A/N: Okay. I'm writing two stories, right now, aaaaand I have no idea of wich one is the more appreciated. So, I don't know which one I should put as a priority. Damn. Whatever. I'll just write this chapter, and then I'll go back on Of spaceships and magic. I'll write a chapter of that story, then one of this one... I think you got it.
Soooooo. Here you go with the first actual chapter of Pointy eared professor, and surprise surprise I'll be writing in Dovah. Oh yeah. Dovah. Since I always loved the idea of the language barrier, I'll make Link speaks the dragon language (because all the elven translators I found freakin' suck).
Hey, three chapters in such a small time! Sweet.
Thanks to all the people who favourited, followed or commented this story. Thank guys! Thanks a lot! Especially to TheAmazingNabo, who corrected my mistake with McGonagall's name... hehe. Yeah... you see, the Italian translators are ass***es, and they translated most of the names in a horrendous way. Sadly, I got used on them, so, if you found the following names, don't be too much outraged:
Silente = Dumbledore
McGranitt = McGonagall
Piton = Snape
Grifondoro = Gryffindor
Corvonero = Ravenclaw
Tassorosso = Hufflepuff
Serpeverde = Slytherin
Babbano = Muggle
(more to come, as I'll remember what's the slimy guy with the cat's name and the Divination teacher.)
P.S: Now my grammar control doesn't work. Expect some errors. Sorry to all the Grammar Nazis out there. I'm one of you, guys, don't kill me!
Chapter one
An elf that's not an elf
They brought the boy in the infirmary. He was no older than eighteen, with dark blond hair, fine but strong features and a lean body. He was wearing a dark green tunic, long enough to reach his knees. You would think that a guy wouldn't want to wear what basically was a skirt, but it actually fitted him pretty well.
Dumbledore furrowed his brows. "Yes, I dare say he's indeed an elf. Though, this kind is supposed to be extint. You know, since the magic portal that brought into the Middle Earth was closed, five hundred years ago, more or less."
"Middle Earth? Wasn't that from muggle book? Like... The Lord of the Bracelets, something like that?" Objected Minerva (A/N: I'll avoid the surname as much as I can...), perplexed.
"Why, yes, indeed. I was just joking."
If real life had been a cartoon, all the teachers would have fallen head first on the ground, exasperated, but real life was not a cartoon, and they limited to sigh. Sometimes, Dumbledore was just... you know. Dumbledore.
"However, this kind of elf is really supposed to be extint, I wasn't joking about that. The last one was killed in a war between muggles. He fell in love with one, tried to save her from a rape, at least five armed muggles rounded him and... well, there wasn't much left of him, when they find the corpse."
Minerva bit her lip. "What year was that?"
"Some centuries ago. There's always the possibility that this boy remained hidden for all this years, but I found it unlikely. There's a limit even to stealth, and not getting recognized as a not-human for two hundred years, well... that's a though challenge for everyone. Especially dressed like this" He pointed to the weird green tunic.
Just then, the boy moaned loudly.
They all looked at him, as he slowly opened his eyes, revealing two shocking dark blue pools, with a somewhat feral looking in them. He looked around, confused, and asked:
"Kolos los Zu'u?"
Dumbledore furrowed his brows, perplexed. "He speaks draconic. Why does he speak draconic?" He asked.
When he didn't receive an answer, he thought about it for a moment, then replied to the boy: "Hei los ko aan weyt do Hogwarts' hasok. Fos los hein for?"
He just looked more confused than before. "Dii for los Link. Kolos los Hogwarts?"
The headmaster bit in a laughter. "Link? Ol, ko, Sahrend?"
The elf furrowed his brow, looking actually kinda insulted, if from Dumbledore's words or his laughter, the others couldn't tell."Zu'u los krod. Zu'u dreh ni mindok. Nuz hei drey ni fahral."
"Krod. Hei los geges. Hogwarts los ko England."
The elf frowned, worry showing on his face, while the other teachers looked bewildered between the two, obiouvsly not understanding anything.
