The next morning at breakfast, Ron glanced up at the staff table.
"Harkinian and Koke are both gone. . ."
"They're in the hospital wing," Hermione said. "I asked McGonagall this morning. She didn't tell me why, though-I just wanted to know if we'd overheard something yesterday that we weren't supposed to know. And guess who else is missing? Ginny."
"I think she's over-reacting," Ron laughed. "I mean, it was just a kiss! Can't she get over it? I thought she still liked you, Harry!"
"Well, you were right," Harry sighed, poking at his eggs. "I'm not changing the subject on purpose here, but there's another thing about the bar yesterday that I'm still confused by a bit."
"What?" Hermione asked, smiling.
"That is the THIRD person who called Harkinian a princess," Harry answered. "Don't you guys think that's weird?"
"Yes," Ron answered immediately. "Very."
"I don't know," Hermione replied. "Maybe it's just like her nickname or something. or not," she added, upon seeing Ron and Harry's unconvinced expressions.
"I wish we could look into it somehow," Harry sighed. "This is all just so confusing."
"You said it," Ron said, standing up. "Well, I've got to go. I promised Hagrid I'd help him out with the Jarveys-we're feeding them." He walked away.
"Oh, that reminds me," Hermione said quickly, standing up. "I've got to go to the library. I promised Neville I'd help him with his report on the Polyjuice Potion for Snape." She winked at Harry, walking away.
Sighing, Harry stood up as well. He slowly walked down the hallway. He was just passing Zelda's door when he heard sounds coming from behind it. Screaming, shouting, the sound of things crashing.
Worried, Harry wrenched the door open and ran inside. The room was deserted, but the noises were still there. He traced the sounds to a cupboard towards the ceiling. Standing on his toes, he was able to nudge the door open, and the noises indeed became louder.
"A jobberknoll!" Harry exclaimed, seeing a rush of feathers. Not able to see what he was touching very well, he ran his hand around the cupboard. Suddenly, his fingers felt liquid. The next moment, he felt his feet leave the ground, and he was pulled upward.
Harry sat up and looked around him. He was in someone's bedroom-and a fancy one at that. His mouth dropped when he was hit with realization. Harry remembered from yesterday what his DATDA teacher had said was in her cupboard-he was in her Pensieve.
Quickly standing up, Harry turned around. He saw the body of a girl about sixteen or seventeen years old crouching in the corner of her bed. She bore a striking resemblance to his teacher-in fact, she looked exactly like her, only her ears were pointed at the top.
A knock came at the door. Harry saw the girl's eyes look up at it. "Whoever it is, go away now!" she shouted.
"Princess?" came a voice behind the door. "Open up, please! It's Link!"
"My father sent you, I know he did!" the princess yelled. "Leave me alone! I'm not going, and you can't make me!"
"Perhaps not, but I can still get into this room!"
"No you can't!"
The next second, Harry saw a young man about the same age as the princess walk into the room, looking rather annoyed. The princess looked disappointed. "How'd you-"
"Skeleton key," Link interrupted. Harry's mouth dropped. He looked just like Koke, except for the pointed ears-they even had the same first name!
"Go away!" the princess hissed through gritted teeth, sitting up.
Link crossed the room towards her bed. Harry quickly walked to the other side of the room, and tried to open the door. It was locked.
"Please Zelda," Link whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed. "This night is very important to your father!"
"That's why I'm not going!" Zelda shouted. "I can't! I won't!"
"You've got to!" Link pleaded, reaching forward and grabbing her wrists.
"What're you going to do?" Zelda smirked. "Try and seduce me in order to get me to go? Not gonna work."
"Not a bad idea, Princess." Link shoved Zelda onto the floor, and her eyes widened.
"You'd better not, Link! I'm warning you, you'd better not!"
But before Zelda had a chance to crawl away, Link pressed her shoulders to the ground. He suddenly started kissing her lips passionately. Zelda suddenly seemed less tense, but Harry was mortified.
"Stop." Zelda whispered automatically, thought not really having any emotion when she said it. Link suddenly became aware of what he had been doing, and sat up. Then Zelda leapt on top of him, kissing him whole- heartedly.
Harry tried the door again. Still locked. Suddenly, the room swirled away, and Harry found himself in a green field. He looked around, and saw two small children running along a beach, laughing.
"Be careful, you two!" called out a middle-aged woman, sitting in the grass close by. Harry walked closer to her. She had blue markings on her face, and graying hair.
