Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Final Fantasy Tactics. They are the property of J.K. Rowling and Square.

Author's Note: This is my first story in over six years but this idea has been rolling around in my head for some time. The story will contain male/male pairings and if this upsets you then please do not read this story.

Dorter Trade City

Chapter One: The Mysterious Savoir

Ramza forced down a grimace of pain as he pushed himself up on the bed. Glancing at his surroundings he blinked in confusion. This wasn't his room nor was it his bed. 'What,' he thought when he noticed a young man sitting at the only table in the room and drinking what looked and smelled like a strong tea. The man was dressed in a long black robe left open with a blue tunic underneath and wearing knee high black leather boots on his feet. He had a head of black hair that looked as if it'd been attacked by a flock of angry birds and a pair of small silver-rimmed glasses perched on the end of his nose.

"I see you're finally awake, young man," the man spoke suddenly causing Ramza to blush to quickly look away realizing he'd been caught staring at the man. The man chuckled at his reaction. "When I found you, you looked like you had taken a fairly decent beating. Care to tell me what happened?" the man asked before adding, "People call me Harry, and you are?"

"I am Ramza B… just Ramza," Ramza said hoping the man, Harry, hadn't caught his almost slip up. He had no want to be called a Beouvle after what his brothers did.

"Well, just Ramza, it's a pleasure to meet you." Harry stood and bowed slightly towards him with a smile tugging at his lips. "But I should inform you that I already know what house you belong to. The Beouvle house crest was sewn onto your tunic I had to remove to treat you."

At that moment Ramza looked down and realized he wasn't wearing anything over his chest and to his horror he couldn't feel his trousers either. This man had stripped him of all his clothing! Performing a fine imitation of a tomato, he politely asked where his clothes had gotten to.

"I apologize, Ramza, but they were very badly damaged so I threw them out. But not to worry," he placated him gently, "I have some replacement clothing you can wear once you're well enough to get out of bed and I'm sure you won't reinjure yourself."

Something about the look in the man's eyes as he said that made Ramza realize that moving before he was told to could be hazardous to his health. After the death of his two closest friends, he couldn't say he minded staying bedridden for some time. At least long enough for him to understand what happened. How his brothers could be so cold-hearted as to kill an innocent girl. Tiertra had been like a sister to them. Why did they think it acceptable to sacrifice her?

'Dycedarg… Zalbaag… how could you?' he asked himself many times since he witnessed Zalbaag giving the order to fire and cut the string of Tietra's life.

Unbeknownst to Ramza so stuck in his thoughts, Harry slipped from the room and was headed down the long hallway to check up on a few more of his patients. He didn't think it wise to inform the young man that, what Harry assumed was his friends, were being healed in another room in his home. The other three suffered injuries far greater than Ramza and Harry wasn't positive he could save them. He would do his best but they'd been at death's door when he found them and it had taken considerable time to get them to his home to treat them. The young blonde teenage boy had serious injuries from what looked like a battle and the other two, a dark-haired boy and girl he assumed were siblings, were burnt severely. He already given them potions to treat the burns and they were mostly healed, but the girl had a deep puncture wound in her abdomen and he was worried about infection setting in.

Six years had passed since he arrived in this world. Six years since he packed all his belongings, removed all his gold from the goblin run bank, and performed the spell with his two friends to send him to another time or place so he could live in peace. His friends offered to come with him but he told them no. They were due to be married and start a family and he wouldn't take that away from them. They were the only ones that knew the truth and he knew they wouldn't tell anyone. As far as the world knew, Harry Potter went on holiday and never returned. Most would assume him dead and he could care less what the rest believed.

In the years he'd been in Ivalice, he established himself as a peaceful lord of a small area in the country side and most assumed he was the orphan son of the previous lord sent to live with relatives when his parents died. He did nothing to stop the rumours. After all, they were somewhat true and those rumours stopped people from asking too many questions. Only a few knew the truth and they were very noble men that he trusted with his life. Two of them were his adoptive brother and sister he rescued from a sleazebag of a noble the year he arrived and the others were father and son who were part of the Order of the Southern Sky. Cid and his adoptive son Orran were good people and worthy of his trust.

