Okay, here we go. I suppose I should give you a synopsis before you begin reading.
This story is set post HBP, and completely disregards DH. No horcruxes or anything (sorry JK Rowling!). Draco, Harry, and Ron are living in Port Royal for the summer because the Ministry wants to send older Hogwarts students away to prevent them from getting involved in the upcoming war. They meet Katherine Turner, a muggle with a mysterious past, with whom Draco and Harry are both smitten. So, yes, this is an ever-changing HP/OC--DM/OC fanfic. I'm allowed to write those, aren't I? Harry Potter and Pirates of the Caribbean obviously occur in two different time periods, but so what? Let's pretend that they don't. I tried my best to make this story follow the events in The Curse of the Black Pearl. If all goes well, I might write a sequel following the other two Pirates films. I hope you guys like it. Feel free to give me any feedback.
Also, I started this quite a while ago, and upon reading it again I noticed that it is kind of written in a weird omniscient point-of-view. I hope you can follow it. And I also probably messed up a few facts and figures. Oopsy.
Disclaimer: these wonderful pirates and wizards are not mine, sadly. Katherine Turner is.
"I can't believe this." Draco Malfoy ran his hands through his hair and sighed in disgust. How could Professor McGonnagal be so cruel and unfair? A few weeks ago, he was pacing in the Slytherin common room, contemplating the horrors of Azkaban prison and waiting for the dreaded hour to come. That night, he was waiting patiently in the shadows; he was waiting, with a nervous knot in his stomach, to kill his headmaster. But he didn't kill him. And now he was in a rowboat, slowly creeping towards land. It wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't in the company of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. He turned to face them and groaned. "I just can't believe this!"
"Quit your whining and help us row!" Ron grunted, not looking up at Draco. *This is going to be the worst summer ever,* he thought to himself.
Draco leaned back against the wood of the boat and gazed out to sea. "I would love to, Weasley, I really would, but there are only two oars! Shame, eh?" He smiled to himself and Ron fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat.
Harry didn't say anything. He was too busy thinking about the events that happened in the past few weeks. Dumbledore killed. Snape escaped. And the meeting in the Great Hall that changed his summer plans abruptly. Harry gritted his teeth. He wanted to fight and help The Order. He never, not even at the back of his mind, thought he'd be here right now-- far away from the wizarding world, rowing alongside Ron towards Port Royal with Draco Malfoy. As they neared shore, Harry rowed on, ignoring the others' bickering, and replayed that afternoon in his head.
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It was the day of Dumbledore's funeral, after the ceremony and burial had taken place. Professor McGonnagal had requested that all of next term's 5th, 6th, and 7th years report to the Great Hall. Harry wasn't planning on returning to school for his 7th year, but Hermione urged him to attend the meeting, insisting that it would be for the best to hear what she had to say to them. The students shuffled into the Great Hall. A few girls were silently sobbing; Harry noted that even a few young men were wiping tears from their eyes. Harry trudged in behind the rest and sat between Ron and Neville at the Gryffindor table. A ruffled and watery-eyed Professor McGonnagal stepped up to the podium.
"Attention, students." But there was no need to call them to attention. An eery silence echoed through the hall, and none of the students said a word. Professor McGonnagal cleared her throat, dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief, and continued in a trembling voice.
"Due to recent events, the Ministry has made arrangements for all of you this summer. We have contacted your guardians, and they, along with myself, believe that this arrangement is what's best for you all. All students who will be in 5th, 6th, or 7th year next term will be sent"--she dabbed her eyes again--"away for the summer." Whispers erupted throughout the hall, followed by a few silent sobs, but Harry just watched the trembling Headmistress, waiting for her to continue. When the whispering died down, she spoke again.
"We have pre-sorted you into groups of three. The groups will be sent to muggle-inhabited areas of the world--" At this, a few Slytherins stood up in protest, including Draco Malfoy. Professor McGonnagal didn't acknowledge them, but continued her speech with a slightly stronger voice.
