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 Tidus!
~Snow.
I do not own Harry Potter and Final Fantasy X.
It first had started when he was thirteen years old, that night on the train when the Dementor had tried to suck out his soul, and he heard the voice of his mother screaming. But another voice, sobbing another name he couldn't quite hear, followed his mother's screams, deafened by the screams and faint, but still there.
That's when Harry's rather strange dreams had started, his odd dreams of games played in large glass domes, or rather a single game but many different teams, somehow the name Blitz stuck in his head as he absently doodled a picture of one of the large domes on a blank piece of parchment during History of Magic, a dull class taught by a ghost named Binns.
Other dreams plagued him too. Dreams of a dirty-blonde haired man fighting alongside different people, fighting creatures that Harry didn't recognize. While he didn't know the name of the blonde-haired man in his dreams, he could tell who the others were.
A red-coated man with dark, graying hair, a scar running down one of his bronze-colored eyes, an arm tucked into the coat and the other, the left one, hugged close to the chest. Auron… A Guardian and in more ways than one… A trusted friend, one that swore to protect him…
Wakka, a Blitzer who used a Blitzball to attack the fiends, with orange-hair, an accent, tanned skin and a kind smile. Another friend, close, similar to the bond that Harry guessed was similar to a brotherly bond.
Lulu, a woman with dark dreadlocks and ruby eyes, dressed in a black dress with a lot of belts. A toy almost always being hugged close, a toy the Black Mage could manipulate… Motherly, yet sisterly, and sometimes rather cold and very scary… Yet, she was kind and teaching…
A blonde-girl, two years younger, with energy to spare, a great knowledge of Machina, things that looked like robots in games that Dudley played, and always looking out for her cousin… His first friend in that strange place, who a great friend to get drunk with and play pranks on the others with… Rikku.
A large blue… Something- He honestly couldn't name the creature, but he knew it wasn't a normal one, not even a magical one- with a broken horn. Few words spoken and a lance to protect their Summoner… Kimarhi.
And finally, the last person to plague his dreams that he could give a name to… A brunette with a green eye, and a blue one, a soft smile and a Japanese looking robe… Summoner… A woman he cared deeply for, a person he would protect, even if it meant giving up his life… Yuna…
When his lessons with Professor Lupin to work on the Patronus Charm happened, the second woman's voice he heard would be there too, yet still, he couldn't hear the name she was crying, but somehow, he felt that it was his, and he knew who it was crying for him… Yuna…
Harry's third year at Hogwarts seemed to pass quickly, yet so slowly, while more dreams plagued his mind at night, the days were plagued by the fact that a murderer was after Harry, of course, as he found out later on, that murderer was his Godfather who was actually innocent, and his days relaxed while the dreams still got odder and odder…
The summer between Harry's third year and fourth year was exciting to the young Gryffindor. He had exchanged some Galleons for Muggle money and had gotten himself a few sets of fitting clothing, and hair-dye. He had laughed at the looks on his Aunt and Uncle's faces when they saw his dirty-blonde dyed-hair.
Harry had snickered at seeing the looks on the Weasley's faces too, after going to his best friend, Ron Weasley, parent's house, for a few days before going to the Quidditch World Cup. It was shocking to find that he felt… Less excited about Quidditch now, but he still had a wonderful time with the Weasleys and his other best friend, Hermione Granger.
At least until the Death Eaters attacked the Muggles that owned the land that Harry and his friends were camping on, with hundreds of other witches and wizards.
The panic that started that night lasted through the rest of the summer, and before they knew it, they were on their way back to Hogwarts.
With going back to Hogwarts, came another, rather shocking announcement. The TriWizard Tournament, and the incoming arrival of two other schools.
The excited buzz that came from that announcement kept the school's excitement up for months, and Harry too had to agree with Ron and Hermione about how exciting the thought was, and he too, often dreamed of being the champion for Hogwarts, though he knew that it would be a foolish thing to think that a fourth-year could easily fight in the TwiWizard Tournament. Of course, it wasn't night dreaming, as his nights were still plagued with those odd dreams… But daydreaming was something he had started to do often.
Harry was starting to get frustrated with the dreams he was experiencing at night, unable to explain them, or their origins, he dug back through the books in the library, hoping to find out what Spheres were, and Blitzball, Ronso, Gaudo, Summoners and Aeons were. And Machina.
Hermione was getting suspicious of him, seeing him in the library so often, but Harry just brushed her concerns aside, telling her he was researching something that he had been wanting to for a while, and Hermione soon grew to like seeing Harry in the library almost as often as she was, thinking that he was taking his studies as serious as she did.
Of course, he didn't correct her, or Ron, who had begun to complain about Harry's extra time in the library, instead of doing something else, liking playing chess with him, trying to figure out what Fred and George were up to, or flying.
