Hey everyone! This is my first crossover story and I'm not that familiar with Pirates fan fiction so please forgive me if the story is a little staggered at the start! I do hope that you all enjoy reading this. I read another HP/POTC crossover and I was inspired to write this one. This is set after At World's End and after Deathly Hallows. I'm using Hermione as my main character. She's my favourite to write:)
Well anyway, enjoy!
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Full Summary: HP & Pirates of the Caribbean Crossover! Hermione becomes magically transported to a different time and place; to the 17th century and to a place named Port Royal. Will she ever get home or will she be stuck in this time forever? Will her decision be alerted when she befriends a crew of pirates, lead by a very strange man?
The wind blew the seas heavily and all along the road the shop windows were shut for the night. It was an uncommon windy summer night at Port Royal. The moon created a eerie look down onto the dirt floor. The ships on the dock swayed this way and that, creating ghostly shadows of their large and small bodies.
A young girl leaning out of one window. She wore a blue dress and a white apron and bonnet over her brown hair. Her white skin shone in the moonlight and the darkness created a hollow effect around her dark eyes. The cold wind blew at her and she shivered and shut the window with a snap.
"Emily!" cried a sudden voice from down stairs, "If you have the windows open up there again you'll have hell to pay girl!"
Emily spun around at her mistress' cry and quickly ran from the room to shut the window stationed just outside the stairs that she had opened earlier for some fresh air to come in through but from her mistress' tone the young girl already knew the mistress knew the windows were open.
"You silly girl!" cried the mistress stalking up the stairs towards the girl, "How many times must I tell you! Do you want us to freeze in our beds?! You murdering little scum! Oh my nerves cannot handle you!"
The girl she was addressing, Emily, sank back against the window she had just closed as her mistress called out, "Bethany!"
In a matter of moments another girl, wearing the same outfit as Emily, appeared at the mistress' side, "yes madam?"
"Get the master!" cried the mistress in a shrill voice, "tell him I'm sending Emily for a beating, and make sure you tell him to make it a good one at that!"
"Yes Mrs." Bethany gave a quick curtsey before hurrying down the hallway.
"You will pay girl!" cried the mistress, "Oh will you pay! Trying to murder us in our beds by your little tricks! I will have none of that in his house!"
Emily sank further away from her mistress shrinking in fear at the punishment she was now to receive.
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"Hermione what is your problem?" said Ron, "It's not like we're getting married or anything! Why do I have to wear this thing?"
"Stop complaining Ron," snapped Hermione, "do you want to go wearing a shirt and jeans?! Not by me you won't!"
"Ugh!" said Ron, standing in front of the body length mirror, "I hate wearing this thing. I look stupid!"
He pulled at his dress robes and continued, "And besides, I asked Harry and he said I was allowed to come naked for all he cared, although he hoped I wouldn't. I take that as being allowed to wear anything!"
Hermione rolled her eyes as she moved around to the front of room and fixed his lopsided collar, "I'm sure you could wear dress robes for one night for your best friend and sister's engagement party. It wouldn't kill you; you've done more dangerous things then this for Harry, I'm sure dress robes won't be a problem. And I promised Ginny to have you looking smart tonight!"
Ron muttered something unintelligent under his breath and she caught the words "women" and "parties."
"Don't you go ruining this tonight!" said Hermione suddenly stern, "Don't start openly complaining!"
"Please Hermione," said Ron blew a breath from his mouth, "you sound like my mother!"
"Good!" said Hermione smugly, "then maybe you'll listen to me!"
She stood next to him and they examined each other in the mirror standing side by side. Hermione wore a floral lilac strapless dress that frilled out at the bottom, she wore black high heels and a black flower pinned into her straight (thanks to the potion Mrs. Weasley had given to her) brown hair. Her face was made up simply but attractively.
"You look beautiful," said Ron quietly, watching her in the mirror. Hermione meet his eyes in the mirror and smiled lightly.
"Thank-you," she responded softly, "you don't look so bad yourself."
She leaned over and kissed his cheek affectionately. She was right. Ron did look smart tonight, no matter how much he despised his clothing. He wore black dress robes (which were much more appealing then the ones Hermione had seen him wear back in their fourth year, especially with no lace) and his red hair was gelled back elegantly. He also wore a lilac fake rose in his breast pocket to match Hermione's dress.
Together they looked a stunning couple.
"Do you think it was rather early for Harry to marry Ginny?" asked Ron unexpectedly, "I mean, I know they have feelings for each other-"
"Extremely strong feelings," corrected Hermione
"Alright," said Ron sighing, "Extremely strong feelings then. But isn't it a bit soon to be getting married? I mean she's not even seventeen yet!"
"Ron, when you're in love age does not matter!" she beamed at him as she turned to face him, her dress swirling gracefully around her.
"Are you in love?" Ron grinned sheepishly at her. She continued to beam at him and stood on her tip toes to wrap her arms around his neck and she whispered softly, "I guess I am."
"Good," said Ron looking extremely pleased, "because out of the two of us I'd hate to be the odd one out!"
Hermione giggled and kissed him softly on the lips, "Come on. Let's go or we'll be late!"
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Hermione detached herself from Ginny's chatter, saying she had to visit the bathroom. Ginny had offered to come with her but Hermione declined saying Ginny was the star of the party, she shouldn't waste it on spend the time in the girls' loo with her!
The Weasleys had decided for the engagement party that it was best to have it in a proper reception, rather then the Weasley's backyard like Fluer and Bill's wedding because there were three times as many people here then at the wedding and the Weasleys' backyard could not hold that many people.
Harry had insisted he would gladly have in the Weasleys' backyard because it was more at home but Ginny had said it was best not to have their guests sitting on top of each other. Hermione believed that was only partly the reason and she was sure that Ginny and Mrs. Weasley had a brilliant time organizing the food and decorations for the place.
As Hermione made her way to the ladies' lavatories she greeted the familiar faces from Hogwarts; Dean Thomas, Lavender Brown, the Parvati Twins, Seamus Finnigan (who was now rather comically drunk), Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood and her father and many others.
She smiled at the memories they brought with them. She felt free and good. No more evil to weigh any of them down. No more Voldemort…they were free of that evil.
As she entered the ladies' room she met Hannah Abbot in there and they talked for a few moments before Hannah said she best be getting back. Hermione closed the toilet door and leaned against the cubicle door. She smiled at herself; life had never been better.
As she exited the cubicle the bathroom was deserted. She walked to the sink and looked into her reflection. She had to admit; she did look rather pretty tonight. Maybe she should ask Mrs. Weasley if she had a potion they allowed her hair to stay straight and shinny like this always…
She lowered her eyes and washed her hands. As she finished dying them she gave herself one final look in the mirror.
What she saw shocked her to oblivion!
Staring back at her was not her own face! It was not herself at all! The face staring back at her was of a young girl, younger then herself (perhaps thirteen or fourteen) and was bruised and cut in places. Her brown hair was under a white bonnet and she wore a white apron over a blue dress.
Before Hermione could even get over her shock she felt a strange pulling notion of her body. She was moving towards the mirror, a suction was pulling towards this girl in the mirror. The mirror began to glow and before Hermione could scream for help or pull out her wand she was sucked into the mirror and disappeared.
But little to Hermione's knowledge an exchanged had been done. Something had come out of the mirror in her place; something that should not be there. Another appeared in her place; a young bruised girl wearing a white bonnet and apron upon a blue dress.
So how was that?! I do hope it was good! Please, please review! I live off the encouragement I receive!