A/N: Woppedoo! Another chapter! I think you are going to like this... hehehehe... because we'll see Link's first true lesson! Hooray!

Little hint about the subject: what is the first monster you remember killing in Ocarina of Time and Skyward Sword?

Now, back to serious stuff. Yeah, well, more serious.

Shadows from Twilight: … Well, damn. Now I feel bad for him. Anyway, thanks! Your review was incredibly appreciated, and I think too that forgetting the canon plot may be a good thing. It's never good when a fanfic becomes more like a copy & paste of the original plot than a fresh story. It gets annoying. Same thing goes for mashups... I hate it when the only thing that change are the characters.

Omaiga: Um... that's great...?

Doodle Ladle: XD don't kill me for my Kakashiness! (Actually, the idea of Link that is always late came exactly the day I posted the last chappie... mea culpa XD). I couldn't wait to write this chapter either, and I also bought Majora's Mask a while ago. I'm currently trying to get through the well in Ikana Canyon. Sadly, no avail. What a useless human being am I. :-/

-edit, more or less a week later: never mind. Did it. And royally whooped Majora's ass with the aid of the Fierce Deity mask. Awww yeah.

(P.S: Now your pun is stuck in my head. Thanks a lot, princess. Or prince. Or dragon. Whatever.)

(P.P.S: Thanks for telling Changeling about my story ;D)
XhikariSoraX: OwO Awwwwww it's always nice to see an affectionate reader (now I sound like an old lady who writes detective stories...)! *Hugs you*

Dragonspirit996: Haha, I know right? The idea came from some of the timed sidequests or trials in the Zelda games (not counting Majora's Mask for obvious reasons), where if you fail, you must redo it all. The idea is that I noticed that things that would take you weeks to complete if they weren't timed (like: "Oh, I have this eyeball frog that I have to bring to the doctor... meh, I'll do it later.") take you just a few minutes (some times even less) if you receive the right... ummm... kick in the ass to give you the push you need.

Grandshadowseal: O_O It scares me thinking about what Moody and Link could do together...

Guest: Itachi: "... I wasn't trying to be..."

Changeling: O.O No way, I hadn't thought about Ryoga! Awwww, I love him too XD

And I manage to get lost easily too, tough only in videogames. It's since I started playing Ocarina of Time that I get lost in the first town of every Zelda game I play XD

Anyway, I'm glad you like this story!

BrandonBgamer: I'm flattered by your comment! However, I would like to make you notice that those of the Lorulean race have frequently purple hair and/or red eyes. The color red of the eyes, in Hyrule, is got only by the Sheikah, Twili and Rito tribes. You will never see a Hylian with red eyes.

Kafei has red eyes, but he's a Terminian.

GeekyGamer: Haha, happy you liked my lame jokes XD

Guest #1: Aye aye, Captain! ^^

Guest #2: I do not know what "weeaboo" is supposed to mean, but I understand it's an insult, probably to my mental capacities. How funny. You know what's the last trend? It's called constructive criticism. Maybe you should try that. Is the problem my English? Because I think I made clear that I'm Italian, learned English practically all by myself, and therefore, some typos are to be expected, though I try my best. Or is it about the plot, the characters, the writing style? Because you could have said it in a nicer way. You know, something along the lines of "you should do this" or "I didn't really like that". Random insults make people feel like utter-sorry for the term- shit. And they do not help you improving. Ugh, I don't know why I am even losing my time. You probably aren't even reading this, if you thought my story was so bad it deserved a flame. Still, if you are, then, please, tell me what the hell did I do wrong to deserve your negative review. Now that would be helpful. Also... what does "Weeaboo" mean? Really.

I'm trying to make my chapters longer, so it could take me a little to update. Just so you know. And, btw, I noticed that in the last chapter I wrote that it was the seventh chapter instead of the sixth. Shame on me. Oh, and there will be a minor (REALLY minor) spoiler about Game of Thrones. Nothing big, but still...

Chapter seven:

Herbicidal and stuff needed here!

Boring.

Boooooring.

Shadow looked at the sun through the curtains, trying to make it set before time with only his will's power.

