A/N: Hooray! Fifth chapter!

I'm sorry I had to use so much line breaks in the last chapters (and this one), but I had to, since the main characters were in different places. When Harry & friends will get to Hogwarts the chapters will be more...well, eventful. Aside for that, this chapter will show two others characters, that I totally, absolutely love... Warning: in this chapter I'll use dovah a lot. And I mean, really, really a lot. I'll also use a little bit of Japanese, and this should tell you who's one of the characters I'll add in here.

Doodle Ladle: Yay! I'm happy you have an account, now! Anyway, the year is the fourth in the Potter universe, while in the Zelda universe is two years after the end of the story (please notice I never finished Twilight Princess, as I'm lost in the city in the Sky, quite literally, but I know everything that happened all the same). Link is nineteen, Shadow is two (but looks fourteen) and Harry & company are fourteen (duh).

Grandshadowseal: You mischievous little boy/girl/asexuated being! You didn't read the second chapter, did you? Haha, just kidding ;-)

However, Link's senses are confused by the different kind of magic at Hogwarts, and that makes him kinda goofy. If you think about it, it was necessary... a Link in his best shape would be able to round-kick Voldemort without a problem! I mean, he fought dragons, yetis, biiiiiig spiders, even the great Ganon himself without any magic or the "mommy sacrificed herself to give him weird powers" thing to help him, and some mister Voldypants should stop him? Phooey.

DarkKitsuneFluffy: Well, the monsters in the games explode because the games are usually rated 12+. I want to make this story a little more realistic. Also, I needed the bokoblins to leave corpses and blood, and I want to give the impression that the monsters are living beings, not just magic soulless evil creatures. Take Bulbins, for example: they even had a village in the desert, in TP. And in SS (bad acronym, now that I think about it) there are bokoblin camps (not to mention the snow wolves in TP I totally love them omg *fangirling about videogame monsters*).

Telron: Awwwwww thanks X3

it's wonderful to see you like this story so much ^^

Chapter five:

Dark dreams and darker truth

Zelda looked out of the window, as the sun started rising. The dawn of a new day. The dawn of the seventh week. Forty-nine days since Link disappeared like a poe at dawn.

Where was he?

He wasn't dead. She would know.

But he wasn't in Hyrule, either.

How did she know that?

She just did. A Triforce holder knew many things.

She knew when someone had ill intentions toward her or the peoples she cared for.

She knew when her people were losing faith, and she knew how to make them smile and have trust in the Golden Goddesses again.

She knew what was better to say, and in what cases.

And she knew that Link was nowhere near.

Her gazed wandered aimlessly.

The sky, where the remains of the ancient Skyloft floated lazily.

The city, bustling and lively as ever.

The mountains, the desert, the lake, Ice Peak...

And the forest.

Before she could even think to do something stupid (as in, dressing as a guy and escape to go searching for Link), a light knock distracted her from those nostalgic thoughts. The door of her room creaked open, and a pale face peered in.

"Kulaas?"

She sighed. "Come in, Hynna."

A young girl with deep green eyes and freckles all over her face stepped in, holding a cup of warm liquid.

"The cup of tea you asked for is ready."

The older girl took the cup, a sad smile on her face. "Thank you. I needed it badly."

The young maid looked worried. "Princess, you haven't slept all the day... Maybe you should avoid drinking so much exciting helpings..."

Zelda didn't answer. She took a sip of her tea, staring at the pinkish sky of the morning.

"Hynna."

"Kulaas?"

The brunette looked at the girl. "You know what the Miraad Wapur Vorey is?

Hynna nodded, puzzled. "The 'door toward the other', the ancient portal. Of course."

"And do you know where and when it appears?"

The redhead frowned, deep in thought. "The Praag do Hun, the need of a Hero, and the Buush do Suleyk, the clash of power. When those two things happen at the same time, the lot Miraad will open to the needed, in a place of revak luh, of sacred magic." She recited.

Zelda smiled. "Very well, Hynna. I see you studied."

The Hylian blushed. "Well, yeah, Kulaas... my parents wanted me to be well-instructed."

"And... do you like reading?"

"Er... yes, Kulaas. Especially the romances..." She giggled, embarrassed at the admission.

Zelda laughed a little, and stood up. "I'll go praying. Please, tell my bodyguard to come after me inside the Temple."

"Ii, Kulaas."

xxx

"Onihime-sama."

Zelda didn't turn, but opened her eyes. "Impa."

The woman stood up from her kneeling position. She was in her mid years, but her body, that revealed an hard life, was well-toned and muscled. Snow white hair were tied in a tight bun, revealing a pale face, strong features and big red eyes.

"Whatever you are thinking to do, Zelda-sama, it's not a good idea."