"Zu'u dreh ni mindok kolos England los."
Dumbledore sighed. "Tol los... vogluuskei. Zeyda... praan fah nu."
He looked at the others, who were staring, wide-eyed."Let him rest. I'll translate once we're out of here."
xxx
"His name is Link, and he has no idea of where he is, or what he's doing here." Explained the Headmaster. The teachers exchanged worried glances.
"If he's not from here, where does he come from then? And how did an elf end up in the UK, anyway?" Asked Minerva, perplexed.
Dumbledore's eyes lit up with determination, and he smiled. "That's what I'm going to discover. Though" his face became more serious "elves react in a different way than humans about enchantements. I would avoid casting any translating spell on him, until I'll be positive it won't be dangerous."
"Very well, headmaster. Should we know anything else? Like, that he transforms into a lethal dragon in full-moon nights?" Asked Snape with a sarcastic tone.
Unexpectedly, Dumbledore thought about it for a moment. "You know, Severus, you might have a point" He said, seriously. "We don't know anything about this young boy. He might actually be a lycanthrope, or something similar. Those eyes surely are not normal. We should keep an eye on him."
Snape gaped, shocked. "And you expect us to keep a lycanthrope in our school? Headmaster, I'm not so sure this is a good idea..."
"Well, we can not leave him in the cold, or worse, in a Muggle hospital, can we?" replied Minerva. "You know what would they do to him. Muggles can be cruel, especially toward the things (or the creatures) they don't understand. They would probably experiment on him, the poor thing. And what if he really is a lycanthrope? Our school is one of the few building that are equipped for this kind of stuff, and even if it wasn't it would still be thousand times better than any Muggle building."
Snape grumbled, clearly unconvinced.
"So, let me get this straight" Cut in Madame Pomfrey: "There's an elf in my infirmary, who is probably a werewolf or something similar, he only speaks the language of some of the most lethal creatures in this world, and we can't even use a translating spell to understand what he says, because it could backfire with disastrous effects?"
Dumbledore chuckled. That wasn't a bad explanation, actually.
"Actually... yes, though you should try to see it brigthly: we have an unique occasion of studying an elf! And not a house-elf, but a real elf, a creature supposedly extint and powerful like only other few. Besides, it's not like we can't talk with him. You could use a translating spell on yourself."
He looked at his watch, faking surprise. "Oh, my, it's so late! I have to go, I'm afraid. I'll just leave this young man in your hands. Minerva, speak with him when he awakes."
And, with a smile, he was gone.
The teachers exchanged annoyed looks, one thought in their minds.
God-damnit, old man. (A/N: Zelda rap by Starbomb quote!)
xxx
Link had, in his eighteen years of life, seen some really fucked up things: in Ordon only lived humans (and him), who weren't able to use magic and, thus, they saw it in quite a mystical way. The same applied to him, at least until he had to save the boys and Ilia (sweet, nice Ilia who shouted at him every single day, stole his horse and didn't even thank him when he saved her... yeah, they weren't so friends anymore) by the Bulbins. After that event, magic had became quite a normal thing for him. I mean, after you fight motherfucking dragons, you get transformed into a wolf and you have retrieve all the shards of a magic mirror to create a portal toward another world, you get used to that kind of stuff.
Yeah, he had seen some messed up things.
None, though, beated this one.
He was in another world, that was kinda obvious. After all, he was pretty sure that, when he fainted, it was winter. Now, indeed, it was incredibly warm, more or less like the ordonian spring, or the zora village's summer. Uneless he slept for months... but no, that wasn't possible. One does not simply wake up like this after months of coma.
Besides, the place and the people (who spoke some gibberishy language he couldn't understand) looked freakishly alien to him.
The people were probably humans: they didn't have the Hylian's pointed ears, nor the Gerudo's dark skin and fiery hair (not to mention, some of them were certainly not women... or so he hoped), and even their energetic track looked like the ones the people from Ordon had.
Though...
That little bit of magic energy. That one shouldn't have been there.