"We'll be fine, Impa!" shouted the little girl. The small boy took her distraction to his advantage, splashing water on her back. "LINK!! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR THAT!"
Looking closer, Harry arched his eyebrows. Could those two kids possibly be the two.elves he had seen in the last place?
"Try and get me, Zellie!" Link taunted, running off.
Yes. They were. Then the beach faded away, and was replaced by a large ball room, filled with people dancing and chatting away.
Harry looked around him. He saw several royal figures scattered about the place, and others who looked like dukes, duchesses, or others of that sort. He could see a young looking man with shining black hair and a brilliant smile, headed right towards him.
Turning around, Harry gaped. He could see his DATDA teacher, wearing a pale blue dress, amethyst jewelry, and small silver circlet on her golden hair. She looked completely bored, but put on a smile as the black-haired man approached her.
"Princess Zelda, I would be honored to have this dance with you," he said, bowing and kissing her hand.
"The pleasure would be mine, Prince Marth," Zelda said back. "I'm sure." She held out her arm, and he took it. The two of them stepped onto the dance floor.
Two men wearing billowing red robes and large golden crowns walked up behind Harry. "They'll make a lovely match," said one of them.
The other man sighed with happiness. "Ah, young love!"
Harry looked again at Zelda. From her expression, it was easy to tell that the last thing she felt was love. He walked away, interested to hear what others had to say.
"She's such a lovely girl," sighed one elderly woman. "Oh, I'd give anything to have looked that way when I was her age! You know, I do believe that she and Prince Marth are to soon be engaged!"
"If they are, he ought to break it," said another old woman.
"Why is that?"
"I've never seen a woman in love look so bored before."
Harry glanced in one of the corners of the room, seeing someone who wasn't dressed as. . .nicely as all the others. He did a double take. It looked like Koke, brooding in the corner with a sword at his side. Harry followed his gaze. Link was staring at Marth and Zelda, with a look full of jealousy and anger.
Once the dance was over, Marth led Zelda out of the ball room. Link tried to follow, but was stopped by some guards. Harry on the other hand, easily slipped through the door way just as Marth closed it behind them.
"What is it you wanted to ask me?" Zelda inquired.
"Come in here," Marth said, taking her into his bedroom. Zelda sat down a chair and looked at him expectantly.
"Well, what is it?"
Harry suddenly felt the hairs on his neck stand on end. Something told him that he shouldn't be there and neither should Zelda. . .
Marth got down on one knee next to the chair Zelda was sitting on. "Zelda, I would indeed be grateful if you would please. . .marry me."
Zelda looked as though she had been hit by a ton of bricks. Her mouth opened, but she couldn't speak. Marth smiled.
"I see you are speechless. You must certainly be joyful of my proposal, considering the fact that-"
"N-no," Zelda interrupted, finally having found her voice.
"What?"
"No!" Zelda repeated, a little more firmly. "Marth, I. . .I can't marry you!" The prince was infuriated, but the princess continued. "I simply cannot marry you!"
"What do you mean by that?!" Marth spat. "For what possible reason could you want to refuse my offer of marriage?"
"Marth, I. . .I don't love you!"
Harry knew he shouldn't have followed them.
"I can't marry you, because I do not love you!" Zelda cried, standing up. "My heart belongs to another!"
"And who is that?!" Marth barked, also standing. "Is it Link, your precious fairy boy?! The one who's saved you so many times, the filthy peasant!"
But before Zelda had a chance to respond, Marth grabbed her arm and threw her onto the bed. Now feeling rather anxious, Harry ran for the door. Again, it had been locked. Shouting in frustration, he closed his eyes tightly, still facing the door.
"Marth, don't you even dare!" he could hear Zelda whisper.
"What are you going to do about it, Princess?"
Harry gritted his teeth, as he heard moaning and subdued screams coming from someone right behind him. Seconds later, he could hear footsteps outside the door.
"What's going on in there?!" Harry heard someone shout, knocking.
But suddenly, the room vanished into darkness-a new memory. This time, Harry found himself in a dark, stingy dungeon. He could hear water dripping slowly somewhere in the distance.
"Bring her in."
Harry looked up, and saw a green, red-haired man sitting on a large throne. He was what Harry had seen his teacher's boggart turn into- Gannondorf. On either side of his throne was an old woman, and an older man.
"Let go of me, you Moblins!" came a feminine voice.