Obviously, no avail.

Ugh. He wanted to go ooooooooout...

Stupid Commander who grounded him. Stupid bokoblins who couldn't keep their filthy hands for themselves. Stupid Potter who didn't leave him alone and stupid Potter who had left him alone at the wrong moment. Oh, screw that. Stupid everything.

He started banging repeatedly his head on a wall, hoping perhaps to get a concussion. Anything to pass the time.

In almost a week of not going out during the day, he already had: read all his books twice, repaired the TV in the sitting room thanks to a manual ("Repairing for dummies",was it?), started watching said TV, started liking a show called "Game of Thrones", started disliking it when he understood what they meant with "incest" (I mean, ew! He didn't have a sibling, but ew. That was just plain wrong), learned how to cook pizza (and, okay, enjoying it quite a bit) and killed pretty much every cockroach in a kilometers' range.

Leaving him with nothing else to do.

He'd even ended up trying to talk to himself like those weirdos in that Japanese cartoon about card games but, sadly, no ancient spirit was hidden in his unconscious, and so nobody answered.

Gah.

The boredom was so annihilating that even the Commander's diamond portal was a welcome sight.

"Hey, Debbie." Groaned Shadow, sitting heavily on the couch.

The man frowned. "Told you a million times I do not like that nickname you gave me."

"Aww, but it suits you so well..."

"Debbie" rolled his eyes. "To think I came here to put you out of your misery. If that's how you treat me, then I have to assume you don't need this..."

As the young demon saw the little bottle of blood in his hands, his eyes widened.

"Wha- when- how did you manage to put your hands on that?!"

The white-haired man smirked. "Flattery will bring you everywhere. The lady of the Blood Bank was more than happy to give this to me."

"Basically, you hypnotized her."

The demon raised an eyebrow. "Don't underestimate my good looks and charming personality, brat. I'm more than capable of seducing a human lady without any dirty tricks such as hypnosis."

"How females can like you will always be a mystery for me, Snaketongue."

"Do you want this thing or not? Because I'm starting to regretting losing my time to help your ungrateful ass."

Shadow took the test-tube, bowing mockingly with a smirk on his face. "Anything to annoy you, Lady Gaga."

"Go die in a hole."

"That's exactly how I plan on dying. That, or by the hand of angry cuccos."

xxx

"So, so! Hurry up, kids!"

The students ran after their enthusiastic teacher, who looked like a child on Christmas day.

Draco wheezed, breathless. "But- professor- what are we doing in the forest?" After the little prank the teacher had pulled on him, his esteem of the guy (though still technically really low) had raised a bit, and his manners toward him had become just a little better.

Link grinned. "I spent every single moment here either reading or exploring this place... and I noticed that your books forgot to describe some of the creatures that can be found in the forest. Don't worry" He added, seeing the apprehensive faces of his students "Just remain near me and everything will be okay."

"Why does this phrase just make me more uneasy?" Muttered the Slytherine under his breath, and most of the others silently agreed.

The young man stopped abruptly, and Ron almost bumped into his back from the surprise.

"Here we are."

Everybody looked around, at a loss.

"Um... professor?" Asked Harry, uncertain. "There isn't... anything here."

Link smirked. "Just because you can't see it, doesn't mean there isn't anything around."

The students shifted uncomfortably, looking everywhere nervously, and the teacher sighed, slightly amused.

"Just look."

He took a little pebble and hurled it to the ground with force. Instantly, the nightmarish form of a big, nasty carnivorous plant, with a purplish "head" and each tooth as long as an adult's hand emerged from the ground, hissing threateningly and earning terrified screams from the students.

Link chuckled. "Students, meet your first Deku Baba. Deku Baba, meet my students."

The fourteen years old kids just stared at the thing, frozen in fear.

"Aw, come on, it doesn't bite! No, okay, it actually does bite, but don't go too close and you'll be okay."