And, one of the women, a black-haired woman in her mids with glasses, had an aura... that looked suspiciously like the one of a cat. Okay, maybe it was his still-somehow-canine smell that caught the smell of a cat. Maybe she had a cat. She looked nice, though. And he liked cats. Cat-lady, that yould be a good nickname. Mmmmmm.
And- woah! Did that woman just make a pot levitate?
...Mmmm... Pots... It had been a while since the last time I broke one... augh! No, bad Link! Focus! Focus! Concentrate on the fact that the pot is floating, not the thing itself! He tought, ashamed for the lusty look he had shot the clay pot. He just didn't seem to being able to getting rid of the bad habit of breaking every single piece of clay that his eyes fell on. But, whatever.
No human in Hyrule was able to perform magic. The other races could, though most of them were specialized in one kind (for example, most Zoras were decent water mages, but could screw up even the most simple fire spell), but, for some reason, humans simply didn't see to be able even to evocate some minor sparkles, thing that even he, with his insignificant (at least compared to Zelda's and Midna's) magical powers, was able to do. He didn't know why was that. Though, he couldn't say he'd been surprised, when he discovered the fact. After all, he'd noticed his friend's inability to feel and do some of the things he could without any problem. For example, they couldn't hear what he liked to call "the planet's voice". Like, when you discovered a secret passage, or something like that, if you were extremely attentive you could hear a faint jingle, like the place was saying: "Congratulations! You found what you were supposed to found! Now go kicking the bad guys' asses!". Or, when something with ill intentions was nearby, a faint, dangerous-sounding music could be heard. The stronger it was, the nearer was the enemy. But, the most important thing, was the total silence. It was like being warned: be quiet. There's something waiting for you, here. Alive or not, but there is.
When he had told those things to the boys from Ordon, he'd received an incredulous stare from Ilia, an enthusiastic "Woah, that's so cool!" from Colin and some questions about his sanity from Malo.
It had been a shock. His world had always been full of music. At first he really couldn't believe that the Ordonians' one was silent, but in the end he had to accept it.
Though, it was sad. If he lost that sense, he would probably become crazy.
But, Din-damn, his thoughts were going so off-topic! What was wrong with him?!
Oh, hey. Cat-lady had just entered.
xxx
Minerva McGonagall was totally pissed. Or, at least, extremely annoyed. She didn't like babysitting. Okay, maybe the boy was just a little too old to be babysat, but, hey. She was still pissed. The fact that, when she entered, the elf smiled at her, calling "Kaaz-reg", for some reason, annoyed her even more.
She agitated her wand, murmured the spell under her breath and, with a sigh, sat on the chair near Link's (what name was "Link", anyway?!) bed.
"Excuse me, what did you say, when I entered?" She asked, bracing herself for a loooooong day.
Link's eyes widened. "Hey, Cat-lady, how come you speak Hyrulean? Did you learn it in the few hours you were out?"
"I used a spell that-wait. What did you call me?" And what the hell is Hyrulean?
He smiled sheepishly. "I sensed a somewhat feline aura about you, so I nicknamed you Cat-lady, as, you see, I didn't know your name. It doesn't disturb you, does it?"
Minerva blinked. He sensed her being an Animagus? But how? "N-no, actually, it's a nice nickname. However, I'm Minerva McGonagall."
He cocked his head, confused. "You have... two names?"
"No. Minerva's my name, McGonagall my surname."
"I'm afraid you lost me."
Minerva frowned. So there weren't family names, where he came from?
"A surname is a second name every member of a family has."
"Oh, I see. You know, there's no such thing in Hyrule."
"Is that your country's name?" She asked, mildly interested.
He looked surprised. "You don't know about Hyrule? It's like, one of the biggest kingdoms on the planet! At the east of Altea, south of Elios and north of the Great Sea?"
Minerva gaped. "This time you lost me."
Link bit his lower lip. "So I was right, I'm in another world..." He mumbled, almost too low to be heard.
Minerva smiled. "That's exactly my theory. I guess that explains where an elf like you comes from."
