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.

Had to cut this chapter in half as well. Draco, and Harry's viewpoints here… they're getting more comfortable with each other.

Dreaming

Chapter 17-A: He Wants You to What?

As they walked to their next destination, Guadosalam, Draco watched as Rikku began making friends with Wakka. She showed him how she could take two random objects and Mix them to form new ones.

He was very impressed.

When they entered Guadosalam, an elderly Guado approached them. "We have been expecting you, Lady Yuna. Welcome to Guadosalam. This way, my lady. This way."

The man tried to take Yuna's hand to lead her away, but Wakka blocked him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"Oh, I beg your pardon, I am called Tromell Guado," he said. "I am in the direct service of our leader, the great Seymour Guado. Lord Seymour has very important business with Lady Yuna."

"Business with me?" Yuna asked. "Whatever could it be, I wonder?"

Tromell smiled at her. It was very unnerving. "Please, come inside the manor. All will be explained. Of course, your friends are also welcome."

Everyone moved forward, and Rikku groaned. "Twist our arms, why don't ya?" Then she looked at Draco. "Ah, almost forgot!"

She grinned, and began to explain to him that she could also use items to customize their weapons, making them stronger against certain fiends. "What would you do without me?"

Draco spotted an in, and they walked in, nit wanting to go right to Seymour. Shelinda was sitting on a chair, just inside the door.

"Oh, how fare you, Sir Guardian?" she asked him. "It seems that Maester Seymour has returned to Guadosalam."

Draco chuckled slightly. 'I already knew that,' he thought.

But she must have misinterpreted his laugh, because she said, "He's young, but he deserves our respect. The maester is also the high priest of Macalania temple. So he administers both the temple and Guado affairs. I hope to get an audience with Maester Seymour, myself."

'You can have ours,' Draco thought, sarcastically. He was beginning to get the feeling that Yuna's meeting with the Guado would not have a pleasant outcome.

He heard a rustling noise behind him, and turned to see Maechen standing there. 'Damn, not the geezer again.'

"Care to hear about the Farplane, or the pyreflies?" he asked.

"Tell me about the pyreflies," Draco said, remembering how beautiful the Moonflow had looked because of them.

"The man cleared his throat, and launched into his tale. "They may be called 'pyreflies', but they aren't really 'flies', you see. They're those lights you see whenever a fiend dies. The little fellows are responsible for a few fantastic phenomena. Visions of the past, spheres, fiends-these are all the pyreflies' doing. In fact... pyreflies have something to do with aeons, too. The dreams of the Fayth reach through the spirit of the summoner... And that which is unreal becomes real for all to see! Or maybe not. Who knows? And that, as they say, is that."

'Interesting,' Draco thought. 'So the summoner somehow calls these pyreflies, and they bring the aeons to life... I wonder if what the deal is with ghosts here? Wait, they call them Unsent. I forgot.' Then he looked at the man. "Tell me about the Farplane."

"Ahem. The Farplane's the place where pyreflies born from a sending gather. They appear in the shape of people who've died and gone to the Farplane. Quite the phenomenon! How I wish I understood it more fully! The Al Bhed have a theory, you know. They say the pyreflies are just reacting to visitors' thoughts and dreams. But only the dead appear on the Farplane. No image of the living has ever been seen. It's a great mystery! But maybe... Maybe the dead leave a bit of themselves in the heart of the living. And that little bit borrows the pyreflies power for their paranormal performances! Or maybe not. Who knows? And that, as they say, is that."

Draco was beginning to get annoyed with the man. His stories were interesting, but he was starting to repeat himself. He'd heard that ending four times now. Would it ever stop?

Finally, though, they headed for Seymour's residence.

Inside, there was a double staircase leading to the upper floor. The walls were covered with paintings of Guado, presumably Seymour's ancestors.

Wakka was standing on one side, and Lulu was on the other. Draco looked at Wakka, who didn't look pleased. "I don't like the smell of this one, eh?" he said.

Draco moved to stand beside Lulu, who was looking at one of the portraits. "They are the past leaders of the Guado," she replied.

"They all look the same!" Draco exclaimed. They all had the same pale features, and thick beards.

"Maester Seymour doesn't look like them, though," Wakka said, coming to stand beside them.

Lulu turned and looked sharply at him. "Don't you know?" she asked. "The last leader, Maester Jyscal wed a human woman. She was Seymour's mother."

Draco stared at the picture of Seymour. It felt weird seeing all of them so still. He'd never seen a portrait, which didn't move.

He headed down the stairs, and heard Rikku ask, "I wonder what smells so nice?"

Kimahri had his arms crossed, and glared at the door. "Kimahri not like Maester Seymour," he stated, and Draco privately agreed with him.

"Ah! Shhh!" Yuna hissed, aghast. He looked over at her, and she gave him a weak smile. "Why does he want to see me?" she wondered aloud.

Draco shook his head, and looked at Auron. "Stay close to Yuna," Auron said, and Draco nodded.

But as he started towards her, the door opened, and Tromell stepped out.

"This way, please," he said, motioning for them to enter the banquet hall. "I will go inform Lord Seymour. Please wait here."