Harry turned around again. A girl of about twenty one or two had her hands tied behind her back, and three grotesque figures holding onto her. Gannondorf snapped his fingers, and the figures Harry supposed were moblins dropped the young woman to the stoney ground. They walked away.
Grinning evilly, Gannondorf stood up and walked towards the woman. "Good evening, Zelda." She merely glared at him. "I now have the whole Harkinian family within my thresh-hold." He gestured towards the two people by his throne-the king and queen.
Harry's mouth dropped again. That confirmed it. The two elf-like people he had previously seen were definteley Harkinian and Koke.
"You'll never have the Triforce!" Zelda barked. "I would rather die first than give it to you, you monster!"
Gannondorf only laughed. "Perhaps you WOULD rather die." He grabbed the necks of the King and Queen, dragging them closer to Zelda.
"Don't you dare hurt my parents!" Zelda screamed, trying vainly to undo the ropes that bound her.
"Hurt them?" Gannondorf laughed. "I was thinking more along the lines of killing." He walked over to Zelda, and untied her hands. She stood up, but didn't dare run away.
Zelda's expression angered. "Don't you even try!"
"I'm afraid I'll have to if you continue to disagree with me, my dear." Gannondorf walked up to Zelda, placed a long finer under her chin, and kissed her intensely.
"Stop!" Zelda cried, jerking away from him. "You're disgusting!"
"Call it what you like!" Gannondorf laughed. "I call it pleasureful. But anyway, back to buisiness: the Triforce, or your parents?"
"Daughter," the King said. "Do not give him the Triforce."
"But father, he-"
"Zelda, we must be willing to sacrifice ourselves for the country," the Queen whispered in a hoarse voice. "Hyrule cannot survive with selfish rulers."
"Mother, what're you saying?!" Zelda cried. "You can't! I'll not let him kill you!"
"But Zelda," her father said. "If you give him the Triforce, you'll simply be handing the whole country over to him! Do not do it! And besides daughter, think logically! Do you honestly think we could walk out of here alive if we simply handed him the Triforce? We would end up dying anyway!"
"You can't be sure of that!" Gannondorf spat. "I may be willing to spare a few heads if the Triforce was handed over peacefully!"
"You've never done anything peaceful in your life!" Zelda accused. At this, Gannondorf snapped his fingers again. Several moblins walked up to Zelda, tying her hands together once more.
"Make up your mind already, will you!?" Gannondorf snarled, annoyed. "This shouldn't be too difficult a choice for you, Princess!"
"I know!" Zelda yelled. She stared at her parents, occasionally glancing at Gannondorf and the moblins.
A smile curled onto Gannondorf's face. Harry gasped. He knew what was going to happen to his teacher's parents.
"I rather like hasty decisions," Gannondorf drawled. "And I'm afraid you're time is up, Princess. I'll have to take action."
"Don't you do ANYTHING, Gannondorf!" Zelda shouted.
"What's to stop me?!" Ganon laughed. He wrenched a whip out of his pocket, and flicked it at the King and Queen's backs.
"NO, STOP!" Zelda screamed, petrified. "I'll-"
"No, don't give it to him!" the Queen cried, writhing in agony. "Our time has come, Zelda! Don't give in!"
"NO, mother, what're you saying?!" Zelda yelled. "HE'S GOING TO KILL YOU!!"
"No, you think?" Gannondorf laughed, taking an axe from one of the moblins. He stepped behind Zelda's father. "Long live the King!"
Harry clamped his eyes shut. He heard a thump noise, followed by an horrifed scream. He opened his eyes again, only to see the King's headless body. The head lay in front of the Queen's terrified body.
"DON'T YOU DARE HURT MY MOTHER!!" Zelda shrieked, tears seeping onto her face and torn dress.
"Oh, curses!" Gannondorf said. "I forgot completely! My dear Princess, I should like to make something be known to you: over the past few years, I have gained a new best friend. We are very much alike, he and I." Gannondorf walked back to his throne and picked up a long, thin piece of wood-a wand. "Would you like to know his name?"
Zelda, still traumatized, stared at her mother, who returned the petrified look.
"Voldemort!" Harry shouted, just as Gannondorf whispered the name. Ganon walked up to the Queen and pointed his wand at her. "My little friend has also taught me a few good tricks and spells. Allow me to demonstrate. Crucio!"
The Queen's body twitched and twisted on the ground, as she experienced the most unbelievable pain. Screams echoed off the walls.
