Prologue (Book One)

Harry Potter's day was just not going his way at all. He had been floating in a void for God knows how long, just thinking about where it all went wrong.

It all started with that vision of his Godfather, Sirius Black, being tortured at the Ministry by none other than Voldemort himself. This led to him and his friends racing out to the Department of Mysteries on the backs of Thestrals. They unfortunately had not been able to take the floo, and it had taken nearly three hours to get there. The Ministry had been eerily deserted, and it wasn't until they found that blasted prophecy that they ran into the first few people since infiltrating it. That was when things went to hell.

Turns out that the whole ruddy thing was an ambush set up by Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Harry and his friends literally had to fight their way through the secretive department, and ended up in the Death Chamber where they were held hostage by said Death Eaters until the Order of the Phoenix came to their rescue. What ensued, was a spectacular fight between members of the Order of the Phoenix, like Sirius and Remus, and several inner circle members of Voldermort's Death Eaters. The end result of which, he wished could have been better for Sirius. He had pushed Sirius out of the way of a hex coming from Bellatrix LeStrange, since his godfather had been too busy taunting said witch to notice, only to get hit by it himself and get flung into the Veil of Death.

He could not even begin to imagine the amount of pain he had caused Sirius when he did that, and if he could apologize for it, he would. After all, it had all been his fault, he could have just used the mirror that Sirius gave him and avoided the whole damn debacle to begin with. But hindsight is 20/20, as they say, and you can't change the past no matter how much you brood on it. His only real regret, apart from causing Sirius anguish, would have to be not having asked Hermione out. He could have sworn there was something there, but he guessed that now he wouldn't be able to find out, being dead and all.

He was broken from his reverie by the sudden sensation of being pulled somewhere. Curious, he turned to look at where he felt the sensation from, and was surprised to see he was heading towards a bright white light off in the distance.

He really was surprised, when he first got into this blasted void, he had been sure the whole place was dark, but now there was a light there. He didn't know where the light went to, but he got the distinct impression that his 'life' was about to become very interesting and adventurous for him.

Harry felt like a lorry had just run him over, only to then stop and back up on him again. Only his experience with the Crusciatus curse prevented him from wondering if it was possible to feel any worse than he did right now. Every muscle in his body felt like death warmed over, his throat was painfully dry, to the point where he could barely swallow his own saliva, and his eyelids felt like sandpaper to him. In fact, he could barely open his eyes.

"..."

Harry stopped his musings on how shitty he felt when he heard a murmur that sounded awfully distant. He couldn't tell who said it, but it was obviously a woman's voice.

"...Open your eyes..."

Open my what? Harry mentally questioned, straining to hear the faint, feminine voice as it called to him.

"Open your eyes..."

Ah, is that what she wanted? Harry thought as he slowly opened his eyes, so as not to harm them from the blue light that was over his pool. Wait, pool?!

"Open your eyes."

Why was he in a pool? And they're already open, lady! He mentally yelled as he didn't trust his voice at the moment with how much his throat hurt.

"Wake up, Harry."

He suddenly felt the pool start draining from around him. Well, this is a hell of a wake-up call. Feeling the last of the water draining from his… bed? He slowly got up to a sitting position under the protests of his muscles. He slowly looked around the dim chamber taking in the strange and alien architecture, idly noting the eerie low hum of the room he was in. Black stone covered in light brown circuit-like patters lined the walls, as well as his… bed? Damn, he really needed to figure out what the heck this thing he was lying down on was. Some kind of stone bed with blue circuits all over it? He looked up at what was hanging from the ceiling above him and saw similar circuits with… blue constellations? Now that he realized it, there were orange constellations on the wall as well.

He didn't recognize the voice either, but he was relieved that at least it didn't seem outright hostile... or sickeningly sweet for that matter, like Umbitch's.

Deciding that he wasn't going to get any answers lying on his arse all day, he carefully made his way out of the bed, dropping off to the side of it. He stiffly took a few tentative steps forward, noting that he was clad in nothing but boxers. Gonna have to get some clothes, he decided. Taking further stock of himself, he was glad that he was still in one piece. He pulled his hair over his eyes and was also glad he still had his messy, raven hair. He'd have to look into a mirror to see if his eyes have changed, but he figured that that probably stayed the same as well. With a start he realized he didn't have his glasses, and yet he could still see perfectly. Looking back towards the bed, he wondered if whatever happened to him fixed his vision for him.

