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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?Rated: Fiction T - English - Fantasy/Humor - Draco M. & Harry P. - Chapters: 22 - Words: 59,989 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 06-27-05 - Published: 01-09-05 - id: 2213296
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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.
Foreword by Albus Dumbledore:
I have been called many things. Such as an interfering old coot, mad, and even… a few times… omnipotent. But to tell the truth, the only thing I am is an old man who knows that the worst is coming.
I have been headmaster of Hogwarts for almost thirty-five years, and I still wonder sometimes if things would be better off with someone else in charge. But I am the only one who can see the truth. The darkness is coming, and they are not ready.
I see what I must do… I must call upon a spell so powerful that it draws upon the very founders of the school themselves. It is the only way I see.
It will put everyone within its call to dreaming. The dreams will last three nights. They are unknown, but I know that they will use aspects of the dreamers to mold themselves. Therefore the appropriate actors will be chosen by the spell.
I only hope that when everyone awakens, they will forgive me for going to such drastic measures.
Draco Malfoy stared around at the group of people he was sitting with. He had never seen them before, of that he was certain. He was on a hillside, with six others, and they appeared to be friendly. At least, they didn't seem to set his inner alarms off.
He wasn't even sure how he had gotten here… wherever this place was. The last thing he could remember was lying down on his own bed in the Slytherin Dormitory, and trying to fall asleep.
'That must be it,' he thought to himself. 'I'm dreaming.' And with that thought, he turned his head to study the people surrounding him.
The first was female. 'She's pretty enough,' he thought. Short brown hair, mismatched eyes, and a very strange dress-like garment. 'If you like that sort of thing.' Which he really didn't. He had long since admitted to himself that he preferred males. Not that it was common knowledge. His father would probably skin him alive… literally.
The next person, looked… Gods forbid… like Ron Weasley. Ok, he didn't actually look like him, but he had the same red hair, and cocky attitude. He was more muscular though, and dressed in some kind of uniform. Bright yellow… yuck.
Where to begin with the girl sitting beside the Weasley wannabe? This one seemed to exude sex appeal. The redhead seemed to be trying to look down the front of her dress every chance he got. It was a long black number, very low-cut, with belts crisscrossing from her waist to her feet.
Next a toughie. Outwardly she resembled a perky, optimistic Gryffindor. Her clothing was bright, and compared to almost everyone else, almost non-existent. And her eyes… green with a spiraling design in them. 'Almost like Potter's,' he thought, slightly wistful.
The guy beside her kind of reminded him of Snape. He had the black hair, but he was in a scarlet coat, which seemed to reach to his ankles… and a pair of sunglasses.
And lastly, a truly terrifying beast which reminded him of no one or nothing from his world. It was completely new and different.
Draco stood up. Strange because it was like the Imperius Curse. It was as though someone was forcing him to participate, when really all he wanted was to go home.
He attempted to sneer at them, but his mouth wouldn't move. This… whatever it was wasn't going to let him go anytime soon. And then, he gasped as his traitorous body put what appeared to be a comforting hand on the first girl's shoulder. Comforting!? What was happening to him?
He turned and walked up the hill, against his will. At the top, he paused and looked out over the ruined city he saw before him. He heard his voice, and caught sight of the others staring at him, because he wasn't actually speaking. It was like they were hearing his thoughts. Strange magic to be sure.
"Listen to my story. This may be our last chance."
Then everything went dark. And the next thing he saw was a huge crowd of people… cheering for him. Well, he wasn't going to pass that up. He ignored the strange hooded child in the back. He reminded Draco of home, and his father.
The girls were all clamoring for his autograph. And of course, he had to oblige, even if he didn't understand the significance of the ball the one handed to him.
He tried to sign his own name, but even that came out wrong. It turned into the word Tidus.
Then, her friend wished him good luck.
"Nothing to worry about!" He heard himself reply. And he signed yet another ball.
Then he heard himself saying, " Oh, if I score a goal… I'll do this," and holding up three fingers on both hands. "Then he added, "That will mean it was for you, okay?" 'Gods above, this guy is shameless,' Draco thought
These fans were giggling like Parkinson on the make.
"What seat?" He heard himself ask, and barely listened to the response.
Then he got three more requests for autographs from some kids who were standing in his way. But as he turned to leave, saying, "Well, gotta go! Cheer for me!" the kids blocked him again.
Then they all yelled, "Teach us how to blitz!"
He had no idea what they were talking about, but the body responded before he could even think up something. "Hey, I got a game to play."
"Then teach us after!" one of the kids said.
"Maybe tonight… um,,, well…" 'Very articulate,' Draco thought, sarcastically, and watched as the hooded child stepped forward.
"You can't tonight," he stated, his voice a whisper, seemingly meant forDraco's/Tidus' ears only.
"I mean… tomorrow." Yeah, like it had been his intention all along. 'This guy is almost worthy of me.' He promised the kids, and then Draco was once more moving without any of his own power.
