Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anyone else in his world. I also don't own the rights to Final Fantasy, although I do own a copy of the game.
A/N: This was just a random idea that I had, and it's taken over. I don't even know why. Dumbledore casts a spell, which puts the witches and wizards into a Muggle game, but will they be able to return? And who are they playing? But obviously, Draco is Tidus and Harry will be Yuna. The similarities are too close.
There will be three stories, and each one will have the characters in a different universe. And if you can't tell this story is Draco/Harry. But they probably won't actually get together until the third story.
Dreaming
By Whyteroze28
Chapter 3
Draco came to in the water. He was really beginning to hate this dream… or whatever it was. And then he remembered what had happened this time. "Rikku!"
Then he got hit in the head by…
"Blitzball!" He groaned at the joyous tone of voice. 'Honestly… then again… what if it had been a Bludger or the Golden Snitch? I'd probably be just as happy."
He turned and realized that he was near a beach. The redhead from earlier was standing there, with a group of people in the same uniform. 'must be their team colors,' he thought.'
"Hey! You okay?" the redhead yelled. He had a strange accent.
"Heeey!" Maybe these people wouldn't disappear after he got to know them. Maybe they could even help him get to this Luca place.
The move that he'd done before Sin had destroyed the city… which he now knew was named Zanarkand… came to him, and he sent the ball sailing over their heads. He almost laughed as he saw the expression on the guy's face.
'Take that, Weasley,' he thought gleefully. Even if it really wasn't him, the name stuck in his head. He knew that he'd always think of this guy as Weasley.
"Whoa-ho!"
Draco swam ashore, and walked over to the team. "Yo! Hiya!"
"You wanna try that move one more time?" the guy asked, and Draco smiled as he complied.
"Finally, things were starting to look up." That damn voice again. 'I already knew that,' Draco thought. 'State the obvious, why don't you.'
"You're no amateur," the guy stated. "Who you play for?"
"The Zanarkand Abes!" As he saw the expressions, Draco was glad he really wasn't in a separate body, because he had an extreme urge to hit this guy. He was obviously as clueless as Potter.
The rest of the team made little noises, which let Draco know that they obviously thought Tidus was crazy.
The redhead stared. "What team you say again?"
"Uh, I meant... Forget that. I got too, uh... close to Sin and my head's all foggy-like," Draco said, trying to get control of the situation again. "So I don't know where this place is. Or even where I came from."
The guy looked reverent now. "Sin's toxin got to you. But, you're still alive. Praise be to Yevon!" Then he did some kind of bow, and Draco vaguely remembered the group of kids from Zanarkand doing the same thing. Then he looked at his teammates and grinned. "All right, back to practice!" As they walked away, he turned back. "I'm Wakka, coach and captain of the Besaid Aurochs, brudda."
Draco felt strange, for some reason. Then he remembered that he'd only had a few bites of food aboard the Al Bhed ship.
"What? You hungry?" Wakka asked, then headed off towards a path leading away from the beach. "Okay! Back to the village. I'll get you somethin'!"
"I felt like I could trust this Wakka, so I just had to ask." Draco heard the words as he followed Wakka. He knew what was coming, and he wished he could just skip the whole conversation. I t really wasn't going to help anybody.
"It's true Zanarkand was destroyed, right? A thousand years ago? So it's just a big pile of rubble now, isn't it?"
Wakka sighed. "Long time ago, there were a whole lot of cities in Spira. Big cities with machina-machines-to run 'em. People played all day and let the machina do the work. And then, well, take a look." As Draco looked around at the ruins covering the island, Wakka continued. "Sin came, and destroyed the machina cities. And Zanarkand along with 'em. Yeah, that was about a thousand years ago, just like you said. If you asked me, Sin's our punishment for letting things get out of hand. What gets me, though... is we gotta suffer, 'cause of what some goofballs did way back when! 'Course, we must always repent for our sins! That's important! It's just that, it's hard to keep at it sometimes, you know?"
And the voice just kept talking. "It was just as Rikku said. Wakka and Rikku couldn't both be lying. Why would they?"
Wakka laughed, and put his arm around Draco's shoulder. "But you from the Zanarkand Abes-that was a good one! Hey, I'm not saying the team never existed, ya? But you gotta figure a team livin' in luxury like that'd be pretty soft, eh?"