"STOP, YOU MONSTER!" Zelda shouted, falling to the ground. Gannondorf kept the Cruciatus spell going, but he nodded at one of his moblins.
The moblin also pulled out a wand, pointing it at Zelda. "CRUCIO!!"
Harry watched in horror as he saw both his teacher and her mother getting tortured, screaming in pain. It was no wonder that Zelda had been so keen to get rid of this memory.
A few minutes later, Gannondorf and the Moblin stopped. Zelda, covered in sweat, tears, and blood, tried vainly to stand up.
"Time to say good-bye to mummy, Princess," Gannondorf sneered. "I still prefer the old axe for killing rather than wands. So, here we go. Quick and easy." Without another word, he swished down the axe onto the Queen's neck.
"NO!" Zelda shouted.
"Sorry, you're a bit late, my dear," Gannondorf laughed. "Now both of your parents are dead, but I am still Triforce-less."
"I'm not giving it to you, Gannondorf!" Zelda cried. "Why do you think I would give you the Triforce for killing my parents?"
Harry thought this was a good question. Gannondorf walked right past him, towards Zelda, still holding the axe. He looked ready to swing it, then stopped. "No, I don't think I will kill you. You're the only one who can give me the Triforce."
"So what are you going to do?"
Gannondorf knelt in front of Zelda, holding up the axe. "Hold out your arm." He grabbed Zelda's arm, and held the axe up to it. He put the tip of it onto her shoulder, and dragged it lightly down to her elbow joint.
Suddenly, Harry heard the fluttering of wings. He turned around and saw Fawkes flying towards him. "Fawkes? What're you doing here?"
The phoenix merely picked up Harry by the shoulders, and pulled him out of the Pensieve. Stunned, Harry found himself standing in his professor's dark room. Fawkes gave him a look that was rather difficult to translate.
"It was an accident!" Harry defended, feeling that the bird was accusing him. In response to this, Fawkes flew out the window towards Dumbledore's tower.
As Harry walked back to the Gryffindor common room, he thought about Fawkes. From previous experiences, he had thought that the person who owned the Pensieve was the only one that could take you out of it again.but Fawkes had proven him wrong.
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YOWZA! sry if u didn't like that.im trying.
"They're in the hospital wing," Hermione said. "I asked McGonagall this morning. She didn't tell me why, though-I just wanted to know if we'd overheard something yesterday that we weren't supposed to know. And guess who else is missing? Ginny."
"I think she's over-reacting," Ron laughed. "I mean, it was just a kiss! Can't she get over it? I thought she still liked you, Harry!"
"Well, you were right," Harry sighed, poking at his eggs. "I'm not changing the subject on purpose here, but there's another thing about the bar yesterday that I'm still confused by a bit."
"What?" Hermione asked, smiling.
"That is the THIRD person who called Harkinian a princess," Harry answered. "Don't you guys think that's weird?"
"Yes," Ron answered immediately. "Very."
"I don't know," Hermione replied. "Maybe it's just like her nickname or something. or not," she added, upon seeing Ron and Harry's unconvinced expressions.
"I wish we could look into it somehow," Harry sighed. "This is all just so confusing."
"You said it," Ron said, standing up. "Well, I've got to go. I promised Hagrid I'd help him out with the Jarveys-we're feeding them." He walked away.
"Oh, that reminds me," Hermione said quickly, standing up. "I've got to go to the library. I promised Neville I'd help him with his report on the Polyjuice Potion for Snape." She winked at Harry, walking away.
Sighing, Harry stood up as well. He slowly walked down the hallway. He was just passing Zelda's door when he heard sounds coming from behind it. Screaming, shouting, the sound of things crashing.
Worried, Harry wrenched the door open and ran inside. The room was deserted, but the noises were still there. He traced the sounds to a cupboard towards the ceiling. Standing on his toes, he was able to nudge the door open, and the noises indeed became louder.
"A jobberknoll!" Harry exclaimed, seeing a rush of feathers. Not able to see what he was touching very well, he ran his hand around the cupboard. Suddenly, his fingers felt liquid. The next moment, he felt his feet leave the ground, and he was pulled upward.
Harry sat up and looked around him. He was in someone's bedroom-and a fancy one at that. His mouth dropped when he was hit with realization. Harry remembered from yesterday what his DATDA teacher had said was in her cupboard-he was in her Pensieve.
