A/N: Ok, so. Yeah, another LoZ crossover. Expect quite a lot of them, since I love crossovers and I love Zelda. However, this time is a Twilight Princess x Harry Potter fic. Even though I'm not a great fan of Harry Potter (I like it, but nothing more. I still think it's thousand times better than Twilight, but hey, pretty much everything is better than Twilight), I like a lot this idea. Basically, Link ends up in England, and is asked from Dumbledore to become a DADA teacher. Yeah, it's a lame opening, a lot of people use it, but I have quite some ideas...

Warnings: Zelink, violence, bad language (SAY NO TO 4KIDS AND MOIGE!), maybe, just maybe some Ilia bashing. I don't like her.

I-do-not-own-Legend-of-Zelda-or-Harry-Potter. (Din, I HATE disclaimers. I mean, they are so stupid! If I was Miyamoto or J.K. Rowling I wouldn't be writing Fan-fictions!)

Pointy eared professor

Prologue

Alright. He was tired. So. Much. Tired. And he was lost, too. He could almost hear Midna's sarcastic voice. She would come out of his shadow, hit him on the head and exclaim, amused: "What a poor excuse of a hero! You managed to get lost in a place you explored a hundred times!"

Or something like that.

Yeah. Sometimes it was nice to don't have her around.

He shook his head, as the biting cold of the Hyrulean winter got under his clothes, making his muscles scream in pain. No, it wasn't something he really thought. Midna had been his only friend for quite a lot of time, when Ilia and the boys got kidnapped. Though most of the time she treated him like a prisoner.

Something he did actually like of his condition during the Twilight invasion, was his capacity to change form into a wolf. He would never actually admit it, but he enjoyed running into Castle Town while in wolf form. He founded making those useless guards scream like little girls extremely amusing, and Midna was of the same advice.

Yep, he indeed liked a lot being able to change form.

Though, nothing of that really mattered, now.

He used to think he knew perfectly those woods, as he practically grew up in there. Looked like he was wrong. He didn't recognize anything, near him.

Ugh. Midna was right. He was a poor excuse of a hero.

No, no! What was he thinking?! Midna wasn't there! He had just imagined her.

...Had he?

…

He wasn't so sure anymore.

Maybe he was back in the days of the Twilight Invasion, and he had just dreamed to save Hyrule. He would wake up into a scary-ass temple, locked into a room to avoid getting slayed while sleeping by stupid keese or skulltulas. It wouldn't be the first time it happened something like this.

Or maybe... maybe nothing of that ever happened. Maybe he would just wake up in his house at Ordon and discover he had a fever.

…That wouldn't be nice. He liked who he had become. Not the "hero" thing... he just liked to be a warrior, a wanderer. And he was happy to have met the people he met. Even the Bulbins and the creepy Imp he fought in the Sacred Meadow.

Especially, he was happy to have met Midna and Princess Zelda.

They were both princesses, and they were close friends, but every time he thought about them together, he couldn't help but think that they were completely different. Midna was moody, capricious, even a little... malicious, at times; the Princess Zelda calm and collected, nice and kind, even though she was powerful beyond thinking.

He knew that. He had asked to an Hylian mage about the enchantment she had made to save Midna's life, and the guy had told him that, to completely disintegrate your own body and put your spirit into another being, you need a monstrous amount of magic and, therefore, to be an extremely powerful enchanter.

If she wanted, she would've been able to completely disintegrate Hyrule Castle Town.

Scary.

Why was he thinking about that stuff? He had to concentrate. To retrieve the way. And to avoid falling asleep.

But it was so hard...

so...

hard...

he fell into an ice-like cold pool of water.

And he eventually kept thinking about Zelda.

Wait, he had forgotten her title.

…

Lucky me there's one here to read my thoughts, or I would be in trouble... he thought, grinning.

And then everything went black.

xxx

Professor McGonoganall (A/N: Did I got the right name? In the Italian version is McGranitt...) sighed, exasperated.

Dumbledore turned from a cup of candies to face her. "Oh, Minerva, nice to see you! What's with that face?"

"Headmaster, there's an elf asleep in the school's park."

A/N: Ok. Not bad, for a prologue. If only it wasn't so impossibly short... huff.