With Fred and George Weasley...

"Where are we Gred?" asked George.

"No idea Forge," Fred answered in awe. They both studied the town that they were standing in. To Fred and George, it looked like they were standing in a sort of market area. It was hard to tell though because there were no people; no one selling goods or buying them... it was quite eery really. Both wizards had their wands out, just in case. With their track record, it's really wouldn't be surprising if they ran into trouble.

George suddenly put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "I can hear something," he explained. "Listen."

Fred listened for a sound and heard. It sounded like drums playing in the distance. The curious Weasley twins walked towards the sound. It led them towards what seemed to be a gathering of sorts. All of the people they couldn't find in the market area all seemed to be right there, all looking towards the same direction.

"What on earth do you think these people are doing?"

George looked just as confused as his brother. "I'm not sure, but I intend to find out." George began walking forward, shoving his way past the people.

"Right behind you," Fred said. The Weasley twins shoved and pushed, people cursing and threatening them along the way in response. Eventually, the identical twins made it through the people and in front of the crowd. When they finally saw what everyone had been gawking at, it filled them with dread.

"The king and his men stole the queen from her bed," a young boy started to sing from the gallows, the rope around his neck doing nothing to deter him. "And bound her in her boat."

"The seas be ours."

"And by the powers."

"Where we will, we'll roam."

Soon, others voices from the gallows joined the boy's song.

" Yo, ho, haul together,"

"Hoist the colors high."

"Heave ho, thieves and beggars,"

"Never shall we die."

The Weasley twins searched the crowd helplessly, hoping someone would put an end to this madness. They enjoyed a good joke from time to time, but there was nothing funny about watching people with ropes around their necks who are about to be executed. There was absolutely nothing funny about a kid as young as that boy being sentenced hang to death. Hell, he was much younger than their sister. Fred noticed someone in some old naval wear, who looked to be in charge, suddenly made some sort of signal to the executioner standing on the gallows. To his horror, the man nodded and began to move the lever. It was time to act.

Fred pointed his wand at the executioner with his wand. "Stupify!" The execution was hit with such force, he flew off the stage and onto the ground and fell unconscious, before he could end the lives of those people.

George wasted no time helping. "Diffindo!" He yelled, aiming for the ropes that hung around the people's necks. George managed to sever all of the ropes from their hooks, freeing all of those who were to be executed. "Run towards the shore!" The prisoners ran off the stage and into different directions as quickly as they could. The audience who had come to watch the execution began to panic, they ran to get away from the chaos. The officers that were watching the whole affair found themselves caught in the confusion.

Cutler Beckett had watched the people with a smug smile. Finally he was going to clean up the stain on society that were pirates. 'It won't do to have pirates still sailing our waters,' Beckett thought to himself primly. 'Now that they have sung their song, my plan can come into fruition,' Beckett thought to himself with a smugly look, one that reminds one of a cat lapping up its milk. 'Now I just need to find where the Pirate Lords meet; once I do that, I can get rid of all of them.' When the prisoners on the stage had almost reached the end of their song, Beckett had signalled the executioner to pull the switch. Just when the prisoners were about to hang to death, pandemonium started.

The executioner was blown away and fell off of the platform. Then all of the ropes that were attached from the prisoner's necks were somehow cut from the platform. He heard a voice telling the prisoners to run towards the shores. The prisoners were escaping. His naval officers attempted to run after them, but the crowd was also running around in different directions. Beckett frowned. 'Who is doing this?' Beckett checked the audience carefully. The culprit obviously had to be close by. He didn't notice anything unusual at first.'There!'

Two redheaded men seemed to be attacking his men in some way or other. One of them pulled something out of his pocket and threw it at one of his officers. A thick gas engulfed the man. Cutler could hear the man coughing inside the smoke. Other officers ran into the smoke. When the smoke dissipated, the men's pristine appearance looked like someone had thrown a container of pink paint on them and their hairs seemed to be standing on end. Cutler could feel the fire of his anger rising by these turn of events. 'These miserable wretches are making my men look like complete fools!' Cutler turned to his second-in-command. "Seize them and bring them to me," he growled. Cutler's second nodded and yelled the order.

Fred and George laughed at the turn of events. "It looks like our product worked Fred," George declared, chuckling.

"And quite beautifully I might add George," Fred stated. The men tried everything to wipe the paint from their faces or clothes. The twins even heard some yelling about how they became covered in paint.

"Seize them!" Someone yelled. The men seemed to snap out of their confusion and began running towards the twins with their swords.

"Time-," Fred started.

"To-," George said.

"RUN!" They both yelled. The twins ran, chased after the group behind them.

With Luna and Neville…

Luna began wiping off the blood on Will's back. Will hissed. "Sorry about that," Luna said softly.

"It's fine," Will stated. With the way he had been whipped earlier, he knew that the discomfort he was going through was necessary. They fell into silence.