Quickly standing up, Harry turned around. He saw the body of a girl about sixteen or seventeen years old crouching in the corner of her bed. She bore a striking resemblance to his teacher-in fact, she looked exactly like her, only her ears were pointed at the top.
A knock came at the door. Harry saw the girl's eyes look up at it. "Whoever it is, go away now!" she shouted.
"Princess?" came a voice behind the door. "Open up, please! It's Link!"
"My father sent you, I know he did!" the princess yelled. "Leave me alone! I'm not going, and you can't make me!"
"Perhaps not, but I can still get into this room!"
"No you can't!"
The next second, Harry saw a young man about the same age as the princess walk into the room, looking rather annoyed. The princess looked disappointed. "How'd you-"
"Skeleton key," Link interrupted. Harry's mouth dropped. He looked just like Koke, except for the pointed ears-they even had the same first name!
"Go away!" the princess hissed through gritted teeth, sitting up.
Link crossed the room towards her bed. Harry quickly walked to the other side of the room, and tried to open the door. It was locked.
"Please Zelda," Link whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed. "This night is very important to your father!"
"That's why I'm not going!" Zelda shouted. "I can't! I won't!"
"You've got to!" Link pleaded, reaching forward and grabbing her wrists.
"What're you going to do?" Zelda smirked. "Try and seduce me in order to get me to go? Not gonna work."
"Not a bad idea, Princess." Link shoved Zelda onto the floor, and her eyes widened.
"You'd better not, Link! I'm warning you, you'd better not!"
But before Zelda had a chance to crawl away, Link pressed her shoulders to the ground. He suddenly started kissing her lips passionately. Zelda suddenly seemed less tense, but Harry was mortified.
"Stop." Zelda whispered automatically, thought not really having any emotion when she said it. Link suddenly became aware of what he had been doing, and sat up. Then Zelda leapt on top of him, kissing him whole- heartedly.
Harry tried the door again. Still locked. Suddenly, the room swirled away, and Harry found himself in a green field. He looked around, and saw two small children running along a beach, laughing.
"Be careful, you two!" called out a middle-aged woman, sitting in the grass close by. Harry walked closer to her. She had blue markings on her face, and graying hair.
"We'll be fine, Impa!" shouted the little girl. The small boy took her distraction to his advantage, splashing water on her back. "LINK!! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR THAT!"
Looking closer, Harry arched his eyebrows. Could those two kids possibly be the two.elves he had seen in the last place?
"Try and get me, Zellie!" Link taunted, running off.
Yes. They were. Then the beach faded away, and was replaced by a large ball room, filled with people dancing and chatting away.
Harry looked around him. He saw several royal figures scattered about the place, and others who looked like dukes, duchesses, or others of that sort. He could see a young looking man with shining black hair and a brilliant smile, headed right towards him.
Turning around, Harry gaped. He could see his DATDA teacher, wearing a pale blue dress, amethyst jewelry, and small silver circlet on her golden hair. She looked completely bored, but put on a smile as the black-haired man approached her.
"Princess Zelda, I would be honored to have this dance with you," he said, bowing and kissing her hand.
"The pleasure would be mine, Prince Marth," Zelda said back. "I'm sure." She held out her arm, and he took it. The two of them stepped onto the dance floor.
Two men wearing billowing red robes and large golden crowns walked up behind Harry. "They'll make a lovely match," said one of them.
The other man sighed with happiness. "Ah, young love!"
Harry looked again at Zelda. From her expression, it was easy to tell that the last thing she felt was love. He walked away, interested to hear what others had to say.
"She's such a lovely girl," sighed one elderly woman. "Oh, I'd give anything to have looked that way when I was her age! You know, I do believe that she and Prince Marth are to soon be engaged!"
"If they are, he ought to break it," said another old woman.
"Why is that?"
"I've never seen a woman in love look so bored before."
Harry glanced in one of the corners of the room, seeing someone who wasn't dressed as. . .nicely as all the others. He did a double take. It looked like Koke, brooding in the corner with a sword at his side. Harry followed his gaze. Link was staring at Marth and Zelda, with a look full of jealousy and anger.
Once the dance was over, Marth led Zelda out of the ball room. Link tried to follow, but was stopped by some guards. Harry on the other hand, easily slipped through the door way just as Marth closed it behind them.
"What is it you wanted to ask me?" Zelda inquired.