Link clapped his hands happily. "Alright! So, this, as I already said, is a Deku Baba, a cute little thing I bet everyone would just love to have in their garden. These little bastards' only wish is to chomp down one of your legs, so be careful. Now, there are two ways of getting rid of one of these: either you cut off the stalk, or you slash the head through the mouth. The head has a thick shell that no blade is able to cut through, so don't try attacking it unless you wish to lose an arm and a leg. To kill it once and for all, you have to use one of these methods and then burning the bulb, or either it will just regrow in a few hours or so."

A Slytherine brunette girl raised her hand, puzzled. "But why using a blade? Wouldn't a magic attack be more effective? "

"The shell is resistant even to most spells, that's why I'm saying this. Besides, miss, I would like to remind you that I teach about wandless defense, not 'using magic even for lacking of toilet paper'..."

The girl blushed and muttered something as the teacher smiled and the other students chuckled.

"Though, yes. A fire spell would actually be pretty effective. Just remember that, if you keep counting that way on your magic, you'll be in big trouble if someone privates you of your wand. And that's exactly what I want to avoid by doing these lessons."

The girls squealed a little as the Slytherine got a friendly pat on the head by the gorgeous professor.

"Now! Who wants me to show you how to take care of this pretty girl?"

Everybody cheered.

Xxx

"Aaaah! Bloody thing!"

Ron jumped back, when the monster tried to chew on him.

Link chuckled. "I told you to avoid getting too close, Weasley."

"But how can I cut it if I can't go toward it?" Whined the Gryffindor, glaring at the Deku Baba (that they had decided to name Sophie) threateningly.

"Ron, you are using a sword, not a don't need to be able to smell Sophie's breath."

They had been practicing with the monster since half an hour, slicing the air in front of it just enough so that they would learn the moves without killing it (or risking getting killed).

As the redhead flushed and returned to his task grumbling, Harry approached the young teacher.

"Um... professor?"

Link looked at him. "Ah, Potter...?"

Harry shifted uncomfortably. The question had been gnawing at him since the first lesson, but he'd never found the courage to ask it.

"Um, I was wondering... what happened to... you know..."

"My ears?" Smiled the man.

"Well... yes."

Link chuckled again. "This is what you get when you try helping a friend of yours brewing a new potion. Happened once, now I'm stuck with elf years. Though, she said they looked pretty on me, so I'm not complaining."

"Oh."

After some moments spent watching Hermione's attempts at circling Sophie without losing a hand, Link looked at the younger boy.

"What about your scar?"

Harry blinked.

Okay.

The scar.

Well, that was unexpected.

How did Link not know what that scar meant? Truth to be told, he had noticed that the professor seemed unperturbed when he'd first read his name on the list, but he'd thought it was because he didn't want to treat him differently. Looked like he was wrong. The man simply had no idea of who he was!

"Well..."

A loud roar interrupted him.

xxx

Ediinnakiin the fire eater huffed, annoyed. The man he'd affectionately dubbed Saakomjul was, once again, staring at him in what looked like complete awe. He was almost tempted of shouting at him. You know, being gaped at for days was not his idea of having fun. He'd let the little, powerful human caging him, when he'd heard the reason, but this was just plainly annoying. Yes, the ice shout. Just a little bit of self-control and it would be just enough to frighten him off. Not enough to make an ice statue, though.

He scolded himself. It wasn't polite to shout in front of the ladies.

The she-dovah in the cage near his growled lightly, her gorgeous scarlet scales shining in the afternoon sun of the rainy land. A fine female specimen of the dovah race, indeed. If his memory didn't deceive him, her name was Sahqoves... red precious. How fitting.

"Humans can be so irritating, sometimes. Don't you think, Saak Zeymah?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Ii. But the powerful one has his reasons, Brinaah. Let's just be patient."

"If you say so, Zeymah."

He looked at the sky, something bothering him. But what? Was it about to rain? Nah, there wasn't one single cloud in the sky. Then what?

He let out a gasp, when Sahqoves roared.

"Brinaah! What are you doing!"

She roared again, clawing madly at the metal bars of the cage.

"Monsters! Abused zeymah! The Suvulaan! The Suvulaan will come again!"

"What are you talking about?!" He asked, desperately.

She didn't answer."Yol toor shul!"