"You will be living as muggles and with muggles, and the only magical object you will be allowed is your wand. It is to be used for emergencies only. You will be allowed to communicate with each other and with your family by owl, but know that all owls will be intercepted. Any attempt to pass information about the wizarding world will be destroyed. The Ministry believes it's best that--" She swallowed hard and dabbed her eyes once more. "--That you are closed off entirely from all happenings in the wizarding world." She paused, but whether it was for dramatic effect or because she was too overwhelmed to speak, Harry couldn't tell.
Harry glanced over at Ron, who was quickly turning paler and paler green. He himself was dumbfounded. How would he survive closed off from the wizarding world? He would go mad knowing that Voldemort was killing dozens of people while he was unable to stop him! He focused again on Professor McGonnagal, who was now holding a rather large scroll.
"I will now announce the groups. Each group of three will be sent to a different part of the world and must rely on themselves and each other to find somewhere to stay this summer. When the time comes for you to return to school, transportation will be arranged." She then opened her scroll and adjusted her glasses. "When I call your name, come up and get a memo from me. This will tell you when and where to meet to be transported to your destination. You may then prepare to pack your things and tomorrow you will board the train home as usual. You will spend one week in your guardian's care, and then depart. Ahem--5th years." She began to read off names three at a time. Harry turned to Ron and Hermione.
"What about the other years?"
Hermione brushed her hair away from her face. "I heard McGonnagal talking to the Minister. 1st through 4th years are staying here at the castle this summer."
Harry pounded his fists on the table. "Then why do we have to leave?" Harry was talking a bit louder than he should have been.
"Shh! Harry...they want us to leave because we're older...because…we might want to...fight."
Harry spoke in a harsh whisper. "But I do want to fight!"
Hermione had no reply. Ron, however, spoke for the first time, his face still growing paler. "D'you think...we'll be in the same group?"
But Ron's question answered itself, for Professor McGonnagal was talking louder now. "7th years...Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Hermione Granger."
Ron's face fell. Hermione had tears brimming in her eyes as she walked up to the headmistress, took a slip of paper, and walked out of the hall with the Patil twins.
"Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, Vincent Crabbe." McGonnagal unrolled her scroll a bit more.
"Ooh, tough break for Dean." Ron was returning to his normal color, but was nervously fiddling with his robes. Harry saw Professor McGonnagal glance in their direction before she spoke again.
"Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley..."
Ron and Harry let out immense sighs of relief and looked around, waiting to hear whom their partner was.
Professor McGonnagal cleared her throat. "Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley...Draco Malfoy."
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Harry groaned as he remembered walking up to McGonnagal with Ron and Malfoy and recieving a slip of paper that read: 1st September. Leaky Cauldron. London. 09:30 AM. He remembered the first and only week he had at the Dursleys' that summer. He remembered Hermione's letter to him telling him to be safe and to write her often (she was to be sent to Ireland with the Patils on September 2nd). He remembered sending owl after owl to McGonnagal, begging her to let him stay and help, but with no avail. He remembered pocketing his wand and taking the Knight Bus to the Leaky Cauldron. He remembered getting on a ship that took Malfoy, Ron, and himself toward Port Royal in the Jamaican islands. He remembered lowering himself into a longboat and rowing the rest of the way.
And now here he was. Harry looked up for the first time to see that they were at the shore. The three of them beached the boat and looked around at the town. Draco was the first to speak.
"Welcome to Port Royal, gentlemen." He adjusted his shirt collar and flicked a dead bug off his sleeve. "I hope you two have a happy muggle life together." He began to walk towards the town.
Harry and Ron caught up with him. "Where do you think you're going?" Harry asked.
"Away from you. You think I would be seen with you two in public? HA! Malfoys can never be seen with you riffraff."
"You're as powerless in the muggle world as us, Malfoy." Harry retorted. "No one here cares about your blood status." Draco reached for his wand, but Ron stepped between the two of them.
"Draco, put that away! Come off it, both of you! We're stuck here, and I don't want you two blowing each other's heads off on the first day! And Draco, you're not going anywhere. Like it or not, we have to stay together."
Draco rolled his eyes and put his wand back in his pocket. "Fine. But the first thing we need is new clothes."
"What?" Harry and Ron inquired in unison.
"Look around, morons."
Sure enough, the people of this bustling town certainly didn't wear wizards' robes. With Draco in the lead, the three stranded boys set off to find some new attire.