A/N: I am sooooooooo sorry this is so late! I got a little stuck in the Potions class part (it wouldn't come out the way I wanted it to, and midterms are coming up… next week, I think, so I need to study also. Thank you to my reviewers who made me get off my lazy bum and climb over the writer's block that was sitting on the Potions class!!!

I did my best to get this up before the site went down again. I had it ready yesterday, but I couldn't get it uploaded or anything! Stupid internet...

Disclaimer: Not mine, never claimed to be. Thank you Rowling for creating them and giving us permission to play with the pretties every now and then.

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Previously:

Harry collapsed on the bed, after hiding a dagger under the pillow—just in case. Blaise laughed as he claimed his own bed, grinning.

"It'll get easier Harry, I promise. We'll make sure you're up in time for classes." The pirate boy only made a muffled sound, either agreement or just noise, and tugged the curtains closed, falling quickly asleep. After all, tomorrow would be the first day of classes, and he needed time for his training. Jack wouldn't be happy if he slacked off just because of school!

His last thought was one of the Pearl and her crew, before he slid into the all-encompassing darkness of sleep.

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Chapter 3

Harry's internal clock woke him up the next morning, two hours before the sun rose. He rolled out of the bed, glancing around the room, and quickly changed his clothes. He had noticed that others had some sort of uniform, but he ignored that in favor of his regular clothes. Besides, he hadn't bought the uniform anyway. After giving his face a quick splashing, he slid several daggers onto his person, tucked his sword into his belt, two pistols into hidden holsters, and picked up one of the robe things that he decided he was going to avoid wearing as much as possible. That done, he stepped outside the room and entered the Slytherin common room, peering around the room in search of the door that would lead him out. All of this was done in near silence, since the others were all still very fast asleep.

It was as he was walking aimlessly through the halls for a moment, deciding to wander a bit before using his wind powers to lead him to the outside, that a silvery form materialized in front of him. He reacted instantly, sword sliding out to hover at the neck of the… well, it seemed to be a transparent man in a cloak with a ghastly silver stain on it. He blinked, and the man nodded appreciatively to him.

"Very good reflexes, young man." Harry's eyes narrowed.

"Who are ye?" The ghost—for that's what it must be, strange as it seemed—raised an eyebrow.

"I am the Bloody Baron, of course. None of your Housemates told you?" Harry relaxed faintly, lowering his sword to point at the ground.

"They tol' me 'bout ye, bu' I dinna see wha' ye looked like. Honored t' meet ye." The Bloody Baron smiled slightly in reply.

"And the same to you, young sailor. May I ask what you are doing up so early?" The boy shrugged his shoulder loosely.

"'Twould be m' watch hours now. I figured I migh' 's well do some trainin' wi' m' sword an' such so that I don' get out o' shape." A pleased smile crossed the ghosts face and he nodded.

"I believe I have the right place for you, young man. It used to be used much more in the earlier years of this school, but I'm afraid that when training of the body began to go out of fashion for these wizards, it was forgotten. I would enjoy seeing it used again. If you'll follow me…?" Harry eyed him for a moment, then shrugged and nodded. The Baron smiled and floated down the hallway, Harry following.

Several minutes later they reached a plain door in the lower regions of the dungeons. The wood had several rune-like figures carved into it. Harry was going to open the door when he froze and looked at the runes again. Eyes narrowed, he ran his fingers over one of the carvings, then turned to the Baron.

"C'n ye tell wha' this says?" The Baron tilted his head slightly as he examined the door, then shook his head.

"Not really. I think it says something about a future, a ship, and a… looks like visit, but it might be trip. I can't pick out the rest of them, sadly." Harry just frowned and opened the door, closing it behind him, as the ghost floated through the wall.

Inside, the room was very large, and seemed to be separated into sections. There was one section that had several targets set up, stuffed with straw and placed at different positions, angles, and distances. There was a small selection of bows and arrows near the spot. Past that was a large collection of swords and other blades, as well as a few axes and maces, hanging on the wall. A large clear area was provided for practice and spars. There seemed to be some sort of obstacle course and track at the far side of the room that looked interesting, as well as a collection of other miscellaneous things on the other side of the room.

Harry looked around with a grin, then stopped by the bows and arrows. He glanced at them for a moment, then at the ghost.

