Dear Readers, Please note that I own neither Pirates OR Harry Potter, and that the spelling in this is based upon how the characters pronounce it. I thank you for taking your time to read this. :-D
6th year
Hermione read the letter over and over again, hope dwindling each time she looked at the cruel words.
Ms. Granger,
We are sorry to inform you that yesterday, at approximately 5:15 in the afternoon, your parents were killed in a drive-by shooting in a muggle area outside of Surrey. We offer you our help and condolences, and, since you are of age, financial support until the time that you graduate and find a career.
I'm dreadfully sorry.
Marissa Coldrem
Family Displacement Offices
She finally got sick of seeing the morbid lettering that had delivered the news of the sad demise of her only relatives. She picked up her wand and quickly set fire to the slip of paper. Harry was looking at her with a questioning look spread across his face.
"They're dead, Harry." She said quietly. "My parents are dead."
"I'm sorry, Hermione. I know how you feel." He said. Suddenly, an irrational anger welled up inside her.
"you do NOT know how I feel!" She yelled.
"Yes, I do. My parents are dead too, Hermione!" He thought she was being awfully insensitive and rude.
"Well at least you didn't know them, Harry! You didn't bond with them for 17 years!" She yelled. She forgot completely that they were in the great hall.
"I didn't get a chance to, Hermione!" He yelled back.
"You're so selfish! You make EVERYTHING about you!"
"I do not!" But he did. When Crookshanks was killed by the whomping willow, he talked about how much he missed Sirius. When Hermione got prefect, he complained that he didn't get the position now that Voldemort was gone. Hermione huffed angrily before stalking out of the Great Hall, with nothing but hatred and sorrow flooding her mind.
She ran up flights of stairs storming to the Griffindor common room, and ran straight into Draco Malfoy.
"Hey muddy, how's it going?" He sneered. Hermione reached for her wand, only to find it missing. She looked up to find it being twirled between his fingers.
"Give me my wand." She said impatiently. A smirk quickly spread across Draco's face.
"No, I don't think I will." A cheshire grin replaced the smirk. He aimed Hermione's slender wand at it's owner and started muttering an incantation. Hermione started to panic, and lunged towards him. He waved her wand twice.
Then there was only white. Then only black. Then a dizzying spiral, much like portkeying, but instead of being grabbed behind the navel, it felt like something had wrapped aroung her head, picked her up, and squeezed. And then she landed with a thump on what sounded like wood, and passed out.
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"Mr. Pintel."
"Aye, Captain?"
"Did I not tell you to swab this infernally grimy deck until I could see my reflection?"
"Yes, Captain. Sorry, sir." Pintel was looking down, and Ragetti beside him looked sorry for him.
"You are lucky this isn't a flogging ship, Mr. Pintel." A smile spread across his face. "but, before you mosey on down to the galley, I expect that you will have lifted every speck of grime off of the deck of my beautiful, barnacle ridden ship. Savvy?"
"Yessir."
"Ragetti? If you would be so kind as to help him." Jack swaggered away from them, making his way to his quarters.
"Good man, our Captain Jack."
"Aye, good man." Pintel responded. "Much better than Barbossa." He started swabbing the deck.
"Barbossa is dead, is he? All of my hard work waysted." A female voice rose from the waves. Pintel and Ragetti ran to the side of the ship. The beautiful Tia Dalma rose from the waves. The two men both dropped to their knees.
"Calypso." They muttered.
"Stand up. We all be friends heah." They stood up hastily. "I have come to tell you two, dat dere 'as been a disturbance. Someone will join ya crew, seeming to have fell from de 'eavans. She will bringe success toa you alle. You must find Elizabet agien. She 'ad been attacked on 'er little islande, so she wient ta sea. She be in a dinghy, somewhere in Africa." With a quick gesture of her hand, all damages to the ship were repaired. The deck swabbed, the sails trimmed, the holes and brig patched, and the water drained from the hold. And, to Jack's drunken delight, every rum bottle filled to the brim. He burst out of his cabin, singing praises to the goddess who stood on his deck, though he had not quite noticed her yet.
"Why, it witty Jack, come to praise." She said in her beautiful voice and thick accent.
"Tia…I mean, Calypso. I suppose you're the reason for the shininess of my deck." He exclaimed happily. "To what do I owe the pleasure of all this rum?"
"Ya goin' on a voyage that requires good spirits, two women will join ya crew. One you have sialed wit befoar, and one, who comes from a place unreachable, except by reachin' da fountain. You must also bring William Turna's 'art. Ciannot 'ave de East India Trading Company looking for it." And Jack."
"Yes?" he said, looking up after looking around his ship.
"Fallow yer 'art. Nay matta wat dem say. Aye?"
"Pirate."
