A/N: I gave up with Of spaceships and magic for now. But, my dear Fullmetal Alchemist fans, do not worry. I'm fighting hard the author's block, (though he's totally wasting me... ^^;)

Anyway. This chapter will start as an Harry chapter, 'cause I love that skinny gryffindor (He looks like me, actually... pale, scrawny, dark hair, though mine are dark-brown with some reddish hair and eyeglasses. Oh, and complete lack of self-esteem. That's always good to remember), and then... hehehe, you'll see... :-)

XhikariSoraX: Yes, Minerva actually thinks that Link is good-looking. But, I mean, have you seen him? He's drop-head gorgeous!

Okay, maybe I'm not neutral, since my second crush was Link from Ocarina of Time 3D (the first being N from Pokemon... yeah... what a sad person am I...), but he really is. Just like the one from Ocarina of Time, Skyward Sword, Hyrule Warriors... gah, I'm drooling.

Telron: After your review, I actually went looking for the cut-scenes on YouTube... and, I'm sorry, but you are wrong. Ilia and the boys were kidnapped by bulbins, not shadow monsters. It's Link who gots kidnapped and dragged into the Twilight by them. Also, though Midna never says the names (unlike Fi and Navi), Keeses and Skulltulas are very common monsters in Twilight Princess. And... What's Kurakura town?

Guest: Thank you! Thank you very much! Yes, Italian translators are jerks, I agree. Though, Voldemort remained Voldemort. Weird, isn't it? Maybe they left it that way because "mort" sounds like the word "morte", that in Italian means "Death".

Chapter two:

Black floating thingies and goth neightbours

"Wonderful. Simply wonderful. We come here to see the Quiddich tournament and all we get is: a terrible nausea, two Malfoy dorks, and a dark mark in the sky." Grumbled Ron, unamused.

"Well, actually, you managed to see Ireland vs. Bulgaria" Commented Harry in a monotone. The redhead had been tormenting him and the others the whole day, and now it took all of his self-control to avoid transmuting his friend into a pocket watch, as professor McGonagall had sometimes threatened to do.

Just before Harry could snap and do something not really nice to the red-head, Mr. Weasley entered the tent they had took refuge into after the attack. "Boys, you can start packing. We're going."

Finally, Ron stopped mumbling angrily, and Harry took a relieved breath. After some, blissful moments of almost complete silence, one of the twins (Fred? George? He'd given up trying to guess) appeared out of thin air with a loud "crack". The other followed instantly.

"Hey Harry!"

"Guess what?"

"We found-"

"-something interesting-"

"-out there!" They exclaimed in unison.

Harry sighed. Goodbye, peace. "Something like what?" He asked, preparing for one of their usual pranks.

Fred (George?) handed him a bottle, and Harry furrowed his brows. Inside, some weird, rectangular black particles floated into some kind of orange-ish gas , bouncing on the glass walls.

"What's this?" He asked, perplexed.

"We have no idea!"

"We had to use an enchanted bottle, to keep the black thingies inside, and then the air turned like this."

"Isn't that weird?"

Ron looked at the thing. "Must be some spell's remains. Just... drop it somewhere, or something like that."

The twins shrugged.

"Whatever. We'll just keep it as a doorstop."

Harry, however, wasn't of the same advice. His eyes remained locked to the bottle, a feeling of dread bubbling inside him.

Whatever that thing was...

...it wasn't something good.

xxx

Harry returned to Privet Drive still feeling uneasy, and the eerie atmosphere of the empty street didn't surely help. The very idea of returning to the Dursleys made his stomach wobble, so he opted for retiring some minutes into the lonely, empty little park, and taste the peacefulness of the place, alone.

He stopped.

Because he wasn't alone.

xxx

Shadow glanced at the sky, bored. What kind of mission was this?

His commander had given him a test-tube full of blood and told him to occupy an abandoned house, waiting for more orders.

That's what he was doing, sitting on a swing since three. Fucking. Hours.

He sighed. What was the commander doing? Counting the tatami's knots?

Well, at least that meant they trusted him, leaving him alone for such a long time. It was something.

Shadow wasn't someone you would trust.

Even not noticing his claws and fangs, his red eyes, his dark purple hair, and his pointed ears didn't inspire trust, in normal people.

No-one cared for him, and he cared for no-one.

His life was all about working. When his commander didn't have a mission for him, the hours were dull and boring. He just slept through the day, occasionally drinking or eating something, or training, the only slightly lively moment in his life.

But what else could he do? He had no friends. The others thought he was just a shadow, a mindless doll, without any free will or feelings.

Well, that's what he was supposed to be, after all. Even his name said that. Shadow Link. Just a clone, a doppelganger created in a lab.

That's why he'd never tried to make friends.

That's why nobody cared for him.

… Actually, to be completely honest, at a time there had been someone who cared for him.

His father.

