Avast ye inglorious basterds! This be Older den Time itself!
Dis be the first true chapter of Cpt. Harry's journey t'ru de halls of Caste Hogwarts. He be facing many a foe in dis adventure!
As of now, I don' own de story of Harry or Jack, I be a mere spinner o'tales.
For dos dat believe me a fool for sailin to de dis story, I'll find ye and ye be floatin' to da Locker wen I be t'ru wit' ye!
I be salutin' digisammiegirl for beg'nin' dis ere tale and I be a Redcoat 'fore I abandon dis story!
So ere be da chapter!
Chapter 1 – Pirate meets Wizards
"Savvy be savvy, love," Harry said with a rogue-ish smirk. "Means that I be askin' if I be understood, savvy?" Susan blushed the look on Harry's face, but nodded quickly and turned to Hannah, who thought the whole thing was rather funny. Harry turned towards the Headmaster stood, giving out a speech, something to do with 'Forbidden' and 'a most painful death'.
Well now, I take that as a challenge, gov'na…
Harry lay in his bed, pondering the great mysteries that held his soul captive. His 'inner eye' circled the enigma that was at the forefront of his mind.
Back in the Great Hall, he witnessed a great many things that boggled his mind and ensnared his senses. These wizard-folk lived richly, if the golden plates and cutlery was any clue. Yet some ate with manners more horrible than those on the Black Pearl. One example, a very disgusting one, was Ronald Weasley. He had shared Harry's cabin on the train ride. The lad seemed perfectly normal, a tad inferior-minded mind you. But upon seeing the grand feast that appeared quite literally out of nowhere, the lad had dived into the meal with such horrendous gusto, that he, Harry, immediately lost his appetite.
Harry had turned his attention back to the Head Table, unable to witness Weasley's atrocious manners. He observed each professor, taking in their appearances, mannerisms, and suspected level of wealth. Not that he had any plans of stealing the supposed wealth, more like 'liberating' it for those less fortunate…such as the crew back in Tortuga…
He missed his family of thieves and cutthroats…
On the far left from his point of view, sat the giant of a man called Hagrid, according to Susan. He was the Gamekeeper of Hogwarts. Probably knew a great deal about the Kraken within the lake.
Next to Hagrid sat a deranged-looking woman covered in shawls and wearing a pair of thick spectacles. The woman would have appeared right at home in the fortuneteller's shop on Tortuga. Probably taught fortunetelling as well… Next up sat a man who could have worn a hook instead of a hand, as well as replacing his left leg with a pegged one. He was missing bits and pieces of himself, and from the look on his face, his mind as well.
The center portion of the table held three people conversing quietly. The Headmaster Dumbledore, the stern woman McGonagall, and a kind faced healer that seemed out of place. Dumbles and McGonagall would sneak a few glances at Harry every so often. On the healer's left sat a greasy-haired man that sneered then appeared deep in thought, switching between each expression. Further down sat a twitchy man that set Harry on edge; the man was hiding something. Harry hoped it was treasure. Just meant more for him to…liberate.
Calmly eating her meal was his Head of House, Professor Sprout was what Hannah called her. Shee noticed Harry's stare and waved kindly at him. He responded with a grin that was a mix between Jack's roguish smirk and Will's open smile. And next to Sprout sat two women that appeared much younger than the other teachers. Neither Susan nor Hannah knew their names. He'd find out later.
The feast ended quickly with Headmaster dismissing them for bed. The First Years like Harry were directed to follow Professor Sprout to their Common Room. The young buccaneer followed his fellows, Susan and Hannah trailing close behind. They came upon a portrait that surprised Harry.
Blow me down…
"Greetings young Hufflepuffs," it said. "I am Sir Francis Drake and I shall be the guardian to your dormitory for as long as I remain here in this castle." The sailor was somewhat of an idol to Harry, his exploits making him almost as famous as Jack was. Will told him of Sir Drake, having ferried him to the Locker previously. The man was a gentleman pirate, having practically coined the phrase during his adventures.