His brother and sister was a pair of children he rescued from a man named Barrington who used them as assassins and liked Rapha a bit too much. He didn't care if the world he lived in was close to medieval Europe, she was only a child and no man should be with a child of thirteen. From what he could gather Duke Barrington burned their village in retaliation for the village elder refusing to give him the children's powers to be used in war. Both Rapha and her brother Marach possessed special powers and the Duke wanted them for himself and refused to let anyone else have them so he burned their village. He then found them among the rubble and took them in and raised them to be his personal assassins. He was a pig and Harry doubted they would ever find his body. He didn't condone child abuse and rape.

Marach, Rapha's older brother by three years, hated Harry for taking them away from their adoptive father until he learned everything his sister kept hidden from him. Then he hated Harry for not giving him the chance to slaughter the pig himself.

Reaching his destination, Harry knocked softly on the door in front of him before pushing said door open and peering inside. The other blonde young man he rescued was sitting up in bed with his shoulders slumped in a defeated position. He quickly turned from the window he was staring out and looked in Harry's direction.

Entering fully into the room, Harry smiled at the young man. "I see you're finally awake," he commented, "Care to tell me what happened since Ramza wasn't very forthcoming and the others are still unconscious."

"Why did you save me?" the boy asked ignoring Harry's question. "I was ready to die. I lost… to a commoner…" the last part was mumbled with irritation and shock.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Commoner… noble… barmaid whore…? What does it matter?" God this boy had only just wakened and he was already irritating. It made him sick how much status meant to the people of this world. "You were beaten so it doesn't matter who did it. And a thank you would be appreciated for saving your dumbarse."

"Thanks," the boy muttered half-heartedly before staring at Harry with serious look on his face. "Ramza is here?" he asked. Harry nodded and the boy's face lost all colour. "Oh my god…! I am going to die!"

Harry ignored the boy's rambling as he wasn't interested in what Ramza would do to this boy. Somehow he doubted the meek boy laying in the bed down the hall could hurt a fly much less kill somebody. For the few minutes he spent with the boy he seemed much too precious to murder a person unless said person had committed a heinous act. Then again, he didn't seem much like a killer to a random person walking by but he had killed and probably would again in his life. Perhaps Ramza was the same and him and only looked innocent.

"I am Lord Potter and you are currently in my home being treated for many wounds," Harry finally said to the boy once he realised he'd be quite for far too long. He could already see this boy would be trouble if he didn't put him in his place from the start. "I have many commoners and nobles visit my home and the surrounding village. You will treat all with respect no matter their station and if I hear otherwise I won't be happy. Are we clear?"

"Yes, my lord," the boy muttered obviously not liking the idea of rubbing elbows with commoners.

Harry nodded. "Very well... Now, I have given my name but you have yet to give yours."

"I am Argath. I hail from Limberry."

"Limberry…? Aren't you a little far from home, Argath?" Now Harry was curious as to why a squire from Limberry would be in Gallione. He'd known he was the rank of squire from the pin that was on his tunic before he removed his clothing to treat his wounds. The boy stubbornly remained silent but Harry continued speaking as if it didn't bother him. "Since you know who Ramza is then perchance do you know who the young man and woman I rescued as well? Both have tanned skin and dark hair and eyes."

Argath visibly flinched at his words. "Tis Delita and his younger sister Tietra. But Tietra should be dead… I shot her with an arrow…" he trailed off quietly and confused.

'Ah,' Harry thought to himself, 'he's the reason I worked my arse off all night trying to save her.' He didn't voice his thoughts and instead to him the young man to get some rest and he would send someone up with food in a bit. Harry quickly left the room lost in his thoughts. He now had at least a partial reason everyone was so badly wounded and his theory of a battle taking place seemed correct. Argath hadn't said it in so many words but what other reason was there for someone being shot with a crossbow bolt and many others being wounded if not for battle. The girl seemed more of an innocent bystander. He'd have to speak with Tietra and Delita to get the rest of the story. He would possibly speak with Ramza again if the other two were still asleep from their injuries.

As he walked down the hall lost in thought and paying no mind to his surroundings, he didn't see his sister walking with a basin of water and walked straight into her knocking her down and spilling the water all over her and him.

