Ugh…I spent like the whole of last night trying to catch the goddamn Heatran in Platinum, and I ended up using all of my 40 pokeballs. (Stupid ultra ball, I thought you were supposed to be good…) Still haven't caught it yet, and I had to start over :(
I had completely forgot to mention this at the first chapter (I shall add it later) but there will be language.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Zelda, nor do I own the Harry Potter series, thank ye.
Chapter Ten
Link bounded down the stairs towards the Great Hall, Zelda in tow a few feet behind him.
"C'mon, hurry up!" he called, slowing down his pace.
"We are in no rush," she replied calmly, walking in step with him. "I know you're happy to be out of the hospital wing, but breakfast hasn't even started yet. We have plenty of time."
Link cackled. "Yeah I know, but it feels so much better out here! And at least I got to skip detention with the pink keese."
Zelda's lip turned upwards. "I'm sure she's going to have you make it up. And you can ask Harry about what happened." Link's expression turned sour.
"Ugh. I wonder what she's going to make us do, knit her sweaters?" he griped. Zelda giggled, and they continued making their way down the ever changing flights of stairs. When they stepped into the hall, there were only a few students scattered about, and the two Hylians took their seats almost unnoticed.
Good, Link mused, I hope the news of yesterday didn't spread too much. But knowing the general public, the chances of that happening were little to none.
They ate their food with little talk, and were joined by the Golden Trio minutes later. Seeing Link in his usual spot stuffing himself, their faces lit up and they quickly sat down in their respective seats.
Harry poured himself a goblet of pumpkin juice. "You feeling okay? Since you collapsed so suddenly yesterday."
"I'm fine," answered Link. He caught a look from Zelda, and nodded ever so slightly. "It happens a lot."
"Why? Is it some kind of illness?" Hermione asked carefully.
Zelda's sharp eyes bore into him. They didn't see the scar.
Link coughed awkwardly, and looked away. "Uh…"
"It's okay," Hermione said quickly. "You don't have to tell us if you don't want to."
On the other side of the table, Harry had finished his breakfast pretty quickly, and had whipped out a journal and scribbled something inside. Link cocked his head to the side.
"What's that?" he asked him.
Harry looked up. "What? Oh, this is the dream journal that Professor Trelawney assigned us."
Realization dawned on Link. "Din-dammit!" he cursed quietly, standing up, preparing to make a mad dash back to their dorms. He felt a hand on his arm, and he looked down. There was a small smile on Zelda's face, and he sat down, remembering.
"What's wrong? Did you not do it?" Ron asked, half a scone in his mouth.
Link shook his head in relief. "I forgot it was already done."
He shot a grateful look at Zelda, who was sipping her tea calmly while her eyes glowed with mirth.
"Oh yeah, Harry," said Link, as said boy had put away his journal with a sigh of relief. "What does Umbridge make us do in detention?"
An unpleasant look crossed Harry's face, and he grimaced. "Lines."
Link frowned. "Ew."
The day passed on like any other, and only a few students had gone up to him asking of yesterday's incident, to which he responded with a vague, "medical issues."
As the last class of the day was finally over, Link glared at the list of homework that he had been assigned, and he slowly made his way to the Great Hall, dreading the detention that would take place after dinner. He fell into his usual seat next to Zelda, who greeted him with a light smile as he sat down.
"So how was your day today?" he said conversationally, reaching over to grab a plate of bread and butter.
Zelda's eyebrow twitched. "It was okay," she replied curtly, cutting into her steak rather violently. "Umbridge was hell."
Link shot her a look of sympathy, and patted her shoulder with a dramatic look. "My condolences, princess. But at least you don't have detention with her."
"And whose fault is that?" Zelda responded, lifting a fork to her mouth.
"Umbridge's," Link answered darkly, and Zelda laughed, lightly cuffing him on the head. He grinned, and dug back into his meal, his spirits lifted.
