I still have no claim over Pirates of the Caribbean.

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A hundred different excuses flew through Elizabeth's brain, none of which would have any chance of convincing the man standing in front of her, a triumphant smile on his face. Barbossa turned and strode purposefully towards Harry and Hermione's hiding place, he was going to find them if she didn't think of something soon.

"You know, there's such a thing as imitators, captain, it's a very, professional skill, and it takes a lot of practice so I was just, well, practising." Elizabeth started, leaping up, "so-"

"Well then, Miss Turner, I would like to hear it," Barbossa barked.

"I beg your pardon," Elizabeth asked, knowing perfectly well what he meant.

"Your imitating."

"Oh," what Elizabeth wouldn't give to just disappear on the spot.

"Go on then, I would very much like to hear each voice that I heard conversing down here."

"Ummm, well there's this one," Elizabeth started in her usual voice.

"And?" Barbossa's eyes glinted in amusement, as if he knew perfectly well what would happen next.

"I-it only happens when I'm alone," she squeaked.

"Well that's not a very good performing skill," Barbossa said in mock disappointment.

How ironic, Elizabeth thought, that a moment ago I was the one poking holes in other people's stories, and now I'm the one thinking of excuses off the top of my head. Ironic indeed.

"Wait, hang on I've got another one," she cried as Barbossa took another step towards the map table. She was just improvising now, just buying time for whatever unlikely plan her new friends might come up with.

"Oh?" Barbossa raised his eyebrows questioningly.

Well I guess I can't look like any more of an idiot, no matter what I do, she had to try "Does this sound like one of the voices you heard, captain," she asked in the closest she could get to the voice of Hermione. It came out like a cross between a mouse and a parrot.

"No, no it really doesn't, Miss Turner," Barbossa smiled encouragingly, "nice try, though."

"Well, I'd like to see you do it," she muttered.

He chuckled, "the difference is, you have already claimed proof of being able to do it," he whipped away the maps that the children were hiding behind, and Elizabeth heard herself gasp.

Harry and Hermione had disappeared.

Quickly composing herself, Elizabeth shot Barbossa a triumphant look, "see?"

"You went to a lot of lengths to stop me from checking under the table, now what are you hiding?" the captain snapped, confused.

In truth, Elizabeth was very confused herself, but she tried as hard as she could not to show it. She glared at him, "are you finished?"

He shot her one last murderous look, and strode towards the door, muttering about all the wonderful ways he was going to kill her. Charming.

She went back to her corner and sat back down, wrapping her arms tightly around her legs.

"I think I'm going mad," she murmured to herself softly. But, no, I saw them, heard them, and so did Barbossa. But there's no way they got out from under the table in that time, absolutely no -

"Was that supposed to be me?" a slightly offended, high, voice sniffed from under the table, "if so, then I'm afraid to say that I'm not surprised that your captain didn't believe you."

Bewildered, Elizabeth ran over to the table that she had seen Harry and Hermione, quite literally, disappear under. She checked under it, and there was still only empty air. Confused, she dropped the maps, I really am going mad, she thought to herself.

"We're right here, Elizabeth," came Harry's voice, but she ignored it, it was just her imagination.

"Elizabeth, are you alright?" it was Hermione this time, but she reminded herself that neither of them were real, it was just her imagination. Maybe when she opened her eyes she'd be right home in Port Royal in her lovely four poster bed, pondering over the Commodores proposal and trying to convince her father that she had not slept in. Dressing in the familiar silk of a dress and holding the slight, elegant weight of a fan in one of her hands. The thought was too tempting, so she forced the lids of her eyes open... and was disappointed. She was still in the cabin, with the two children standing nearby, stretching from their time under the table.

Clearly noticing her wild frightened eyes, Harry spoke softly, "Elizabeth, I can explain."

Hermione continued, "you're not imagining things, you see, Harry and I happen to be in possession of an invisibility cloak."

"A what?" Elizabeth looked confused.

Harry sighed, "it's better if I just show you," he reached under the table, and pulled out a long silvery cloth-like thing that looked ancient. He gave her a reassuring smile, then swung the cloak over his body, and disappeared.

