A/N: Once again I've decided to do another story, the Land of Erenda is actually going to not be done, I want to finish it totally before putting it up, that may take a very long while so I decided to write a different story to make up for it. I love both Harry Potter and Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time, favorite book, favorite game. I did a crossover previously, but it wasn't going anywhere and I lost too much of the story when are computer crashed, therefore I started over, and I think you will like this one much better. Pairings are choice however I will not do any slash pairings or sibling parings, that includes Harry/Hermione and they're too much like brother and sister. I'm using characters from both Harry Potter and LoZ Ocarina of Time, but not too many characters from Ocarina. If you've never played a legend of Zelda game, I will explain things and hopefully you'll be able to still follow along.

Summary: When Voldemort frees the King of Evil from his prison, history repeats itself in the modern day world, and to stop the evil tyrants rule they will have to join forces with former enemies and new friends. Crossover w/ HP and LOZ OoT

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time. This is only for fun and I am not trying to make a profit off it in anyway, so please don't sue.

Harry Potter and The King of Evil

Prologue

Voldemort stared at his enemy. The look of pure loathing evident in every aspect. His loyal and powerful death eaters had been all, but defeated. They were lying around him dead, dead as could be. The ones that had not yet been marked were the only ones that had been spared, the traitor had not shown so he too was spared. He thought his end would never come, he had no idea it wouldn't come from who he had thought. He had long sought the power of immortality, the greatest power imaginable, the power of eternal life. He had been extremely close to discovering it when he had heard the prophecy. Once heard he dropped his immortality conquest and went to kill the boy. In a way it was a blessing, in the same way it was a curse, he was able to live for fifteen more years than he would have if he continued his plan for immortality. His wand was a useless tool against this new enemy. Since the Department of Mysteries failure, he had been cautious and had decided to wait until he had obtained immortality before trying to kill the boy. That was his downfall his failure, he should never have mingled with powers far greater than he. One man, if he could be called a man, had wiped out all of his death eaters, well most of them, the ones in Azkaban were still alive, not that it did that much good. They couldn't help him, and even if they could they would fall just like all his other followers. Of course the traitorous rat had escaped, never employ a traitor he now learned, he would have to do something about that, if he survived that is. 'So much for being a dark lord, all my followers and even myself were defeated by just one man.' the dark lord thought gloomily. How the dark lord, he-who-must-not-be-named, the evil of the modern day world, and once former half-blood Tom Marvolo Riddle came into this mess started many years ago and had continued up to the present.