Harry seriously considered quitting Quidditch, but couldn't get himself to do it. Quidditch meant too much to his friends, and to himself, even though he didn't find the appeal and love he had for the sky as he used to.
Harry's heart broke and his temper rose when his name came out of the Goblet of Fire, and while he had been shocked and scared close to death about knowing what could be up head, and while Hermione instantly accepted the fact, and the simple idea that it was stupid to think that Harry put his own name in the Goblet, knowing her she knew how powerful the magical object was, Ron on the other hand, broke off their friendship and Harry was gritting his teeth to keep from yelling at the red-haired teen.
The next few weeks were stressful, with Hermione not helping any by trying to attempt to patch up their friendship. While Harry refused to talk to Ron until the stupid bloke got it out of his head that Harry could put his name in the cup, knowing how much they'd been through and how tired he was of his fame and putting his life at risk, and apologized.
While Ron refused to talk to Harry until Harry admitted and told him how exactly Harry got his name into the cup. Shouting matches between the two had become normal in the Fourth Year dorms.
Hermione called the both of them idiots and hit them on the heads before hugging both when Ron and Harry made up after the First Task. Dragons? Honestly? Harry had enough of dragons with Norbert…
It only took Harry a few weeks to figure out the clue for the Second Task, and after that, was the Yule Ball. Being smart, Harry had asked, almost immediately after finding out about the Ball, if Ron's younger sister Ginny wanted to go with him.
While he did find Ginny pretty, he wasn't interested in dating, not yet at least, and he knew that Ginny too, was too young to date yet anyways, not date seriously, at least. And Harry made sure too let both Ron, and Ginny know that he wasn't interested in a relationship, not yet.
Ginny, while disappointed about not dating, was pleased that she was the first person he had thought of and happily agreed to go to the ball with him.
Truthfully, and though he'd never admit it. The first person Harry had thought of was the mutil-colored-eyed girl from his dreams. Yet, knowing that she wasn't real, he had turned his attention onto Ginny instead.
The Ball, while he didn't like it too much, wasn't as bad as he would have thought. Harry did enjoy dancing with Ginny, laughing at horrible jokes the twins, Fred and George, said while the two hung out with Ginny's brothers and their dates, not daring to go near a pissed-off Ron, who was angry at Hermione for going to the ball with another Champion by the name of Viktor Krum.
Unfortunately, Harry had been dragged into their argument, and stayed silent, not wanting to side with either of them, and sighed when they both turned on him, yelling at him.
The next few weeks that followed, Harry spent digging through books, trying to figure out what spell or just something he could use to stay underwater for longer than an hour, as that was what the clue in the egg said he had time for… An hour long to look for something that the Merfolk took.
On the eve of the Second Task, Harry watched as Hermione and Ron were asked to go to Professor McGonagall's office, and waved wearily at them, before turning his attention back to the book he was reading, only to fall asleep and be woken up five minutes before the Second Task by a House Elf he had freed in his Second Year named Dobby, who was telling him that he need to rescue his 'Wheezy'. Not giving dobby time to explain anything, Harry ran from the library, down the hallways and staircases, hurried through the double doors in the Entrance Hall and fled down to the BlackLake.
Quickly apologizing for being late, Harry smiled sheepishly at the Judges and the other Champions before turning to face the lake. Harry grinned as he faced the lake, feeling giddy at the thought of getting into the water, swimming again! Blinking he shook his head in surprise. Again? He'd never gone swimming before; no doubt that the Dursleys, who had happily paid for Dudley's swimming lessons, had hoped that he'd drown… So, why had he thought again?
His thoughts were pushed aside as the cannon rang out and the other three champions jumped into the water, each casting a spell of their own and Harry watched them for a moment before shrugging. Pulling off his shirt and pants he tossed them aside, knowing they'd only weight him down, leaving himself only in his undershirt and boxers.
Harry, acting as if it was completely normal to be standing in the cold water's waves half-naked, walked straight out into the lake, the water level slowly rising until it was at his hips and a spell that he didn't know he knew, left his lips as he suddenly dived into the murky water, which quickly became clear and he started to swim, heading towards where he guessed was the middle of the lake.
He narrowly avoided a meeting with the Grindylows that lived in the lake, but he saw the Merfolk not too far away and started to swim through the city that lay there at the bottom of the lake, heading towards the middle of the odd underwater city.
There in the middle, lay four stone slabs, where four people slept, tied to the slabs. A girl Harry recognized as Cho Chang, a Ravenclaw who played Seeker, Hermione, Ron, and a blonde girl that looked like she was related to Fleur.
Swimming forward, he looked around for something that would break the bonds that tied the people to the slabs, and found a sharp looking rock lying at the bottom. Grabbing it, Harry started on Ron's bonds first, looking around worriedly as he remembered the warning in the clue in the egg.
A few minutes passed and Harry decided to stick around, just in case one of the Champions didn't show up, so he could make sure that everyone got out of there alright.
