The teachers gasped at what lay before their eyes. The room didn't resemble any of the ones in Hogwarts; it didn't even have chamber pots in it. Gannondorf was sitting upon a tall wooden chair, laughing hysterically.

"Very good, Link!" Gannondorf laughed. "You're here two hours before I expected you! Tell me, how was it that you got here so quickly? Was my hiding spot that obvious? Come now, let's thank who ever it was that helped you."

Gritting his teeth, Link stepped closer. "Where's Zelda, Gannondorf?"

"Do you have the Triforce on you?"

"Yes," Link said.

"Will you give it to me?"

"NO!"

"Then I won't tell you where the princess is." Gannondorf sighed, and stood up. He walked towards Link. "It's as simple as all that. Ah, look! You've brought your new found friends! How adorable, have they come to help you battle Voldemort and me?"

Snape and McGonagall's eyes twitched. They had just been called "adorable" by an evil wizard. That was unbelievably humiliating. Feeling pressured, they grasped their wands in their pockets.

"The score we have to settle is strictly between you and me!" Link yelled. He whipped out a sword. "Tell me where she is, Gannondorf!"

"Yeah, and what about Voldemort?" Harry asked rather boldly, stepping slightly forward. He could smell the odious stench of blood.

Gannondorf turned to face Harry. "Well, here's the little hero himself. I 'spose you're just like fairy boy here, aren't you? Always saving the school from peril, just as Link saves his country from my wrath. Tell me, boy. How is it that you have managed to successfully defeat and evade Voldemort your whole life?"

Harry couldn't move. Through clenched teeth, he said, "I had help."

"Oh really?" Gannondorf sniffed. "From whom, may I ask?"

"My friends."

Squinting his eyes, Gannondorf stared Harry in the eye. Then he burst into laughter, throwing his head back. "I see. I may as well tell you know that as we speak, Voldemort is in this very room. I can see him. None of you can. To be quite blunt, you're all in very precarious danger."

Link reached for something behind his back. He pulled out a bomb, and, without any warning, launched it towards Gannondorf. The Gerudo King got hit in the face, and he doubled over in agony.

"Link, help!"

Looking around the large room, Link tried to find out where the voice was coming from. He recognized it immediatley as Zelda's. . .then he realized that she was contacting him telepathically.

"Are you in this room?" he asked her.

"Yes, I'm under Gannondorf's throne!"

Some of the teachers jumped as Link suddenly ran forward. He leapt over Gannondorf and headed towards the chair. He tried vainly to lift it. Apparently, it had been bolted to the floor.

"Zelda, are you there?" Link asked quietly.

"Yes," returned a voice that was nothing but a hoarse whisper.

"Someone help me over here!" Link shouted to the others. He threw another bomb at Gannondorf just to be safe.

"Link, stop! It's Voldemort!"

It was Zelda's voice. Confused, Link turned around and saw the princess right behind him. "Wha--? But you were. . .you're--"

"That's Voldemort!" Zelda interrupted. "He's pretending to be me! It's a trap Link, quick, get away from there!"

"Wait!" cried the voice from under the chair. "How do you know that SHE isn't lying to you? Link, THAT'S Voldemort!"

"Shut up!" yelled Zelda (or at least the person that looked like her).

"GAAH!!! WHO DO I TRUST?!" Link shouted.

Zelda sighed in frustration. "If you don't believe me, ask me a question that only I would know the answer to!"

"Okay, fine! Uh. . ." Link tried to quickly think of a random question. "Got it! What did you spill on your favorite blue dress on your eighteenth birthday?"

"Red wine!" cried the voice from under the chair.

"Yes, it WAS red wine," Zelda added. "But for your information, it was YOU who spilled it on me."

Gannondorf's throne suddenly burst to pieces. Underneath it was scrawny, giant man with thinning hair.

"Voldemort?!" Harry cried, stepping closer.

"Yes," the Dark wizard answered, grinning maliciously. "I have once again been forced to take the body of another, Mr. Potter. I do hope you're satisfied. But nonetheless, you have failed to stop me thus far."

Meanwhile, Link had pulled Zelda over to a corner. "Zel, are you all right? What'd they do to you? We heard screaming coming from behind the door!"

"I'll be all right, Link," Zelda replied hastily. "I screamed in hopes that someone would hear me. I'm just glad it was you."

"But did they hurt you?"

"Oh, you know, the usual stuff," Zelda answered. "I've got a few scars here and there, but I'll be fine. But come on! We've got to help the others!"

Voldemort walked towards Dumbledore. "Well, well, well. If it isn't my dear friend, Albus Dumbledore." He looked around at the other teachers. "I've always believe in strength in numbers myself, you know."

"Leave the others alone, Voldemort," Dumbledore growled. "Your quarrel should lie with me, and me alone."

