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The Turner Family

Summary: Harry reads some family books and finds out that his mother was the descendant of William Turner Captain of the Flying Dutchman. Wanting to know more about his family history he finds a potion that would give him the knowledge of an ancestor but it doesn't work the way he thought it would.

Chapter One

-Prologue-

Harry was sitting in his room looking at a large book his aunt had given to him when he had arrived at the beginning of the summer. To his knowledge Vernon had no idea the book existed or that Petunia even had it. Its contents were shocking to say the least. Harry had read the book five times since he had received it and still he wanted to know more.

The book was the family history, The Turner Family history. His mother had been a Turner before his grandmother had remarried. Petunia wasn't even related to his mom, she was the daughter of Matthew Evans. The blasted headmaster both knew and was putting his life at risk or he didn't know and was positive the wards would hold.

If what he had read on blood wards was true then they were never there in the first place. Even if the there had been a ward based on his blood then they wouldn't hold up against Ol' Moldy now that the idiot had his blood running through his veins. It amazed him that even after a year with his blood Tom hadn't tried to get to him.

Well he didn't really care as long as Tom stayed away Harry didn't feel the need to get dragged into the coming war anymore. Not after the death of Sirius. He figured there just wasn't a point to fighting Tom anymore. Even if he still had the Weasely's, Hermione and Remus everything had changed when his godfather fell behind the veil.

He had lost his passion to fight Tom if he ever had it in the first place.

Thinking like this usually left him feeling depressed and disappointed. So to stop he placed the potions book he had taken to reading the past few days on top of the Family book. The potion he was staring at was a fairly easy potion for someone of Hermione's brewing class so for Harry it would be mildly difficult. But he wasn't going to give up the chance to have the knowledge of the past and what the founder of the Turner line had gone threw. So with a renewed sense of vigor he reread the page for the tenth time before seeing if he had the required ingredients to brew the potion.

After checking on everything he began the hour long process of brewing the potion. The base of the potion was easy enough a few common garden herbs he'd snitched from Petunia and a drop of his blood got the potion started. After ten minutes he brought the herbs to a boil and added the Duskywing wings. As he brewed he thought about who he wanted to know about.

William Turner. The family legends say that he was the captain of the Flying Dutchman. That he had once been a blacksmith that had gotten to close to a pirate and had become obsessed with the pirate ways. Another family myth was he became a pirate because that was what his lady love always dreamed of, 'A pirate to sweep her off her feet.' He didn't know which to believe but if he had to choose he thought it was more then likely that he had fallen in love and had done something incredibly brave and stupid to catch the apple of his eye.

With only two ingredients left to add he looked over at the page again to make sure it was right. Confirming that he had done it right he sat down after turning to heat down so the potion would sizzle and not boil he added the Bile and waited a little more. Picking up the potions book he flipped the pages only to realize one page was thicker then the others. It was the one that had his potion written on it. Why he hadn't noticed before was beyond him getting the knife Sirius had gifted to him he pried the page apart to find a note written to the brewer of the potion.

To the one with the guts to brew this potion:

Before finishing the potion I would suggest firmly mind you, that you pack everything that you hold dear to you as you might not come home. Thanks for understanding.

Blinky.

'Well that was a surprise.' Harry thought as he put the note back and knowing that it wasn't going to hurt him to do as the note said packed up his belongings after all better safe then sorry. He packed everything from his newer school books to his invisibility cloak. And was thanking Moody he had gotten that new trunk. Looking at the time he pressed his thumb to the falcon on his trunk to shrink it and stuck it in his pocket and added the Dried Bloodroot to the potion. Waiting for the potion to cool he took a look around. Home, the note said, he might not come home. But where was home? He didn't know yet but he was going to find out. He filled two vials capped one and put it in his pocket and drank the other.

The effects were immediate everything went numb and he saw a blue light. After a moment he felt hot and he felt water on his face after a moment he opened his eyes only to close them again as the sun assaulted him. It took him a bit to get used to the sun and the sounds of the sea but as he did he realized he wasn't alone. Standing in front of him was a man with long black hair tied back with a red bandera and his eyes outlined with kohl. From the way he was dressed Harry guessed the potion worked just not the way he had assumed. Merlin was he glad to have listened to that note now. A voice brought him back to the present.

"Hey kid, you alright?" Harry nodded and stood up. Blinking he looked at the man in front of him again. The man didn't seem too concerned about him but that didn't matter he just had a few questions for the man and he'd be on his merry.

"Yeah I'm fine. I was just wondering where I was and the date as well." The man smiled at least that was what Harry assumed he did and answered him.

"Well lad, you are about fifty yards from Port Royal in the Caribbean. And it is Friday, August 12th, 1667. There are you satisfied?"

TBC

A/N: I made Changes.

~Grimm.