Harry and the others joined them after a while, sinking into the bench with an unhappy look on his face. He glowered at his food, and stabbed his fork and knife into his meat pie.
"What's wrong?" Zelda asked.
"Angelina scolded him for not being able to attend Friday's Quidditch tryouts," Ron answered. "Said she wasn't impressed with his attitude and that he should put training before other commitments."
"I have detention!" Harry burst out angrily. "Do you think I'd rather be stuck in a room with the old toad or playing Quidditch?"
"At least it's only lines," Hermione said consolingly. "It's not like it's some kind of cruel punishment…" Harry opened his mouth, and then closed it again, nodding. The only sound following that was of the sound of forks and knives scraping against their plates. The silence was broken by Link as he spoke up.
"…What's Quidditch?" he asked guiltily. Two pairs of eyes darted to him in surprise.
Ron slammed down his goblet. "What's Quidditch?!"
"Why it's only the best sport on earth!" Harry exclaimed, almost scandalized.
Hermione sighed. "Calm down, not everyone's as excited about Quidditch as you two are."
At this Ron wagged a finger. "I beg to differ. Did you see how many people were at the cup last year? Or our Quidditch games in school?"
Hermione sighed once again, but did not respond. Turning to Link, she explained, "You know of soccer, baseball, and basketball right?" A jumbled nod. "Well it's sort of like a combination of all three, but it's played on broomsticks in the air."
"Ah," said Link, still somewhat confused. An odd image floated around in his head; what kind of sport had people hovering in the air whacking balls with broomsticks?
"Your explanation doesn't do it much justice," Ron scoffed. The bushy haired girl shot him a glare which he ignored. "You'll see later," he said, turning to Link who nodded in answer.
"But anyway, I can't believe how much homework we got," Link said miserably, changing the subject. "I'll never finish it with today's detention."
Harry nodded dejectedly. "True, guess we'll be sacrificing our sleep." Link's face transformed into a horrified expression, drawing laughter from around the group, him joining in as well.
Harry trudged into Umbridge's office with Link trailing behind him. As they entered through the door, Harry studied the other boy's expression, and was secretly amused to see that it was akin to his the first time he had stepped in.
"Ah, welcome," Professor Umbridge greeted sweetly from her desk. Seeing Link, she added, "Great to see that Mr. Ordona could make it here to."
It seemed like Link attempted to smile back at her, but only managed a half grimace. Harry moved mechanically to his desk, and Umbridge handed him the quill. Guiding Link to the desk next to Harry, Umbridge gave him a quill and pointed at the board.
"Now, I want you to write, 'I must not tell lies'," she told him. Link's face twitched, but he accepted the pen silently.
"How many times?" he asked.
Umbridge's smile grew wider. "As many times as it takes to sink in."
With an unnerved look on his face, Link sat down. "…Professor Umbridge?"
"Yes dear?" Umbridge said, now sitting at her desk.
"There's no ink," said Link.
"There's no need for it," she laughed. Link turned to Harry, who shot him an empathetic look. He made a gesture mimicking a cut into his hand, and the blond boy's expression darkened.
Harry turned back to his paper and continued scrawling down the lines. There was a sharp intake of breath, and turning his head to the left, Harry carefully gauged Link's expression.
Confusion marred the other boy's face. "Professor? Nothing's happening."
Umbridge stood up from her seat and ambled over to their desks. "What do you mean, dear?"
Link held up his left hand. "Am I supposed to be writing nothing?" Umbridge looked down, and sure enough, his paper was still completely blank.
"Try again, maybe it'll work this time honey," she said. Link pressed the quill onto the paper and scribbled out some words. Nothing.
"Let me see your hand-" Umbridge grabbed Link's hand and paused. "What, is this?" Her expression was stiff and her voice hard.
"A birthmark," Link replied tersely. Yanking on Link's arm, Umbridge brought the appendage into Harry's line of sight.
