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"Well, it looks like everything's up to date in Kansas city," Hermione commented the next morning, looking at the paper she'd recieved from an owl at breakfast.

"What d'you mean?" Ginny asked curiously.

"There were some problems over there a couple weeks ago," Hermione explained. "Some Death Eaters did a little terrorizing, but I see that the ministry finally managed to get control of it...oh, this is interesting. They're blaming this all on Sirius Black--not bad for a dead guy, is it?"

Harry flinched, and Hermione immediately shut up.

"Sorry, Harry..."

"It's okay. What do we have first today?"

"Charms," Ron answered, glancing at his schedule. "Wonder if we'll be doing anymore counter-jinxes."

"Well, that's what we left off with last year, so I'd assume so," Hermione said, packing up her bag. "Let's head on over there, and find out." She stood up, and Ron and Harry followed her out of the Great Hall.

As they walked down a corridor, Malfoy bumped his shoulder into Harry's as a form of greeting. "Watch your step, Potter," he snarled.

"You watch it," Harry argued. "You went and walked right into me! So get out of my way and stop bothering me!"

Malfoy let out a sharp laugh, which was echoed by Crabbe and Goyle's stupid guffaws. "Potter, don't even begin to think that I'm going to.leave you and your little Mudblood friends alone just like that! It would be unethical of me to."

"And exactly WHAT is that supposed to mean?!" Harry demanded.

"Exactly what I said, you prat," Malfoy smirked. "As long as you and I are in the same school, there will always be a constant battle going on between us. So I suggest that you hold your tongue and make sure you don't lose." With a smug grin, Malfoy swept away with his cronies.

"Well, he may have won the battle, but he hasn't won the war!!" Ron shouted, waving his fist in the air. ".or is it the other way around?"

"No, you got it right the first time," Hermione sighed, pulling on Ron's robes to keep him moving. "That jerk."

"That could easily qualify for the understatement of the year," Harry commented with an annoyed chuckle. "C'mon, we don't want to be late for Charms."

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As he walked to Divination (joy) from Charms, Harry felt his scar throbbing. He halted in the corridor and grasped it tightly for a moment. It felt as though someone had just plunged a dagger into his forehead and out again.

"What is it, Harry?" Ron asked worriedly, pausing.

"My scar," he answered, slowly letting go of his head as the pain went away. He grimaced. "That was really weird..."

"What d'you think it means?'

"I'm not sure..maybe Trelawny can tell me that it means I'm going to get my head chopped off before the first week of school is over or something." He normally didn't joke about such things, but he didn't want to think about his scar hurting right now.

"Ah, Mr. Potter," Trelawny muttered dramatically as he and Ron entered the room. "It has been quite some time..." She gasped softly. "Harry, I see that you have some abysmal things in your future...!!!"

"Wow, really? I didn't know," Harry said sarcastically, taking a seat.

Professor Trelawny threw him a dirty look as the rest of the class filed in.

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Impa sat alone in her small room, rocking in her chair. Link and Zelda had left several hours ago, and she was getting more and more tense. She could feel something bad was going to happen.

The nursemaid shifted her gaze lazily to the manuscripts on a shelf nearby. Zelda had written them out a small while ago, giving Impa the details about how the English wizarding system was run.

Hogwarts was that place Zelda and Link had taught at last year.that was all the old woman could remember. Shaking, Impa turned her gaze to the right again, staring blankly out at a large window.

Several fisherman sat there, waiting breathlessly for a ...fish to bite at their lines. Didn't seem like the best day for the sport, however.

A few seconds later, she stood up and walked out of the room. She decided to go get her horse, Samson, who was being kept at Lon Lon Ranch. It wasn't too far of a walk, and she needed the exercise anyway...and she needed to get her mind thinking about something else.

Impa reached the Ranch, and walked through the gate. Suddenly, she heard a shrill scream pierce the air.

"What the--!"

Swivelling around, Impa saw Malon come charging out of the room, Gannondorf not too far behind.

"IMPA, HELP!!" Malon shouted, pulling a dagger out of her boot. She reached up and swiped it at Gannondorf's arm.

The Gerudo king recoiled, grasping his arm tightly. He glared darkly at Malon, who was attempting to make a run for it. Angrily, Ganon held out his hand, and a purple beam shot out of it. Malon's eyelids fluttered, and she suddenly dropped to the ground.

The Hylian stood there numbly as Gannondorf took Malon in his hands and threw her over his shoulder. He smirked at Impa (who felt she could do nothing, since she had no weapon), and suddenly disappeared in a cloud of purple smoke.

Samson came running out of the stable, whinnying and rearing back on his legs. Impa rushed over to him, calmed him down, and mounted. Then she rode off back to the castle, to tell the knights that Gannondorf had just been at Lon Lon Ranch.

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"I'm here, Voldemort."

Voldemort looked at Gannondorf, who had managed to bring Malon's body back to the Forbidden Forest. "Good...and who, may I ask, is this lovely young lady?"

"Um...I think her name is Malon, or something. She owns a ranch in Hyrule. A very close friend of Link and Zelda's." He smiled. "One that they would find quite trustworthy, I believe."

"Even better. Go ahead and open her mouth up for me."

Gannondorf did so, and Voldemort's essence slowly sifted into Malon's body, gradually possessing her. Suddenly, the rancher's body gave a small jolt, and she lifted her body up into a sitting position.

"My Goddesses!" Gannondorf exclaimed. "It worked!" He stared in awe as Voldemort in Malon's body flexed her arms, flipped back her hair, and then studied her white hands.

"Of course it worked," muttered Voldmort/Malon, standing up. "Oh, this is even better than I expected-I sound like her, too. It would sound quite suspicious if I had kept my old voice in this new body."

"To say the least," Gannondorf snickered. "Now what exactly did you say it was that you wanted to do with this school anyway?"

"How many times must I tell you, Gannondorf? I want simply to mur-"

"Who's thar?" came a gruff voice from behind them.

The two dark lords swiveled around, and came face to face with Hagrid.

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