"Aye, ye always were a clevah one, Jack Sparra. Good Luck to ya." And she left. And as soon as she did, there was a crashing sound and the dull thump of a body connecting with wood, along with a few nasty cracking sounds. Pintel and Ragetti winced, and Jack grimaced. They turned to see a young girl who seemed to have fallen from the sky, crashed through a barrel, landed on the deck; broke a few bones, and then passed out from shock or pain.
"Oi!" Jack ran over to her (In that strange run of his.) He set down his rum bottle and quickly checked the girl's vitals. He picked her up and swaggered to his cabin, kicking the door open none too gently, and dropped her in his bed. He went back on deck to fetch his rum. "Pintel and Ragetti!" He barked. "I want hot water in and a clean shirt in my room tout de suite. Oh, and an extra bottle of rum."
"Aye captain!" they cried before rushing to do what he ordered. Jack took a deep draught from the bottle clutched in his hand, before making his way back to his cabin.
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Hermione groaned loudly, causing Jack to start, and spin around to look at her. It had been three days since the girl had landed on the deck, and they were already half way to Africa.
He had studied the girl closely. She was nothing special. Normal sized chest, normal lips and nose, untameable hair (that would look incredible in dreadlocks) and a willowy figure. Plain. Not bad, just, simple. Nothing that would draw his eye. Until her eyes opened. Her eyes were spectacular. Like honey with crushed mint. Brown flecked with green.
"Who are you?" she yelped when she saw him, jumping, before letting out a hiss of pain.
"I would be terribly unwise to move just yet, dearie." He slurred. "I am Captain Jack Sparrow, and you are aboard the Black Pearl. And judging by the rather nasty fall you had, I would bet you have a couple of broken bones, luv. I haven't been able to do anything, seeing as you were unconscious, and you might be like Lizzie and accuse me of 'compromising your honour'."
"Oh."
"What's your name, girl?"
"Hermione Granger." She replied, wincing as she pulled herself into a sitting position.
Jack nodded. "And, how old are you?"
"Sixteen. Seventeen in September." She replied. Jack nodded again.
"Alright, Miss Granger. Would you mind telling me where you are feeling discomfort, so that I can patch you up?"
"Well, first of all, I think there is something in my back, but I can't get to it, because my shoulder on my right arm hurts, and so does my elbow on my left, and there is a lot of pain in my legs."
"Captain!" Mr. Gibbs came crashing through the door.
"Yes, Mr. Gibbs?" Jack sighed.
"Miss Elizabeth! We've found her, and her babe! She has the chest with her." He told him, excitement reflecting through his eyes.
"Well then, bring her in. Might as well asses all damages at the same time." Jack picked up a shirt that seemed relatively clean, and began shredding it into strips. "You'll need to take off those strange trousers and your shirt, darling."
Hermione looked up at him, a shocked expression on her face.
"Well, I'll need to fix you up somehow, and that won't happen until your literally bloody shirt comes off." Hesitantly, Hermione peeled of her shirt. It was indeed, very bloody.
"Oi." He said, looking over her bruised and bloddy body. It looked worse than it was. Jack stalked over to the door, and yelled out, "Pintel! Ragetti!" Two men; one short and fat, the other lanky with a wooden eye, appeared at the door. "I need lots of warm water and a sponge, If you please."
"Aye, captain. Right away sir."
"Captain." It was Mr. Gibbs again. "Here she is." A girl, who didn't look that much older than her walked in, with a baby clutched in her arms. She was beautiful, but she was injured. She walked with a limp, and there was a bruise all across the left side of her cheek. But she was laden with weapons. There was two sword at her waist, as well as a pistol.
"Hello, Lizzie."
"Jack."
"Who did this to you, and how hard did you fight?"
"Cutler Beckett's Nephew and I took out his left hand."
"He has a nephew?" Jack asked surprised. "You'll have to excuse me for a while, Lizzie, I have someone I need to tend to." He swaggered back over to Hermione. Pintel and Ragetti walked in and put the water and sponge (in a bucket) next to the bed where Hermione lay. Elizabeth made herself comfortable in a chair near the bed. Jack picked up the sponge, and began wiping the blood away from her body. He sood found that there was a gash running across her stomach, and it was shallow. "This is going to sting, luv." He picked up a shirt strip and wet it with rum, and dabbed the wound with it. Hermione hissed. Jack continued to clean and bandage Hermione, and managed to pull a large splinter of wood from the barrel out of her back.
In the end, Hermione's arm was in a sling, and the rest of her was mostly wrapped with shirt pieces. "All done." Jack grunted. "Rum, darling?" He offered the rum to the girl in his bed. She nodded, and took a deep swig from the bottle. Hermione reached her right hand up to fiddle with the little hourglass necklace that usually resided there, only to find nothing.
"My time-turner!" She gasped. She looked about wildly, and then asked Jack: "My necklace, have you seen it?"