Looking forward again, he saw a pedestal of some kind with more circular blue circuits on it, and what could only be some sort of weird door beyond it. He lumbered on over to the pedestal, reasoning that it likely would have something to do with the door, and as he approached it he realized that there was a device of some kind at the center of it. When he was within a meter of the pedestal, the circuits suddenly flared blue a brighter blue and the central mechanism raised itself before rotating 90 degrees. It then flipped and lifted the device up to him, as if the mechanism was offering it to him.

"That is a Sheikah Slate. Take it. It will help guide you after your long slumber."

Deciding to just do what the voice was telling him to and not question the long slumber part as he was unlikely to get any answers from the disembodied voice, he carefully stepped forward and grabbed the handle and side of the newly christened Sheikah Slate, before picking it up and looking at it. The screen suddenly lighted up, and an image of an eye with a teardrop encased in blue lines appeared on the screen. It seemed like an incredibly advanced stone tablet of sorts, only with a screen on it. He was never really around computers all that much when he was living with the Dursleys, but even he knew, just by holding this tablet, that this was far more advanced than anything that was in the muggle world, at least when he was still living in it. The Slate, as he had taken to calling it, suddenly opened to an inventory screen showing his… key items? Whatever that means. A prompt suddenly showed up on the screen of the Slate.

Welcome, dear user, to the Sheikah Slate version 2.05.33. This system is a multifaceted tool designed to help Hylia's Chosen One to accomplish his mission.

It includes an inventory which allows the user to store as many things as they want. Certain categories of objects do have limits though that have to be upgraded as you go. You are allowed a few slots in the weapons, Bows and Arrows, and Shields categories, and you are allowed three pages of prepared food. You are allowed an unlimited quantity of Armor, Materials, and Key Items.

Certain weapons are recognized by this device as being of extreme importance, and this device has already made room for them. For instance, you will always have one slot for each type of arrow, and you will always have a slot for certain bows and weapons.

This device also serves as your Adventure Log, and keeps track of any quests you may stumble upon, as well as categorizing each quest as either extremely important to your mission, or as a side quest.

This device also includes a map which shows you the locations of everything you have discovered and downloaded.

This device also contains Run-

Harry couldn't parse the rest of the message as it was written in a different language that he could neither read nor recognize. Neither did he know what the tablet meant by Hylia's chosen one, or even who Hylia was. Was it the voice he had heard? Giving up on trying to understand it, he closed the message and was met with a screen that had squares, icons, and an image of him off to the side. If the image was correct, he did indeed retain his green eyes, as well as everything else. He had looked exactly the same as the day he fell through the Veil. He had been worried that his death would have changed him somehow.

Closing out of the tablet, the pedestal suddenly retracted back to where it was, and the strange door beyond the pedestal which seemed to be segmented into seven pieces, opened, with each piece moving individually into the frame.

Stepping through the door, he found himself in a hallway that had similar designs to the room he was just in, the only exception being the blue lamps which were affixed to both walls of the hallway. They weren't the torches he was used to in Hogwarts, but rather, a pleasant, soft, electrical light.

He noted that there were two stone chests in front of him, and out of curiosity, he opened the one on his left. In it, he found an old shirt, which his Slate piped up to inform him that it had a defense of one before the shirt disappeared in a blue light. Quickly checking his Slate, he saw that the shirt was indeed in his inventory.

Marveling at the wonders of technology, he went over to the other chest and found a pair of Well-Worn Trousers in it. His Slate, again, piped up, stating that it also had a defense of one. Fumbling around with the controls, he figured out that he had to equip his new clothes through the slate. Doing so, his clothes magically appeared on his body. Harry gave a grin of delight, this would make carrying a lot of stuff really easy. It also helps that it was just like magic.

Fully clothed, he made his way to the much larger door on the other end of the hall, and noted another pedestal there, this time glowing orange. When he walked up to it, he heard the Voice again.