Draco began wandering around the room. He started to ask Lulu why Yuna was even here. It didn't seem like the Guado city held much in the way of interest for a summoner.

But, before he could open his mouth, Lulu smiled at him. "There's no temple here in Guadosalam, see? Summoners usually just pass through on their way elsewhere.

Draco couldn't help it. He burst out laughing.

"What?" she asked.

"I didn't even ask a question and you're explaining things," he replied, grinning.

She stared at him. "You'd rather I say nothing, then?"

He shook his head. "No, no! Maybe you finally believe I don't know anything about Spira," he stated. "And maybe that means you believe me about Zanarkand, too?"

"Well... There are many things I do not know," she said, quietly, and he was astonished at the words.

'Not only does Granger not know, she's admitting it!'

She continued. "Your Zanarkand is one of those things. I suppose I can't say what I think either way. Still, be careful. You shouldn't tell other people."

"Yeah, I know."

She gestured towards the table where Rikku was sitting. "Why don't you eat something?"

But Draco noticed that he really didn't feel hungry. He hadn't, in fact, since Besaid. 'I wonder why? Maybe my body is finally realizing that it's all a dream."

He turned and saw Auron watching him. "Stay on your guard," Auron said.

"Why? This guy's just a priest, right?" Draco asked, confused.

Auron reminded him of what Wakka had said on the shoopuf. "Those with power use that power. Maesters have power."

Draco just stared at him. "Wait... You sure you don't have something against Yevon?" he asked.

"I lived a long time in Zanarkand," was the reply.

He moved over to Kimahri, but the Ronso shook his head. "Kimahri speak no more."

Then he sat down beside Rikku, who was stuffing her face. "Mmmm! This is good!" she exclaimed. "Guado sure know how to eat!" Then she glanced around the room. "Gee, I wonder what all this is for? It's exciting!"

Wakka apparently didn't feel the same way though. "I get the feeling he called us up here for more than just dinner," he stated, then shook his head. "Nothing 'gainst the maester, but I hope we get this over with quick."

Yuna was standing beside one of the tables talking to herself. "What could it be?"

Draco stared up at the walls. He knew something was wrong. Maybe it had to do with the fact that Seymour reminded him of Voldemort.

Then Tromell entered the room again. "Truly, it is good to have guests again. Since Lord Jyscal passed away, these halls have been too quiet," he said, smiling.

"The death of Lord Jyscal was a great loss for all of Spira," Yuna replied, diplomatically.

Draco whispered to Wakka. "Was this Maester Jyscal really such a great guy?"

"He brought the teachings of Yevon to the Guado," Wakka said. "He was truly a great man."

"Truly, a loss for us all," Tromell said, responding to Yuna's statement. "But now a new leader, Lord Seymour, has come before us. Lord Seymour is the child of a Guado and a human. He will be the tie that binds our two races together. But that is not all, I think. Lord Seymour... He will surely become the shining star that lights the way for all the peoples of Spira."

Seymour appeared in the doorway, and Draco had the nagging suspicion that he had orchestrated his servant's speech.

"That is enough, Tromell. Must I always endure such praise?" he asked, then turned to the group. "Welcome!"

"You... wanted to see me?" Yuna asked. 'She gets so damn flustered when he's around,' Draco thought. 'It's like when Potter used to follow that Ravenclaw around.'

"Please, make yourselves at home," Seymour stated, smoothly. "There's no rush."

"Please, keep this short. Yuna must rush," Auron snapped, Snape-like.

Seymour glared at him for a second, before turning on the charm again. "Pardon me. It has been a long time since I had guests. Lady Yuna, this way."

They walked into a side room, and Draco couldn't help but stare. It was pitch black... but as they stood there, it was like watching the ceiling in the Great Hall. It began with a blanket of stars, and then moved on to what looked like the birth of a universe. Then it moved inward, towards a planet.

"This sphere is a reconstruction created from the thoughts of the dead that wander the Farplane," Seymour said, as the focus tightened further. It centered on a city, full of people.

Draco gasped. "Zanarkand!"

"Correct, Zanarkand... as it looked one thousand years ago," Seymour replied. "The great and wondrous machina city, Zanarkand. She once lived in this metropolis."

"She, who?" Yuna asked, looking up at him.

Then, they were in a bedroom. A very beautiful woman appeared, in next to nothing. She had long, silvery hair. Yuna stared at her in amazement. "Lady Yunalesca!"

Seymour nodded. "She was the first person to defeat Sin and save the world from its ravages. And you have inherited her name."

Yuna looked down, shyly. "It was my father who named me."

"Lord Braska was entrusting you with a great task. He wanted you to face Sin, as Lady Yunalesca did," Seymour stated.

'I'll bet," Draco thought. "Sure. Her father wanted her to fight mine in a battle to the death."

"However, Lady Yunalesca did not save the world alone. To defeat the undefeatable Sin... it took an unbreakable bond of love-of the kind that binds two hearts for eternity," Seymour continued, as an image of a man appeared and he embraced Yunalesca.

There was a flash, and Draco watched Seymour lean in, and whisper something to Yuna. She put a hand to her mouth in shock, and Draco got that feeling of wrongness again.