Tom had grown up at an Orphanage, he was used to being called a freak, then one day on his eleventh birthday he received a letter. The caretakers of the Orphanage were confused, more so than even he was. The letter was addressed to him, the place he was at his full name, and everything, he never would have found out about his traitorous father if it weren't for that letter, it also was a turning point in his life, or so he thought. At the Orphanage he was beaten, language abused, and was treated like a freak, his only friend being a snake named Nagini. He found he could talk to snakes at a relatively young age, this caused him to become a freak even more than his strange habits and the accidents that occurred around him. The letter informed him of a school called Hogwarts more importantly than that however, it informed him that he had power, he was a wizard. The first few years at the school were interesting, but after being put in the Slytherin house the other houses had done the same thing that his orphanage had done. He learned that to protect himself he had to have power, the only thing that could help you survive in the world. He made few friends later in the later school years, but none of them were true friends they just followed him around, because he had power. He learned of the superiority of purebloods, and read all he could about the history of them. He learned about one Salazar Slytherin and through hard work and determination he found his bloodline, he was the heir to Slytherin. He found the Chamber of Secrets a few years later making friends with the Basilisk in the chamber. It was within the chamber that he discovered Salazar's hidden work. He had two plans the first being to eradicate the world of none magic folk, so that only the worthy would live, only the powerful. Deep within the chamber however his true plan was hidden, he discovered it his next year. He released the Basilisk on the students that year, Salazar told him to do it. Ever since he was young it seemed as if there had been another person living within him, one who gave him ideas, helped him out of trouble, told him what to do. The voice once he had discovered the chamber had told him who he was. Apparently it was Salazar Slytherin himself that was living within him. The spirit of Salazar told him what to do, and he listened, when it told him to release the serpent he did, when it told him to begin studying the dark arts he did, it then told him about the power of immortality that it could help him get it, it was then he became ensnared. He did everything the voice told him, everything, he remembered his first kill, it wasn't as savoring as he thought it would be. It was his muggle father who had abandoned him and his mother once the knowledge of being a witch came out. He had searched long and hard and when he finally found him he had killed him. He killed him, along with the wife, the 10 year old little girl, and the three month old son. He didn't want to do it at first, but the voice showed him why he had to, he became Voldemort soon after. After leaving school, he took a book from the chamber with him. This book would give him power he never dreamed of, and of course the ultimate goal of immortality. This book paved the way to his future. 'The History of the Triforce' This was what Salazar had been working on right up till the moment of his death. The Triforce was a set of three golden triangular shaped objects that hold ultimate Power, Wisdom, and Courage. With these three objects one could become immortal, even a God. The Triforce were gifts from the three goddesses Din, Nayru, and Farore. Din was the goddess of Power, Nayru was goddess of Wisdom, and Farore was the goddess of Courage, they together created the earth and all its beauty. Together with these three pieces combined would make a whole Triforce and with it one could enter the sacred realm and shape the world in their own image, even be granted the gift of immortality. The book he had found didn't have much Salazar said it was because it was just a small percentage of a very large and lost book containing the history of Hyrule. Hyrule was once the name for what was now known as earth. Before Salazar was killed he had obtained first of three gems as well as the location of the lost temple of time, the entrance to the sacred realm. The temple was unfortunately under the sea and most muggles knew of it as Atlantis, unknown to them it was actually Hyrule Town. With two pieces of the puzzle completed only three more were needed. With his loyal death eaters he hunted down Nayru's sapphire which belonged to an old English family, it was kept within the vaults of Gringotts, he did this while being attached to a loyal death eater. All that was left was Farore's emerald and the ocarina of time. He found the emerald only a few months ago while entering the Department of Mysteries. It was totally by chance, but Salazar recognized what it was for right away, it was because of that jewel that he left when he did, he could have easily killed the boy. At least that was what he told himself. Once the jewels were collected all he needed was the ocarina of time to open the door leading to the Sacred Realm. It was right after he returned from the Department of Mysteries that he was tasked with a new task. He was going to give Salazar his body back, and free him from the confinements of death. So began his new task. His object was to go to go to the temple of time and place the jewels on the pedestal. He cast a spell on himself and went down to the temple. It was strange to do what he was doing, following the voice within his head, he almost felt like this was something he shouldn't above all else do. He brushed the feelings aside and went into the temple.

The temple outside was extremely rusty, with bit and pieces falling apart, and there were tons of fish around, fortunately no intelligent species who would recognize him. As he went to enter the temple he saw a large black shape come straight at him. He realized immediately it was a shark, it was different than most however because it had two large claws attached to its body as it swam. Normally this wouldn't even phase the dark lord, but this was no ordinary shark, besides the claws it was at least ninety feet long.

"Avada Kedavra." Voldemort said with a wave of his wand, he watched as the green light flew from his wand and struck the large shark dead on. It however, unfortunately did not drop dead. The spell bounced off the skin and hit a small fish instead. The dark lord realizing that spells would be no good quickly hurried away. Salazar told him where to go, he entered the temple just barely being eaten by the strange shark creature. The inside was definitely much better looking than the outside. In fact it seemed as if the water didn't ever reach inside, he took off the breathing spell and wasn't surprised to find out that he could breathe perfectly. He didn't question the power however and quickly took out the three stones. He saw the pedestal where he should place the stones, but he hesitated. Salazar sensed this and hissed.

"What are you doing?" Voldemort however was having doubts, but before he could do anything about them, the voice talked him out of it, and he made a quick excuse.

"I assume that my loyal death eaters would like to see all they have worked hard for, I know of a few who would especially love to meet Salazar Slytherin." Voldemort said to himself and Salazar.

"Why not. The more the merrier for my resurrection." Salazar said thoughtfully.

"Thank you." Voldemort said politely although with anger. He grabbed his wand and sent a signal to his death eaters. One by one they appeared within the chamber, all but the suspected traitor, the ones in Azkaban, and his junior death eaters who had not yet been marked. All of his death eaters looked around in confusion, and a few were even daring enough to question him.

"My lord. What is this place." Bellatrix asked politely yet blunt.

"This. This is the temple of time Bella."

"The temple of time?" She asked.

"Yes. The place where my immortality will one day soon be gifted.

"W-why are w-we h-hear? M-my Lord?" Peter Pettigrew asked hoping he hadn't signed for his death. Voldemort ignored him and addressed all his death eaters.

"My loyal followers. I am pleased to say that one of us shall be returning." The death eaters looked at him questioningly, which he ignored. "I have discovered the way to resurrect Salazar Slytherin." The death eaters looked at him stunned.