"Hold the Sheikah Slate up to the pedestal. That will show you the way."

Once again, following the voice's orders, he placed the Slate up to the pedestal, causing it to flash blue.

"Authenticating..." a different voice said. It was a deep, masculine voice, like a low baritone. "Sheikah Slate confirmed," the voice finished after a few seconds. The large door gave a jolt as the symbol of an eye with a teardrop that he had seen on his Slate lit up. The door then proceeded to open with many pieces started to move out of the way, as he stood in front of it wondering why a door needed to be so complicated.

Sunlight started streaming in, and he had to shield his eyes while they adjusted from the dim light he had been in.

"Harry… You are the light- our light- that must shine upon Hyrule. Now, go..."

Just like that? And what did she mean by me being the light? Harry wondered. Shrugging, he wouldn't find answers stuck in this… cave from the looks of it, he trudged up the stairs before meeting a small cliff. He groaned. "I'm gonna have to climb this, aren't I?" he rasped out, throat still sore.

Just suck it up and do it already, he mentally berated himself as he began to climb up the small cliff before making it up to the landing again and trudging up yet another set of stairs.

As he stepped outside, he broke into a jog up the edge of the cliff and looked out into the vast expanse of, what he assumed was called, Hyrule. What he saw, was breathtaking, if a little sad. A forest right in front of him. Ruined stone brick walls in front of that. Plains in front of that. A rather large castle off in the distance with what looked like pillars surrounding it. An active volcano further off in the North. A mountain split in two off to the East? What was that about? A church of some kind close-by. And finally, a figure, seemingly the only human life anywhere near him, standing a little ways down the cliff looking at him. The figure turned and went back to his campfire that was nearby.

Harry took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air that filed his nostrils, before sighing out contentedly. He didn't know why he had been brought back to life, but he certainly hoped it was more peaceful than his last life. For now though, he was going to find out as much about this world as he could, and that starts with talking to that figure by the campfire.

Author's Note: Right then, so this is a little idea I cooked up while bored out of my mind while riding out Hurricane Irma. Actually... That's a half-lie. In truth, my imagination has been nagging me to write this crossover for a while now.

For those of you coming from my other fic... Welcome! I certainly hope this fic is better than that last disaster I tried to make. I'll try to do better this time... No, really, I will.

Let me start with this fic itself: for the most part, this will be a Harry Potter & The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild crossover. I was thinking of maybe adding a few Ocarina of Time elements to it as well (more than what is already present in the game), nothing too major, mind you, just a few characters and maybe a location or two from it. You'll see what I mean once I get a little ways into the story. I would also like to take a moment to point out that I am not trying to just have Harry be Link, even if this chapter might make it seem like it. I'll be taking his personality into account for the situations he'll be faced with in this story. Also, I should also not that Harry won't be OOC... Or at least I'll try not to make him OOC... He'll of course, have his own growth throughout the story, but that'll take a while.

As for starting this fic the way I did... I had briefly considered starting it in fourth year as part of the Triwizard Tournament, but decided that that would over-complicate some of the things I wanted to do for the second book. It was simpler to just have him fall through the Veil of Death.

I know that the prologue is rather movement heavy, but there will certainly be more dialogue in the next chapter as Harry has things explained to him. Since BotW is a very action oriented game, and the Harry Potter series tends to have a lot of scenes and dialogues, it's going to be a bit of a challenge to balance the two out. With that in mind, do let me know if I'm being too action heavy, or simply have too much dialogue (or hell, even the inverse, too little action or dialogue) and I'll try and fix it for the next chapter.

I'll be giving this story an M rating for now just to be safe, in case the violence is too graphic for a T rating.

Update schedule is... well... It's whenever I have time to write, really. I might not be able to finish write chapter 1 this weekend given how I have like 2 papers due (they're not very long, but the subject matter is a bit dry, if I'll be honest) and have to catch up on classes that I've missed, and given how hectic Uni tends to be I try to just write when I have time. All I can say is, I update whenever, even at odd hours of the night, just like now haha.

Thoughts? Questions? Comments? Suggestions? Let me know in the reviews.