"I appreciated the fact that Wakka was trying to cheer me up. But at that time, all I could think about was... everything that happened to me - all this - started with Sin. Maybe if I could find Sin one more time, I could go home! For now, I'd just live life until that time came. No more worrying about where, or when, I was. Sure it was hard not to think of home. But I started to feel better already. A little better... maybe." Draco shook his head. The guy was fooling himself. He could feel the truth… this guy would probably never get home. 'Wait, does that mean I won't either?' he wondered, running to catch up with Wakka.
The path split in two, and he heard Wakka calling from off to the side. "Hey! It's this way!"
"Huh?" He walked over, and saw Wakka on the edge of a small cliff, overlooking… more water. 'Is this some kind of punishment?' Draco asked himself as he was pushed in.
Then Wakka jumped in behind him.
"What's the big idea?" Draco asked, vowing that he was never going to take a bath again… showers, yes, but not baths.
Wakka led him towards a cave, but before they entered, he grabbed Draco around the neck.
"Lemme go!" Draco gasped.
Wakka grinned. "Got a favor to ask ya."
"You want me on your team, right?" It had to be the only reason, especially after that shot from earlier. As Wakka let go of him, he paddled away fast
"A major blitz tournament's coming up. All the teams in Spira'll be there! It's so huge, I'm sure someone there will recognize you!" Draco realized he had to be talking about the same tournament Rikku had mentioned. "Then you can go back to your old team, right? It'll be fun! What do you say, huh? Come on, come on!"
Maybe he could find her there. She was his first real friend in this world after all. "Sure thing."
"Dude! Our team is gonna rock, eh?" Draco sighed again. He recognized those words. Muggleborn children at Hogwarts spoke like that lately. It was some kind of fad.
"I thought then that blitzball and Sin were the only two things that Spira and Zanarkand had in common. I wasn't too far off, either." 'Well, of course. It's been a thousand years, a lot has obviously changed.'
They left the cave, and headed up another path. They walked until they came to a statue overlooking a small town. Wakka looked down at it, and smiled, sadly.
"This is where I was born. I started blitz when I was five. I joined the Aurochs at thirteen... ten years ago," he said, and Draco shuddered slightly at the amount of dedication this young man had. That meant he was only twenty-three… but he looked older, hardened somehow. "Ten years... and we never won a game. Well, after last year's tournament, I quit. Time seemed right."
They began walking down the hill towards town, and Wakka continued. "So, after quitting, I got this new job, ya? But every time my mind wandered, I thought about the game."
"Ten years without a single win'll do that," Draco replied. He knew he thought about Quidditch constantly… losing to Potter all the time.
"My first match last year was my big chance. But something else was on my mind. I couldn't focus."
Draco stared. "Nice excuse."
"Hey, hey!"
But Draco knew what was on his mind. "So you want to win the next tournament-go out with a bang." Wakka nodded. "So, what's our goal?"
"I don't care what we do. Long as we play our best." Draco once again thought of Weasley. They both seemed to be so noble when it came to sports… no wonder they couldn't win without Potter. He conveniently blocked out the game in 5th year where they had won. "If we give it our all, I can walk away happy."
"No, no, no, no, no. If I say, 'What's our goal?' you say, 'Victory!'," What else was there? "When you play in a blitzball tournament, you play to win!"
"Victory? You serious?" 'No,' Draco thought, sarcastically, 'I'm Draco, but that's beside the point. Of course I'm serious.'
They were almost at the bottom of the hill when they saw two men walking towards them. One was also red-headed, and the other had dark hair, and looked young.
"Ah, the one from the sea!" the older one said.
The younger one smiled. "Be on guard. There're fiends on the road today!"
"After surviving your run-in with Sin, 'twould be a shame if something happened now," The first stated, before turning and heading back to the village.
"Who were they?" Draco asked.
"Luzzu and Gatta - Crusaders."
"Crews of what?" 'Simpleton.' Draco remembered his father mentioning the Crusaders of King Richard. His great-grandfather had been on the run from them.
"What, you forgot that, too? Hey, sorry. Don't worry about it. I'll help you out," Wakka replied, and Draco just sighed in relief.
"Cool. In return, come tournament time, I'll make sure we take the cup!" Now he was getting over-confident. What was it going to take to get this guy to face reality?
Wakka just grinned again, as they headed for the village once more. "Cool. About the Crusaders, you can ask them yourself. They've got a lodge in the village."
Draco wondered if anyone in the village would know a way to send him home.
