A Pirate's Life For Me by Ael L. Bolt
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Action/Adventure/Drama
Pairings: R/Hr, H/OC (sort of)
Possible Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP, FB&WtFT
Summary: Sixth year Harry Potter full intended to save his godfather from death by means of a time travel spell. However, his research was not thorough enough. Now, Harry and two other Hogwarts students are trapped in the 17th century without knowledge of each other's whereabouts (or even that they're there at all). Although one befalls somewhat good fortune, another one is destined to die, and the third is sentenced to a fate no one would ever expect.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me – although I be a Pirate, I haven't quite gotten my hands on that treasure quite yet. Arr!
Author's Notes: This fic was originally somewhat inspired by The Road to El Dorado, but the driving force of this fic lies behind Pirates of the Caribbean. That is, without question, the best pirate movie I've ever seen.
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Prologue – A Will and a Spell
"I, Sirius Praedonis Black, being of sound mind and body, hereby make the following wishes known in the event of my death."
The words fell heavily on the ears of one Harry James Potter as Headmaster Dumbledore read from the scroll of parchment. Although he knew there were others present for the reading of Sirius' will, he felt completely alone save for the dreaded words.
"To Remus Lupin, I leave two-thirds of the Black family fortune. I know you don't like charity, but I can think of no one who deserves it more than you do. Don't let it gather dust in some bank account, use it. Buy new robes if nothing else."
There was a sound that may have been intended as a laugh, but turned into a sob. Remus smiled faintly through his tears at his friend's ever-present wit, though it was somewhat diminished by the morbid topic.
"To my blood relatives, I leave absolutely nothing, you undeserving slimeballs. If you really must have something, take the portrait of my mother...if you can." Dumbledore paused in the reading, looking faintly amused for a moment, then continued on solemnly.
"To my godson, Harry Potter."
Distantly, Harry felt Ron and Hermione hold onto his shoulders as he tensed, but he could barely feel them as he raised grief-stricken eyes to regard the parchment.
"Harry, I am leaving the following items in your care: 12 Grimmauld Place, one-third of the Black family fortune, my personal library, ownership of Buckbeak, all my school things, and the basilisk-hide gauntlet of Captain Black. The latter is in Albus' safekeeping, to be given to you immediately following this reading. Harry, I know this will never replace me, and I know I could never replace James, but I want you to know that he would have been extremely proud of the man you've become."
There was more addressed to other people, but Harry didn't hear a word of it. When he finally came back to himself, only his two friends and Dumbledore remained in the room. He forced himself to meet Dumbledore's eye, and the aged wizard handed him an ancient-looking, right-handed snakeskin gauntlet. Etched into the scales on the back of the hand was the infamous skull-and-crossbones symbol, with the word PRAEDONIS scrawled in an eerily familiar script underneath.
Harry carefully slipped it onto his right hand and buckled it in place around the wrist. For a moment, the basilisk hide seemed to welcome him as one would welcome an old friend that hasn't been seen in many long years, but then the odd feeling passed.
Suddenly filled with resolve, he shrugged the hands off his shoulders and stalked off to his new library, eyes flashing emerald flame.
There was work to be done.
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'The Commutatus Antehac spell is intended to transport the caster through time to the past, and then back to the present when the caster chooses. All objects or organisms within twenty feet of the caster during the spell- casting may be caught in temporal backlash and spread out through time with the caster, and any other spells on living creatures brought through time will be removed during transit. To cast this spell, the caster must obtain an item that existed during the target time to channel the temporal energies. No wand movement is necessary aside from touching wandpoint to the item. The incantation for reverse time travel is Immigro Antea, and the incantation for the return to the present is Immigro Futurus. While casting this spell, the caster must be focused on the exact time target.'
Harry stood in the middle of the kitchen at number twelve Grimmauld Place, having already taken the precaution of moving everything possible at least twenty feet away. He double-checked the book for reference, and then faced away from the door. Holding his wand to touch the basilisk-hide gauntlet, he focused intently on the events of two months ago, bringing up the mental image of himself heading into the forest to ride the thestrals to the Department of Mysteries. "Immigro-"
Behind him, the lock clicked open quietly, but mid-incantation he didn't hear it until it was too late.
"-Antea!"
In the kitchen, three figures vanished without a trace. Left behind, the book fluttered open to the next, unnoticed page.
'This spell has been placed under magical restriction from the Ministry of Magic since the late 17th century. Anyone who tries to perform this spell will find themselves unable to re-enter the timestream, and in theory, the caster and any passengers will remain in limbo for eternity. Do not perform this spell.'