Zelda chuckled. "We spend too much time together, Impa. You're starting reading my thoughts."

The woman didn't look amused in the least. "What do you have in mind?"

The Hylian girl sighed. "Gee, Impa. You can't take a joke to save your life."

"Onihime-sama."

The serious tone of the Sheikah made Zelda frown, and she gave up.

"Do you know the legend of the ancient portal?"

"Do you think the hero has been sent into another world?"

"I don't think so. I'm sure of that. And I plan on helping him returning home."

Impa knelt besides Zelda, her brows furrowed. "And how do you plan on leaving the castle? The council won't permit it, you know."

The Princess smirked. "Remember those martial arts lessons you gave me?"

"You are not thinking about disguising yourself as a Sheikah, are you?"

"Like I said, we spend too much together, Impa."

"ONIHIME-SAMA!"

xxx

Harry swallowed.

He knew this was a dream. He'd felt this sensation before. Of being there, but not quite. Of not being able to interact with anything.

However, this dream, was different.

First, he was in Little Whinging. No weird places he'd never been before, just the terrible place he lived in during summer.

Second, there weren't any people known to him nearby.

And third, there wasn't Voldemort or anyone of his minions.

Anywhere.

The man that stood proudly on the grass of the little park looked nothing like him.

For starters, he had hair: short, shiny and straight hair, of a shocking albescent color.

Secondarily, he wasn't wearing the black robe dark wizards usually wore. Instead, he was covered with white tight pants, white gloves and a rich-looking red and gold cape.

It was funny how, even counting the hair, the skin that the moonlight made looking pearl-gray and the pointed ear that came out of his hair, he still looked more human than the Dark Lord (and, well, way more girly, as he looked like a Lady Gaga cosplayer, but whatever).

His lips (also white, what was wrong with this guy and the love for that color?!) were frowning, in a fashion that reminded him of the face Professor McGonagall had made when Hermione, in the first year, had lied about the troll to protect him and Ron.

"I am utterly disappointed, you know that?"

Yup. He was right.

A figure on the ground, that Harry hadn't noticed before, coughed miserably, and something black stained the grass.

"Commander, I..." He said, sounding like a young boy whose voice had become rough after screaming too much.

Gaga-guy grabbed his hair, painfully, judging from the boy's whimpers, and brought his face closer to the other's one. "No, no more 'Commander, I'. I can stand failure, hell, it's impossible to everything to go always right, but if there's something I can't stand it's betrayal!"

The guy sounded like on the edge of tears, and Harry wondered what the pearl-skinned man had done to him before. "I... am not... a traitor." he whined weakly.

The other laughed, bitingly. "Oh, I see. Then killing eleven, and I say, eleven of your own team without a second thought is totally normal." He replied, sarcasm dripping from his smooth voice.

He released the boy's hair, and he fell breathing heavily on the grass. "I expected more from you, seriously."

"They were going to wipe out this place. The cover would've blown up like a bomb flower!"

The commander sighed, this time sounding exasperated. "Look, boy, as much as I am a sadist, I don't like hurting my allies either. However, if you kill an entire unit of bokoblins, I must do something."

Harry could practically feel the boy on the ground's fear.

"Oh, don't worry, I won't kill you. I know this won't happen again, however..." He smirked, holding out a test-tube, full of... something. "You can forget this for at least a week."

"What?! I need that stuff! How do you think I'll manage to survive a week without it?!"

"That's none of my business. Anyway, I know you are a clever boy. Don't make your father's same end."

"I don't plan to, don't worry." Growled darkly the guy.

"Sweet. Then I have nothing more to say to you. Bye-bye."

And, just as Gaga-guy disappeared in a whirl of black and red diamond thingies waving happily his hand, Harry opened his eyes.

"What. The. Fuck."

xxx

The morning after that dream, Harry went to Shadow's house even earlier, to tell him of his weird subconscious experience.

When he knocked, however, nobody answered.

He knocked again, this time louder.

"Shadow?"

From inside the house, the boy's voice came muffled. "Not today, Potter."

"Shadow, you okay?"

"Do I sound okay, you idiot?"

Harry scowled. Always so candid, the guy.

"Do you want me to call a doctor?" He asked, worried for his friend's wellbeing.

"No!"

Harry blinked, surprised by Shadow's alarmed cry.

"...F-fine... if you prefer it that way..."

"Go away, Potter."

"B-but-"

"Goddammit, Harry, go the fuck away!"

The boy-who-lived silenced himself, shocked. After a few seconds, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and he muttered, angrily: "Oh, is that so, uh? We'll see."

He went behind the ex-abandoned house, and started climbing, using the vines that still grew up on the walls as a fortune ladder.