"M-my lord. How is this possible?" Belletrix asked.

"With these three stones, watch and wait." So saying Voldemort placed the three stones on the pedestal red facing his left, blue in the middle and green on the right. He then, like his death eaters watched in awe as the temple began shaking. Soon the wall behind the pedestal slid back. While this was happening the voice told Voldemort to say a spell that would release him. He whispered it as the wall continued to slide, no one could see anything once it was open, but a bright white light, he said the words again, louder though so everyone could here.

"Lord of Power

Lord of Might

Lord of Darkness

Come back to Light

King of Evil

Be free once more

Open Up The Sacred Door"

The bright light that was shining suddenly dimmed, it turned a deep black and all the death eaters held their breath. With a great flash of darkness a silhouette could be seen of a man. He was surrounded by shadow, and Voldemort realized that the voice within him was gone, so it meant he did everything correctly. The shadow vanished and a small light flickered through and they saw his face. It was then Voldemort realized something was wrong, terribly wrong, for the man he had released was definitely not Salazar Slytherin. From the gasps he heard from his death eaters they were thinking the same thing. Voldemort watched as a terrified Peter Pettigrew tried to disapparate, and was even more terrified when it didn't work. The other death eaters saw this and tried to do the same. Fear was growing in all their minds, if a being had enough power to cast an that powerful of a spell without a wand, without even moving or speaking. Peter then tried to portkey out, Voldemort probably would have killed him for being such a terrified little wimp, but he was stunned when even the portkey didn't work. Not knowing what to do Peter transformed into his animagus form and the other death eaters realized what he was about to do and growled angrily sending spells at the terrified rat that sped away from his former master. He didn't know about the temple of time being totally underwater, nor the shark creature that was out there. Voldemort shook his head knowing that that was probably the last he would ever see of the little rodent. He turned his attention back to the man who was now clearly visible, and all the death eaters flinched for unknown reasons when they looked at him. He was a big man clad in black and brown armor, he had extremely light brown skin with the littlest hint of green, he had red orange hair, and his eyes were blood red. He had a large sword at his side, which they all found strange as swords had not been used since ages long past. He was large and muscular with an aura of outstanding power, but the death eaters and Voldemort could tell that he was extremely evil and powerful. Thus it was that they all felt a shiver of cold go down their spines as the man spoke. Before he spoke however he laughed, a laugh that caused fear in the ones that once used fear as a weapon.

"Ah it so good to be back. I thank you for that. However I'm afraid you won't be leaving this chamber." He paused for dramatic affect before adding. "At least not alive." he grinned maliciously while the death eaters paled.

"Who are you?" A random death eater shouted much to the annoyance of both this man and Voldemort.

"That is of no concern to you. You may however address me as Lord or King. For I am the King of all Evil." He grinned again.

"You think you can stop all of us. There are hundreds of us and only one of you, you probably aren't even a wizard. Let's see if you can stop this. Avada Kedavra." Bella sneered watching as the killing curse flew towards the 'King of Evil' Everyone watched in amazement as he held up his hand and merely absorbed the spell.

"Not bad. So you're witches and wizards. Well I. I am a sorcerer." So saying he began to form a large ball of energy in the palm of his hand. "I have no idea what that spell you threw at me was, but you're all about to get a taste of your own medicine." He growled throwing the sphere at the death eaters, the death eaters who had become frozen in shock by the man's immunity to the killing curse. It came back them with ten times as much strength and soon every single death eater fell to the ground with a shocked expression on their face. Voldemort who had been closer to the man and farther away from his followers was spared the doom of his followers.

Voldemort continued to stare at the 'King of Evil' with as much hate as he could muster. He had been a vessel for this great evil. He felt some foreign feeling within him, something he had never felt before, a sense of loss, for things he never had or enjoyed. He also felt things such as sorrow, pity, and even guilt. He was just like the man who stood before him, what had led him to that dark path, but no more. Whatever he realized he knew without a doubt it was his end that was staring at him in the face.