"I don' suppose ye know a spell or wha' 'ave ye t' keep unlimited ammunition o' somethin'?" The ghost grinned slightly, faded eyes glinting.

"Let me teach you something, lad. Give your wand a wave, point at the weapon, and say 'Multiplicus Permeantos'." Harry raised an eyebrow, but pulled out one of his pistols—which only caused the ghost to raise an eyebrow—and cast the spell. The gun glowed for a moment, then faded back to its regular faint sheen. The pirate picked it up again, aimed at one of the targets, and began firing rapidly. Bullets shot through the air, burying themselves into the target, which took it's beating with considerably good resistance. Long after the weapon would normally have run out, it was still firing strong. Harry grinned.

"Now this is handy." He cast it on his other gun, mentally reminding himself to do it to his others later, and glanced over at the Baron. The transparent man grinned.

"I think we're going to get along very well together. Call me Rentahl." The pirate gave a quick salute.

"'Arry Sparrow, a' yer service."

Outside the room, in the deserted hallway, the tattered sails on the carving of a seafaring ship billowed faintly in a non-existent wind.

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The occupants of Hogwarts were treated to a late arrival of their new time traveler student and their resident Slytherin ghost at breakfast that morning. Harry walked through one of the open doors, holding a lively conversation with the most feared ghost at Hogwarts. The students began to quiet as they noticed, which led the teachers to look over at the doors and notice the pair. Harry reached the spot he had sat at the night before and took the seat again, finishing his discussion with a smile. The ghost nodded back and disappeared. Harry served himself what looked the most like something he'd eat on the Pearl, and began to eat. About a minute later, he looked up.

"Wha'?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"That was the Bloody Baron, you know." Harry waved a hand.

"'S tha' all? Rentahl's no' tha' bad, ye know." The nearest Slytherins blinked, and Draco gaped at him slightly.

"He told you his name?!" Harry blinked at him.

"Yah, so?" Draco began to splutter in disbelief, and Blaise took over for him.

"What Draco's surprised about is that the Bloody Baron has never told any of the students his name, even though Draco's been dying to figure it out for seven years." Harry shrugged.

"Tha's nice. Pass the wat'r?" He returned to his meal, tuning out the whispers around him.

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As breakfast was coming to an end, Ron was still going on about how the Sparrow boy had been all friendly with the Slytherin ghost. Nearly-Headless Nick interrupted him as he was starting his rant all over again.

"Really Ronald, I think you're going a bit overboard. The Baron said he seems like a perfectly normal young man, and one that truly knows the old customs. You could learn something from him." The ghost drifted off, leaving Ron speechless. Hermione smirked slightly.

"Yes Ron, you could learn something. Like Potions, for instance, because if we don't leave now, we'll be late." It was true; all the teachers and students were heading for the doors. Ron groaned.

"And we have double Potions with the Slytherins! Do you think you could tell Snape I'm sick, 'Mione?" The Head Girl glared at him and he simply sighed, getting up and heading to the dungeons with the rest of the Gryffindor seventh years. They passed Harry, Zabini, and Malfoy in the halls as they went there. Malfoy sneered at them.

"Well if it isn't the 'Savior' and his little friends!" Hermione scowled at him.

"Your warning, Malfoy, before I take points off." The blonde held up his hands in mock-fear.

"Ooooh, I'm scared, the Mudblood's threatening me!" All of the Gryffindors tensed up and Ron clenched his fists, eyes blazing.

"Malfoy…" Pale grey eyes turned to the redhead.

"Ah, my favorite Weasel! I hadn't seen you! Are those new robes? Could your family actually afford it?" Ron drew his arm back and threw a punch at the blonde's face. Harry was instantly there, catching the fist tightly in his own hand, face bland.

"I b'lieve we 'ave a class now, d' we no'? Grang'r, in't it? Min' showin' me the way?" He ignored the stunned looks the others, both Gryffindors and Slytherins, were casting him, and merely raised an eyebrow in question to her silence. He still had not let go of Ron's fist, and the boy was slowly turning red in the face. Hermione cleared her throat.

"Uh, I mean, of course. Um…" She glanced at Ron, then at his fist in Harry's hand. Harry smiled and dropped the fist, smiling politely at the Head Girl.