She gasped, "no way," then, she crept forward, and aimed a punch in the direction that she had last seen him.

Her fist connected with something soft, and there was a hastily silenced yelp, then Harry reappeared, an angry look on his face, "what was that for?"

She shrugged, grinning, as Harry turned to glare at Hermione, who was shaking with silent laughter, "don't laugh, Hermione," then the corners of his lips twitched, and soon all three of them were laughing their heads off, and trying to do it quietly.

But Elizabeth paused to ask them a question, "where did you get it from, then?"

Harry shrugged, "I inherited it from my father, but where he got it from, I have no idea."

Elizabeth frowned, "so you never thought to ask him?"

Harry stuttered, "I-I uh."

Hermione interrupted, "Harry, I think we should just tell her the whole truth," she said gently.

Harry nodded, "yes, I suppose you're right."

Elizabeth snorted, "so do I." she muttered.

Hermione started, "well, you know when Harry said that we aren't from around here, well, we really aren't from around here. I mean, not even from this century."

Elizabeth looked confused, "how?"

"I'm still figuring out that bit myself," Harry admitted, glaring at Hermione.

Hermione sighed, "I told you, it's a Time Turner."

"Sirius needed three hours to be saved from the dementors, not three hundred years!" Harry retorted

Elizabeth coughed, "three hundred years?"

Harry nodded, "according to Hermione, it worked a little too well," he shot Hermione another glare.

"I don't believe you!" Elizabeth shot, "you're just trying to get attention."

"Why would we do that?" Harry asked.

"I have no idea, but it's so much more believable than the idea that you are time travellers from three hundred years from now."

"Well believe it or not, it's true," Harry reassured her.

"Prove it," snapped Elizabeth.

The two looked at each other, then Harry said, "It's a very long story."

"We have time," Elizabeth responded.

"Alright," Hermione agreed, "well, in the 21st century, there is two worlds, the wizarding or magical world, and the muggle or non-magical world. The Muggles, as we call non-magic people, are not aware of the other world's existence, while the wizards are aware of both worlds. Since Wizardry is secretive, students are sent to schools with magical defences."

"But why is it such a secret?" she questioned them.

Hermione waved a hand, "everyone would be asking us to sort out their tiny little problems. A lot of Dark wizards would want us to announce our presence to gain power or to create a world where muggles are second class citizens."

"Are you two wizards?"

"I am," Harry explained, "but female wizards like Hermione are called witches."

Elizabeth folded her arms, "witches are evil."

If looks could kill, then the one Hermione shot Elizabeth would have her dead before she hit the ground, "they are not!" she retorted.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, "whatever. So you two can do magic?"

"We haven't finished our magical education yet, but yes, we can work some spells," said Hermione.

She pulled out a long, wooden stick, pointed it at the rum bottle, said something that sounded like, "wingardium leviosa," and the bottle flew up in the air. Elizabeth took a step back as it flew around the room a couple of times, before coming to a stop and landing neatly back on the table.

"See?" Hermione asked, a triumphant look on her face.

Elizabeth looked between them, torn between running from them or asking them to teach her magic.

Deciding on the latter, she asked curiously, "could you teach me some magic?"

Harry and Hermione looked at one another for a second, then turned back to her. Hermione said, "I suppose we could test to see if you have any magic in you."

Elizabeth nodded eagerly.

"But in return, we need you to help us with something…" Hermione trailed off, looking hesitant.

Elizabeth was worried, what could she possibly do that a witch and wizard couldn't.

Hermione continued, "the object that brought us here seems to have disappeared."

Harry frowned, "we don't know that, Hermione, we haven't even tried summoning it yet!"

"I have."

"I didn't hear you."

"I did it non-verbally." Hermione pointed out.

"Verbal is stronger," Harry said firmly.

"Fine," Hermione muttered something, waved her stick, then shrugged her shoulders, "told you."

"Well, it was worth a try," Harry mumbled.

Elizabeth didn't really know what they were talking about, but she had a general idea, so she just asked, "so, what does this object look like, then."

"Well, it's gold, and it is on a chain," Harry began.

