Chapter Two: Protection


Title: Harry Potter and the Phantom Hourglass

Chapter: 2

Author: Hikari no Vikki

Genre: Action/Adventure/Fantasy

Parings: Sorry, only frivolous friendships for now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Legend of Zelda

Description: Crossover with Legend of Zelda. The Phantom Hourglass has been handed down since its beginning, until finally it makes its way into the hands of a boy named Gabriel. He fights alongside Harry Potter, and soon discovers a darkness that has been waiting to exact a deadly revenge.


Vikki: Hey, what was with you last chapter?

Yami Vikki: It was… well, you know. (looks around and leans next to ear) That time.

Vikki: Can you even get that? You're…well, dead.

Yami Vikki: Um, I dunno. Maybe it was your time. You could've been channeling your bitchy-ness into me for all I know.

Vikki: Hmm. Maybe I can do that every time.

Yami Vikki: What? No! It was bad enough that time, if it was indeed that fact.

Vikki: That made absolutely no sense.

Yami Vikki: I know, that's what's so great about it!

Vikki: Um…okay. Well, I've decided to follow with the book instead of the movie, but a few parts here and there might be cut out. Well, I see no reason for this argument to continue so how about we just post this puppy?

Yami Vikki: (nods. falls asleep.)

Vikki: (raises eyebrow) (gets a bucket of water, some pie cream, and decorates her face with meat and cheese) (smiles wickedly as the 'submit chapter' button is pushed, submitting Chapter 2 and dumping the water and pie cream on Yami Vikki)

Yami Vikki: AHHHH! IT'S COLD! EW! PIE CREAM!

Vikki: (sniggers)


His spiked white-blond hair fell across his angel face. A hair or two blew up into the air as he exhaled in his sleep. Some sounds came from the other side of the room, but he didn't stir.

The sounds were the shuffling of his sister in her own bed, tossing and turning restlessly from a nightmare.

Signs that dawn was approaching were now present in the room; the steadily growing light, the shadows retreating from the floor to their corners, and the sun rising over the hills as slowly as it possibly could. Not much other light was in the room as the boy's eyes slowly opened.

His name was Gabriel.

Slowly his brain began working as he sorted out last night's events and began to process the new day. His head turned to see his sister still a little from her nightmare, but her turning never completely ceased.

Gabriel sat up, his legs still covered by his blankets. He wore no shirt, just some light yellow boxers with green stars on them. Some strange words flew past his lips as his sister's tossing stopped at once.

Sometimes he wondered exactly how he could dispel her nightmares at a whim, but perhaps it had something to do with the mark on his left palm. But for whatever reason, he made his sister's nightmares disappear every daybreak, just before dawn, and he left her to sleep in peace, or at least all the peace she could get before –

"Come on, get up you lazy bum! Mum says it's time to make breakfast!"

– before his brothers called them down for breakfast and chores. He shook his head and tumbled out of bed as he tried to make his way to the door.

He found the handle just before his brother, James, turned the doorknob to slam it open. He glared at his brother with his still-sleepy eyes and muttered, "Tell mum that I'll be down in a bit."

James was about to turn and go down the stairs before Gabriel put his hand on his shoulder. "Could you also tell her to let Aria sleep some more this morning? She needs the sleep." He ruffled James' mist-black hair and sent him on his way. "I will big brother." Gabriel smiled as James walked down the stairs to the kitchen.

He closed the room's door and opened the closet door. He took down his favorite shirt, a sky blue t-shirt that read, "Guardian" on it in a cute bubbly scrawl and put it on. He put on a hopefully clean pair of jeans and a pair of gray socks with, upon close inspection, only one hole in them.

He stood back and examined himself. I could look better… maybe it's my hair. Then again, my hair is always like this.

He ruffled the platinum blond spikes and then he closed the closet door. He never knew how that thing stayed clean at all, considering that he sometimes forgot to put his dirty stuff in the hamper. He suspected it was Aria, she always loved cleaning things when she was alone.

He walked back to Aria's bed and he kneeled on the faded purple carpet. He kissed her forehead and caressed her long blond hair. "I love you, sis. Sweet dreams."

