I'm sorry these are so short. And that I've been forgetting the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry, Draco, Ron, or the wizarding world. And I don't own Jack, Will, or Port Royal either. Boo.
Thanks for reading :D
That afternoon, the boys and I got to know each other. They told me that their school had sent all of their students in groups of three to different places in the world. I learned that Draco was rather wealthy (Harry and Ron rolled their eyes at this…apparently, the three of them didn't always get on so well). However, I took great interest in Harry. He, like me, was an orphan. We both had a dark past, although I was very unsure of mine. I also noticed another thing I had in common with him: a scar. His was on his forehead, almost hidden beneath his messy hair, and it formed the shape of a lightning bolt. Mine was on my chest, generally hidden from the world—though that pirate had seen it. And as for Ronald, I had a feeling that the two of us would be great friends. The three of them talked about their pals back at home (Harry and Ron claimed that Draco was an arrogant bully git who had no friends, but Draco said otherwise). Harry mentioned Hermione, his other best friend. From what they told me, she was a very intelligent and sweet girl, and I took notice to the color of Ron's face whenever Harry brought her up in the conversation.
And as for me…I told them everything. That is, everything I knew about myself. I told them that when I was younger, a man named William Turner found me on the shores of Port Royal. He took to me instantly, naming me Katherine Elizabeth Turner. I stayed in his blacksmith shop, helping him make tools and deliveries. He taught me to fight enemies and hate pirates (though he hadn't succeeded in the latter concept; I had secretly had a fascination with pirates). I even told them Will's story. Elizabeth Swann rescued him at sea years ago. He was an orphan, just like me. Maybe that's why we got along so well. My scar? I decided to leave that part out. There wasn't much I knew about it, after all. It was shaped as some weird symbol, and I figured one of my real parents had given it to me. I decided it was best that my new friends didn't even know it was there.
After hours of conversation, I decided it was time to go to bed. Kissing each boy on the cheek goodnight, I took off my boots and climbed under the sheets.
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"Is she asleep?"
"How could I possibly know that, Potter?"
"Go over and check."
"With pleasure."
"NEVERMIND, I'll do it!"
"Be quiet guys, you'll wake her!"
"Shut up, Weasel! I'll go over and check…idiots…." Draco stood up and walked over to Katherine's bed. He crouched down close to her face to listen to her breathing. Sure enough, she was drawing long, slow breaths. He looked behind him to see if the other two were watching. They appeared to be in a hushed conversation. He gently pulled her blankets back and pulled at the collar of her shirt.
There it was. A scar with an odd shape that seemed strikingly familiar. *I recognize this…* And so he did. His thoughts flashed back to 10 years ago when his father used to tell him stories of pirates, and in particular, the greatest pirate who ever lived. And there was that symbol. He remembered asking his father to show him the drawing…show him the symbol again and again…but what did it mean? *The pirate…he recognized it too…*
"Oy! Malfoy!" Harry's harsh whisper pulled him out of his thoughts. "What do you think you're doing? Come back here!" Draco quickly pulled Katherine's sheets back up and gave her one last glance.
"Yes, mother." Draco headed not for Potter, but for the window.
"Where are you going?" Ron asked as Draco swung one leg over to jump out.
"Where I go and what I do is none of your business, Weasley."
"But we have to—"
"I know, Weasley. We have to stay together. And as much as I don't want to return, I'll be back. So try not to miss me too much, eh boys?"
"Shove off, then." Harry leaned against the headboard of his new bed and let his eyes wander to Kate's sleeping figure.
"Gladly. Oh—two things, Potter. Firstly, don't try anything while I'm gone." He nodded in Kate's direction. "And secondly, you have an owl." And without another word, Draco slid out the window and landed with a soft thud.
"Where do you think he went?" Ron inquired, looking out the window to see which direction Draco headed.
"Who cares. The longer he's gone, the better."
"True. AGH! WHAT THE—" Harry turned to see that a brown owl had collided with Ron's face and then flew over to settle on the corner of their bed, leaving Ron sputtering and spitting out feathers.
"This must be from Hermione." The owl gave a cheerful hoot and stuck out its leg to reveal a letter addressed to him and Ron. He took it and gave the owl a pat, after which it flew out the window and settled in a nearby tree.
"What does it say?" Ron was plucking the last few feathers off of his shirt and flicking them out the window.
Harry glanced at Kate to make sure the owl hadn't woken her. She was still asleep, one hand above her head, the other across her stomach. He watched her chest rise and fall a few times before he opened the envelope, unfolded the letter, and began to read.
"Dear Harry and Ronald,
Oh, how I miss you both! Parvati, Padma, and I are getting along marvelously, but it isn't the same without you two here. We just arrived in Ireland this afternoon, and we are staying in the city of Limerick with Bridget Reilly. She is a lovely woman who owns a clothing store and was looking for some interns. We begin work for her tomorrow morning.
I'm so worried about the both of you! Keep an eye on Malfoy; I'm not very sure about him. I hope to hear from you soon, and can't wait to see you two again!
-Hermione."
"At least she's doing alright." Ron was lying at the foot of the bed, looking up at the ceiling. "I really miss her, mate."
Harry suddenly felt uncomfortable and looked once again over at Kate. "Yeah…but I'm sure this summer won't be so bad."
Ron sat up suddenly. "You don't think Malfoy's up to something…shady…do you?"
Harry shrugged. "If he is, he won't get away with it as long as I'm around."