"You won't get rid of me so easily, I'm sorry..."

He headed toward a broken window, on the first story. The glass had pretty much disintegrated, and so, if he payed a little bit of attention, he wouldn't get cut.

A little jump, and he was inside.

He found himself gaping, all of his anger disappearing like an ass the Math test day.

The house didn't look inhabited, or even inhabitable for that matter: broken glasses, dust and spider nets were everywhere. Half of the furniture was broken, the floor creaked threateningly at every step, and the walls looked like they were crumbling to pieces.

How could Shadow live like this? It was no wonder he'd ended up getting ill. It was a miracle that he hadn't earlier, for God's sake!

He started going down the stairs.

"Shadow?" He whispered.

His eyes widened, and his mouth opened in a scream.

xxx

The commander was going easy on him.

After all, he'd basically been grounded. A little beating and then week without going out to avoid getting fried alive, not much of a problem. What could possibly go wrong?

Oh, yeah. Potter.

The bane of his existence.

So. Much. Annoying. The brat had showed up at 7:45 (What the fuck was wrong with him?!), calling for him and being nosy.

Ugh.

So.

Annoying.

He'd told him to fuck off, obviously.

He'd thought it'd worked.

He'd never been so wrong in his whole two years of life.

Potter had climbed inside the house from behind. And now he was staring at him. And now, he was screaming of terror.

Fuck.

Xxx

The moment of blind panic had ended, and Harry was like paralyzed, while he stared at the person-demon?- in front of him.

Shadow, or whatever he had became, stood in the middle of the sitting room, with, instead of one of his usual long-sleeved shirts, a black singled and also black shorts on (A/N: I know, girls. Nice mental image. Be careful not to stain with blood the floor), that showed his even paler than before skin marked by several scars and bruises.

On his left arm, the same tattoo he'd seen the first time they met, moved slowly, shining ominously.

But, hey, looking at the whole thing, it wasn't incredible it moved.

Shadow's hair had became of a dark purple, and from it emerged two pointy ears. His eyes were blood red, and when he opened his mouth to curse toward him, he noticed that his canines were disturbingly similar to Professor Lupin's fangs during his "period".

"Goddammit, Potter! I had my reasons when I told you to remain out!"

Yep, he sure had...

Shadow glared at him for a few moments, before sitting on the couch with a loud sigh.

"Ok, so. Are you going to call an exorcist, or something? Because, if you are, at least call him during evening. I had to drink three cups of coffee just to answer you. Too bad, however. I wanted to remain a little more."

Harry swallowed. "Shadow, what..."

"What am I? Is that what you wanted to ask?" Harry nodded, kind of freaked out.

Shadow cackled, amused.

"Gee, and then I though you were clever. Isn't that obvious? I'm a demon, you dumbass."

Oh well.

That explained stuff.

A/N: Wow, no Link at all in this chapter... I feel bad for him, I almost feel like I'm making Shadow the main character... and what a crappy ending. Whatever.

Litul dictionary of dovah

Kulaas: Literally, it means "Princess". Just think of it as an honorific.

Lot Miraad: "Great Portal"

Ii: Aye

Litul dictionary of Japanese:

Onihime-sama: Princess

Sama: Honorific

Explanations:

Golden Trio: Think about it. This phrase can be used to indicate both the three Goddesses, Din, Nayru and Farore, and the group made of Harry, Ron and Hermione. Heh.

Redheads: If you look at Ocarina of Time, Link and Zelda are the only blonde Hylians you'll ever see... isn't that weird? I guess at the time blond hairs were unusual. In Twilight Princess, instead, I only saw raven-haired, redheads and blondes. No brunettes. And both Zelda and Link are either bronze-haired (Zelda) or have blonde/brownish hair (Link). I see what you did here, Nintendo...

The legend of the Miraad Wapur Vorey: An ancient legend that says that, when into another world that is currently traveling near Hyrule is needed an hero, and there is a great peak of magic or other powers in both worlds at the same time, a portal will open near a sacred location, and the world in need will receive an help.

Impa: I know she doesn't actually appear in Twilight Princess, and that Sheikahs are supposed to be extincted but, hey: Impa is Impa. And I couldn't simply put aside Sheikahs... I mean, they are elvish dark ninjas. ELVISH. DARK. NINJAS. However, in this story I'm using my own Impa, similar to the one in Ocarina of Time, but with the amazing clothes of the one from Hyrule Warriors, and her hair in a bun. Ninja level: 100% awesomeness.

Disguising as a Sheikah: Yup. Cross-dresser Zelda, I choooooose you!

The commander: I know you recognized him... I simply had to put him in this story, he's so funny! However, I noticed I made him sound like Xerxes Break from Pandora Hearts... Hum.