"And it had what looks like a tiny hourglass in the middle."

"And the middle bit spins."

Elizabeth frowned, "where might it be?"

"We have no idea. It was around Hermione's neck when we arrived."

"Oh!" Hermione raised a hand to her mouth, "Harry, I've just realised something, when we arrived, the chain snapped, but the Time Turner wasn't on the deck with us, so, don't overreact, but the Time Turner might have got lost in time!"

Harry frowned, "so we just wait a few years and find it, wherever it is?"

"It could have got lost backwards in time, then been destroyed somehow" Elizabeth and Hermione said together. Hermione looked at the woman in surprise.

Harry sighed, "and now there's two of them." He paused, "and if that's true, then that is really not good. Not good at all."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "I would never have guessed. Now," she said, snapping around to face Elizabeth, "as it seems likely that we aren't going to find that anytime soon, I suppose we can try to teach you some magic."

"What about your Time Turner?" she asked.

"We can worry about that later." Hermione waved a hand, "ok, then. Well, this," she held up her stick, "is a wand. Elizabeth, are you right or left-handed?"

"Right," Elizabeth answered, not quite sure where this was going.

"Well then, hold this in your right hand," Hermione instructed. Harry, for his part, seemed content to watch.

The wand was awkward in her hand, so Elizabeth reached to try to hold it with two.

Hermione pulled her left hand off, "one hand only, or you won't be able to work the spells."

Elizabeth did as she was told, and tried to hold it as she'd seen Hermione hold it. The result was it dropping to the floor with a clatter. Elizabeth shot Hermione an apologetic look.

Brisk as ever, Hermione bent down and retrieved the object, placing it handle first to Elizabeth, "let's try again."

Once Elizabeth could properly hold the wand, Hermione explained, "well, the wand chooses it's owner, so ours may not work for you properly, but you can probably practise some simple spells, like wingardium leviosa, and lumos."

Elizabeth recognised one of the spells as the one Hermione had used to levitate the rum bottle.

"Lumos is pretty simple," Hermione explained, "so we'll do that one first."

As it turned out, Lumos was not pretty simple, and it took Elizabeth plenty of tries before she finally managed to make a faint light at the end of Hermione's wand. She moved it around in awe.

Harry clapped, and Hermione grinned at her, "well done."

Elizabeth smiled, it wasn't a dangerous weapon, but it was a help, nonetheless.

Hermione grinned as Elizabeth finally managed to light her wand. She felt a little bit like she was a criminal for showing magic to someone who could well be a muggle, but, she reasoned with herself, if Elizabeth is in danger, and happens to be able to reach a wand, at least she would have a slim chance of using it. Quite how she was a witch her age without knowing Hermione couldn't fathom, but then she remembered that the magic used to find young wizards and witches might not have been perfected in this century.

Elizabeth's smile looked as if it could split her face in half. She was waving the lit wand around, watching the light as it moved with the stick.

"Well done," she heard herself say.

Then Harry looked around and asked Elizabeth, "is there any chance of that Barbossa guy coming back?"

Elizabeth looked up, as if she had only just remembered, and Hermione felt her spirits sink slightly. How loud had they been? Could someone have heard them?

After a long pause, Elizabeth said, "we should try to get off the ship, I'm already set for death and if he finds you he'll kill you."

Harry looked at her, "off the ship, how?"

"We could go in one of the rowing boats," Hermione suggested, tentatively.

Elizabeth shook her head, "they're guarded."

"But we have the invisibility cloak," pointed out Harry.

Once again, Elizabeth shook her head, "guarded and tied down," there was no explanation needed. If the crew of the Black Pearl saw the ropes untying all by themselves, they weren't going to stand and watch.

"Well then we need a diversion," Harry said confidently, "and I know just what it could be."

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I kind of made Elizabeth a witch, and I don't know if that's acceptable, or if it fits with J K Rowling's history of the wizarding world.

Also, I haven't forgotten that they learn the summoning charm in the 4th year, and the non-verbal spells in the 6th. I'm just going on the fact that Hermione always seems to know spells that are above the age they are at the time.