She didn't stir as he got up, walked outside, and started down the stairs.

"Mom! I'm ready to help!" Gabriel smiled as the small of bacon hit his nose. "About time you got down," she said, "Here, be a dear and make yourself useful and start on some eggs for me, baby cakes?" He cringed.

"Ugh. Mom, you know hate it when you call me that!" All he got was a chuckle and a shake of her head.

Alexandria, now a mother of two pairs of twins, was as thin and sleek as she'd been almost eleven years ago. She was wearing a dark pair of comfy looking dress slacks and a cerulean blouse that came to about two inches below her waist.

Alexandria handed him a pan and six eggs. "That ought to be enough. It's your brothers' birthday and we're taking everyone to the zoo today."

Gabriel brightened. They hadn't been to the zoo in years! Then again, there was a good reason why. The Surrey Zoo was in, well, Surrey. Which was at least an hour's drive from here to there not counting traffic. He didn't care though. He eyed the bacon hungrily as he finished with the eggs and served everyone's plate. There was at least an egg's worth of scrambled still on the pan, two pieces of bacon uneaten, and a sausage patty left out for Aria.

When she finally came down, she was fully dressed in jeans, white socks, and a pink tank top that seemed a bit too big for her. In her long blond hair were two sapphire butterfly barrettes holding back the bangs that usually covered her pretty blue eyes. Around her neck was golden chain with a kitty cat charm swinging from it.

"Hey mum, dad, James, Gabriel, and – hey… where's Andrew?"

Andrew came bounding into the kitchen from the living room. He slid on the floor and crashed into Aria on the way, making her go backwards on the stairs. "Well, there he is."

Andrew and James were only a year younger than Gabriel and Aria, although James was still about two minutes older than Andrew, making him the youngest one. Well, in a sense. They both had their father's mist-black hair that was half spiky at the top, but it gave in to gravity as it went down. They looked in every way like their father except they had their mother's sapphire blue eyes.

"Sorry Aria. I didn't mean to run into you like that…" Andrew blushed and his face got red. Goodness knows how he's going to get a girl… She bent down and kissed his head. "Happy Birthday Andy." She looked up. "You too James." She ruffled his hair and picked up her food.

"Darling! Hey, when are we leaving again?" Shadow came through the kitchen door as Aria finished her food and began to scrape off the excess egg into the disposal.

Alexandria didn't even look up from her Daily Prophet. "In an hour, honey. Hey Gabriel? Isn't Aria's and your birthday coming up soon?" He nodded, not sure what his mother was getting at. Was Aria getting something special? Not that he minded, but he found his mother's question rather odd. Or was it something simply nothing?

But all she said was, "Thought so," and she went back to reading. She unconsciously stirred her cup of tea with her left index finger.

"Mum, you've got to stop doing that. What if a muggle was here?" She lifted her newspaper and looked at her tea. She sighed and muttered something unintelligible to herself. He was starting to worry about her.

Shadow sat down beside Gabriel as he stared at his mother. Shadow was wearing some nice navy blue pants and a loose, collared, green shirt.

He shook it off when he sat down. He had always preferred his father to his mother for some reason but he never knew why. "So Dad, what's so special about turning eleven?" His father looked at him strangely. His gaze shifted to where James and Andrew were squabbling over who had the most Chocolate Frog cards. "Boys! You both have the same amount! Now sit down and be quiet or your mother will take Aria and Gabriel to the zoo and I'll stay here with you. And you will be helping me sort out all my clients' files upstairs."

They both looked at each other in sync and then said, "Yes Father," in the same manner.

"What's next?" Gabriel whispered to his father, "First the synchronized movements and now the speaking. What's after this, singing?" Shadow laughed and gave Gabriel a good pat on the shoulder. Alexandria put down her newspaper and looked at her watch.

"Time to go." Gabriel looked up and his gold eyes brightened. I can't wait!

At a zoo restaurant…

Ten-year-old Harry was having the best morning of his life.

He got lucky somehow, how he didn't really know, but in a way, he didn't care. It was Dudley's birthday and Mrs. Figg had broken her leg and couldn't sit for him this time.