"Excuse me, Dumbledore, but since when have I been one to spare the innocent?" Voldemort laughed. "I'd have thought that by now you'd have realized that. But anyway, it's not you that I want to quarrel with, Dumbledore. Step aside." He turned slowly to look at Harry. "The boy and I have something to work out."

"Then why don't I leave you to that," said Gannondorf, sitting down on a step that had lead to throne before it was destroyed. "I'd like to relax before I am forced to fight with those two devils again."

"We should give Harry a hand while we can," Zelda whispered to Link. "It looks like Gannondorf may be out for a few minutes."

"Well, I wouldn't say he exactly needs our help," Link said, as they inched along the wall towards Harry. "He's beaten this guy before, and he's got a whole team of teachers to back him up. And remember Dumbledore said that Voldemort was afraid of him?"

"Afraid of Harry or Dumbledore?"

"Dumbledore."

"Perhaps if we're lucky, Link, maybe we'll be able to teach Voldemort to be afraid of elves, too!"

Voldemort took out his wand, and dropped it next to his feet. "Harry, you know as well as I do that any battle that goes on between us may have. . .interesting results. Go on boy, put down your wand."

"Oh, right," Harry laughed. "Is that what you really expect me to do, Voldemort? Just throw away the only defense I have?"

"It would be wise of you, Potter," Voldemort answered cooly. "With or without my wand, you know that I could easily kill you."

"Oh, of course," Harry said, playing along. "That's why you've been killing me for the past fifteen years of my life, right?"

Voldemort's eyes narrowed, as he slowly picked up his wand. "I can do it, Harry. I could kill everyone in this very room, if it was my wish to do so. Just one spell will do it. Now that both of your dear parents are DEAD, there's no one to protect you."

"I don't need anyone's protection," Harry growled. "I can get along fine by myself."

"Really?" Voldemort asked him, pretending to be surprised. "Because I thought that you said to Gannondorf a while ago that your friends always helped you out. Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger, is that right?"

Harry said nothing. In his pocket, his hand grasped his wand tightly.

Suddenly, McGonagall darted forward. She flew straight past Harry and Voldemort, and ran right into the stone wall on the other side of the room. She fell to the ground in a state of unconciousness.

Laughing, Voldemort turned around to stare at McGonagall's still body. "Is this what all of your teachers are like here, Dumbledore?" he screeched, still laughing hysterically. "Brainless psychopaths?"

"CRUCIO!" Dumbledore suddenly shouted, thrusting his wand at Voldemort's turned back. The dark wizard collapsed the floor, shrieking terribly.

"STOP, YOU COWARD!" Voldemort screamed.

"Harry," Dumbledore said to Harry calmly, still keeping his wand pointed at Voldemort. "If we live through this, remind me to thank McGonagall for that wonderful demonstration of a distraction."

Had their current prediciment not been so serious, Harry would have burst out laughing. Finally, Dumbledore stopped doing the curse, and allowed Voldemort to slowly get to his feet.

"Was that good form, Albus?" Voldemort wheezed, clutching his stomach. "Attacking when your opponent's back is turned?"

"You are not one to talk about good form, Voldemort," Dumbledore said, stepping forward slightly.

"Why don't we thank our dear Professor?" Voldemort asked. He picked up his wand and pointed it at McGonagall. "Av--"

Out of the blue, Zelda came flying from no where. She landed on top of Voldemort, forcing him to the ground. The elf managed to grab the wand away from his hand. She sat up as Voldemort tried to get his wand back.

"Give it to me, Zelda!" Dumbledore called out. She threw it to him, but someone else intercepted.

"Excellent throw, Zelda," Gannondorf laughed, twirling Voldemort's wand in his hand. "You would've done well on the Hyrule football team. Voldemort, here!" He tossed the wand to Voldemort, who was gradually standing up.

"Good try, but no cigar!" Link shouted, jumping in and catching the wand.

"Don't you know smoking is bad for you?" Gannondorf asked.

Voldemort grabbed Gannondorf's shoulder and turned him around to face him. "How can you make JOKES at a time like this?!"

"It's my defense mechanism," Gannondorf sniffed.

"Some defense! If I didn't know any better, I'd--CURSE YOU, GANNONDORF!! DUMBLEDORE HAS MY WAND!!"

"Oops."

Link slowly drew his sword. He pointed it menacingly at Gannondorf. "Go back to Death Mountain where you belong."

"It's not that easy, fairy boy!" Gannondorf snarled. With a swift movement. he knocked Link aside with his hand. The Hero of Time banged into the wall with a groan.

"GANON!" Zelda shrieked. She took a running start, then leapt on top of the Dark King's shoulders. "Link, throw me your sword!"

"I've got something better than that!" Link coughed, standing up. To Gannondorf's sheer amazement, he pulled out the Triforce.

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