(I thought about ending it here, but decided to do a little bit more)

It had been a month, one full month since the death of his godfather. The first few weeks were the hardest, eventually over time he learned to accept the unbearable truth. He may not have killed him directly, but he was one of four who caused his death. Even though Sirius had died, it didn't mean anything until his murderer was killed. He began to train for the inevitable fight against the dark lord. The stupid prophecy kept flashing in his mind. "Neither can live while the other survives." Damn that prophecy. Damn Trelawney. Damn Dumbledore. Damn Voldemort. He wanted nothing to do with this, but the truth was he was the only hope for the world. This year at the Dursleys had been the most bearable yet, it was mainly due to the warning they had received from Mad-Eye Moody. You'd make sure to do your best to if a deformed and extremely odd man threatened you. The Dursleys had actually been civil to Harry this summer. This Harry was none other than the extremely famous Harry Potter a.k.a. the boy-who-lived. He had received a letter from Dumbledore early in the first week saying that he would probably have to stay there until early August. Early August. Joy, he had another whole month with the Dursleys left. He was allowed to do his schoolwork during the daytime, but only in his room, Vernon Dursley was not however happy about the man owls that flew in and out of the house, eventually all mail was taken to Remus who would hand all of it to him when he came for Order guard. He received tons of mail, some from people he didn't even know, and others from people who had sent hate mail the previous year saying they knew he was right the whole time and thanking him for telling. Overall it was quite pathetic. He hadn't received his O.W.L. results yet, so he was still quite nervous about potions, he couldn't become an auror without it. At the moment it was night and Harry was up doing his homework, for Snape, as much as he loathed to admit, there may be a chance he would be able to enter, if so, he wanted to make sure there was nothing Snape could do to him. He just finished writing an essay on the uses of lacewings and there affects to certain potions. He knew it wasn't that good, but at least it was done incase he got in Potions. He quietly turned off the light and slipped into bed. He was sleeping a few moments later.

(Chat)

Voldemort was suddenly surprised when another presence entered into his head, he recognized it immediately. 'Potter.' he said to himself in his head hoping the boy was listening.

Harry was also surprised to discover that Voldemort sensed his presence, as soon as he had fallen asleep he had another vision. He was surprised when Voldemort said his name. He decided to reply. 'Tom' he said that hoping to irritate Voldemort, it didn't work.

'Yes. Yes. Skip the formalities, be quick and look around, then we need to talk.'

Harry decided not to argue hearing the panic in Voldemort's voice, that alone was enough to make him worry. He looked around to find hundreds of death eaters lying on the floor. Dead. He saw Bellatrix and couldn't help but think she got what she deserved. He then realized that all of Voldemort's death eaters were dead, and he whispered to himself, but Voldemort heard as well. 'What happened.'

'The man in front of me caused this. He is the one who's caused everything.'

'What?'

'He is the one that has told me what to do, who drew me to become Voldemort. I don't have much time now I fear, my end is near. I've released the greatest terror ever known.'

'He caused everything, you had nothing to do with the horrible things you did?'

'No. I am responsible, but he blocked my emotions, he tainted me. He is the 'King of Evil'

"Voldemort. I thank you again for freeing me. The Sacred Realm is quite a dull place." The man sneered, and Harry recognized him for the first time. The man was putting out waves of evil, and his scar hurt just by looking at him.

"I assume I should say your welcome. But under the circumstances excuse me if I don't." Voldemort said angrily.

"Then don't. You were nothing but a vessel, like Slytherin before you. It took a lot of effort to allow my mind to inhabit a worthy vessel, and you both had the hearts needed for me to set about my plans for freedom and the Triforce."

'Triforce?' Harry asked Voldemort.

'If I get out of this, I'll tell you later. Oh, and I am extremely sorry for what happened to your parents. I hope one day you will be able to forgive.'

'You're Voldemort, the dark lord reaper of a thousand lives, why should I ever forgive you?' Harry hissed.

'I know, but I am no longer the person I once was, if only I could be given a second chance, so many things I've never done. I've never even had a birthday party, can you believe it? Me the dark lord, never having a party'

'I've never really had one either.'

'I'm sorry again.'

"Well now that your pitiful followers are gone, it's just you and me. I remember how you once made the death eaters bow before you, even if you were just about to . Well let's turn the roles around a bit shall we? Bow." The King of evil said smirking. Throwing a wave of pain at Voldemort

"NO! I will not." Voldemort growled through the pain.

'Doesn't this look familiar?' Harry said.

'Oh please, shut up!'

'Just saying.'

'I'm sorry.'

"You won't bow? You're stronger than I thought. Now BOW!" Sending another stream of pain at Voldemort.

"No matter which direction the wind howls, I will NEVER bow to you." Voldemort said between bursts of pain and through gritted teeth.

'Wow you're braver than I thought.'

'Thanks. I think.'

'It's amazing, you seem like a totally different person now.'

'That's because I am. Too bad I'm about to die, I would never be able to live with the guilt anyway.'

'What would you do if you actually got out of here?'

'Alive? I'd probably try to make amends, do whatever I could. Maybe live, find love, you know the usual.'