The idiot who made him like this, making his life miserable and signing his own death penalty: the boss didn't like his minions to be so... "open to unwanted ideas".

The man had disappeared two weeks after Shadow's creation.

His commander had refused to tell him anything, and the doppelganger had simply accepted his creator's death.

Shadow felt no pity for the man. After all, he was living such a life because the stupid magician wanted to give him feelings.

He winced, as his left arm started burning like hell.

It always did, when he thought about his father.

Shadow turned up the shirt's sleeve, and frowned. Bright orange lines and circles moved incessantly on his pale skin.

"Shit. This' no good..." he grumbled.

He'd always had those lines, as in his veins there was Twili blood (necessary to give him the powers the Big Boss wanted him to have), but every time they became of that color instead of they normal pale green and started moving, something bad was simply bound to happen.

"Excuse me, are you new here?"

Shadow swore internally.

He turned. A scrawny boy, maybe fourteen, with black hair, green eyes and geeky rounded glasses, was looking at him, curious.

Shadow frowned. The blood he had to drink once a week preserved him from burning alive because of the sunshine, and changed his features into more human ones, but that didn't made him good at behaving with people... indeed, the idea of having changed form disturbed him so much that it actually made him worse. And that was sayin' something.

He sighed. "Guess so."

"Guess so"? Wtf does this mean, you idiot?! Either you are or you aren't! He scolded himself.

The guy cocked his head. "What does that mean?"

"...I meant, yes, yes I am. I just moved into that house, there." He pointed at the old house he was living (more like vegetating, actually) in.

"I thought it was uninhabitable."

Shadow shrugged. "I found it pretty livable, actually." Why was this guy bothering him? Shouldn't humans of that age just... I don't know, enjoy the summer season until school (whatever it was) started?

The leaf-eyed boy just stared, perplexed.

Oh, my Demise, just leave me alone! He silently pleaded.

xxx

The guy was no older than him, with jet black hair, pale green eyes and a skin that looked like it'd never seen the sun. On his left arm, there were bright orange lines. A tattoo, maybe? But what kind of parent would allow a fourteen years old to have a tattoo?

Though, for a moment, right before the weird boy covered it with a ridiculously long sleeve for the weather, the lines almost looked like they were... moving?

He shrugged it off. Ridiculous. Must have been some optic effect. He thought.

The guy surely was weird. For starters, he lived into an abandoned house. Then, he answered to all the questions with an impatient and awkward look, like he wasn't used to people asking him things.

Harry offered him a hand, hesitant. "Right, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Harry. Harry Potter." He silently prayed that the guy was just a muggle goth, or something like that.

To his relief, the guy didn't show any sign of recognition.

He awkwardly shook the offering hand, muttering: "Shadow."

"Shadow? It's a weird name."

"It's a nickname. I don't like my real name, so people just call me that way."

"Huh. Well, welcome in Little Whinging... I guess."

"Thanks... I guess."

Harry blinked. And burst out laughing.

A/N: GAH! SO SHORT! But, whatever...

More explaining...

Back to the Dursleys: I don't quite remember when the Quiddich tournament took place, but I think it happened some time before the start of the scholastic year. Harry was supposed to remain with the Weasleys, but after the attack, he had to return to the Dursleys.

Counting the tatami's knots: A Japanese saying. It basically means "doing something useless just for the sake of doing something."

I always liked this figure of speech, so I decided to randomly use it. Well, maybe not so randomly, after all Legend of Zelda is Japanese, isn't it?

Shadow's father death: While a powerful slave without free will is quite useful, Shadow has a personality and feelings, and so, he can betray the "boss" if he wants, or at least try to. Thus, for disobeying to his master, Shadow's creator was put to death, or maybe imprisoned, or... something else. I'm not sure.

Shadow's Twili blood: I have this idea that the Twilis are Sheikahs that got corrupted during the centuries they lived into the Twilight Realm, and Sheikahs were known to be Shadow magicians (now that I think about it, they're like walking crossovers between Naruto and YuGiOh XD). So, to give Shadow some powers, they had to use Twili blood, as Sheikahs are extincted.

Burning in the sun: Remember that Midna always takes her shadow form, when you're not a wolf? Twilis are kinda like vampires (more than Edward Cullen surely), as they have fangs, red eyes, pale skin and the solar light damages them. Besides, Shadow is partly doppelganger too, and the Hylian blood in his veins is not enough to avoid the damages the light does to his body.

Shadow's age: Shadow was created during Twilight Princess (2 years before the start of this fan fiction), and magically aged. Though, aging someone with magic is kinda dangerous, even when made by powerful mages, and therefore they could only age him up to the age of fourteen. Going further would have end up damaging irreversibly his body. Shadow, in fact, is the third attempt to create a dark clone of Link (During TP, obviously). The other two were destroyed by the attempts of aging them up to the age of seventeen and fifteen.