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Link threw himself into the corner where he had last seen Zelda. Now she was gone. Back at Death Mountain. He'd be no help to her here.

There was a very loud, long silence. McGonagall broke it by stepping forward and putting a hand Link's shoulder. "Who. . .was. . .that?"

Harry gasped. McGonagall hadn't known who Gannondorf had been either. . .

Link slowly stood up. He turned to face Dumbledore, his expression torn between anger and tears. "Albus, may I request a meeting in your office immediately?"

"Yes," Dumbledore answered. "All students, please return to your dormitories at once. All teachers please follow me into my office. Wait a moment, Harry."

Harry stopped walking and faced Dumbledore. "Yes, sir?"

Dumbledore hesitated before he spoke. "Come with us."

Once inside Dumbledore's office, Link collapsed onto a chair. A few small tears escaped his eyes, but he brushed them away quickly. He refused to let himself be seen crying at a desperate time like this.

"Koke," Snape snarled through gritted teeth. "I do believe you've got some explaining to do. Enlighten us."

"Severus, I believe it is I that owes you an explaination," Dumbledore sighed, letting Link release a small sigh of relief. Dumbledore turned to glance at Harry. "Mr. Potter, I would ask that you please DO NOT repeat any of this information to ANY of your friends or classmates. Not even Ron or Hermione. This is strictly confidential."

"Then why is the boy here in the first place?" Snape asked.

"All will reveal itself in due time, Severus," Dumbledore responded. "We may be needing Harry later on...but to answer your earlier question, Minerva, that man was not Voldemort--like he claimed, he is only a friend of his."

"What do you mean, Albus?" Minerva asked worriedly, after flinching at the sound of Voldemort's name. "Was he--"

"I do believe he goes by the name Gannondorf," Dumbledore interrupted. He rotated his chair towards Link. "Is that correct, Link?"

"Yes," he croaked in response. "And he's very--"

"Please, let me explain this," Dumbledore cut in. "Before you and Zelda got your jobs here, you told me the whole story." The Headmaster turned towards his staff. "You see, neither Link or Zelda are from...how would you say it...this earth, or galaxy."

"I KNEW IT!" Snape yelled. He turned towards McGonagall. "Pay up!"

Looking quite peeved, McGonagall flipped a Sickle at Snape. "But Headmaster, if they aren't--"

"Link," Dumbledore said, interrupting for the third time. "Your ears."

Sitting up in his chair, Link reluctantly pulled out his wand. Muttering something quietly, he used it to make his ears resume their normal pointed form. Several of the teachers let out gasps of surprise.

"Y-yer an elf!" Hagrid stammered.

"Yes, that's right," Link growled. "Zelda and I both are. We came to this school because we know Voldemort and Gannondorf are planning to do something terrible...both to England and Hyrule--that's where we come from."

"But how do you know that?" asked Professor Sinistra.

Still brooding, Link pulled a crumpled piece of paper out from his pocket. He gave it to the Astronomy teacher, telling her to read it.

Adjusting her glasses, Sinistra proceeded to read the letter aloud:

'The colored road leads you there, and once I have your princess fair,

That's where you will find us both. Undoubtedly by now, Link, you are filled with anger and loath.

It's not Death Mountain, my dear friend--nor is it around the bend. Yet it is in Hyrule we will reside, so you may want to quicken your stride.

By now I'll have tried to still the Triforce without success; you always beat me I must confess. But until you bring the Triforce to me, Hyrule's heir will never be free.

Ozzy can show you the way to my spot. But he's the head of a tricky lot! Voldemort is at my side, and there's nothing that can stand in the way of our pride!!

So unless you can get to us in time, your dear Princess may be dead 'fore I can think of another ryhme (though I'm trying). Hogwarts is in trouble, so pick up the pace. Or else, it shall be the end of all human race!

As you skip off to your school, remember she's in trouble at all times, YOU FOOL. Danger is upon you and wherever you've kept--

Our plans should bring the spring out of your step.'

The teachers all looked in confusion at Dumbledore and Link (Harry stared at them too). It was a few minutes until Flitwick finally spoke.

"When did you recieve that letter?"

"Just as Zelda and I were applying for the jobs here," Link answered. "Now we're all in very serious jeopardy."

"Wait a moment," McGonagall said hastily, looking over the letter. "How does this make sense, Koke? Who is this 'princess' that...Gannondorf...keeps bringing up?"

"Zelda," Dumbledore answered.

"WHAT?!"

"It's all very simple," Dumbledore continued. "Both the princess and Link had to come here in order to protect Hogwarts from these odious men."

"And who are you?" Snape spat at Link. "Her royal guardian?"

"Something like it. But I'm still having problems with the letter." Link took it out of McGonagall's hands. "Like this 'colored road' and Ozz...I don't know what they are."

Harry gasped loudly. His dream. He remembered his dream.

"What is it, Harry?" Dumbledore asked.

"M-my...one of my..."

"Not another one of your prophetic dreams," Snape drawled.

