A/N: I hate myself for having used a cliffhanger XD

Sorryyyyy

This fic is gonna be long. Really. So, if you don't wish for another experience like Game of Thrones' one (talking 'bout the books, not the TV show) stop now or forever hold your peace, hahahaha. Mmm. Yeah.

Also... wow! We're over fifty reviews! I feel so flattered!

Guest: If I was any more evil than how I already am I would take your comment as a suggestion...

Grandshadowseal: Don't worry, the reason for the dragon's rampage will be explained here. Also, yes! Boredom has horrible effects on people, just like the lack of sleep... Imagine this scene: me, sleeping. My mom comes to wake me up and I make the most hideous screech I can with bloodshot eyes.

I had to ask sorry a thousand times for that.

And now you are probably freaked out. Go me.

WolfShadow96: Ugggggggh I know... the chapters' length is one of my weak points. It's like some chapters just demand to finish there... I'll do what I can, anyway ^^

ChangelingRin: Haha, I'm happy you joined! Also, yeah, I always imagined Link going all hyper about certain kinds of monsters... maybe because that's how I react? No. Really. I spend, like, days in the desert and Ice Peak because I love Bulbins and Wolfos. I am such a weirdo. Also, Shadow Link is partly inspired by Dark Pit from Kid Icarus Uprising: he's so sassy and cool, and his character is really well-thought. If you never played that game I suggest you to try it, it's really well-done and hilarious.

GeekyGamer: Suuuuuure you wouldn't (wiggles eyebrows)

BrandonBgamer: Whaaaat? Nooooo... where? I don't see Pokemon references... no no... okay yes I'm guilty don't arrest me officer

Neo-Devil: In the next chapter, dearest. In the next chapter.

Neo-Devil #2: There is a 50% of possibilities that Ganny won't appear in this story... from a certain point on, I will decide which of the two turn of events I have in mind I will take. However, Voldemort won't be the bad guy in any case. As I said before, too wimpy. Also (but that's personal taste, really), I tend on using lawful evil villains like most of the Zelda bad guys instead of chaotic evil ones like Voldy. You know, Voldemort may have been a genius when he was at school, but going and killing random people, even children was incredibly stupid. Ganondorf would probably kill the parents only if they are a menace and then make raise the baby by someone trusted.

ScrewballBRaine: Ugh, I know. It just irks me a lot seeing authors just making every male character gay because "frbddn luv is SO hawt". Really. I hate yaoi, it's just porn that objectifies gay people and ruins the original character the author sweated blood making.

I'm sorry if it annoyed you, however. Don't worry though, I wasn't planning on writing it again anyway.

Chapter eight:

The Goblet of Fire has spoken

The dragon screeched, as the sword embed itself into her neck.

The black shard didn't move, making Link growl in frustration. This wasn't working.

He had forgot that the sword he held in his hands was not the mythical Master Sword, the sacred weapon that heroes of all ages had used to banish the evil that plagued the land, but only a simple piece of metal, void of any actual link (he smirked at his own lame pun) with his soul.

Well, that sucked.

He was certain that that shard was what had caused all the racket. He'd seen things like that, before: spells gone wrong, maledictions, or even (but this was rare) wild magic that casually took form into solids crystal-like objects made of raw energy.

Hyrule was an extremely magical place, and things like those were not unusual. Could it be that...? The portal that had brought him there was not much far away. Maybe the wind...

An high-pitched roar brought him back on Earth. Oh. Right. Big nasty beast with claws and fangs on the rampage. Better focus.

Link held to the neck of the beast with his tights, trying to land another blow, this time putting a little bit of his mana, his magic force, in it.

He raised the sword.

The blade hit the black shard one, two, three times... he stopped counting after the seventh blow.

Finally, after what seemed years but were probably just a few seconds, the thing cracked, exploding into tiny pieces right after.

With a final cry, the dragon crumbled on the ground, her eyes closed and her breathing heavy.

He jumped down to avoid getting crashed by her massive body, and let out a relieved sigh.

"Phew. That was a close one."

He smiled at his awed students and waved his hand.

But, even though his face was relaxed, his thoughts were swirling like crazy around the words of the dragon before she attacked:

"My brother Argorok died because of you, you will die because of me".

xxx

Shadow did not know when the Commander had grew himself a conscience, but, hey. He wasn't going to complain.

Nope.

He wasn't that stupid.

He breathed deeply, sitting on the swing where he'd met the Potter brat, weeks before.

Peace.

Marvelous.

He smirked, enjoying the evening's sun with his eyes closed.

He reopened them, scandalized at the very thought that he, a shadow demon, was enjoying the sunlight.

Blasphemy.

He sighed, taking out a comic he'd bought an hour ago or so. He liked the plot, even if the main character was kind of an idiot. Kind of like Harry's friend... Ron, was it?

And the girl was clever and nice, but aggressive and kind of a know-it-all. And had one hell of a good punch.

Like the other. Hermione, right?

And the other guy had black hair like Harry.

Sweet Nayru. Did he miss the Potter brat?