"Oh, that strange little hourglass? Yeah, it had shattered. We took it off so the glass wouldn't harm you. I'm not totally sure where it is. I was rather intoxicated at the time of it's safekeeping."
"What year is it, then?"
"1582, luv. I don't see what that has to do with anything." Jack was confused.
"I was blasted 424 years into the past! That's what!" She yelled.
"Slow down, luv. I think you may bee a mite confused." Jack told her. Elizabeth was breast feeding her child, while looking at Hermione with disbelief all across her face.
"No! I'm not confused! Listen, and believe me. I am from the year 2006. that hourglass necklace was used to turn back time so that I could take extra classes at my school for witchcraft. It was broken, and I was sent here. But everything happens for a reason and I have to get back to my time, or else everything will be destroyed, but I'll be long dead before I can get there!"
Jack looked at her, and smiled sympathetically. "S'alright, luv. You took a right nasty fall. Ye'll be a tad delirious for a while." He started to walk for the door, when Tia Dalma's voice whispered in his ear.
"Her tell da truth, Jack. She don't lie 'bout dis." He turned back to her, finding tears of frustration rolling down her cheek.
"Well, now since I know you're telling the truth, I'm going to set you up in the next cabin, and you'll be sharing wiv' Lizzie, the baby, and the heart of her cursed pirate husband. Savvy?"
"Wait, you believe me? But a second ago you were saying that I was insane!"
"Aye, but the dear goddess Calypso seems to think you are telling the truth, and I trust her wiv' every rum soaked bit of my weasley black heart."
Elizabeth realized that Calypso must have told Jack that the girl was telling the truth. Overwhelming sympathy flooded her senses. She wasn't just miles away from home; the girl was literally centuries away from home. And she was a witch. It would be awfully hard to practice aboard a ship.
"Don't you need a wand, or something?" Elizabeth asked from her chair. Hermione turned to reply, but quickly saw Elizabeth's undressed state, and turned back around, blushing.
"Yes, I do, for actual magic, but I can make potions and stuff from almost anything." She replied. She sat up, and then stood. Now that she was all bandaged up, she was finding it much easier to stand without pain.
"You probably shouldn't do that, luv."
"I heal quickly." She told the disgruntled pirate lord. "Do you know anyone who might be able to supply me with…ingredients?"
"Aye, Tia Dalma. We might be able to find her in her itsy bitsy shack, but chances are, she'll be out draggin' desolate sailors to their unyielding doom."
"Who will be doing what?" Hermione was confused.
"Tia Dalma, or Calypso, the sea goddess has a little shack near here, and if she's not out killing sailors, she'll be there to help you find what you need, and if not, we'll take what you need." Elizabeth explained.
"But that's stealing!" Hermione exclaimed. Elizabeth and Jack looked at each other with disbelieving looks on their faces.
"Did you not realize that a woman with a child, who happens to be heavily armed is usually a pirate?" Elizabeth asked incredulously.
"Did you not realize if said strumpet kept the still thumping thump-thump of their sea cursed husband, they are usually a pirate king?" Jack asked, with just as much disbelief.
"And do you think any normal sailor, even from this time, would have such a lack of hygiene if they were not a pirate like Jack?" Elizabeth asked.
"Yeah! Oi! That wasn't nice."
"I don't have to be nice. You may be a pirate lord, but I am pirate KING!" She put particular emphasis on the last word, and Jack glared at her, while muttering under his breath.
"Bloody strumpet. Never should have voted for the evil little…"
"Jack. I can hear you."
"My sincerest apologies your bloody majesty!" He replied sarcastically. He picked up the Dead Man's Chest, and the few provisions that Elizabeth had brought along. "Oh, Hermaly?"
"Hermione!"
"Right, that, you're going to be our decoy. The reason everyone lets us get away scott free."
"Oh? And how's that." Hermione asked, scorn dripping from her tongue.
"Your new name is Rebecca Rose Finch." We'll get you the proper articles of clothing to be a proper English noblewoman at the shack. Tia Dalma won't mind. We go way back. Thick as thieves. Even now, when she's a cold hearted soul stealing sea goddess."
"A noble woman?" Hermione asked incredulously.
"Aye, Elizabeth, teach her how to speak and walk and all that buggering nonsensical things you bloody idiots came up with, and later I'll teach you how to use a sword."
"I already kind of know how to use a sword…I took a fencing class when I was younger." Hermione offered.
"Good, the less to teach the better, because if we run into the EITC, I won't be able to be on deck with you" He said. "Their…rather after my skin."
"Coward." Elizabeth piped up from the corner. She was done feeding and was in the process of tucking her shirt back into her trousers.
"Why can't I dress like that!" Hermione nearly whined.
"Because, that is how improper women dress, dearie." Jack explained. "Now come, I'll introduce you to the crew."
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