Sheik turned back around, trying to make herself look as small and inconspicuous as possible. Hermione, her eyes wide as saucers, stared at her.

Ron and Harry, however, were staring at the man behind them.

Well over seven feet tall, Ganondorf, the King of All Evil, towered above everyone else in the top box. He was rather smartly dressed in an elaborate cloak. In the wizarding style, but adorned with symbols representing Din, the Goddess of Power. His arm was wrapped around a young Gerudo woman, who smiled at the Minister.

"My apologies, Minister." She chirped, looking around at the top box. "Work comes before pleasure, after all. I thought it best to let you know that we may not have been able to make it to the match."

"Yes, yes, I know how hard you've been working." Fudge said, giving them a warm smile. "Yes, yes. You know the Bulgarian Minister, don't you...? No...?"

Words could not express just how horrified Sheik was at this turn of events. The man who had overrun her Kingdom, drove her out of the country, murdered her father... was sitting right behind her, in a stadium filled with thousands of people.

"Yes, Minister. We are well acquainted." Ganondorf rumbled. "Ah, but..."

Sheik flinched. She could feel that he was facing his general direction.

"You."

She turned around. To her shock, he was not referring to her, but was instead staring to the person right next to her. Harry.

"Ah, yes!" Fudge exclaimed. "Ganondorf, this is your lucky day! This is the Boy who lived. Harry Potter himself."

"I am well aware of who he is, Minister." Ganondorf said, his eyes flitting onto Harry's scar. "But I think the boy can introduce himself."

He reached out his hand, and reluctantly, Harry took it. "I am Ganondorf, the King of Hyrule." He rumbled.

"And I'm... Harry Potter." He said.

"The one who vanquished Voldemort." He said. "Twice."

"Three times." Harry said.

"Ah." He said. "Is that so?" He sounded, of all things, fairly impressed. "I myself am well aware of Voldemort's powers." He said. Sheik noticed that his hand was placed firmly on his assistant's thigh. She seemed to be enjoying the attention, but was still focusing intently on Harry as well, although she did not speak. "I met him once." He said. "A very, very long time ago."

"Really?" Harry asked, sounding surprised.

"Yes." He said.

"He is the one who made me realize just how far I had to go to accomplish my goals." He said. "But to think he could be defeated by a child... perhaps I was just naive. I was but a child when I met him."

He looked upward, lost in memories. "This was before he completely abandoned the name his mother gave him." He said. "Not long before, of course, but he still introduced himself to me as Tom Riddle."

He had begun to attract the attention of all of those around him. Sheik was keenly aware that no one, in this society, spoke of Voldemort in this way. The confident poise and grace that Ganondorf used to speak of Voldemort not as some myth to scare children with. It came off as he was giving his very own opinion on him as a man.

"A great sorcerer." Ganondorf said. "Truly one of your country's finest. He impressed me greatly."

Fudge was looking very uncomfortable. Sheik suspected that having a very important guest of his praise Voldemort made him nervous. Others in the box were shifting in their seats as well.

"Most who would call him great are his supporters." Harry said. His voice was cool. Sheik felt her heart flutter.

Ganondorf stared at him with a keen eye. He suddenly looked even more interested in him. "Indeed." He said. "But I am not most people."

They stared at each for a while. Neither backed down. Then all of a sudden, Ganondorf laughed. "You truly are something else, boy." He said. "You remind me of a kid I knew once. He had that same fire in his eye."

Sheik turned away. She wasn't able to watch anymore. No… please…

"I was told you were sorted into… Gryffindor. Is that right?"

Harry said nothing. He must have simply nodded.

"In my country, we acknowledge three of your school founders as shining examples of our three golden virtues." He said. "Slytherin used his considerable power to leave a lasting mark on how people viewed the world. Ravenclaw left us with her considerable wisdom. And of course, Gryffindor himself was born in Hyrule, and was renowned for his heroism and courage even before he met the other founders."

He raised his hand. "Are you familiar with our Gods, boy?"

"I am, actually." He said. "Din… Nayru… Farore. The three golden Goddesses who make up the Triforce. Or so the Legends say."

"Indeed." Ganondorf said. He sounded very impressed now. "You are very knowledgable about our country, Mr. Potter. Perhaps I could find a place for you in my government after you leave school. I am in need of an English born ambassador…"

The girl on his arm pouted. "But Master, what about me?" She asked. "Have I not been serving you well?"

He did not look at her. "You are a fine substitute." He said. "But I would like to have someone who the people know and love at my side, to help out them at ease. Your talents, I believe, will be better suited elsewhere."

She did not look too pleased at that. She shot daggers at Harry's face.

"Ah, but the game is starting!" Ganondorf said. "Forgive me, Mr. Potter. Please excuse me."

He gave a polite bow and found a seat near the back, away from them. Jessica whispering frantically into his ear. Sheik noticed, with disgust, that she had chosen to sit in his lap. How improper.

Ron didn't seem to think so. "Woah." He said. "What a guy." He sounded genuinely impressed with what he was seeing. "Sheik, is that really him?"

