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That Effect

By WittchWay

None of the students saw the mysterious guest the rest of the day… nor the days that followed. Though it wasn't for lack of trying, students took to hanging around the stone gargoyle by the headmaster's office. A few more adventurous souls ventured down to the dungeons near Snape's classrooms and offices.

But If Sparrow was still at the school no one saw hide nor hair of the man. He didn't eat lunch with the staff nor students, though both Snape and Dumbledore arrived for all meals. No announcements were made to the students of neither Sparrows arrival nor departure. The Hufflepuff's were able to report that no guests were currently in the guest suites as they were located near their dorm corridor.

Talk began to wane of the man….

Though not entirely, after all his ship was still docked in the lake, so one could only assume that the man was still there hidden within the walls of Hogwarts. There was speculation that Snape was a friend of the man, though there was no official confirmation of this. But the rumors didn't stop, casting stories and rumors all more wilder then the previous.

Stories that he was a pirate circulated with regularity, that the ship was the infamous Black Pearl, the haunted ship of the dead… It all seemed a little far-fetched in Harry's opinion. But the students that had grown up in the wizarding world all seemed to believe it was so…But Harry liked to think if there was such a thing as Pirates… then Jack Sparrow certainly was it

Hermione, of course, had hidden herself in the library after his arrival to learn everything she could of the puzzling man.

Personally Harry thought Snape had been a little more irritable since the arrival of the "Pirate" but overall it was a little hard to tell.

It was in potions class nearly a week after the arrival, the 7th years Gryffindor/Slytherin double potion class, there was finally proof that the man was still within the school grounds.

They had just finished brewing a rather simple potion, with a rather delicate, dangerous bottling procedure, when there was a large thump on one of the outer walls.

"Continue" Snape barked. Pulling his wand tapping it against the board, where the directions were written in Snape's mess sprawl.

Harry carefully picked up one of the sterile glass bottles and began the gentle task of spooning his finished brew into the bottles, he didn't really fancy the results if he was to get this wrong; Explosions, burned fingers, singed clothing.

But it was during the bottling that the class heard it again, though louder; a shout, glass breaking, several thuds as if something was falling, then something large banged into the closed door that lead to Snapes office. Snape fumed, with a swirl of robes he flung open the door to his office open only to be nearly trampled by the one and only Jack Sparrow.

The mans sword was drawn and he was swinging it wildly at the short figure of Peeves the poltergeist, whom closely followed; he had a sword from one of the schools suites of armor pointed at the man.

The swords clanged together and continued their fighting.

Sparrow jabbed forward with his sword, laughing, a bottle of rum half drunk in the other hand. They danced around the room, bumping into desks and cauldrons. Sparrow appeared to be humming a song under his breath… "Yo ho and a bottle of rum for me."

The girls in the class swooned, as the fighting continued. Sparrow had his waist coat removed, a flimsy dirty white shirt open to his navel revealing very tan skin, the long pantaloon pants, black knee high boots, long black hair and scruffy beard, tangles of beads and jewels and scarves danced around him. Peeves floated over head crackling madly, one never usually saw the poltergeist in the dungeons. The colorful creature seemed to be singing his own deranged song.

Snape seethed, he clenched his fists as he drew his wand"Expelliarmus" he cried the room charged with magic, a red light burst forward as both swords shot towards Snape who grabbed them one handed.

"Captain Sparrow, you will wait in my office, silently, until class is over." Snape's voice was a deadly whisper.

The Captain didn't flinch, not at Snape's tone or growl that followed. He stood where he stopped, swaggering in place and took a long swig of rum his eyes locked on Snape in a silent battle of wills.

"Right O, Snape" he saunter toward the office door not sounding at all put out. As he walked to the door brushing past the students desks, he turned suddenly"Oi, Harry Potter" he said slowly"we meet once more…" his voice lowered"…And I do hope so again and again…" he let his fingers brush Harry's hand as he past. Harry quiver. Watching him disappear through the door.

Snape slammed the door locking it with a wave of his wand"Get back to work…" he yelled, the class jumped and returned to their potions, the class fidget, how could they work now, each one of them were dying to talk about Jack Sparrow. There were long glances toward the door and clock upon the wall, long silent looks with ones eyes, the girls all had a flushed look about them.

It was Harry's own fault that he received detention that day. He should have known not to become distracted so easily by a simple touch. He had been lost in the feel of Sparrows finger on his hand. He was silently smirking to himself about the man who had been banished to Snapes office. Silently fantasizing about those long fingers, that crooked smile, the lick of his lips by that red tongue, he was just about to the good part when the metal spoon he had been holding exploded in a small spiff of smoke, closely followed by the explosion of his cauldron.

