Hey everyone! Since I couldn't decide on a single character to do, I thought I'd do all three! Tidus, Yuna and Auron. I will tell you all right now, this story(Or stories) won't be updated as often as I'm a what? is, this will be more like a story that I work on when I can't focus on my other stories.

So, anyways, I hope that everyone will like this chapter, the first for Auron!

~Snow.

I do not own Harry Potter and Final Fantasy X.

Ever since he was small, Harry Potter knew that he wasn't Harry Potter. Not exactly, anyways.

Even as a baby Harry was a quiet child, hardly talking, especially after his parent's being killed by Lord Voldemort. His relatives that he lived with, his Uncle, Aunt and cousin, found him to be an odd child and hardly ever spoke to him other than to tell him to do his chores or to get out of their way.

They hardly dared to touch him, calling him Boy and Freak for years, even though the small child, smaller than what he should have been because of the neglect and malnourishment, knew his name was Harry, but he also knew his name had been Auron, in a life before.

Though the details were fuzzy, he remembered things that had the boy often puzzled. Like two men that often showed in his muddy memories. A dark-haired man who liked to drink and had a loud voice named Jecht, and another, all smiles and softer tones and teasing tones, Braska.

Another name and face that often showed in the young boy's dreams was of a dirty-blonde, or sometimes brown-haired, boy, the hair color changing depending on how old the boy was. Loud rash words, a rather short-fuse temper, as well as ocean-blue eyes and sadness… Tidus. A boy who was practically a son to him.

Sighing, the seven year-old turned his attention back to his chores, pursing his lips in annoyance at seeing that his cousin, the great big fat lazy lump of a bully, had left chocolate out again and that it had melted.

Rubbing a temple, Harry couldn't help but compare Tidus to the boy, at least Tidus would clean up after himself! Of course, Auron had set certain rules, that even though the dirty-blonde hadn't liked some of them, he had at least followed them.

A few years passed as Harry, or Auron as he silently called himself, had remembered more as his memories of his past life got clearer. He had started to remember things like Yevon, the Hymn of the Fayth, the Fayth, Aeons and more memories of his travels on Braska's pilgrimage, of protecting the Summoner with Jecht. The temples they visited.

More dreams of raising Tidus, and taking the dream to Spira, with help from Jecht/Sin. Yuna, Braska's daughter, her pilgrimage he was forced to take part of as well. He had, after all, promised to look after Tidus, and Tidus had been appointed one of Yuna's Guardians, much to Auron's annoyance.

"Hey Freak!"

Auron turned his head, nodding slightly at the sight of his cousin, letting the other boy know that he had heard him. Dudley, having gotten used to his cousin's strange silence, scowled at him. "Where'd you put my chocolates?" The boy demanded to know.

Getting tired of being treated the way he had been since he had been a year and few months old, Auron responded quietly, coldly. "Ask nicely and I might tell you."

Dudley gaped in shock at his usually silent cousin, hardly ever recalling the boy ever, ever speaking. So this truly was a first. "Uh… Where… do you know where my chocolate are?" Dudley asked, trying to keep his tone polite, shivering under the dark glare that Auron was giving him.

"Fridge, third shelf. If they'd been left out they would've melted again. I expect you to start putting them away." Auron said, his voice still low and his tone still cold.

Out of shock, Dudley nodded again, his wide eyes focused on Auron as the other turned back to his chores.

The next few years flew by and Auron found himself looking forward to the day he turned eighteen, which was apparently the day he was a legal adult in this world, so that he could leave.

Dudley had gotten a bit nicer, still demanding, but the child had started picking up after himself a little. While Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia… Auron despised.

He slept in the cupboard under the stairs, a small, lumpy mattress on the floor with the thinnest blanket in the house. He hardly ever ate, as they didn't give him any food, though he was able to sneak some food from the cupboards without Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon noticing, as they never touched the food, having Auron cook for them instead.

Auron did almost all the chores in the house, he took care of the garden and greenhouse, he took care of the lawns and by the time he was done with the chores he was given each day, it was just before dinner, in which he made, ate the little that Aunt Petunia would give him, before being sent to his cupboard for the rest of the night.

And not to mention school, which took up most of his day, learning things that both interested, and were disinteresting. Being chased by Dudley and his gang… Used as a punching bag, as he found out of he hit Dudley or one of Dudley's friend back he would be whipped by Uncle Vernon with a belt…

He still had the marks from two years ago.

"Almost seven more years…" Auron muttered to himself, glancing at the date on the paper as he fetched it for Uncle Vernon, shutting the door to Number Four, Privet Drive, behind himself.