Cedric showed up first, having used what Harry noticed was a Bubble-Head charm, and mouthed to him that Fleur was coming, before taking the rock Harry handed him and freeing Cho from her bonds before taking the girl and swimming away quickly.
To Harry's surprise and disappointment, it was Viktor Krum who had badly transfigured half of his body. After nearly stabbing the man with the rock, after the man tried to cut the bonds with his teeth and nearly hurt Hermione in the process, Harry was about to get Viktor to use the rock he had to hack at the bonds, before he too, swam away with the person.
Getting nervous, Harry glanced around, frowning at seeing the Merfolk whispering and pointing at him behind their hands, and doing something that sounded like laughing.
Giving in, Harry took the rock once more, moving to free the little girl from her bonds only to have his wrist grabbed by one of the Mermen who shook its head, laughing at him. "You take only one."
"Screw that!" Harry snarled, gleefully surprising the Merman who swam back, startled by the fact that Harry could speak clearly and without bubbles. "I don't care! I'm taking her with me, and if you don't let me, I'll hex you!"
Harry flicked a small, very teeny, Thunder spell at the Merfolk who were shaking their heads and had moved to pull him away from the girl, only to end up scattering, avoiding the tiny Thunder spell, their eyes wide and Harry smirked at them before hacking at the bonds and freeing the little girl, grabbing both her and Ron from the waist, he started to swim away, having a bit of trouble now that he had the use of only one arm.
The Merfolk were murmuring as they watched him apprehensively, watching the boy struggle towards the surface.
Harry wasn't lucky a second time when it came to the Grindylows, thrusting the bodies of his best friend and the little girl out of the way and towards the surface, Harry took most of the blows that the Grindylows landed while attack him, shooting out small Thunder spells at random, hoping to hit a few of them, Harry struggled to stay awake and alert as he started to bleed out from the deep scratched the Grindlylows gave him.
Alas, it was useless as his vision started to blur and darkness took him and for a few minutes, he thought he was dead when a voice started laughing at him. The voice was deep but clear as day, as if someone was standing in front of him...
"Come on boy! I thought you were taught better, trained better! And you let those things get you?" The voice scoffed.
Harry frowned slightly, unable to open his eyes. "Sorry…"
"Don't tell me sorry!"
"Who… Who are you?"
"Don't you remember me? Ya crybaby… You've remembered everyone else but me? Of course… I wasn't always there for ya, but you should know better, boy!"
"Sorry." Harry hissed this time, a frown on his face.
"Ah well... We'll get you to remember it together, alright? Now c'mon, ya know my name! I was a famous Blitzplayer after all, kiddo."
"Blitz is real..?"
"Of course it is! You played it too! Taking after me and all."
"I never did it to be like you, old man!" The words left Harry's lips before he knew what he was saying and the deep voice laughed again.
"What'cha gonna do to make me think otherwise?" The voice challenged. "Honestly boy…" Harry was certain that the man was shaking his head.
"Not boy… Harry… But…"
"But?"
"But not Harry either… If those… Those dreams were memories… Who am I?"
"You're you, obviously."
"But who am I?"
"Only you can figure that out… Stupid crybaby."
"Shut up old man."
"Remembered me yet then?" The voice had a softer tone to it this time.
"Yeah… Thanks… Dad."
And finally Harry was able to open his eyes and he blinked up at the burry image of a pale Albus Dumbledore. "Harry? Are you alright?" The Headmaster asked, his silvery-blue eyes solely focused on the ocean-blue that met his… Wait… Ocean-blue?
"I'm fine Headmaster… What happened?" Harry asked turning his head away as he let his memories swarm in his head, trying to place themselves properly again, looking around the room he noticed he was in the Hospital Wing…
Joy.
"You were attacked by Grindylows as you surfaced with Mr. Weasley and Miss Delacour, and were knocked out by the creatures… Mr. Weasley and Miss Delacour are both fine." Dumbledore added, smiling in reassurance, and relief, as he looked down at the blonde.
"That's good…" Harry yawned, laying back down and resting his head against the pillow. "I'm still tired…" He yawned again, hoping to get the Headmaster away as his memories continued to shuffle around, finally sorting themselves properly.
"Then I shall leave you for now… Poppy will be along shortly, she's been looking after the other Champions, and after you've rested and been released from her care, I'll like to see you in my office, regarding that spell you used today." Harry blinked wearily and nodded.
And with that, the Headmaster left, and a grin lit up the dyed-blonde's lips after the door shut and his memories finished fixing themselves and realization hit him, he was real, he remembered everything, he had another chance…
That he, Tidus, Guardian to the Summoner Yuna, and a Dream of the Fayth, was back, and there was no way in hell he was leaving this time.
Anyhow, I hope its to everyone's liking!
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~Snow.