He avoided the shout, the flame melting down the cage. The she dovah took off, bellowing crazily.

"Where are you going?!"

"HE WILL PAY!"

xxx

Everybody screamed in terror, as a dragon landed in the clearing.

Link's eyes widened, and he quickly took the sword from the hands of Ron, who just stood frozen in fear.

The dragon roared again. "KRIVAAN!"

The young teacher furrowed his brows, as the beast spoke with its growling voice.

"HEI KRII DII ZEYMATH, GROHIIK JUL! ARGOROK DO FIN VULON DIR DAHIK DO HEI, AHRK HEI FEN DIR DAHIK DO ZEY!"

Harry backed. "Professor!"

"Get back, Potter, and take Weasley with you! She wants me!"

"She?!"
"The dragon! Just go!" Cried desperately the teacher, before facing the beast. "Reg! Genaz dreh ni! Til los kiir het!" He shouted, the harsh but at the same time melodious words surprising the golden trio.

"I didn't know dragons spoke!" Exclaimed Ron, that had just managed to regain his senses.

Hermione looked back. "Me neither, but have you noticed that the prof is talking its same language like it's no big deal?!" She shrieked.

Harry just kept running, looking every few seconds behind his back to catch glimpses of his professor avoiding fire breaths and trying to jump on a dragon's back, sword in hand like a perfect St. George.

"Do you think he'll be okay?" Asked Ymir, the Slytherine brunette, worried.

Harry didn't answer, being too breathless for the run, opting instead for smiling reassuringly and shrugging.

Draco wheezed. "How do we exit this dammit forest?!"

Hermione pointed to a ridge. "Up there! This way we'll be able to see where we're going and where's the dragon!"

From the high place, the children noticed that Link looked surprisingly good at fighting dragons: he had avoided the claws and the fire breaths like a pro, and now had, somehow, managed to mount on its neck, clutching tightly one of the spikes that protruded from the back of the head.

Feeling suddenly elated, Harry brought his hands to his mouth. "Go Professor! You can do it!"

Hermione grinned, and joined the shout.

After some moments, the whole class was encouraging loudly their brave teacher, their voices apparently managing to arrive to the young man, as he raised his head and gave them a little wave.

Everybody gasped as he was thrown against a tree.

Xxx

Link was not having fun.

He'd fought dragons, before. Hell, his whole lineage had fought dragons since the very first hero (or so he'd been told). Normally, he would've been able to win the fight pretty easily: the she dragon was young, inexpert, and wasn't in her best form. However, he wasn't either.

A millisecond of distraction and he found himself hitting violently a tree.

Everything went black for a second, and terror clutched his gut. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind and dispelling the fear. He had the Triforce of Courage, for Din's sake!

He held the sword tighter, opened his eyes and stared hard at the beast. He quickly scanned the being's body for any visible weak point.

And he found it.

A small black shard, deeply imbedded in its neck. It was probably that what had triggered the animal's anger. The poor thing probably hadn't attacked him willingly.

He climbed the tree, using a branch to jump again on the dragon's head.

With a shout, he slashed at the shard.

A/N: (I like The Chronicles of Ice and Fire, but the incest thing simply freaked me out!)

Draco's weird attitude: I'm not changing this, hehe. The idea is to be neutral about him, like, "he's an ass, but he can also be reasonable, sometimes". That's because I think that, if I made Bratco act like a little shit all the time, it would've sounded too fake to me. He can't be wrong and untactful about everything, can he?

The Deku Baba: Like I said before, if he managed to pass through the portal, then why shouldn't Deku Baba seeds?

Saakomjul: "Big hair man", obviously Hagrid.

Saak Zeymah: "Big brother".

Brinaah: "sister"

Ymir: Not an important character, just the example of a Slytherine who is not a butthole. I never liked the fact that Slytherines are always depicted like little shits. Theoretically, that house is supposed to be for cunning people, not evil. I wonder how Crab and Goyle ended there...

… I would end up there, if I went to Hogwarts. Surely. And I would probably spend my days giving the finger to Malfoy.

The conversation between Sahqoves and Link is not important, but if you want you can try to translate it.