"Mr. Potter, does this look anything like a birthmark?" she said softly. On Link's hand were three triangles. They connected to form a larger triangle, and if Harry had squinted, he might have thought that it was glowing gently.
"Of course, it looks just like a birthmark, Professor Umbridge," Harry answered automatically, mentally smirking.
Letting out a disgusted sigh, Umbridge turned back to Link. "Tattoos are not allowed in school."
"But it's not a tattoo!" Link protested. Umbridge stared at him with a venomous look and pulled out her wand.
"Ten points from Gryffindor, for having an exposed tattoo, and for talking back to a teacher," declared Umbridge. She then pointed her wand at Link's hand, and muttered a quiet incantation.
She pulled on Link's arm, and studied the mark expectantly. Seeing that nothing had changed, she let go of the other boy's arm with an irritated expression. "Use your other hand."
"But Professor, I can't write with my other hand," said Link, feigning innocence. Harry hid a grin under his hand, and he tried to focus on his own work.
Umbridge's beady eyes flashed. "Well try to get used to it, dear." The last word was coated in sickly sweetness, and Harry almost cringed at the sound of it.
A small smile grew on Link's face, which went unnoticed by the toad. "Yes professor."
Unlike Harry's first encounter with the pen, there was no gasp or sign of surprise as the quill cut into flesh, and for an hour, the two sat quietly, scratching out words in their own blood.
Umbridge stood up and the two ceased their writing. She marched over to Harry's desk. "Hand."
He held out the limb, and Umbridge inspected it with a critical eye. She seemed satisfied with the red and inflamed skin and dismissed him. Harry did not bolt out of the classroom as he had done last time however, instead choosing to stay and wait for Link.
Umbridge was now in front of the blond boy's desk, and she peered down at Link's hand, hissing. "What, is this, Mr. Ordona?" To which the boy shrugged in reply.
Harry craned his neck to get a glimpse of what Link had managed in the hour and a half inside their detention, and after seeing Link's handiwork, he suppressed the loud snicker that was bubbling in his mouth.
"Tell me, Mr. Ordona," Umbridge said, her voice dangerously low. "What is it that you have written in the past hour?"
Link's face remained impassive. "I must not tell lies."
Umbridge's sickly sweet smile faltered. "That's not what the vulgar phrase you've written is telling me though."
"Ah, trick of the light maybe?" Link suggested innocently. "All this pink in the room can really mess with one's vision you know." Harry accidentally let out a snigger at the boy's disguised insult, and he was rewarded with a glower from the toad.
"Mr. Potter, your presence here is not required. I have dismissed you, so please leave," Professor Umbridge snapped. In response, Harry sidled his way out the door, but he remained within hearing range of the conversation between the two.
"Now," Umbridge continued. "That will be another week of detention; I will see you in class tomorrow." The door slammed shut, and Link hopped out, looking pretty relieved.
"Phew, I thought she was going to skin me," said Link, tugging on the collar of his button up shirt.
"Me too," Harry agreed. Then he cracked a grin. "That was fantastic, by the way."
A similar smile grew on Link's lips, and he smirked. "I try my best."
The two boys walked as fast as they could towards the Gryffindor tower, and once they had stepped in through the painting, both students pulled out their pile of homework, identical looks of dread on their faces as they continued to scribble out lines.
"From Umbridge to this," Link whined. "Don't we ever get a break?"
Harry shrugged. "I'd fancy one right now, but I'd end up in detention with Snape if I don't finish his moonstone essay."
Link cursed, and dug around in his bag, yanking out another piece of parchment. "Forgot about it."
It was half past two when Harry finished the last sentence of his essay, and he breathed a sigh of relief, tucking away the piece of parchment into his bag. Link had still a bit left to go, and the blond boy looked up.
"Go on without me," said Link. "I'll be finished in a few minutes."
Harry nodded, and he staggered to his bed, not even bothering to change into his night clothes. He fell asleep immediately, still on top of the covers and fully clothed.
