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.

I've been wanting to work the other characters into the storytelling, and I finally got a chapter that I can use to tell Harry's side of things. Now you'll see what he's been thinking all along.

Dreaming

By Whyteroze28

Chapter 8

Harry Potter had been surprised to find himself in this strange dream. He recognized where he was. He had seen Dudley playing the game once on his Playstation 2, which he had gotten for his last birthday. But Dudley had gotten bored with it rather quickly, and chucked it. Harry had rescued it from the bin, even though he'd known he'd never get to play it. It had just seemed to call to him.

Now he was not just playing it, but living it as well. It was incredible. Of course, he wondered a bit, as to why he had become the female lead, but that had become painfully clear as he had heard what Yuna's task was. It seemed that even in his dreams he was destined to be the reluctant savior.

However, something seemed off. Yuna knew how things were supposed to go, and she had completely accepted her role in life. Harry didn't think he could ever do something like that. But as the dream progressed, he found himself sympathizing with her.

He had felt the comfort Tidus had conveyed at the beginning of the dream, and heard his thoughts. It had sounded strange to hear 'This may be our last chance', but it had also felt right to Harry.

The next thing he remembered was exiting the Chamber of the Fayth in Besaid. Things had gotten weird from there. He'd felt a strange connection with the stranger from Zanarkand. Of course, when he'd realized that Wakka and Lulu were actually Ron and Hermione, it had started to make sense. He still wasn't sure who Kimahri was though. He thought it might be Remus.

'It's a spell,' he thought. 'It has to be. And everyone in the school is dreaming. But why Final Fantasy? Couldn't the spellcaster come up with something that everyone knows? Unless they didn't choose…'

But as the dream progressed, he had given up trying to figure it out, and just gone along with it. He'd been trying to figure out who was cast in the role of Tidus. Surely, it had to be a girl, since he was certain no spell would pair him up with another guy… even though after Cho he'd realized that girls just didn't interest him.

But after hearing the way Tidus hated his father, Harry was at a loss. No one he could think of harbored those kinds of feelings, and he'd already realized that the spell put the person in the role most suited for them. Harry was the heroine, Ron the obsessed sports fanatic, Hermione the grouchy know-it-all. So, who was Tidus?

As Harry fell asleep the night before they were to arrive in Luca, he was still wondering.

The next morning, he was on deck, as they sailed into Luca harbor. He saw Tidus on the railing, holding onto the ropes of the sail, and smiled. It was strange, but he felt happier when the blonde was near.

As they docked, Harry could hear the speakers above as the Blitzball commentators announced their arrival.

"Ah, over there! The ships carrying the players are arriving now!" one of them said. "This would be dock number 2. All the way from Kilika, it's the Kilika Beasts! High Summoner Ohalland used to play for them-a big name to live up to. Their hometown was recently attacked by Sin. Isn't that right, Jimma?"

The one called Jimma replied. "Yes, Bobba. They're going to be pulling out all the stops to try and bring back the cup this year." And even though Harry knew that he should want Ron's team to win, he wished that the Kilika team could do well. They deserved some happiness.

Bobba was speaking again. "Exciting, isn't it, folks? Our next team off the ramp is... Well, well, well! If it isn't the Besaid Aurochs! They're a living, breathing, statistical impossibility! I've never seen a team this bad! That's right! In twenty-three years they've never made it past the first round! Only a few die-hard fans are in the audience today." Harry sighed. 'Sounds like the Aurochs are as bad as the Chudley Cannons,' he thought, suppressing a giggle.

"Best of luck to them, and a safe journey back to Besaid," Jimma stated, clearly not meaning the words.

Bobba sounded insincere as well. Harry wondered if he was Ludo Bagman. "Right, Jimma. Moving right along, our next team is... Here they are, folks! Our very own Luca Goers! They've got power! They've got speed! They've got teamwork! They're an all-around first-class team! And they're back home in Luca!"

And Jimma sounded like Karkaroff, without the accent. "Without a doubt, they are the favorite this year, Bobba. And after the way they dominated last year, it'd take a miracle for them to lose today."

"You can say that again, Jimma. Look at the crowd, folks! Look at the crowd! Looks like all of Luca has turned out to cheer the Goers on! They know, I know, and you know, folks! The Luca Goers are number one!" Bobba said, and they appeared to be finished.

Wakka looked at Tidus, obviously embarrassed. "It's like this year, ya?" he said. "Don't' let it bother you."

Tidus seemed more outraged than anything. He grabbed a nearby megaphone, and climbed up onto a crate, yelling at the Luca team. "Stop right there, Goers!" he called, and they turned to look at him. "You guys are smilin' now, but not for long! 'Cause this year, us Aurochs are taking the cup!"

Harry giggled, not being able to help it.

But, after Tidus had climbed down off of the crate, Wakka grabbed him.