Ugggggh. Okay, the human blood was having a bad effect on him.

Or maybe you just miss the only friend you ever had suggested slyly a small voice in his head.

Bullshit. He is not my friend.

Yeah, right. Keep sayin' that to yourself.

It's true!

You do realize you are arguing to yourself, don't you?

He huffed. Okay, maybe he did feel a bit lonely. Just a bit.

He looked at the sky, groaning. What school did he go, anyway? St. Brute? Or something?

He smirked. Maybe I could pay him a visit...

xxx

"Where did that dragon come from, anyway?" Asked Hermione, still a bit shocked.

Harry shook his head. "No idea. But, did you see how Mr. Avalon dealt with it? It was like he did nothing else but slaying dragons all his life!"

"Yes! He used that blade like he is used to it."

Ron shrugged. "Maybe he is. I mean, he does teach wandless defense after all. Maybe he is a Squib. Or he is incapable of casting spells without them ending with a loud BOOM. Or maybe he lived in a place full of dragons... er, why are you staring at me like that?" He asked, seeing the bewildered look on his friends' faces.

Hermione answered first. "So you are able to reason, after all..."

He frowned. "Geez, it's so nice to know you have me in such an high esteem."

Harry squealed teasingly. "'Mione, he knows what 'esteem' means!"

The two laughed, and Ron huffed, annoyed. "And they say I am the childish one."

xxx

"I am truly sorry, Little one."

Link smiled. "Don't worry, sister. I know it wasn't your fault."

The dragon looked at the ground, guiltily."Still, I am ashamed of what I did. I risked hurting human pups. If someone attacked my eggs, I would be pretty pissed."

"As I said, no hard feelings. Tough" Link's expression became serious "I wonder what made you act like that."

The dragon shrugged (or, well, performed the dragon equal of a shrug). "I sincerely have no idea. One moment I was talking with another dovah, the moment later my head was full of weird scenes and crazy-sounding voices. They were driving me crazy, and practically obligated me to search for a blonde with pointed ears and kill him. Meaning... to kill you."

The hylian boy stared at the ground thoughtfully.

"Crazy-sounding voices, you said?"

Before she could answer, however, a cry echoed from the main hall of the school.

xxx

"Harry Potter!"

Harry stared blankly, his brain buzzing between moments of total chaos and some of total emptiness.

Why?

Why did things like that always happen to him?

His parents were dead, his uncles were child abusers, in his years at Hogwarts he had got almost maimed, killed and/or violated several times he'd faced a basilisk, dementors, werewolves, pixies (and now, that had been really terrifying) and what else... and now this?

What the hell, world! Couldn't he spend a nice, calm year at school? A year where the most worrying thing are exams?

But nooooo, it didn't work that way. Sometimes he swore he had to be the main character of a fantasy franchise: there could be no other reason for him to get into trouble almost daily. No, not almost. Daily. Period.

"Harry Potter!" His mind registered absently Dumbledore shouting again, louder this time. The man ran to him, and grabbed his shoulder, almost painfully.

"Did you put your name inside the Goblet?" He shouted, face contorted in what could be rage just like desperation.

Somehow, he managed to stutter a "No sir" that, however, sounded unconvinced even to his confused ears.

He felt like crying.

Why him.

Xxx

Vlye looked at the young man, her pinkish lips stretched in a wry smile.

The new entry had been indeed a good choice for their wandering theatrical company: his small, delicate, almost feminine fingers ran over the strings of his harp with ease, almost like he was born doing just that. A melancholic yet sweet melody came out of the golden instrument, enchanting the public.

The zora dancer sighed and sat on a root. She sincerely liked the minstrel (indeed, she thought that he was charming and, well, quite attractive for a ground being) but she couldn't help but thinking that he was quite suspect.

For example, he spoke rarely, and always quietly when he did. His face was always half-covered by white cloth, golden bangs of hair hiding one of his-*cough*gorgeous*cough*- ruby eyes.

And no-one knew anything about him. When someone wondered about his past, the nineteen years old shrugged it off as 'nothing special', giving them a vague story about a tribe of the mountains and wanting to go away from a village too small for an adventurous teen when someone insisted in wanting him to say more.

Obviously, no girl could resist him... even though he didn't do anything to attract them.

Mysteriousssss.

As the song ended, the young man straightened up and bowed a little, earning an enthusiastic applause from the public. She smiled again.

He looked at her."So? How did I do?"

She slapped lightly his head as he walked toward her, another smile on her face. "Don't get too big-headed, sweetheart. I get a lot of praise too."

"I don't doubt that."

Vlye frowned. "You are the only one I know who manages to sound sarcastic and polite at the same time, Sheik."

His eyes narrowed as he smiled under the white cloth. "I guess I am simply good at acting."

When the dancer turned, his smile vanished. "I did that for my entire life" he added in a whisper.

A/N: So, short & shitty but that's what you get when the author block strikes... I am really sorry. I have a lot of problems these days, and I write when I can. Sorry, again. I'll edit this thing as soon as I get new ideas.