the past regularly for random reasons depending on the situation, I can't really describe going back and forth between time periods. I will never look at Hogwarts the same again, now that I have seen it in its full glory. I actually was there in the year of the Great War, and the time that I was there, Rachel had not found, or forged her sword. It wasn't called Brenda back then, it was called The Sword of the Raven by Ravenclaw's foes. Cool name, if you ask me… But…I … can't seem to find her…. Last time I remember having my sword was…"
I look across Fox Lake, painfully remembering my defeat by Gryffindor himself, and I notice a ship is in the water, her colors flying. I can see someone standing with their arms on the railing. Whoever it is waves at me, and I wave back. "Glad to see that you are alright! You had all of us worried for a while." "Hello to you as well, Kris!" I then look down. That's when it comes to me. "I fought Gryffindor…" I start walking around, trying to find the exact spot where he stabbed me with his sword, the very same one that, now tarnished with age, but still strong as the day it was forged, hangs above the Headmaster's Desk in the Office. "…Here. And my sword flew out of my hands… and landed…" I start walking around. "…around here. Now… if no one knew about it…then…" I drop to my knees, and start to dig around in the sand, hoping to uncover my sword. I don't. "Come on…where are you? I know you are here somewhere…" "…If you lost your sword in the past, wouldn't it still be there?" I look up at Link. "I hadn't thought of that." He helps me up, and I stand there, wondering what to do. "I think that I'm going to have to go back… I just don't know how…"
Sara walks up to me. "Maybe I could…no… I don't want to hurt you…" I look at her, thinking about a book that I read once, I can't remember the name at the moment, but a guy crash-landed his ship on a planet, he lost his memory, apparently his crew member died, and he regains his memories by hurting himself intentionally or unintentionally , or getting other people to knocking him unconscious. It scares me, but I know that I have to do this. "Sara." She lift her head to look at me. "Yes?" "I need you to do something for me." "Which is?" "Kick me." She snorts in shock. "What? Why?" "I'll explain later- if you won't do it, I'll do it myself." Sara flattens her ears, but she steps back, turns around, whispers "I'm sorry" to me, and kicks me. Hard.