But Snape had his wand ready as if expecting something like this to happen since the appearance of Sparrow in his classroom"Detention Potter… See me after class." Echoed through the room, Harry looked up to see Snape watching him. A strange look crossed the mans face. It was neither animosity nor the usual anger. It was a look Harry couldn't quite read.

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Sparrow listened to the sound of Snape's boots clicking on the stone hallway only to die away. He stepped silently into the potion class to see the lone occupant within. He quickly looked over the room, it opened into a large chamber with several desks and workstations with sinks.

A blacked haired boy was currently cursing under his breath the name of Snape, head bent down, scrubbing a black cauldron by hand.

"No magic, bad break chap."

Harry Potter looked up, Jack Sparrow was leaning against the doorjam arms crossed over his chest, smirking. His hat tilted to one side, a bottle of rum in his hand, he took a long swig, readjusting the sash across his chest.

"He's been handing out the same detention for years, for all your magic wizards sometimes lack creativity, wouldn't you say." Sparrow came into the room slowly, his eyes darting around the dungeon rooms; the glass jars and the squirmy contents, the row of different color cauldrons, the student's workstation and then the single student.

He took another sip of his rum, coming to rest against the potion master's desk and began carelessly flipping through a textbook.

"You're not a wizard then," Harry said slowly. His hand still emerged in the soapy cauldron of water and cleaner.

"No, me mum was," he said moving on, skirting over to the row of shelves and picked up one of the jars and shook it causing the baby squid to rock into the walls of the jar. The orange juice in the jar swirled in a whirlpool like movement.

"Oh," Harry nodded forgetting the cauldron. "You don't have any magic then"

Sparrow smirked"enough to get me through." His eyes narrowing.

"Ah" he chuckled"I don't believe I've properly introduced myself," he said suddenly bowing at the waist his hat falling forward. He took a swig of his rum and came to stand before Harry, "I am Captain Jack Sparrow, commandeer of the Black Pearl, master of the high seas, corrupter of the innocent..." he moved closer"ravager of beautiful boys." His voice dropped dramatically"We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me hearties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me."

Harry blushed, he looked at his feet trying to hide how pleased he was at such a comment. The man moved intimately close. His body nearly touching Harry's.

"My naughty boy" he purred sensually, reaching a hand up, stroking Harry's flushed cheek"what have you done to perform such grueling work." He gestured toward the soap and water, Sparrow took a sip of his rum nearly draining the bottle dry. Wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt. His red lips stained with the maple of rum juices.

Harry shuddered, as the mans warm breath puffed softly on his neck, as long fingers dragged themselves up his spine, Harry's lips parted, leaning into the pirates touch.

Harry gasped as fingers worked their way into his mass of messy hair, the pirate's lips hovering dangerously close to the curve of his neck. "I wasn't paying attention in class." He wheezed. His breath caught in his chest…he was tempted to tell the man that he was the reason he hadn't been paying attention in class.

Sparrow eyed him bringing the near empty rum bottle to his lips but not sipping, Harry got the strange impression that Sparrow knew the reason he had been distracted in class.

"Distracted… really", his voice hum happily in the Gryffindor's ear"I've been known to be the cause of such distraction."

Somehow Harry didn't doubt that.

The long fingers ghosted over his cheek as a arm slipped around his waist pulling him closer forcing Harry to put his arms up around the mans neck. His chin was tilted upward, the fringe brushed from his eyes. A pink tongue darted out licking Harry's dry lips. His mouth slightly open, his eyes half closed with anticipation and want.

Sparrow leaned in, his spare hand touching the boys neck, Harry moaned, he wanted to cry out kiss me already. But the flick of a tongue on his earlobe sent a shiver down his body, he went limb in Sparrows hold. Pulling the boy forcefully forward, grinding his body against the lithe body of the student. He bent down licking at the parted lips, swallowing the moan as he kissed Harry Potter.

His hand fluttered down the boys' body, as he licked and kissed the palate of the boys' mouth. He cupped that sweet arse, nearly lifting the boy off his feet and onto the workstation.

Harry himself was toying with wrapping his legs around the mans waist, pulling him forward, never letting him go.

"ENOUGH" screamed Snape, he stood in the doorway, the arm of a first year Hufflepuff clutched in his hand. He shook the boy like a ragdoll as he seethed. A murderous glare crossed his face, anger like Harry had never seen before radiated off the man.

Sparrow dropped his hold on Harry setting him back on his feet. His hand still resting on the small of Harry's back.

The small first year yelped in pain, as Snape came into the room. He dropped the student arm"Get out" he roared.

The Hufflepuff ran for his life, Harry took a step back.

"Get out Potter…NOW" Harry didn't need to be told twice… he dashed for the door.

TBC