She couldn't meet their gaze. She could only nod. "That's him." She said softly. Her heart was still beating fast. She thanked the Gods that she had not been recognized. She was sent here to stay AWAY from Ganondorf, not put within hearing distance!

"Blimey, he's one big bloke isn't he…"

She nodded again. She was too shocked to even speak. She had been taken completely by surprise by his sudden appearance, she could not even…

"Ron, stop pestering her." Hermione snapped. "Sheik, if you're feeling unwell, maybe we should go back to the tent…"

And miss the match?

She shook her head. Leaving now would only cast suspicion on her. No, it would be better to pretend to be just another one of Harry Potter's friends and hope that Ganondorf didn't realize his key to world domination wasn't sitting right in front of him.

His Princess was in another castle. She was just an ordinary girl watching a game with her friends.

…

The match ended without incident. Ganondorf did not speak to them again, instead opting to exchange pleasantries with neighboring politicians. His earlier transgressions forgotten, Fudge was introducing him to everyone in the top box when they left.

None of the Weasley's, besides Ron, were aware that Ganondorf's appearance had really bothered her. She was able to pretend that she was feeling unwell and turned in for the night. Ginny stayed up partying with the boys, but Hermione came in to see her.

"Are you okay?"

Sheik was splashing her face with water. She raised her hand and waved her away, and Hermione obediently turned and allowed her to redon her mask.

"Not at all." Sheik admitted, as she moved to her new favorite chair. "Ganondorf… he…"

She shook her head. "Why is Fudge dealing with him!" She shouted angrily, suddenly furious. She had been holding back hours worth of pent up emotion. She felt terrible. She felt angry, horrified, miserable, all at once. She did not know what to make of Ganondorf's sudden appearance.

"He's probably just trying to be diplomatic." Hermione suggested. "Don't take it so personally."

"Don't take it personally?" She repeated. "That man killed my father!"

She stopped, completely horrified. She had let something slip. But Hermione noticed nothing. She was more concerned with how her friend was feeling.

"I know it's hard." She said soothingly. "But please, Sheik… try to relax."

She nodded. She felt exhausted all of a sudden. She knew there was real wisdom in those words, but… something still felt off.

…

She did not sleep that night. She stayed up late, tossing and turning, for what felt like hours.

She was the first to realize that something was horrible wrong.

"Hermione, Ginny." She said. "What's that sound?"

She had to wake them up. The screams and yells did not seem pleasant or jubilous. They sounded… frightened.

They were already up when Mr. Weasley came bursting into the tent, looking alarmed. "Girls, you're up?" He said. "Come on, we need to go!"

Something was very wrong. She thought in horror as they and the others dashed into the woods. Ron tripped on something. They slowed down to make sure he was alright, and then quickly found that they were…

"Where is everyone?"

They wondered around for a bit, searching high and low for any signs of trouble. It was very dark and quiet in these woods.

"Hey, Harry. Maybe you could ask Saria for help…"

"This isn't the forbidden forest, Ron. Besides, I don't have my flute."

"Then…"

"Oh!"

The group stopped. A girl was sitting in front of them on a log. It was not a Kokiri, like she would have expected, but a Gerudo."

"Oh, hello." The Gerudo said. "Um, you're… Harry Potter, aren't you?"

It was Jessica, Ganondorf's full time British ambassador and part time concubine.

"That's right." He said. "Weren't you with Ganondorf? Where is he? He's not hurt, is he?"

The girl looked shocked for a second, but then laughed. "Oh, no. Of course not." She said. "But you wouldn't understand."

"So then what are you doing here?"

"Me?" She bit her lip. "While, his Majesty and I were about to… uh, well…" She blushed. "Take care of some important business…"

She played with her hair absentmindedly. Gerudo women were disgusting. Sheik thought irritably. Had they no shame?

"But he asked me to leave him while he took care of the problem at the camp site." She said. "He is most displeased, he thinks your minister didn't do enough to prevent the riot."

She spoke in a matter of fact sort of voice, like the Minister should be ashamed of what he failed to do.

They left her there. She wasn't pleasant to talk to. Filthy Gerudo scum. Sheik thought bitterly. She would have kidnapped Harry if she had the chance, she was sure of it.

They did not see Ganondorf himself until some time after the Dark Mark appeared. The man, Crouch, was interrogating them concerning the situation when…

He came.

Wands turned on him as he stepped out of the shadows, seemingly out of nowhere.

"At ease." He rumbled. "It is I: Ganondorf."

He threw something at their feet. "I caught this one as he was trying to flee." He said coolly. "Fear not, I kept your laws in mind… I did not kill him."

He reached for the man's hood and ripped it off. A surprised gasp rose out of the crowd as Lucius Malfoy's long, silvery hair fell down across his back.

…

A/N

I think that's long enough. You guys have been waiting for ages, so I thought I'd throw this little thing out there really quick. I'm not super happy with it, especially the ending, but you guys have been long awaiting SOME kind of update, so I thought I would take the time tonight to make something for you. Again, I don't think it's great, exactly, but I've gotten such great feed back it's hard to not want to put out more stuff.