Making his way to the kitchen Auron started in on breakfast, having awoken early by Aunt Petunia, as it was Dudley's eleventh birthday.

He ignored the sounds of heavy footsteps as Vernon and Dudley walked into the kitchen, Vernon sitting at the table and Dudley hurrying over to the large pile of presents that was his, mostly from Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon.

As Auron started to dish out breakfast, he heard his cousin's voice from the pile of presents. "There's only thirty-six… That's two less than last year…"

"There are thirty-seven, sweetums." Aunt Petunia correctly, moving a large present aside to reveal a smaller one. "You missed this one from your Aunt Marge."

"Thirty-seven then… Still one less." Dudley muttered, his large cheeks turning a dark shade of red and Auron could sense a tantrum coming on and hurried about eating his bacon while Aunt Petunia, who had also sensed the tantrum coming, quickly reassured that they'd buy Dudley two more presents while out that day.

"Then I'll have… I'll have…"

"Thirty-nine, sweetums."

Shaking his head at the fact that not only that his cousin couldn't count, but about how many presents the older boy had gotten, as Dudley's cheeks turned an embarrassed pink this time.

To Auron's surprise, happiness, and horror, he found himself, just a few hours later, standing outside the gates to the Zoo. His normal baby-sitter, Mrs. Figg, had broken her leg and couldn't watch after him, Aunt Marge was away, and a of Aunt Petunia's hated him almost as much as the Dursleys did, forced their hand and made them take him along.

He actually enjoyed himself, for a little while at least, looking at the animals, and while he felt pity for them, he also understood that most were bred in captivity and the others were injured too bad to be released.

After a while, Dudley and his friend had dragged everyone off to look at the reptiles, looking and finding the largest snake in there easily.

"Make it move." Dudley moaned to his father, who rapped the glass sharply. "Do it again…" Auron watched from a ways as Uncle Vernon rapped the glass again, before hearing his cousin moan. "This is boring…" And he watched as Uncle Vernon and Dudley, and Dudely's friend waddled away to look at other snakes and he moved forward, his eyes on the large python.

"Sorry about them…" He murmured, raising a brow slightly as the snake raised its head to look at him, and rolled its eyes as if to say 'People do that all the time.'

"Must be lonely in there…" The snake nodded in agreement and seemed to be about to convey something else when Dudley's friend shouted at Dudley and for Uncle Vernon to come see what the snake was doing.

"Move!" Dudley snarled, shoving Auron out of the way, making the smaller boy to land on his back and his heated glare, his 'I know a thousand ways to kill you and no one will ever know it was me' glare. What happened next was a shock.

Dudley screamed as the glass from the front of the snake's tank vanished, and the snake, sensing freedom, hurriedly slithered out of the tank, nipping at Dudley's heels before turning to face Auron.

"Thankssss." The snake hissed.

Auron's eyebrow rose as he stared in surprise at the snake. "You're welcome." He murmured lowly, as he watched the snake slither away, nipping playfully at a few more people heels, much to Auron's amusement.

Unfortunately, his amusement was short lived as Uncle Vernon, as soon as they got back to the small home in Privet Drive, blamed Auron for the vanishing glass and locked him in the cupboard under the stairs.

It was summer vacation by the time that Auron was let out again, feeling weak from starvation. Auron hated it, the weakness he had there, the fact that they could do anything and get away with it, even if he had gone to police, there was no other place for him to go. He had no friends, thanks to Dudley, he had no other living relatives…

Auron weakly walked to the front door, noticing that the mail had come and he bent down to pick it up.

The first thing he noticed was that there was a letter for him, something that had never happened before, important looking with a wax seal on the back, he slipped the letter silently into his cupboard for safekeeping until he could read it later. Unfortunately, after giving his Uncle the mail and finishing the rest of his 'breakfast', Auron was kept too busy to read the letter until after the Dursley's fell asleep.

Silently, in the middle of the night, Auron took the letter from its hiding place and flipped on the light, opening the heavy letter, noticing that the letter was made of parchment rather than paper.

Reading the letter Auron cocked an eyebrow and looked down at the letter in interest. A school of magic? Well, that just might be interesting… Not to mention it was a boarding school, and that meant living away from his horrible relative. Smirking slightly in amusement, Auron dug through his small box of possessions, pulling out a blank piece of paper and a pen, writing his reply to the Headmaster.

At least he'd have something to do to pass the time for the next few years.

Anyhow, I hope its to everyone's liking!

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~Snow.