Neville walked over, breathing hard. He had just finished cleaning up all of the blood from the deck. It had made for a gruesome sight and he had to keep cleaning until one of the crew was satisfied that all the blood was out. Considering how many times the strange Captain had whipped him with that cat-o-nine… Neville felt the guilt bubble in his stomach; this stranger had only gotten that lashing after standing up for him and Luna. Neville sat down next to Luna and took a good look at the stranger. "I never got to thank you for before," Neville started.

Will waved him off from his position in the cot. "It was nothing," he said, raising his head to look at Neville. "I am Will Turner. Are you and your sister alright?"

"I'm Neville Longbottom and this is Luna Lovegood; she's not actually my sister," Neville quickly explained, "and we're fine- shouldn't we be asking you that? We're not the ones who got our backs slashed."

Will laughed, even though it hurt his back to even move. "I do suppose you're right about that."

Luna stopped putting ointments on Will's back. "I'm done now."

Will got up from his position on his stomach. He slowly on his shirt, gritting his teeth against the pain. "Thank you." Will turned towards the two children. 'Not quite children,' Will thought to himself. He remembered when he was this age; before he became a man grown. It was a strange transition for him; not quite a child, but not quite an adult either. But that was a different story that had nothing to do with what was going on today. "So what brings you on the Flying Dutchman?"

"Flying Dutchman?" Neville asked. "Is that what this ship is called?"

Will was going to answer when another of the strange crew members barged into the the space and growled, "Get to work you lazy slugs! Or else!"

The three decided not to test the man (or was it even human? Shark?) and rushed out onto the deck and towards the deck and started working vigorously.

(A few weeks later)

With Harry, Draco and Ginny…

Draco had just finished cataloging the Black Pearl's supplies. He had to shake his head at the pitiful state of the ship's supplies. 'Honestly there is nothing here but bloody rum,' Draco thought in disgust. Considering the captain of this vessel, Draco couldn't even pretend to be surprised. Draco smiled in amusement and got up from his desk. After a few weeks on this vessel, he had gotten really comfortable with the crew members as well as his crew was such a disorganized and pretty content bunch, he couldn't help but feel just as content. He honestly had never felt so free in his life with his parents and his supposed friends.

Instead of the outfit he had been wearing before, he was wearing brown breeches, a tunic and brown leather vest. He wore a leather belt with his wand attached for easy access. Draco grabbed his ledger and walked up towards the deck. The sun was shining brightly and there was a lot of activity going on. Draco walked towards the ship's wheel. Jack was busy studying that strange compass of his; Draco remembered when he pointed out to Jack that the compass didn't actually point north like normal. Draco had suggested that he get a new one. Jack dismissed it; stated that the compass pointed to what you wanted most. Draco didn't even try to understand that.

"Jack," Draco called out. Jack glanced in his direction.

"It's Captain-"

"I finished taking count of the supplies," Draco pressed on. "How much longer before we reach Tortuga? The only thing we have left is the rum. We're even running low on gunpowder and food."

Jack's lip twitched. "That's not good…"

Draco rolled his eyes. 'Of course it's not.'

"Almost there anyway," Jack said, turning the ship's wheel. "It should take less than a day."

Draco nodded. He decided to go find Ginny and Harry. He never thought in a million years that he would ever think about calling his supposed enemies by their first names. This quest had really shown Draco that they actually had a lot in common with each other. Without the Gryffindor/ Slytherin rivalry at school, they could get along just fine; especially when Draco wasn't being as snobby as he tended to be. It almost made him sad that they would have to return to their own time once Volde- He Who Must Not Be Named was stopped.

He spotted the red head. She had just finished bandaging one of the crew members. Ginny looked up and smiled. "So when are we supposed to be making port?"

He noticed Harry sleeping somewhere nearby. "Jack says we'll be in Tortuga in less than a day."

Ginny nodded. "Good. We really need to start looking for the others. Perhaps some of them landed in Tortuga."

"And what if their not in Tortuga. Of course this would be easier if we could use some sort of tracking spell to find them," Draco groaned.

"I know it sounds hopeless," Ginny agreed. "Not to mention that we still don't know where Voldemort and his followers are."

Draco flinched as soon as she said his name.

"Will you stop?" Ginny guffawed. "You're only making it worse when you avoid saying his name."

At that moment, Harry got up from his spot with a gasp. Both Draco and Ginny noticed that he was sweating; his green eyes looked wild and unseeing. Draco could recognized the throes of a nightmare. Ginny started rubbing Harry's back. "What's wrong?" Ginny asked.

"It's Voldemort," Harry gasped. Draco couldn't help the flinch that ran through his body. "I think I saw where he is."

Ginny hugged Harry. Draco and Ginny shared a look. The winds were changing; now their true mission was beginning.