"Shit…!" he cursed and reached out his hand to help her up. "I apologise Rapha. I wasn't paying attention," he admitted and blushed when she gave him that look a mother would to her misbehaving child.

She smiled softly at him. "It's fine."

Rapha and her brother had dark skin, hair and eyes and were obviously foreign to this country. They reminded Harry of people of Middle Eastern descent from his world. They both also preferred loose fitting clothing they could move around in easy. Their magicks was something that interested Harry greatly. Unlike the magick of this world and his own world, their magicks defied all logic he was taught. When cast their spells would flash in random spaces around their targeted area. Sometimes it would hit the target once, sometimes ten times or sometimes none at all. It was the reason he began training them in self-defence to protect them should someone wish to harm them. He brought in a priest from the monastery to train Rapha in Holy Magicks and found a skilful swordsman to train Marach with a blade. Still, their magick was interesting and useful in certain situations. Both of their magicks ignored a person's defence against magick whether it is spell or armour, and it was always useful as a distraction.

"Harry!" Rapha snapped out causing him to blink at her fierce scowl. "I've been talking to you for the past ten minutes and you've been ignoring me!"

"Sorry," he apologised sincerely. "What were you saying?"

The girl sighed at her brother's words. "I was trying to tell you that the blonde kid Ramza has been asking for you."

"Right… thank you, Rapha. I'll go see him now." He then turned and started walking away from her towards the boy's room.

Upon reaching Ramza's room he didn't bother knocking and walked through the door and was glad he did. Ramza was standing in the middle of the room looking around presumably for clothing. His head snapped up when he heard the door open and 'eeped' loudly and dove onto the bed before snatching the blankets over himself. Harry couldn't deny he was cute and the nice view he got of his body before he covered himself was quite lovely.

Realising he'd only embarrass the boy more if he commented, he smothered his grin and kept his mouth shut while the blonde young man tried and failed to control his full-body blush. At least Harry knew he was a natural blonde. Why yes he does have a dirty mind, thank you!

"If it would help I could get naked too so we'll both be embarrassed," he mouthed off before snapping his mouth closed and scowling. Damn, that wasn't what he'd meant to say.

Ramza chuckled a bit nervously almost as if he expected Harry to start stripping any second. "No, you needn't do that." His voice cracked slightly as he responded. "I heard from your sister that Tietra and Delita are alive."

"Ah, my sister never can keep her mouth shut. Yes, they are alive." He held up a hand to silence the young man before he could speak. "But they needed considerably more healing than you and need a lot of rest. You should be able to see them tomorrow," he added at Ramza's sullen expression causing the boy to start looking more cheerful.

"Thank you, Sir Harry."

"No, no, none of the sir crap. Just Harry is fine." He hated being referred to as 'Sir' or 'Lord' unless he had no choice.

Ramza nodded and shot him a small smile. "I completely understand how you feel, Harry. Even though I'm a bastard child people would always call me young lord or sir and it made me feel dirty," he said before his expression grew sombre. "Why were you at Fort Zeakdon, Harry?"

Having expected the question Harry easily replied, "Because it is close to my home and I saw a large explosion and went to investigate."

They talked for several more minutes before Harry noticed Ramza's eyes drooping closed as the young man fought to stay awake and told him to get some rest and he would go and see about dinner. Ramza nodded gratefully and laid his head back against the soft pillows and letting sleep overtake him.

Harry took the opportunity to examine the young man. He was a little below average height with honey blonde hair, pale skin and expressive golden brown eyes. He was precious Harry couldn't help but grin as he thought that, and he wasn't bad to look at. Harry certainly didn't mind having him as a patient for the time being.

Breathing out a tired sigh, he steeled himself for another long night of work. Those other two kids weren't out of the woods yet and he had to remain vigilant if he wanted to ensure their survival.

'Damn, I never got the full story of what happened!' Harry mentally screamed at becoming side tracked. 'Oh well, there's always tomorrow.'

Author's Note:

I apologise if this seems short but I plan to go into greater detail about things in the following chapters. The War of the Lions will still take place. For those of you that have played Final Fantasy Tactics, you know what I'm talking about. I'm sorry if things are confusing but I will try to sort out everything soon.