Professor Sprout addressed the new students in a kind voice, "To enter the Common Room, merely speak the password. It changes every 2 weeks, so make sure you keep track of the changes. The current password is 'Nombre de Dios'." Sir Drake nodded at the phrase and his portrait swung open, revealing an archway that led into the Hufflepuff Common Room. The children filed in, standing near the roaring fireplace at the center of the room. There were many soft and lumpy cushions piled around the hearth, giving them ample space to sit.
The room was decorated in earthy colors; browns, tans, and pale yellow surrounded the children. The walls were sparsely decorated, a few torch-holders and a single, unmoving portrait of a woman in her late 40's. She wore a thick fur-lined robe in pale yellow and pitch black. In her hands rested a small golden cup with an animal on it, a badger or hedgehog from what Harry guessed.
"This is the Hufflepuff Common Room," Prof. Sprout announced, gesturing around the room. "Here is where you can relax, spend time with your friends and classmates, and most importantly, study well. This room is your home, your haven. This is where you will always be safe as long as I am the Head of Hufflepuff." She was smiling at each and every student.
"This house will be your family. We take care of each other, united as under one roof and banner. There is an old rivalry between the houses of Hogwarts, but we Hufflepuffs will not take part." She was stern at that phrase. "We follow the teachings of our founder Helga Hufflepuff", she gsteured to the unmoving portrait. "She valued hard work and equality in those she taught. We do not cheat or take shortcuts. We buckle down and get the job done."
We may be duffers, but we're a family of duffers…
Harry was amazed at Prof. Sprout's words and could see everyone taking it to heart. Hufflepuff was gonna be an interesting place for a thieving scoundrel that he was gonna be…
"Well now, why don't we start with few introductions to get to know one-another?" inquired Prof. Sprout. The tall blonde boy sitting beside Sprout stood and cleared his throat.
"I'm Cedric Diggory and I'm a Second Year. I'm from a full wizarding family that has been part of Hufflepuff for 4 generations." He sat back down and gestured for the kid on his right to go next. One by one, each First Year stood up, nervously introducing themselves and sat back down quickly. They said their names, likes and dislikes, etc. Every few or so were asked questions by the other students. Finally, it was Harry's turn.
"I be Harry James Turner Sparrow. I be a halfblood that lived in Tortuga." Sprout was baffled by his accent, not recognizing the pirate brogue. "I enjoy de win' an' surf an' sailin' to de horizon. An' a bi' o'gold n'vr hur'." A whole slew of hands flew up, some waving frantically. Harry gestured at Macmillan.
"Why do you speak with that horrid accent," the sandy-haired boy rudely asked. Sprout made a disapproving sound, but Harry answered anyways.
"Raised in Tortuga; Ev'ryone der talked like dis," he stated. "Where was I?" Susan whispered that he hadn't said his dislikes yet. "Oh, I 'ate dem fake gold dat dey sell durin' festiv'ls. Dem tourists always be givin' dem to me an' da crew fo' laughs…"
The students, as well as Sprout, were more perplexed by his words. Most were unable to make out what Harry said; the few that could didn't understand why he was given fake coins during festivals. Sprout, however, clapped her hands and sent them off to bed, wishing them a pleasant night.
Cedric pointed out where the students could sleep and headed off to bed himself. Harry and his fellow lads strode into their dorm, 3 beds spaced out around an iron heater.
And we now return to the young buccaneer laying awake, pondering a great mystery. As he fall into a sleep deeper than the sea, he ponders one last time,
W'ere dos platters gold, or gold plated? I'd rather get me money's worth…
An' dat's da end of dis 'ere Chapter. Da accent, be it too thick? An' 'edwig be replaced. W'at shou'd she be? Albin' parrot, or she be a Cahow?
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"The Bermuda Petrel, Pterodroma cahow, is a gadfly petrel. Commonly known in Bermuda as the Cahow, a name derived from its eerie cries, this nocturnal ground-nesting seabird is the national bird of Bermuda, and a symbol of hope for nature conservation. It was thought extinct for 330 years. Its dramatic rediscovery as a "Lazarus species", that is, a species found to be alive after being considered extinct for centuries, has inspired documentary filmmakers."
-Wikipedia