They left the room, and Yuna hurried over to the table, grabbing a glass of water, and draining it.

Draco, Rikku and Wakka moved in close to her.

"Wow! Your face is beet red!" Rikku giggled.

"You okay?" Draco asked.

Yuna looked stunned. "He... he asked me to marry him!"

Draco had no idea what to say. He wanted to tear the man apart. "You serious?" he asked. Then he turned to Seymour. "Hey..." he began.

But Auron got there first. "You know what Yuna must do," he said, accusingly.

"Of course. Lady Yuna-no, all summoners-are charged with bringing peace to Spira," Seymour replied. "But this means more than just defeating Sin. She must ease the suffering of all Spira. She must be a leader for the people. I proposed to Lady Yuna as a Maester of Yevon."

Auron was angry. "Spira is no playhouse. A moment's diversion may amuse an audience, but it changes nothing," he said, his voice harsh.

'Finally, the man shows he has emotions!' Draco grinned as he watched Auron face down Seymour.

"Even so, the actors must play their parts," Seymour said calmly. Then he turned to Yuna. "There's no need to answer right away. Please, think it over."

"We will do so, then," Auron replied for her. "We leave."

"Lady Yuna. I await your favorable reply." As they started to leave, Seymour looked at Auron again. "Why are you still here, sir?" he asked.

Auron looked at him, puzzled.

"I beg your pardon," he said. "We Guado are keen to the scent of the Farplane."

Tidus sniffed at Auron, but Auron shoved him away.

They were all waiting outside when he walked out. Yuna was sitting on a bench, surrounded by the others.

"Yuna, the high summoner's daughter, Seymour, the leader of the Guado," Lulu was saying. "Married in the name of Yevon, overcoming the barriers of race. It would give Spira something cheery to talk about, for a change."

Wakka stared at her. "Sounds just like a passin' daydream, like Auron says."

"Come on, let's just get on with the pilgrimage!" Draco exclaimed. "I mean, marriage?"

"Hmmm. Jealous?" Rikku asked slyly.

'Of course!' Draco thought, then mentally shook himself. "What? No way! We gotta defeat Sin. Romance can wait!" he said aloud.

"He sure picked a fine time to lay this one on us," Wakka said.

Yuna said quietly, "Maybe it is a fine time."

Draco stared at her. "You serious?" he asked.

"If my getting married would help Spira... if it would make people happy... If I could do that for people... maybe I should do what I can," she replied. "I never imagined doing anything like this. But, I won't answer till I know what's right.

"Seriously?"

Rikku looked at her. "You could always just quit your pilgrimage and get married."

"I will... go on," Yuna stated. "I'm sure Lord Seymour will understand.

"Umm, I guess so..." Rikku didn't look very happy with the answer.

"I am a summoner!" Yuna stated. "I must fight and defeat Sin."

"Like Braska before you," Auron replied.

Draco was getting upset. 'They're all acting like she has no say in the matter. They treat it like it's all up to her. There are other summoners out there. We've met them."

The voice however had a definite opinion. "I had to stop myself from shouting: What's there to think about?"

Yuna stood. "I'm going to the Farplane. I'm going to see my father and think on this," she stated.

"Go on," Lulu said, "we'll be right behind you."

The voice spoke again. "I wondered why none of the others ever asked Yuna. Do you love Seymour? Do you even like him?"

They walked the path to the Farplane, and Draco suddenly began to feel uneasy. At the bottom of the stairway, he stopped. "Question! About this Farplane... When somebody dies, a summoner sends them to the Farplane, right?" he asked, thinking about the ghosts of Hogwarts. "So their souls, or whatever they are, they go to the Farplane, right? But that's the Farplane we're going to, right? And Yuna's old man's there, too? Do, dead people live there or something?"

"You're thinking those funny thoughts again, ya?" Wakka asked him, grinning. "You'll see once we get there."

Draco started up the stairs. Halfway up, he turned, and noticed Auron sitting on the side, looking up at him. "Aren't you coming?" he asked.

Auron hesitated a moment. "I do not belong there," he said finally.

Draco stared at him. "You're scared!"

Auron sounded sad somehow. "Searching the past to find the future... This is all that is there. I need it not..." Then he looked up. "You'd better be going."

"You're not really going to see the dead, more like your memories of them," Rikku said, bouncing up the stairs. "People think of their relatives, and the pyreflies react to them. They take on the form of the dead person-an illusion, nothing else."

"Hmm..." Draco wondered if that was really all. After all, Maechen had said that only the dead appeared there.

She grinned at him. "Well, have fun!"

"What, you're not going either, Rikku?" he asked, confused.

"I keep my memories inside:" she replied.

"Huh?"

"Memories are nice," she said, looking up at him, "but that's all they are."

Rikku sat down on the wall opposite Auron, with an apple in her hand that she'd taken from Seymour's.

Draco continued up the stairs, and paused when he came to a strange barrier. It was clear, but he could only see his reflection. He poked a hand through. It felt strange, but he figured if the others could do it, so could he. Then he stepped through into the Farplane.

"What the...?"