"I believe it was, Severus," Dumbledore said. "Harry, does this dream you had have anything to do with this?"

"DOES ANYONE HERE KNOW WHAT A MOVIE IS?!" Harry bellowed, becoming desperate. If no one had ever heard of a movie, how were they supposed to know about Judy Garland?

"A what?" all the teachers asked in unison.

"I do," Dumbledore said calmly. "But what does that have to do with this?"

"Professor," Harry said. "In my dream, Malfoy told me to follow the yellow brick road, and so I--"

"The Wizard of Oz," Dumbledore mused. "Ozz...the colored road...you may have something here, Harry!"

"I fail to see the connection," Snape said bitterly.

Dumbledore ignored him. "Harry, where were you when you had this dream!? It's very important that we find out!"

Harry slammed his fist to his forehead, trying to recall exactly what had happened. "I. . .I remembrer a room where Professor McGonagall was dancing to disco music. . ." (McGongall's eye twitched, even though she wasn't entirely sure what disco was) "And then Malfoy told me to follow the. . .NOW I remember, Professor!"

"Well, what was it?" Snape asked impatiently. "We have no time for dramatic tension, Potter!"

"It was in that room," Harry continued. "The room where you go when you need something badly...oh, Professor, you know which one I mean! The room where we had your army last year, the room where you saw the collection of chamber pots!"

"Oh yes," Dumbledore said, his eyes glinting. "We must go there at once! Harry, you take us there."

"ME?!" Harry asked incredulously.

"HIM?!" Snape and Filch cried.

"Yes, we haven't got much time."

Sighing and praying that he'd been right, Harry dashed out of the room with a flock of teachers behind him. He ran down the steps that had lead to Dumbledore's office, and flew down a corridor. Link drew even with Harry, more anxious than any of them.

"Which (huff) way (puff) from here?" Link gasped between breaths.

"Up these flight of steps," Harry answered, leading them all up the stairs. He suddenly came to a stop.

"What is it, Harry?" asked McGonagall.

"I remembered another part of my dream," Harry wheezed, bending over and clutching a stitch in his side. "When I reached the end of the yellow corridor, I opened the door to a room. Both Voldemort and Gannondorf were there. . .and, er. . .the Headmaster was wearing a kilt and meditating."

"Well, excepting a few details, I'd say that was rather helpful," Dumbledore sighed. "Now the only--"

"Who's there?"

The group of wizards stopped murmuring and looked around for the source of the eerie voice.

"I said who's. . .ao, it's 'Arry Potter, in'it?"

"Erm. . .yes."

"Yes, I know all about you," said the voice.

"Who are you?" Snape shouted into the darkness in front of them. "Show yourself, you bloody coward!"

"I'm sorry," the voice said. "So rude of me, sir. Allow me to introduce myself. The name's Ozzy. Ozzy from Oz. Never heard of it, I expect. Oh yes, I 'spose I'd best be showin' myself to you all."

Harry watched in disbelief as a small lollipop appeared out of nowhere. It made a swishing motion, and then a tiny man appeared. His short, brown hair had been slicked back with large amounts of hair gel, and he was wearing a very smug look on his face. He laughed at their shock.

"Weren't expecting that, were ya?" Ozzy chuckled. "I'd say that you-- oh, wait just a minute." His eyes narrowed. "Say, you're that Link boy I was warned about, aren't you?"

Link showed no emotion when he said "Yes. How may I be of service to you?"

Ozzy grinned and laughed. "Nice sense of humor, fairy boy. And I see that Gannondorf was right. . .you've come to rescue her, haven't you? And you've brought your nice little group of teachers to come to your aid." Ozzy laughed again. "Hate to break it to you boy, but you lot'll have to get past me before you'll be reachin' Zelda--right behind this door behind ME."

McGonagall slowly took out her wand.

"Don't try it, Miss," Ozzy said. He took a lollipop out of his pocket, and tossed it at McGonagall's wand. The candy stuck to the wood, and they zoomed back to Ozzy. The midget smirked evilly. "I'm not like you lot, you know."

Suddenly, the whole group of teachers (and Harry) simultaneously whipped out their wands, and in unison cried, "STUPEFY!"

The red sparks hit Ozzy in the chest, and he collapsed to the ground. The group rushed past him, McGonagall grabbing her wand on the way.

"That was too easy," Link said.

"What do you mean by that?" asked McGonagall.

"I mean that normally Gannondorf would have much better protection. It's got to be a trap of some sort. He couldn't really be just behind this d--"

Link was interrupted by horrendous screaming coming from behind a pair of large wooden doors. McGonagall's eyes widened.

"I don't remember even seeing these doors before!"

"That's because it's the chamber pot room!" Dumbledore exclaimed. He set a hand on the doorknob. "My friends, trust me on this. Behind these doors, we'll--"

Another horrifying scream pierced Dumbledore's speech.

Link stepped forward and grasped the other knob, taking a deep breath. "Well, here goes nothing."

Together, Link and Dumbledore wrenched the doors open.

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I wish I could call this a cliffhanger, but I won't. Plz review.