He ran down a street, flanked by very tall buildings. One of which had a picture of a strange man on it. But as he watched, it flickered. Into Lucius. The surge of hatred he felt wasn't all his own, but it was definitely there.
In the background, he could hear a voice, as though someone was using Sonorous at a Quidditch game.
"I was in the coffee shop, running away from home when I heard the news. Our hero, Jecht, gone. Vanished into thin air! My dad must have been his biggest fan. I knew how sad he'd be. Heck, we all were that day. 'Zanar', I say to myself, 'What are you thinking?' I went running straight back home. We sat up talking 'bout Jecht all night. My dad and I never talked so much. Whoa... Didn't mean to reminisce, folks. Anyway... Ten years later, the Jecht Memorial Cup tournament is today! The two teams that have won through to the finals are... of course, the Abes from A-East, and the Duggles from C-South. I know there's a lot of people out there today to see the star of the Abes! In just one year, he's become the team's number one player! He's Jecht's blood, and the new hope of blitzball! What kind of super play will he show us today? Will we see father's legendary shot? I don't think I'm the only one excited here, folks!"
Draco found myself in front of what appeared to be a huge stadium. He had to force his way through the crowds of fans. And when he entered the arena, he was awestruck. But he barely had time to glance around before his body was taken over again.
He awoke this time in a room, which was rapidly filling up with water. The body didn't seem afraid, though, so he tried to relax and just ride the situation out.
The dome opened and the Blitzball tournament began. He let the body go, because it seemed to know what it was doing. It was a natural at this. Draco was enjoying the game, whatever it was. He loved hearing the crowd cheer, because he instinctively knew that they were mostly cheering for this Tidus.
Then he leapt out of the water to kick the ball, and saw a huge shimmering globe hovering above the city. It began shooting beams of water out, and demolished half the city in an instant. He felt the boy's shock at seeing his home destroyed, and knew that he would feel the same way if it had really been happening to him. It was as though he was truly sympathizing with this boy.
Draco found himself outside, and saw the Snape look-alike standing at the entrance to the arena.
"Auron!" the boy shouted, and headed for him. "What are you doing here?"
Auron replied, "I was waiting for you."
"What are you talking about?" Tidus/Draco asked, and followed him back down the street through the city. He couldn't see Auron, however. Then, the scene around him froze, and the child from earlier appeared.
He stared at Draco for a moment, then said, "It begins. Don't cry."
Draco was insulted. Malfoy's don't cry. Then he wondered if the boy whose body he was borrowing did. "What the...?"
Then, he finally caught sight of Auron.
"Hey! Wait! Hey, not this way!"
"Look!" Auron stated, and Draco found himself watching the shimmering globe again. It seemed awful and yet somehow beautiful as well, and it called to him.
"We called it "Sin."
"Sin?" Draco heard himself ask. It didn't seem like a very appropriate name.
A monstrous thing appeared and Draco jumped at the creatures, which were appearing from it. Auron held out a strange looking sword.
"Take it," he said. "A gift from Jecht."
"My old man?" Now Draco knew that the man on the billboard was indeed the father of this Tidus. He saw the face again in their mind, and felt the hatred once more.
"I hope you know how to use it," Auron stated, and they began to battle. Luckily, Lucius made Draco practice swordplay as part of his aristocratic upbringing, because he had control of the body during the fighting.
They fought many battles, before they found themselves in front of the billboard again. Draco looked at it again, and felt that hatred as he heard himself say, "What are you laughing at, old man?" Then he turned. "Auron! Let's get out of here!"
Auron ignored him, as he looked out at the seemingly endless supply of monsters that surrounded them. "We're expected."
After a few minutes of fighting, Auron sighed. "Hmph. This could be bad." But then he saw some kind of machine. "That-knock it down!"
"Trust me," Auron replied. "You'll see."
After it blew up, Draco jumped aside to avoid the building falling, and then he ran along the now broken road, jumping at the last second, and catching the edge of it.
"Auron! Auron!" Draco shouted, trying to convince the dark-haired man to pull him up instead of leaving him dangling above the empty air.
Then Sin began sucking up the road with Auron and Tidus on it.
Auron looked up at Sin, and began talking to it. "You are sure?"
Auron then pulled Draco up by his shirt.
"This is it. This is your story," he stated, as the air around them began to melt towards Sin. "It all begins here."
The two were then pulled in.
Jecht's voice assaulted Draco as he floated in the mist, which began to take the form of the city he had just seen destroyed. "Hey! Hey!"
"My... old man?" Draco heard, and recognized the words as belonging to Tidus. Then he floated down towards a building, which had a young boy on top. The child was obviously a younger Tidus. And behind him was a gigantic flaming letter J.
"I thought about a lot of things... like where I was, what I'd got myself into. I started to feel light-headed... and then, sleepy." Draco closed his eyes as the narrating voice began to speak. It really did seem as though he was more in tune with this voice than he should be. It would be all too easy to let himself be lost in this world. "I think I had a dream. A dream of being alone. I wanted someone-anyone, beside me... so I didn't have to feel alone anymore." All too easy.