Chapter 1 - Crossing Times


Tia Dalma's Hut - 1741

"Ello Jack Sparrow." Tia purred as she watched him sway unsteadily inside her hut. "How may I 'elp ye?"

"I have come for the scrolls to the fountain of youth." He spoke confidently.

Tia's eyes brightened as she sat up, eyes searching, looking for something. "Aye, de scrolls that shall led ye teh de famed fountain." She licked her lips, hand outstretched. "Payment?"

He handed her a bag of gold coins, looking at her smugly, awaiting her next move.

"Before I give ye dem scrolls ye must take something from me," She dug around through a chest in front of her, plucking out all types of jewelry before pulling out what appeared to be a necklace.

Jack's face wrinkled in distaste as she held it out to him. Leaning down he peered at it curiously, upon closer inspection he realized it wasn't just any necklace but what looked to be an object in the shape of a circle with another circle surrounding it, foreign writings inscribed in the bands with dials on each side. "A necklace? You expect me to take a necklace? And do what with it per say? Perhaps give it to a lovely wench on Tortuga?" His expression confused as Tia's smile grew wider.

"Nay, I want ye te wear it Jack Sparrow. It shall prove useful."

"Useful how?" He inquired.

She merely smirked. "Could save yer life." Closing said topic as she dropped the necklace into his hand.

Tia watched him purposely as he placed the necklace over his head, clasping it behind his neck. "Now can ye give me the scrolls?"

She nodded, grasping said scrolls from the table and nudging them forward, "Here be the scrolls."

With a grin, he quickly picked them up and tucked them under his arm as he stood up. "Thank you Tia, it's been a pleasure as always."

"As always Jack." She replied with a grin of her own, her eyes gleaming mischievously as the pirate captain began to make his way out of her hut.

As he stepped outside he shook his head in amusement using his free hand to open up his compass. The arrow spun in different directions before landing west...Port Royal...her. He really could not understand what was wrong with him, he wanted the damn fountain not her...right? With a groan of annoyance he swaggered onboard his ship, barking out orders to set sail for Port Royal. May as well get it over with so he could finally get a heading for what he thought he truly wanted.

Meanwhile back inside the hut, Tia Dalma sat in her chair, a smirk of her own gracing her enigmatic features, eyes shining in the dim light of the room she sat in. "Ye future be coming sooner den ye think Jack Sparrow."

On the cliffs of Port Royal

Why oh why did his luck have to turn out completely rotten? He inhaled deeply, his breathing ragged from running as fast as he could away from the royal navy as they had chased him all the way into the forest, several of them still hot on his trail. All he wanted to do was see Elizabeth before setting out on his journey to find the fountain but the eunuch just had to mess that up by yelling in surprise at seeing none other than Jack Sparrow sitting in the room of one Miss Swann, alerting her father to his presence. And of course her father had seen fit to chase him out, red faced as he summoned Norrington and the rest of the guards after him.

Now presently he took a few more deep inhales before tearing off on a run, the crunching of leaves alerting him to the closeness of some of the guards searching for him.

"There he is!" Norrington yelled out at seeing Jack's backside.

"Get him!" Another shouted.

Jack ran as fast as his feet would carry him, not at all paying attention to where he was heading. Suddenly he found himself coming up to a clearing, the edge of a very steep cliff nearing.

Yelping in surprise he stopped in mid run, the heel of his boot digging into the ground as he managed to come to a sudden halt.

His boot covered feet swayed at the edge of the cliff dangerously, his brown eyes growing wide as he backed away; looking over the ledge he saw a clear drop into the ocean below. Trouble was, he wasn't sure if there were rocks down there, as he contemplated his situation a chuckle was heard behind him.

Jack spun around and found himself surrounded by the navy. "Can I help ye gents?"

Admiral Norrington stepped forward. "Yes, yes I believe you can Sparrow. You can come back with us peacefully to jail where you can have a nice talk with all the prisoners there while you await your hanging."

With that said, the entire navy began to draw closer towards him and he realized he had two choices, death at the end of a noose or possible death by hitting a rock or two underneath the churning water below.

Needless to say, Jack chose the latter as he turned back around; without another thought he took a flying leap off of the ground, his braided hair flying all around him as he fell towards the water below, the maps he had been carrying with him, falling past him into the ocean below.

He let out a terrified scream as he braced himself for pain and almost certain death….


Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - 1997

Hermione Granger, resident know-it-all extraordinaire, found herself wandering around the corridors on the first floor in complete and utter boredom. She hated to admit it but she realized that she could do with a hobby of some sort that perhaps didn't include studying day and night until she ran out of things to read.

It was late in the afternoon and the boys had gone with her only girl friend to Hogsmeade; she felt herself beginning to regret telling them she was too busy to hang out at the joke shop. It had been an hour and a half since she had finished her last piece of homework.

Looking at the clock in the entrance hall, she saw that she still had a few hours before supper was served and decided to go for a walk around the lake. Humming to herself, she silently approached the lake, enjoying the way the sun felt on her face as she walked along the pier.

She gazed out over the sparkling water, lost in thought when suddenly a loud splash sounded from the lake, her eyes darted towards the center of the lake, noticing a figure struggling to stay afloat in the dark water. Squinting, she could see the faint outline of a person, without thinking she flung herself over the edge of the pier, submerging herself underwater. The murky water engulfed her as she swam towards the drowning person, getting closer she could see them slowly sinking under. With a gulp of air, she dove back under once more, grasping said persons waist and began heading back up for air, breaking surface, she let out a long breath as she swam towards the edge of the lake, struggling as she held onto to the person's waist.