It was a very sunny day and the zoo was crowded. The Dursleys had bought Dudley a large chocolate ice cream at the entrance and before they could take Harry away, the smiling lady asked what he wanted. True, he hadn't gotten any say in his choice, but the lemon pop they bought him was actually not bad.

In the zoo, he'd been careful not to stay too close to the Dursleys but not stray too far, either.

Dudley was starting to get bored with the animals so they were currently eating in a zoo restaurant. He was currently complaining that he didn't have enough ice cream on top of his knickerbocker glory.

"But I want another! And will you tell that poor excuse for a waiter to actually put ice cream on it this time?!" Harry stayed low and watched.

"Fine, fine, Dudders, I will. Waiter!" Vernon shook his hand in the waiter's face. "You get us a new knickerbocker glory this instant! And make sure it has more ice cream! There, Dudders, happy?" Dudley nodded, pleased that the poor guy had gotten what he deserved.

When it finally came, Harry was allowed to finish the rest of the previous one.

"Now you wait here, boy," said Uncle Vernon, "We're going to the restroom and we better not find you gone when we get back."

Harry simply nodded as a familiar face noticed him.

He waited until Harry's uncle and the rest of the family were in the restrooms before he got his attention. "Hey Harry!" Gabriel waved as he ran up to him. "What are you doing here?"

Harry couldn't believe it. "Gabriel! Thank you so much for waiting until they were gone. Why are you here?" Gabriel moved his head in the direction of a man with what looked like two mini versions of him, and a woman with a girl about Gabriel's age. "My family. We live out in the country, so the zoo's a rare treat for us. It's my twin brothers' birthday today and my sister's and my birthday is a little more than a week from now."

Gabriel was Harry's only friend at school, aside from his twin sister, Aria, which didn't really count, well, as other guys would put it, Gabriel was all he had. He was surprised, with all the fights he had stood up for him in, Gabriel didn't have a single bruise.

Gabriel's gold eyes twitched as the restroom doors flew open. "I got to go Harry. See you at the Reptile House?" Harry nodded. Gabriel turned around and sat back down at his table.

At the reptile house after lunch, Gabriel met up with Harry at the entrance.

"Who is this?" Uncle Vernon questioned, "Is he some hoodlum that you hang out with?" Gabriel looked as calm as he always did through the insult that was thrown at him.

"N- no," Harry stammered, "He- he's just a friend." They all looked at Gabriel. His gaze was now cold and piercing; so piercing, that even Uncle Vernon flinched at it. Then a woman appeared behind him. "I don't appreciate you insulting my son." Her gaze was just as cold, if not colder.

"I'm sorry madam. I didn't realize that I was insulting someone that actually had manners. If you would accept my- " "Accepted." Then her eyes flew to Harry's scar. She smiled and then told her son she could follow them through the reptile house, but he must return to the entrance when he was finished.

Gabriel nodded as he entered the building after her.

It was cool and dark in there, with lit windows all along the walls. Behind the glass, all sorts of lizards and snakes were crawling and slithering over bits of wood and stone. Dudley wanted to see huge, poisonous cobras and thick, man-crushing pythons. He quickly found the largest snake in the place. It could have wrapped its body twice around Uncle Vernon's car and crushed it in a trashcan – but at the moment it didn't look the mood. In fact, it was fast asleep.

Dudley stood with his nose pressed against the glass, staring at the glistening brown coils.

"Make it move," he whined at his father. Uncle Vernon tapped on the glass, but the snake didn't budge. "Do it again," Dudley ordered. Uncle Vernon rapped the glass again but the snake just snoozed on.

"This is boring," Dudley moaned. He shuffled away.

Harry could hear Gabriel mutter, "It wouldn't be boring if you actually looked at how many hours this thing sleeps, or tries to sleep, considering how many people tap on the glass…" as he moved in front of the tank and looked intently at the snake. He wouldn't be surprised if it had died of boredom itself – no company except stupid people drumming their fingers on the glass trying to disturb it all day long.

"So," said Gabriel, "what do you think of it? Personally, this thing is beautiful. If my mum would let me keep one, I would, but then again, my little brothers would either freak out or annoy that one just as much as this one. That wouldn't exactly bode well with my parents. Well, maybe my dad, he loves snakes."