Link fell out of the bed, releasing a surprised yelp when he made contact with the hard floor. The cold stone slapped his face, and he jumped up, only to trip with his legs tangled into the covers. There were snickers around the room and he groaned.
"Very smooth," laughed Harry. Link groggily looked up, and for once all the tenants in the dorm were present.
"G'morning," said Link, preparing to dive back to bed. "If you're all still here then that means I can sleep more."
"No way," grinned Ron, though he seemed just as sleepy as Link. "You'd probably sleep through the whole day if we let you now."
"I'm glad you guys have so much faith in me," mumbled Link into his pillow. He knew they were right, so he pushed himself back up, and kneeled down to dig for his clothes.
"Well, we'll be going first," said Seamus, turning towards the door. Link gave a small wave in acknowledgement. Seamus, Dean, and Neville stepped out, leaving just Link, Harry, and Ron in the dorm.
"You can go too, if you want," said Link, not looking up from his trunk.
"Nah, we'll wait," said Ron. Link gave a particularly harsh yank on one shirt, knocking out his adventure pouch in the process. One of his clawshots fell out, and his eyes widened.
Farore fuck's sake, he cursed, quickly snatching the clawshot and trying but failing to stuff it back inside. The other two boys in the room had seen it, and Harry spoke up.
"What's that?" he asked curiously.
Link held up the item cautiously. "This?"
Stall stall stall gotta think of something quick! He chanted in his head.
"Yeah," said Ron. "Looks pretty cool, what it is?"
"Uh…" Link paused, "it's a Muggle device. My friend's an inventor, so he tinkers around with scraps he finds."
"But I've never heard of it before," Harry said skeptically.
"My pair is the only ones that exist right now," said Link, sweating slightly. "It's pretty unheard of it, so…yeah."
"Pair?" noticed Ron.
Link reached down and pulled out his other clawshot. "It works better as a pair."
"So what's it do?" asked Harry.
"Well," began Link. "You point it at something," he aimed one clawshot at the ceiling. "And you shoot it-" There was a loud clunk, and the other two boys jumped. Link was now hanging from the ceiling, and Harry and Ron grinned in amazement.
"Wow!" cried Ron.
Link quickly shoved the clawshots away. "Now, don't tell anyone you saw it, Hermione's okay, but that's it."
Harry and Ron nodded vehemently.
"You…You reckon I could try it?" asked Ron, wonder shining in his eyes.
Link grinned widely. "Maybe later, but Hermione and Zelda are probably waiting for us."
Harry and Ron sees Link's clawshots…dun dun dun. Okay so it's not that important, but it was fun to write. Now, many people have asked me this, and yes, Link is able to turn into a wolf. He just needs to touch and draw on the power of the shadow crystal thing.
A big thank you to Guest, Isli, Dragonspirit996, XHikariSoraX, MissMoe, Anonymous yeah, and jacobo136 for reviewing!
Guest: I agree wholeheartedly! And thank you for the review!
Isli: Thank you very much! Your review had me squealing like a little school girl, lol. I'm delighted that you like my story so much, and have a great day as well!
MissMoe: Very observant, but I shall not spoil too much. I'm glad that you're so interested and I hope you'll continue to support this story! Thanks for reviewing!
Dragonspirit996: I do believe I was a bit harsh on her, but Umbridge… is not a very pitiable character, heh.
XHikariSoraX: This chapter didn't really do much for the Zelda part of the plot, did it? Tatl and Tael's involvement shall be explained later, and thanks for the review too!
Jacobo136: Haha, too bad it doesn't…otherwise I'd be spamming my favorite stories with it, lol. Anyway, I'm happy that you reviewed, and thanks!
Anonymous yeah: I would never dream of rushing my chapters, but I'd hate for you guys to wait too long. I believe your question was answered, and I'm elated that you like my story, thanks for the review too! (tp was the first Zelda game I had ever played, and I love it!)
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