It was then that as much as Harry had hated Voldemort, he realized that the being in front of him was not Voldemort. The man in front of him was Tom, the Tom who should have been if the man in front of him hadn't interfered with his life. He felt sorry for him. Imagine that. He feeling sorry for the dark lord. Amazing how these things turned out, he was actually beginning to pity the man that had tried to kill him and who did kill his parents and thousands of others over the ages. Even more amazing was that he was having a civilized conversation with him, funny how things turn out. He was about to speak to Voldemort-Tom again when he was abruptly cut off and awoke in his own bed.

Tom Riddle also had things going through his head. He was thinking the same as Harry, but he was also silently pleading.

'Whatever Gods or Goddesses that are out there, please forgive me for the fool I've been. If I get out of this I swear to make up for all the wrongs I've done, I swear to help defeat this monster, but above all I ask for a second chance and for your forgiveness.' He was extremely surprised when he heard a voice answering back.

'We have heard your plea child of Din, we shall grant you the second chance you desire. The three Goddesses have judged your heart. We have looked into your mind and see that truly want a chance to redeem yourself.' Three voices spoke at once.

'What? Who are you? What do you want.?' Voldemort asked.

'We are Farore, Nayru, and Din, the three goddesses of Hyrule, or earth as you know it as. As we've said we will grant you your request.' The three voices spoke again.

'You mean you're actually real? How? Never mind. What's the catch?" He asked this rather harshly.

'You truly are a son of Din.' One of the three voices spoke out.

'Indeed he is. If only he hadn't turned out so bad the first time around.' A second voice said in quiet laughter.

'You're right though. There is a catch.' A third voice said and something inside him told him it was Din.

"Well. What is it? Shouldn't I be dead by now?"

"Yes. You should. We stopped time to talk to you.' The first voice said sweetly. Without knowing why he assumed it was Nayru, making the one who laughed Farore.

"What! How?" Voldemort sputtered, stopping time could be useful.

"We're goddesses. Remember." Farore said and Voldemort could almost imagine her winking as she said that.

"Right. So what's the catch?"

"We need you to find the Ocarina of Time. You must use it to awaken the hero of time and the seven sages. Only together can they stop the King of Evil." All three said as one again.

"How will I find it?" He said impatiently.

"You will know, but for now let's give you a second chance.' the goddess Din said.

With that final thing said he awoke in the present again and realized that Potter, Harry, had left and he was now facing his death right in the face again.

"Any last words before I kill you?" The King of Evil sneered at him, in the process of drawing his sword.

"Yes. You shall regret what you have done here today." Voldemort spat angrily.

"Regret? I never regret. I do however regret not killing a few people in the fast not quick enough. If that is all you have to say. Farewell." He brought his sword up, he hesitated though when he heard music within the temple.

"What is this? The Goddesses Song. Apparently they find you worthy enough to listen to it before you die. I'll let you listen to what few have ever heard. He felt the music flow through him, it was like nothing he had ever experienced before, even the King of Evil paused to listen to it, then it abruptly changed. It became more church like and the evil man sneered again.

"Funeral Music. I guess that's my sign. Farewell Lord Voldemort." With that he swung his sword at Voldemort's neck, it never connected, the sword went through nothing, but air and the King of Evil let out a bellow of fury.

(Number 4)

Harry Potter had awoken from the vision of Voldemort's impending doom, and was surprised to feel remorse. He wrote a letter to the Order about the dream. He walked over to Hedwig's cage and opened it, he talked quietly to his owl.

"Hedwig I need you to take this to Dumbledore. Can you do that for me?" Harry asked Hedwig who gave a soft hoot and took off with the letter in hand. It was strange though the prophecy had said only he had the strength to vanquish him, and yet this new man appears more powerful and more evil than Voldemort ever was and kills off all his death eaters and him. Apparently prophecies are able to be changed, if only they would have known that sooner. He could imagine the look on Dumbledore's face as he read the letter explaining how Voldemort was dead and how a new evil arose. Maybe someone from the Order would come to collect him, now that Voldemort had been killed, he could finally get away from his annoying relatives. He quickly turned off the light and slid back into bed, less than a minute later however he heard a loud thump noise next to his bed. He put on his glasses and looked at the figure by his feet. There almost unconscious was none other than Tom Marvolo Riddle, age sixteen once more, and in his room.

A/N: How was it? Long enough? This will be around the length of most, but not all chapters. Sorry who think Voldemort should be a bad guy and only a bad guy, but how would he be able to compete against the King of Evil? Remember give me suggestions on pairings and I will listen. Hope you enjoyed and please read and review.