"Come in here," Marth said, taking her into his bedroom. Zelda sat down a chair and looked at him expectantly.
"Well, what is it?"
Harry suddenly felt the hairs on his neck stand on end. Something told him that he shouldn't be there and neither should Zelda. . .
Marth got down on one knee next to the chair Zelda was sitting on. "Zelda, I would indeed be grateful if you would please. . .marry me."
Zelda looked as though she had been hit by a ton of bricks. Her mouth opened, but she couldn't speak. Marth smiled.
"I see you are speechless. You must certainly be joyful of my proposal, considering the fact that-"
"N-no," Zelda interrupted, finally having found her voice.
"What?"
"No!" Zelda repeated, a little more firmly. "Marth, I. . .I can't marry you!" The prince was infuriated, but the princess continued. "I simply cannot marry you!"
"What do you mean by that?!" Marth spat. "For what possible reason could you want to refuse my offer of marriage?"
"Marth, I. . .I don't love you!"
Harry knew he shouldn't have followed them.
"I can't marry you, because I do not love you!" Zelda cried, standing up. "My heart belongs to another!"
"And who is that?!" Marth barked, also standing. "Is it Link, your precious fairy boy?! The one who's saved you so many times, the filthy peasant!"
But before Zelda had a chance to respond, Marth grabbed her arm and threw her onto the bed. Now feeling rather anxious, Harry ran for the door. Again, it had been locked. Shouting in frustration, he closed his eyes tightly, still facing the door.
"Marth, don't you even dare!" he could hear Zelda whisper.
"What are you going to do about it, Princess?"
Harry gritted his teeth, as he heard moaning and subdued screams coming from someone right behind him. Seconds later, he could hear footsteps outside the door.
"What's going on in there?!" Harry heard someone shout, knocking.
But suddenly, the room vanished into darkness-a new memory. This time, Harry found himself in a dark, stingy dungeon. He could hear water dripping slowly somewhere in the distance.
"Bring her in."
Harry looked up, and saw a green, red-haired man sitting on a large throne. He was what Harry had seen his teacher's boggart turn into- Gannondorf. On either side of his throne was an old woman, and an older man.
"Let go of me, you Moblins!" came a feminine voice.
Harry turned around again. A girl of about twenty one or two had her hands tied behind her back, and three grotesque figures holding onto her. Gannondorf snapped his fingers, and the figures Harry supposed were moblins dropped the young woman to the stoney ground. They walked away.
Grinning evilly, Gannondorf stood up and walked towards the woman. "Good evening, Zelda." She merely glared at him. "I now have the whole Harkinian family within my thresh-hold." He gestured towards the two people by his throne-the king and queen.
Harry's mouth dropped again. That confirmed it. The two elf-like people he had previously seen were definteley Harkinian and Koke.
"You'll never have the Triforce!" Zelda barked. "I would rather die first than give it to you, you monster!"
Gannondorf only laughed. "Perhaps you WOULD rather die." He grabbed the necks of the King and Queen, dragging them closer to Zelda.
"Don't you dare hurt my parents!" Zelda screamed, trying vainly to undo the ropes that bound her.
"Hurt them?" Gannondorf laughed. "I was thinking more along the lines of killing." He walked over to Zelda, and untied her hands. She stood up, but didn't dare run away.
Zelda's expression angered. "Don't you even try!"
"I'm afraid I'll have to if you continue to disagree with me, my dear." Gannondorf walked up to Zelda, placed a long finer under her chin, and kissed her intensely.
"Stop!" Zelda cried, jerking away from him. "You're disgusting!"
"Call it what you like!" Gannondorf laughed. "I call it pleasureful. But anyway, back to buisiness: the Triforce, or your parents?"
"Daughter," the King said. "Do not give him the Triforce."
"But father, he-"
"Zelda, we must be willing to sacrifice ourselves for the country," the Queen whispered in a hoarse voice. "Hyrule cannot survive with selfish rulers."
"Mother, what're you saying?!" Zelda cried. "You can't! I'll not let him kill you!"
"But Zelda," her father said. "If you give him the Triforce, you'll simply be handing the whole country over to him! Do not do it! And besides daughter, think logically! Do you honestly think we could walk out of here alive if we simply handed him the Triforce? We would end up dying anyway!"
"You can't be sure of that!" Gannondorf spat. "I may be willing to spare a few heads if the Triforce was handed over peacefully!"