Jack blinked…once, twice, three times…where the bloody hell was he now? The last thing he remembered was jumping off of the cliff to what he knew would most likely be his untimely death, escaping the clutches of the royal navy once more. Slowly, he looked around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings…a hospital from the look of it.

"Ah he's awake now Miss Granger, perhaps you should see if he is able to talk, find out what you can about him and then report back to me." An elderly voice whispered.

"Yes sir." A distinctly feminine voice agreed, footsteps followed and Jack sat up a bit higher to get a better look at his visitor.

A young woman with frizzy brown hair and funny looking robes stood near him, a worried look gracing her pretty face.

"Good morning sir." She addressed him.

At this, he chuckled, never having been called 'sir' before, he found it rather amusing. "Aye, good morning." He responded. "And who might ye be?" His eyes drifted rather sensuously up and down her figure as he spoke.

Blushing, she replied, "Hermione Granger…and you?"

"Captain Jack Sparrow at ye service milady." He graced her with a flash of his gold teeth and a slight dip of his worn out hat.

Captain? Surely he didn't mean to imply that he was some sort of...pirate? Her eyes suddenly drifted over him, noticing his old worn out clothing, instantly reminding her of something she'd seen in the muggle cartoon Peter Pan. His braided hair fell about his face, spilling over the red bandanna tied around his head underneath the hat.

Her eyes continued searching his person, unnoticing that he was staring at her with a peculiar look on his face, wondering what she found so interesting about him. Not that he minded having her look at him, many women did that and more back on Tortuga, not that she looked like a wench or even like Elizabeth had when he'd first met her. Elizabeth...Lizzie...his heart constricted oddly at the thought of her, snapping him out of his thoughts quickly. He cleared his throat, catching the young woman's attention.

She blushed profusely as she looked away from him. "I'm sorry sir, I've...well I've just never seen anyone dressed like you before. Where are you from? Do you remember how you got here? I rescued you from drowning in the middle of our lake. Are you from around here because I've never s..."

He held up a hand, motioning for her to stop. "One question at a time luv." She blushed even redder.

"I don't have a home so to speak, me home is my ship, the Black Pearl. I guess ye could say I live in the Caribbean, though I do tend to spend a lot of me time on Tortuga."

"Tortuga? Your ship?" Hermione asked, completely lost.

"Aye Tortuga is an island were we pirates make port. Excellent rum and wenches there be on that island." He replied as though everything he'd just said made perfect sense to her.

"Pirates?" Her mind raced with thoughts as she processed what he was saying, "Wait a moment, what year is it?" She tried a different approach, a thought clicking in her mind.

"January 5th 1741." His answer came smoothly. "Why?"

She paled visibly. "Um...I'm not quite sure how to tell you this but today's date is January 5th 1997." As she finished her sentence she watched the pirates face, confusion written all over his face.

"1997? It can't be...I...no...That means..." He trailed off, looking helpless as he pushed himself to a sitting position at the edge of the bed.

Hermione moved closer towards him, eyes sympathetic, "Do you remember how you got here?" She repeated one of her previous questions.

"I was being chased by the newly appointed Admiral Norrington and the rest of the royal navy. Me crew was awaiting my return aboard the black pearl, I was going to see a...friend...when I was interrupted by them. They managed to chase me up a cliff, it was either a quick jump and sudden stop with a noose or dive into the ocean, I chose to try and save meself by diving over the cliff. That's the last thing I remember."

"Well I don't know any place called Port Royal, someho..." She trailed off in mid sentence, the gleam of his necklace catching her eye, a familiar orb peeking out from his torn shirt. "Is that..may I see your chain?" She pointed to it.

He smirked, leave it to a woman to notice the jewelry. He pulled it out of his shirt and held it in front of her, noticing how big her eyes grew. "Oh merlin...thats...how did you get that?"

"A voodoo priestess gave it to me, told me it may save me life."

"She was right about that then." As Hermione spoke, she pulled out her own gleaming time turner from beneath her robes. "I have a time turner too."

His eyes widened, "How did ye get one? A time turner? That's what this gold thing is called?"

Hermione nodded her head. "What she gave you is able to send you forward and backward in time but it has to be used carefully, if used for the wrong reasons the consequences can be severe."

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to comprehend what she was telling him. "How can I get back to me own time then?"

"The headmaster may have an answer to that."

"Headmaster?"

She suddenly felt rather stupid having forgotten that he had no idea where he was or rather what she was. "I'm sorry, I should have explained everything first. This place you are in is called Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Professor Albus Dumbledore is the headmaster of this school, he runs the place pretty much, makes all the decisions, things like that..."

"Wait, so this is a school for witches and wizards ye say? And I'm to believe ye are a witch yourself?"

"Accio hat." She pointed her wand at his head, watching as his hat flew off and into her outstretched hand.

He smirked, "That was impressive, and now for a very important question luv...would ye happen to be able to conjure up a nice bottle of rum? I seem to have run out of it." He gestured to the empty bottle he had slipped out of his belt.


A/N: I really hope you like this chapter, please read and review, thanks hehe.