"What in Yevon's name were you doing up there?" he asked. He seemed stunned. The Aurochs, however, were pleased as punch. Harry was pretty sure that at least two of the Aurochs were Seamus and Dean. He wasn't positive, but he thought Terry Boot, and Ernie Macmillan were there as well. But he wasn't sure about the last one.

"We sure stood out, though!" Datto, the one Harry figured was Seamus exclaimed.

Letty, the one he thought was Dean replied, "We were on the sphere!"

"We were?" the other one, named Keepa asked.

Suddenly, a man ran by yelling, "Maester Mika is here!"

"Already?" a woman asked.

"The number 3 dock!" another man called out.

"What's up now?" Tidus wanted to know.

"Maester Mika has arrived, that's what!" Harry replied, although he wasn't really sure what the big deal was either.

"Mika? Maester?" It was obvious that he still didn't know.

"Maester Mika is the leader of all the people of Spira," Lulu replied, and Harry grinned. 'Trust Hermione to supply us with the answers,' he thought. "He's come all the way from Bevelle. The tournament is being held to honor his fifty years as Maester."

Tidus looked surprised. "Fifty years? Shouldn't he be, uh, retired by now?"

"Hey! Mind your mouth, now," Wakka retorted, still miffed about Tidus' stunt.

Harry knew it was up to him. "Let's all go see him!"

They proceeded to the next dock, passing the strange merchant from the boat, who reminded Harry of the guys at the Quidditch World Cup. He was glad people would be paying more attention to the game than his prices. 'definitely one of the twins,' Harry thought, grinning as they made their way to Dock 3. Unfortunately, it was too crowded to see much.

"Can't see a thing!" Tidus groaned, bouncing up and down.

Wakka grabbed him. "Shhhh!"

The man getting off the ship looked young, and Harry knew it wasn't Mika. But he was unprepared for the sense of wrong that he felt looking at the man.

"That's a Guado, right?" the man from before asked.

The woman nodded. "Who could it be?"

"Isn't that Maester Seymour?" the second guy said, and everyone began to pray.

Maester Mika was walking down the gangplank. Maester Seymour turned and began to pray as well.

"People of Spira, I thank you for your generous welcome," the elderly master said, before looking down at the man kneeling before him. "Rise, Maester Seymour. And all of you as well. I present to you... the son of Maester Jyscal Guado, who departed for the Farplane a fortnight past. As some of you already know, he has been officially ordained a Maester of Yevon."

"I am Seymour Guado. I am honored to receive the title of Maester," the man said, and Harry felt… something he couldn't describe. The man was too oily. "In life, my father Jyscal worked to foster friendship between man and Guado. I vow to carry on his legacy, and to fulfill my duties as Maester to the best of my abilities."

"Hmph," Tidus exclaimed as everyone began praying again. Apparently, he didn't like Maester Seymour either.

"You, too! Bow your head!" Wakka said, smacking him on the back of the head.

Maester Seymour left, and Wakka grinned. "Really psyches you up, ya? All right! Last meeting before the match! Hustle!"

They left for the stadium.

Harry was standing outside the Aurochs' dressing room. And from the conversation he was hearing, he could tell that Tidus was becoming impatient.

"Where's Wakka?"

"At the match-up draws," Datto replied.

Letty sounded grim. "We had to play the Goers in the first match last year,"

The one Harry thought was Boot, Jassu, agreed. "The year before that, and the one before that, too!"

Keepa sounded depressed. "Well, we would've lost to anyone anyway."

The Harry stepped aside to let Wakka through, keeping his ear to the door.

"Cap'n Wakka!" Datto exclaimed.

"We're playin' the Al Bhed Psyches first," Wakka announced, and for some reason, Harry's stomach lurched. The words had stuck a nerve of some kind. "If we win, we're in the finals! That's right, we got seeded! Two wins and we're the champions! First things first. Let's go over the basics again, boys."

While they went over their strategies, Harry heard someone talking, and walked down the hallway for a closer listen. What he heard made him burst into the dressing room.

He hurried over to Tidus. "There you are! Someone said they saw Sir Auron in a cafe!"

"Au-Auron?" Tidus sounded shocked.

"Yes, Sir Auron!" Harry replied, excitedly. "Let's go find him!"

Wakka, always thinking the game is more important, called out, "Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! The game starts like real soon! C-Come back quick, ya?"

"Hey, I'll be back," Tidus replied.

"Yeah, okay," Wakka groaned.

"Hey, Wakka. You're stiff, man," the blonde said, and Wakka began making strange facial expressions.

"No, no, not your face. Just breathe out, relax." Harry watched him instructing Wakka on relaxation techniques. It was hilarious. "Like this. Just breathe, yeah!"

Harry giggled again. He couldn't help it.

Then he left with Kimahri, and Tidus followed him out.

"Maybe now we can find Sir Jecht," Harry said.

"Huh? How?"

Harry smiled patiently. "Sir Auron was also my father's guardian. So, he might know where Sir Jecht is. Let's go now."