"After ye, lass." She dropped her eyes slightly and nodded, leading the way to the dungeons, with Harry following closely behind. The Gryffindors and Slytherins remained where they were, staring after.

"Did he…" "What did she…" "Did that…" Dumbledore exited the Hall, then, passing them and stopping to look back with a twinkle in his eye.

"Don't you all have a class to get to?" With a start, they all raced for the Potions classroom, cursing softly under their breaths.

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Harry chuckled softly as he and Hermione reached the classroom, amusement flickering in his green eyes. He nodded politely to her.

"Than' ye very much, lass. Ye're top studen', from wha' I un'erstan'?" She blushed slightly and nodded, eyes darting to look around the hallway. The pirate glanced at her.

"D'ye thin' ye c'n si' wi' me fer the firs' class 'ere? I fear blowin' the place up." She laughed softly, brown eyes glittering.

"I can see how that would be a reasonable fear. I can sit with you for this class, of course. Ready to go in?" Harry grinned.

"Na'urally. Wha' d' I nee' t' get ou' fer this class?" The pair entered the classroom and took a seat, chatting amiably. Just seconds before Professor Snape stalked into the classroom, the other Gryffindors and Slytherins skidded into the room, claiming seats quickly. The Gryffindors kept leveling glares at the new Slytherin, while the Slytherins seemed to divide their glares among Hermione and Sparrow. The glares all ended abruptly when Snape entered, scowling at them all. The tall man scanned the room for a moment, then flicked his wand to the board. As writing scrawled across it, he glared at the students.

"There's your instructions. Get to work." He took a seat, watching as the class set up their cauldrons and began to follow the instructions.

Hermione muttered the directions to herself softly as she chopped and mixed her ingredients. She glanced over to Harry at her side and her eyes widened slightly. Frowning, she glanced at her own cauldron for a minute, then at Harry's again. Her potion was a light periwinkle blue, but Harry's was a deep black, and he was grinding up what looked like Dugbog fins. She leaned over slightly to whisper earnestly to him.

"What are you doing?? Dugbog fins aren't part of the Flame-resistance Potion!" He whispered back to her as he tipped the ground fins into the potion and gave it a few quick stirs.

"'Course 'tis, I coul' do this 'un in m'sleep!" He handled the knife with deadly accuracy as he quickly sliced up Shrake spines. Before Hermione could say anything else, Snape was standing next to them, peering into the cauldrons.

"I must say, I don't think I've ever seen such an interesting failure before. Mister Sparrow-" As the teacher had been talking, Harry had finished his slicing and dropped the pieces in carefully, stirring once in a figure eight. The potion swirled into a medium blue-violet, which was a slightly darker color of the potion sitting on Snape's desk—the potion they were supposed to make. He glanced up at the professor.

"Yes sir?" The man frowned down into the cauldron.

"Where was the point in that order of brewing, Mister Sparrow? And why did you use ingredients not on the board?" The pirate's green eyes glittered in faint amusement.

"I was makin' a Flame-resistance potion, sir. O' course, it had t' be strong 'nough t' work 'gainst lightnin' an' in the middle o' the ocean. Wi'ou' the Shrake spines, i' wouldn' las' long in the water, an' ye'd 'ave t' re'pply it. An' the other 'gredients jus' let ye put in the spines wi'ou' blowin' the whole thin' up. I've made it plen'y o' times b'fore sir." Professor Snape nodded slightly, examining the potion which he ladled up. He replaced the ladle in the cauldron.

"Very well done, Mister Sparrow. Five points to Slytherin; please bottle it and place it on my desk." The soft clicking of the beads was the only sound in the room, aside from the bubbling of cauldrons, as students returned to their work and Harry walked up to drop the vials up at the professor's desk. Once he returned to his seat, he, to all appearances, stared at the air next to his hand. In truth, however, he was listening as the small air elements told him everything that had happened in the castle since breakfast. The little creatures were great at spreading gossip—though sometimes he wondered if the female members of the crew were better.

Fifteen minutes later, he dismissed them with a slight wave of his hand, looking up right before Snape dismissed the class. He met up with Blaise and Draco as they headed out of the dungeon.

"Where t' next?" Blaise glanced down at the schedule he held in one hand.