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Action/Adventure/Drama
Pairings: R/Hr, H/OC (sort of)
Possible Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP, FB&WtFT
Summary: Sixth year Harry Potter full intended to save his godfather from death by means of a time travel spell. However, his research was not thorough enough. Now, Harry and two other Hogwarts students are trapped in the 17th century without knowledge of each other's whereabouts (or even that they're there at all). Although one befalls somewhat good fortune, another one is destined to die, and the third is sentenced to a fate no one would ever expect.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me – although I be a Pirate, I haven't quite gotten my hands on that treasure quite yet. Arr!
Author's Notes: This fic was originally somewhat inspired by The Road to El Dorado, but the driving force of this fic lies behind Pirates of the Caribbean. That is, without question, the best pirate movie I've ever seen.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Prologue – A Will and a Spell
"I, Sirius Praedonis Black, being of sound mind and body, hereby make the following wishes known in the event of my death."
The words fell heavily on the ears of one Harry James Potter as Headmaster Dumbledore read from the scroll of parchment. Although he knew there were others present for the reading of Sirius' will, he felt completely alone save for the dreaded words.
"To Remus Lupin, I leave two-thirds of the Black family fortune. I know you don't like charity, but I can think of no one who deserves it more than you do. Don't let it gather dust in some bank account, use it. Buy new robes if nothing else."
There was a sound that may have been intended as a laugh, but turned into a sob. Remus smiled faintly through his tears at his friend's ever-present wit, though it was somewhat diminished by the morbid topic.
"To my blood relatives, I leave absolutely nothing, you undeserving slimeballs. If you really must have something, take the portrait of my mother...if you can." Dumbledore paused in the reading, looking faintly amused for a moment, then continued on solemnly.
"To my godson, Harry Potter."
Distantly, Harry felt Ron and Hermione hold onto his shoulders as he tensed, but he could barely feel them as he raised grief-stricken eyes to regard the parchment.
"Harry, I am leaving the following items in your care: 12 Grimmauld Place, one-third of the Black family fortune, my personal library, ownership of Buckbeak, all my school things, and the basilisk-hide gauntlet of Captain Black. The latter is in Albus' safekeeping, to be given to you immediately following this reading. Harry, I know this will never replace me, and I know I could never replace James, but I want you to know that he would have been extremely proud of the man you've become."
There was more addressed to other people, but Harry didn't hear a word of it. When he finally came back to himself, only his two friends and Dumbledore remained in the room. He forced himself to meet Dumbledore's eye, and the aged wizard handed him an ancient-looking, right-handed snakeskin gauntlet. Etched into the scales on the back of the hand was the infamous skull-and-crossbones symbol, with the word PRAEDONIS scrawled in an eerily familiar script underneath.
Harry carefully slipped it onto his right hand and buckled it in place around the wrist. For a moment, the basilisk hide seemed to welcome him as one would welcome an old friend that hasn't been seen in many long years, but then the odd feeling passed.
Suddenly filled with resolve, he shrugged the hands off his shoulders and stalked off to his new library, eyes flashing emerald flame.
There was work to be done.
~~~~~~
'The Commutatus Antehac spell is intended to transport the caster through time to the past, and then back to the present when the caster chooses. All objects or organisms within twenty feet of the caster during the spell- casting may be caught in temporal backlash and spread out through time with the caster, and any other spells on living creatures brought through time will be removed during transit. To cast this spell, the caster must obtain an item that existed during the target time to channel the temporal energies. No wand movement is necessary aside from touching wandpoint to the item. The incantation for reverse time travel is Immigro Antea, and the incantation for the return to the present is Immigro Futurus. While casting this spell, the caster must be focused on the exact time target.'
Harry stood in the middle of the kitchen at number twelve Grimmauld Place, having already taken the precaution of moving everything possible at least twenty feet away. He double-checked the book for reference, and then faced away from the door. Holding his wand to touch the basilisk-hide gauntlet, he focused intently on the events of two months ago, bringing up the mental image of himself heading into the forest to ride the thestrals to the Department of Mysteries. "Immigro-"
Behind him, the lock clicked open quietly, but mid-incantation he didn't hear it until it was too late.
"-Antea!"
In the kitchen, three figures vanished without a trace. Left behind, the book fluttered open to the next, unnoticed page.
'This spell has been placed under magical restriction from the Ministry of Magic since the late 17th century. Anyone who tries to perform this spell will find themselves unable to re-enter the timestream, and in theory, the caster and any passengers will remain in limbo for eternity. Do not perform this spell.'