As they began walking, he heard the voice. The one which seemed to represent Tidus' inner monologue. "It didn't even occur to me to think that the Auron Yuna was talking about... and the one that I knew from Zanarkand could be two different people. I don't know why, but I knew it was the same guy. I knew it was the same Auron."

Then they passed two of the Al Bhed players in heavy uniforms.

"E meto summoner!" the first one said, looking at Harry. (A lady summoner!)

The second one nodded. "Fa sicd nabund." (We must report.)

Tidus stopped to talk to them, and Harry waited, out of sight. "Hey! Al Bhed Psyches, right? Some Al Bhed saved me the other day, and… This girl Rikku gave me food and… Uh… You don't understand me, do you? Uh, anyway… If you meet Rikku, tell her thanks for me. Oh, and as for the first game? May the best team win!"

Harry thought it was kind of cute watching him babble. But he moved away, heading out onto the streets of Luca. Strangely enough, he seemed to know his way around. So he kept going trusting Kimahri to protect him, until he found himself surrounded by people who wanted to speak to the summoner.

"I'm sorry, please let me through," he said, seeing Tidus behind him. "Hey, let's go," he called.

Everyone was staring, and he felt the old nervousness rise.

"You're really famous," Tidus observed, as they began to walk.

"I hope we don't get separated," Harry said, and indeed they were beginning to.

"Yuna!" Tidus called, and let out a shrill whistle.

"What was that?" Harry could have smacked the girl. Not knowing what a whistle was?

Tidus chuckled. "In Zanarkand, we do this to cheer on blitzball players." Then he did it again. "You try it, too! Put your fingers in your mouth like this."

"Like... this?" Harry asked, feeling silly. He knew how to whistle.

"Uh-uh, not like that. Like this. Then, you just blow." Tidus said.

It was strange. Even though he knew he could, it just wasn't happening. "It's not working."

"Practice!" he stated.

Harry felt himself smiling. "Okay."

"Hey, use that if we get separated. Then, I'll come running, okay?" Tidus said, then shrugged. "Well, guess we should just stick together, then, till you can do it."

"Yes, sir!"

Then, they continued on, until they reached the heart of the town.

"Whoa! This is a pretty big town!" Tidus exclaimed, looking up. There were lots of buildings, bigger than anything they'd seen in Spira til now.

"Luca is the second largest city in Spira," Harry said, realizing yet again that he knew it without knowing that he did.

"I thought every town was little," Tidus said, confused, "you know, like Besaid and Kilika."

Harry looked down sadly. "Towns don't usually get bigger than that. Because when a lot of people start to gather..."

The statement was finished for him. "Sin...? What about Luca? It's safe here?"

"It's not any different, but the stadium is here," Harry replied. "The Crusaders fight to protect it with all their strength."

"They protect the stadium?" the blonde wondered.

"Blitzball's really the only entertainment that we have," Harry added. "Spira's a little short on fun these days."

Apparently that reminded him that he was playing it soon, because he gulped. "Whoa! Talk about pressure!"

Harry giggled again. "That's right!" Then he asked, "Is Zanarkand like this, too?"

"Well, there are more buildings," Tidus replied. "All tall ones and cramped together."

Harry was reminded of London, suddenly homesick. "Oh. They must be so tall! Don't you ever get dizzy?"

Tidus laughed.

"Let's go find Sir Auron!" Harry exclaimed, feeling a bit sad by the conversation. They entered the café where she'd heard Auron was.

Tidus sighed. "Auron's not here."

They began looking around, and Harry caught sight of two more Ronsos, talking to Kimahri,

"Why not talk, Kimahri? Not see Yenke for ten years! Say something! Kimahri forget Yenke? Forget Biran?" the dark furred one asked.

The one with lighter fur growled. "Leave Kimahri, Yenke. Kimahri is small Ronso. Kimahri so small can't see Yenke and Biran's faces."

Yenke wasn't about to be stopped. "Kimahri forget Ronso friends? We taught you much at time of horn-molt! Biran taught Kimahri to be strong Ronso."

"Maybe taught too much," Biran said.

Personally Harry thought they reminded him of Crabbe and Goyle.

Tidus walked over to them. "Take 'em on!" he said to Kimahri.

Yenke laughed, but Kimahri hit him, knocking him down.

"Take it outside!" the bartender called. "The tournament's starting, you hear?"

Biran started attacking Kimahri.

Tidus was obviously upset that he had missed the opening ceremonies. "The game!"

On the screen, Mika was talking to the assembled crowd, as the team captains stood before him. "Today, on this glorious day, players from all over Spira have assembled here... to participate in this great contest of bravery, skill, and strength," he announced. "All of these fine teams, equally renowned, deserve to win the cup today. Such is the nature of this contest. Let us, the spectators, play our role accordingly. Let us sing to the glory of the winners, and applaud equally the valor of the defeated. Contestants, may Yevon be with you."

Then the water began filling the sphere. Harry was so awed, that he didn't notice someone coming up behind him, until they had already grabbed him, and silenced him. He was unable to call out as he was pulled from the café.