Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or One Piece. The credit goes to J.K. Rowling and Eiichiro Oda.

Warnings: This chapter includes some violence.

Chapter 3

"Oi, waiter! Bring us another round of beer!" A shout was heard from the back of the bar.

"Coming right up!" Harry shouted back to the celebrating customers while juggling a pile of empty classes on his hands. It was a busy night on Terry's bar and his muscles were already aching from the strain of carrying so many orders.

The bar was a homely little place. Dark wooden surfaces and gently lighting oil lamps in the ceiling gave it a warm feeling. It's location on one of Jaya's main streets also made it a popular place.

During his stay Harry had found out that working in a bar had paid some gain. Being 16 years old, he had finally had a growth spurt and now reached 5'8½. It wasn't exactly tall but not short either, which suited Harry fine. His hard work had also given him a lean but well muscled frame. Around the Grand Line most of the people had Asian looking features so with his European looks Harrys face was quite exotic and as a result he often caught the attention of the female, and occasionally the male, population. It made him feel a bit awkward, having only ever been popular because of his fame in the wizarding world.

"There you go, sirs." said Harry smiling and receiving a round of approving mumble and shouts as a thank you. Moving away from the table he passed a big group of construction workers.

"Come and drink with us Hari! Beers on me!" shouted Ren, one of the pub's regulars. 'It's Harry', Harry thought a little petulantly. So far no one had been able to pronouns his name correctly but he had given up upon correcting them, English language just didn't seem to fit to these people's mouths.

"Can't. I'm Busy!" Harry laughed. Ren was a funny young builder that lived near the bar and often came there to drink with other workers. Like many others, their group had found Harry's way of speaking quite amusing at first. Over time he had came to understand the language rather well but still had some trouble forming his own sentences which resulted in them being sometimes quite short and abrupt. Especially in the beginning it had been a problem when customers had difficulties understanding him. Now, with lots of practice his talking was better though.

Noticing Terry, his boss, motioning hurriedly to him behind the counter Harry went to the man. "Yes, Terry?"

"Ah, Hari-kun. I need to make a quick run for the cellar, we are out of whiskey. Will you and Kei manage together for a bit?" said the man while pouring a drink for a black haired man sitting by the counter. Terry was a round middle-aged man with a friendly face and an impressive mustache. He was the owner of the bar and he particularly ran the place on his own with only one worker besides Harry.

"Sure" Harry answered the man and took over the serving. Besides Harry there was only one waiter in the bar. Kei was a temperamental and confident young woman that had actually been a pirate before settling down to live in the lively town with her lover. Such backgrounds were common in Jaya.

"Aw, don't yah worry boss! Me and Hari-chan will manage just fine together" Kei called out to the leaving Terry while damping her hand around Harrys shoulders. The impish woman had taken an immediate liking to him when Terry bought the wounded and rather pathetic boy to his bar one late night. To Harry she was like an irritating but loving big sister that had helped him settle down and find his place in this world. And a big sister who thought Harry how to kill.

The woman had an unhealthy obsession with weapons, you see. And working in a bar full of pirates meant you had to know how to defend yourself, so Kei had taken it as her job to teach Harry how to shoot and fight. To Kei's delight they discovered that Harry was quite good at handling guns ad knifes. Thanks to his quidditch reflexes and dueling skills Harry's aim with a gun was very near perfect and he loved the rush of adrenaline he got from hand-to-hand combat. Added with Kei's torturous training sessions Harry could now proudly say that he could put a good fight even against some of the more dangerous pirates.

"Such a lively little place this is! Is it always this busy here?" Asked the young black haired man as Harry handed him his drink, bringing him back from his thoughts.

"Yes, especially in weekends…" sighed Harry sitting down on a stool and starting to wash a constantly growing pile of dishes while Kei handled the serving.

"Hahahaha! Must be rough for you! Being a pirate captain certainly has it's perks" said the man "I never really have to wash dishes for one."

That being mentioned Harry took a closer look at the man and noticed that while seemingly relaxed, he did have a slight dangerous feeling aura to him. Now curious Harry shrugged his shoulders at the man's earlier comment. "Which crew?" he asked.

"Ah", the man perked up and grinned widely "Spade pirates! Ever heard of us? We are quite new, but I'd say we've already gained some recognition" he started explaining excitedly.

CRASH!

"WISKEY, I SAID! NOT BEER, YOU BITCH!"

The sound of racked startled Harry who jumped from his seat to look what was going on in the bar. In a town like this, most people kept an eye on all bigger pirates and stronger rookies so Harry immediately recognized the man causing the hassle. Rock Fist Iwako was a big time rookie pirate, known for his ruthlessness.

The large man was holding a furious looking Kei by the shirt and Harry felt his blood run cold with anger and fear for his friend. Barely conscious of what he was doing he acted. Jumping over the counter Harry started advising, his right hand reaching for his pocket for a weapon. Throwing his hand forward a dagger came out and almost pierced the pirate's hand, getting his attention.

"And what do you want, squint?" asked the man with a mean look in his eyes.

Slowing down, Harry tried to remain calm and pointed at the big sign hanging on one of the bars walls saying "NO FIGHTING IN THE BAR". "Can't you read? Or are you dumb?" Harry asked. 'Oh bugger. Well that's a brilliant idea Harry. Make the mad big-ass pirate even more mad! Great. How stupid can you be!?'

Something seemed to snap in Rock Fist Iwako's head at the comment and the now enraged pirate threw Kei, who he was still holding, at the ground and lunged at Harry. Expecting this already, Harry felt his "magic" gathering and held another dagger at hand, ready to defend.

The fist that was aiming for him changed into rock. 'Devil's fruit user!' Crouching down Harry quickly avoided the hit and seeing an opening he made to stab the man in the gut using all his strength.

'Fuck'

That was all Harry could think when his dagger simply scraped the rock-man's stomach. Gulping he felt sweat roll down his spine.

Harry looked up and saw his opponent smirking. "Are you trying to tickle me squint?" asked Rock Fist. Hurriedly scrambling backwards Harry tried to get some space but he was too slow. The next blow send him flying to near the counter, knocking down tables and leaving his head spinning.

A pair of sandaled legs appeared next to his head as Harry made to sit up from the floor. "Gotta admit, for a waiter you sure have some guts. I'm impressed." Looking up he saw the man he had been talking to earlier, staring down at him. "You just lay there and rest for a bit. I'll handle this one"

That said the man stepped forward, his eyes locked on Iwako. Smirking he took a stace and said "Well, well. Let's see, whose gonna win then. Rock Fist or Fire Fist?"

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