"Uh, sorry, but... What's an elf?"
xxx
Okay. Cat-lady (or Minerva MacGona-something, as she called herself) had succeed in confusing him. How did she speak Hyrulean that well, when during their first encounter she looked like she didn't understand anything? Why did they have two names here? And what the hell was an elf? Was that how in this world people called Hylians?
But if that was another world, there shouldn't have been any Hylian. He had been into a different world, before, though, the Twilight Realm wasn't exactly into another universe: it was more like another dimension, so tightly bound to the Light Realm (that's how the Twilis called Hyrule) that they were like two sides of the same coin.
Hyrule was full of twin dimensions, or so he had read: the Twilight Realm, the Shadow Realm, the Sacred Realm, the Silent Realm (Goddesses, quite a lot of Realms, to think about it), Termina, Subrosia, Lorule...
And, though such a strong bond, in none of those dimensions there were Hylians. There were Twilis, Shadows, Subrosians, Terminians, Loruleans... some of them similar to Hylians, but not quite the same.
How could into a totally different universe exist others of his kind, then?
His thoughts were incredibly fast-paced, as his brain (kinda confused for... some reason) desperately searched for the right thing to say and/or do.
Don't be stupid. You already admitted you come from another world, a question won't insult them. Or so I hope, at least.
"Uh, sorry, but... What's an elf?"
"An elf. You know, pointed ears, incredibly strong magician, speaks with animals, good-looking, immortal..."
Ok, What the fuck was she talking about? Ok, he had pointed ears, he could do some tricks with magic and he could, to some extents, understand what animals thought (even more so after all the time he spent as a wolf), but immortality? No way in hell!
"Sorry, Cat-lady, I think you are mistaken. I'm not an elf, I'm quite sure of that: I'm not so great with magic, If only I try to cast a spell of some importance without help I fall asleep and don't wake for two whole days, and believe me when I say I'm not immortal."
She looked quite confused. "What are you, then?"
Link smirked. "I'm a Hylian, mistress Minerva-cat."
A/N: Ok, so. First of all, I would like to explain some stuff.
Link's eyes: Link's eyes are quite peculiar, even in the game. In Twilight Princess, the Light spirits await for a "blue eyed beast", and I always thought that his eyes had to be kinda... feral.
Translation from draconic:
"Where am I?"
"You're into one of the rooms of the school of Hogwarts. What's your name?"
"My name is Link. Where's this Hogwarts?"
"Link? As, in, 'Link'?"
"I'm sorry. I don't know. You didn't answer, though."
"Sorry. You are right. Hogwarts is in England."
"I don't know where England is."
"That's... unfortunate. Just... rest for now."
(Kaaz-reg = Cat-lady)
"God-damnit old man": They're not really angry with Dumbledore, they're just annoyed because they understood he had something in mind, but he wouldn't tell them anything.
Hylian and humans: Hylians have pointed ears, twenty hearts (but only one works a time), finer senses, the ability to use magic, their hair and eyes can be weirdly colored (let's remember that, in Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask there are blue haired and green haired women! I hardly consider that normal!), and their lifespan is of more or less 120 years. Humans are... well, humans. One heart, no magic, etcetera.
The planet's voice: A Link to the past's manga says that Hylians have long ears to hear the Goddesses' voice, and I simply thought they would even be able to hear some of the sound effects of the game, like it's the voice of the planet. You remember the relation between Aeris/th from Final Fantasy VII and the planet Gaia? There. Something like that.
Other worlds and other dimensions: In my stories, a parallel dimension is a world tightly bound to another, while another world is a totally different world. Example: Hyrule and Lorule are parallel dimensions, while Domino City from YuGiOH and Amestris from Fullmetal Alchemist are in different worlds.
Link's confused brain: Link, being an Hylian, is extremely sensitive toward magic, and Hogwarts' one is extremely concentrated, not to mention slightly different than the Hyrulean one. This, united to his Hylian-like fine senses, causes him confusion and some other unpleasant effects. Nothing too serious, though.