"You've never done anything peaceful in your life!" Zelda accused. At this, Gannondorf snapped his fingers again. Several moblins walked up to Zelda, tying her hands together once more.
"Make up your mind already, will you!?" Gannondorf snarled, annoyed. "This shouldn't be too difficult a choice for you, Princess!"
"I know!" Zelda yelled. She stared at her parents, occasionally glancing at Gannondorf and the moblins.
A smile curled onto Gannondorf's face. Harry gasped. He knew what was going to happen to his teacher's parents.
"I rather like hasty decisions," Gannondorf drawled. "And I'm afraid you're time is up, Princess. I'll have to take action."
"Don't you do ANYTHING, Gannondorf!" Zelda shouted.
"What's to stop me?!" Ganon laughed. He wrenched a whip out of his pocket, and flicked it at the King and Queen's backs.
"NO, STOP!" Zelda screamed, petrified. "I'll-"
"No, don't give it to him!" the Queen cried, writhing in agony. "Our time has come, Zelda! Don't give in!"
"NO, mother, what're you saying?!" Zelda yelled. "HE'S GOING TO KILL YOU!!"
"No, you think?" Gannondorf laughed, taking an axe from one of the moblins. He stepped behind Zelda's father. "Long live the King!"
Harry clamped his eyes shut. He heard a thump noise, followed by an horrifed scream. He opened his eyes again, only to see the King's headless body. The head lay in front of the Queen's terrified body.
"DON'T YOU DARE HURT MY MOTHER!!" Zelda shrieked, tears seeping onto her face and torn dress.
"Oh, curses!" Gannondorf said. "I forgot completely! My dear Princess, I should like to make something be known to you: over the past few years, I have gained a new best friend. We are very much alike, he and I." Gannondorf walked back to his throne and picked up a long, thin piece of wood-a wand. "Would you like to know his name?"
Zelda, still traumatized, stared at her mother, who returned the petrified look.
"Voldemort!" Harry shouted, just as Gannondorf whispered the name. Ganon walked up to the Queen and pointed his wand at her. "My little friend has also taught me a few good tricks and spells. Allow me to demonstrate. Crucio!"
The Queen's body twitched and twisted on the ground, as she experienced the most unbelievable pain. Screams echoed off the walls.
"STOP, YOU MONSTER!" Zelda shouted, falling to the ground. Gannondorf kept the Cruciatus spell going, but he nodded at one of his moblins.
The moblin also pulled out a wand, pointing it at Zelda. "CRUCIO!!"
Harry watched in horror as he saw both his teacher and her mother getting tortured, screaming in pain. It was no wonder that Zelda had been so keen to get rid of this memory.
A few minutes later, Gannondorf and the Moblin stopped. Zelda, covered in sweat, tears, and blood, tried vainly to stand up.
"Time to say good-bye to mummy, Princess," Gannondorf sneered. "I still prefer the old axe for killing rather than wands. So, here we go. Quick and easy." Without another word, he swished down the axe onto the Queen's neck.
"NO!" Zelda shouted.
"Sorry, you're a bit late, my dear," Gannondorf laughed. "Now both of your parents are dead, but I am still Triforce-less."
"I'm not giving it to you, Gannondorf!" Zelda cried. "Why do you think I would give you the Triforce for killing my parents?"
Harry thought this was a good question. Gannondorf walked right past him, towards Zelda, still holding the axe. He looked ready to swing it, then stopped. "No, I don't think I will kill you. You're the only one who can give me the Triforce."
"So what are you going to do?"
Gannondorf knelt in front of Zelda, holding up the axe. "Hold out your arm." He grabbed Zelda's arm, and held the axe up to it. He put the tip of it onto her shoulder, and dragged it lightly down to her elbow joint.
Suddenly, Harry heard the fluttering of wings. He turned around and saw Fawkes flying towards him. "Fawkes? What're you doing here?"
The phoenix merely picked up Harry by the shoulders, and pulled him out of the Pensieve. Stunned, Harry found himself standing in his professor's dark room. Fawkes gave him a look that was rather difficult to translate.
"It was an accident!" Harry defended, feeling that the bird was accusing him. In response to this, Fawkes flew out the window towards Dumbledore's tower.
As Harry walked back to the Gryffindor common room, he thought about Fawkes. From previous experiences, he had thought that the person who owned the Pensieve was the only one that could take you out of it again.but Fawkes had proven him wrong.
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YOWZA! sry if u didn't like that.im trying.