I'm only going to say this once...

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and Final Fantasy. Really I don't.

Warning: OCs (a few), crappy descriptions, boring theories, and slow updates. You've been warned.

Chapter One

"Maverick dear, I'm going out for a bit. Do you need anything?" Ms. Banderwell asked sweetly as she slipped a crimson red bag on her shoulder.

"No, I'm ok, Ms. Banderwell." Maverick answered back, his voice coming from up the stairs.

Satisfied, Ms. Banderwell turned to go when Harry who was cleaning the floor cleared his throat.

"Yes, Harry?" Ms. Banderwell snapped, glaring daggers at the boy.

"Some soap would be nice, Ms. Banderwell." Harry said hopefully.

The old woman gave an irritated sigh and moved for the door. "Very well, child; I'll add it to the list."

Harry smiled in relief and turned back to his scrubbing. Once he was finished with the floor, he put away the cleaning materials and checked his list. "I've done the floors," the boy murmured and grinned before shoving his list back into his jean pocket. "And I'm done for the day. Better get the map; I think there are still a couple of places I haven't checked yet."

He ran for his room, his small legs running as fast as they could. He stopped and took a deep breath before pushing the door open. Walking inside his room, he took the roughly sketched map from his wooden desk and turned to go.

Once he was outside, he looked at the map, his index finger tracing a path that he had not yet taken. "I'll start here," the boy said to himself.

"Hey, Harry! I'm going to read a bit; don't interrupt me," Maverick shouted from his place up the stairs.

"Yes, Maverick," Harry said, his voice loud enough to be heard. "I won't disturb you." Rolling his eyes, he grumbled to himself, "Yes, your majesty; whatever you say, your majesty." He walked towards the place he had marked on his map looking around.

The Potter mansion was a huge place, and it seemed even larger coming from a child of five. There were times when Harry got lost. He dared not ask their caretaker for help and had often faced the problem by retracing his steps. Now, he had drawn a map to help him.

Arriving at his destination, he took a moment to sit down and pencil in a bit more lines on his map. He stood up and pushed the door.

At first glance, it looked like any other bedroom Harry had seen. He was about to take note of this when something caught his eye. Near the closet was a full-body mirror, its frame was ornately decorated. Harry placed his map on top of the four poster bed and moved to look at the mirror.

He was surprised to see a full grown man stare right at him. Green eyes looked at him curiously. Harry frowned. He waved his hand and saw the man wave back. Who was this man? Surely it couldn't be—

His scar. The man had the same one etched on his forehead. He traced the thunderbolt-like mark with his fingertips and gulped. Was this what he looked like when he was older?

He touched the mirror.

Dimensions in the form of medium-sized crystal balls shifted and rolled, moving themselves in order. One accidentally fell off the shelf; it landed softly on the ground and rolled towards a chair leg.

The Watcher of the Gates, Guardian of the Verses, moved gracefully for the Dimension ball, black flowing robes swooshed silently. Slender fingers picked up the ball and placed it back on the shelf. Turning away, he did not notice the ball fall down once more. Nor did he notice it move towards another shelf where another world waited for it. This one fell as well.

Later, he would wonder why there were two Dimensions missing and a new one turning up. He would have to ask his senior about it.

A/N: Inspired by NeoRyu777's A World of Difference. Hopefully, I've placed a couple of original ideas.

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