Gabriel finally noticed that Harry wasn't talking so he just kind of reduced his talking to a murmur, cleared his throat, and then promptly shut up. The snake suddenly opened its beady eyes. Slowly, very slowly, it raised its head until its eyes were on level with theirs.

It winked.

They both looked at each other and then looked around them to see if anyone was watching. They weren't. They looked back at the snake and winked, too.

The snake jerked his head toward Uncle Vernon and Dudley; then it raised its eyes to the ceiling. It gave them a look that said quite plainly:

"I get that all the time."

"I know," Harry murmured through the glass, though he wasn't sure that snake could hear him. "It must really get annoying."

Gabriel wasn't exactly sure how he could understand the snake; let alone how Harry could understand it. Harry's family wasn't magical, but then again, the way his mother had looked at him with that strange expression seemed to tell him that he was magical and he didn't know it. Gabriel decided to keep quiet about this snake business and so he listened to their conversation.

During Gabriel's brooding session, Harry had asked the snake where it had come from. It had pointed its tail at the sign, giving Harry the location. But when he answered himself, "Brazil?" the snake pointed his tail again at the sign. He had read it over again when he saw the words: Bred in captivity.

"Oh, I see – so you've never been to Brazil?"

As the snake shook its head, a deafening shout behind them made them all jump. "MUM! DAD! COME AND LOOK AT WHAT THIS SNAKE! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT IT'S DOING!"

Gabriel, having enough sense to whip his head behind him for a second and then scramble out of the way, was a lot luckier than Harry.

Dudley came up behind Harry as fast as he could.

"Out of the way, you," he said, punching Harry in the ribs. Caught by surprise, Harry fell backwards towards the concrete floor. But instead of hard, cold concrete, Harry found himself in Gabriel's braced arms. He smiled at Harry as he leaned his head in by the neck.

What came next happened so fast no one saw how it happened – one second, Dudley was up against the glass with his nose and everything, and the next, and Dudley was leaning inward and falling into the tank.

Harry gasped as Gabriel's eyes narrowed. He knew what had happened. The glass in front of the boa constrictor's tank had vanished. The great snake was uncoiling itself rapidly, slithering out onto the floor. People screamed and started running for the exits.

As the snake slid swiftly past them, the snake said to them, "Thanksss."

They nodded in sync and said, "Anytime."

By the time the snake was out of the reptile house, Dudley had mostly recovered from his falling into the tank. He got up, and tried to go out they way he came. But his hands found not air, but glass. He was trapped.

Then he started screaming.

Dudley's mother kept banging on the glass when she ran over, but Uncle Vernon's worry was short-lived. He glared at Harry with uttermost hatred.

He picked up Harry by the collar, or he tried to, but Gabriel held Harry fast.

"He didn't do it, I swear sir! Sir, he didn't do it!" Gabriel put his arms around his friend and latched on for dear life with his feet glued to the floor. By the time Uncle Vernon let go, Gabriel's teeth felt as if they'd break from how hard he'd been gritting them.

Uncle Vernon didn't stop his glaring, but he did admire the boy's spirit. Why he even stood up for Harry was beyond him, but he respected him.

"Fine," Vernon said with hatred thick in his voice, "you've saved him a beating, but he'll still get a nice, long punishment." "As long as it doesn't cause him pain," Gabriel muttered, wanting desperately to hiss at him instead.

What happened to Harry after he was dragged into the Dursley's car, only Harry knows, but all Gabriel could do was hope he would see his friend again.


Harry: Thanks, Gabriel.

Gabriel: You're welcome

Harry: But now my shoulders hurt…

Gabriel: Oops. Sorry.

Harry: It's okay.

Yami Vikki: Okay, where are you?

Harry: Oh, hey Yami Vikki.

Gabriel: Hmm?

Yami Vikki: Just call me Yami, kid. Oh, hey Gabe.

Gabriel: Um…do I know you?

Yami Vikki: You more than know me. C'mon, we came from the same place!

Gabriel: Eh…

Yami Vikki: (annoyed) Not that place!

Vikki: (sighs) Review please… (drags Yami Vikki to some corner to give her a nice long lecture)