"DADA, with Professor Potter. Then we have lunch, Muggle Studies, and CoMC." The pirate nodded silently as they headed up the stairs. He started slightly when one of the stairs next to them began to move, but calmed himself quickly as he remembered Ollivander's advice. They reached the DADA classroom without any more surprises after that, though he kept a wary eye on the stairs.

This class was also shared with Gryffindors, which made him raise an eyebrow. It seemed the Headmaster was determined to ignore the rivalry between the two houses, and putting them together didn't help the problem. Although, it's not like Harry cared that much—all he had to remember to do was not pull his weapons on any of the people that kept annoying him and asking him questions. Seeing as people from both houses were doing that, he felt no house rivalry. Just plain annoyance.

He was brought out of his musings by the door opening and their professor entering the room. An emerald eye glanced to his sides—he had apparently sat down next to one of the Gryffindors, a short boy with brown hair, blue eyes, and a round face. Blaise sat on his other side, looking up at the professor. James Potter ran a hand through his hair and smiled at the class.

"Hello again all, and welcome Mister Sparrow, to the DADA class. For those of you who don't know or have a really bad memory and forgot me over the summer, I am Professor Potter. This year is your NEWT year, making it your most important. Next year you go out into the world, and even though Voldemort has been defeated 16 years ago, it is still important to know how to defend yourself, especially as the next Dark Lord might rise any time soon." He drew his wand.

"I think the first thing we'll try this year is the Patronus Charm. Who can tell me something about this charm? Miss Granger, please." Harry glanced over at Hermione, who looked pleased as she began to explain.

"The Patronus Charm is used mainly against Dementors, though it works on Lethifolds as well. It's incantation is Expecto Patronum and requires a happy memory to perform. A corporeal patronus usually takes the shape of something you associate with protection." Potter grinned.

"Very good Miss Granger, two points to Gryffindor. We'll try performing it today. First, is there anyone who already can?" He glanced around the room but saw no raised hands.

"Very well. I'll give a small demonstration before we begin." He raised his wand, pointed it at the empty area near his desk, and spoke the incantation.

"Expecto Patronum!" There was a silvery light, then a large wolf burst out of the end of his wand and circled the room once, then turned back to James and bowed his head slightly before disappearing. Potter smiled as he turned back to the class.

"Begin. And don't be upset if all you get is a mist or if you get nothing—this is a very advanced charm and takes a long time to get." As he got up and began to walk among the class, the class began to talk while they worked on the spell. Next to Harry, the brown haired boy smiled and held out his hand.

"Hi! I'm Neville Longbottom." Harry raised an eyebrow slightly but shook the hand warily, lips twitching slightly in a smile.

"Harry Sparrow. Pleased t' meet'cha." They turned back to their charms, trying to get the Patronus to emerge. Neville scrunched his face up in concentration as he spoke the words.

"Expecto Patronum!" There was a soft shimmer at the tip of his wand, but nothing came out. Harry searched through his own memory to find one of his happiest memories. It took a moment or two, but he finally decided on the time he returned to the Pearl after being on the island with Akare for a year. The memory was clear enough for him to remember the sound of the waves and scent of the sea, as well as the slight warmth on his skin from the sun. And, of course, there was Jack, looking as proud as any man could be, as he welcomed him back onto the ship. Smiling faintly, Harry waved his wand.

"Expecto Patronum!!" For a moment it didn't look like anything was going to happen, and he almost lowered his wand, when there was a soft creaking sound. Seconds later, a large ship appeared in front of him, floating on mist that acted as water. The Patronus Pearl had everything from the billowing tattered sails that he knew were black to the buckets and scrub brushes that were always piled in the corner and used to swab the decks. He grinned widely at the silver ship that hovered in front of him. One hand reached out and curved with the hull of the ship, though he didn't try to touch it. A moment later, it faded away with the soft caw of a sea gull. The room was quiet for a moment, almost as though no one wished to break the spell, then Professor Potter smiled.

"Congratulations Mister Sparrow, twenty points to Slytherin for a well done Patronus!" Harry chuckled softly as he turned to help Blaise correct his wand movement slightly, emerald eyes still shining at having seen the beloved ship again, even if it wasn't real or life sized.

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The other classes and the next week passed in much the same manner, though Harry had a lot to catch up with in Muggle Studies. Professor Evans did her best to help him out, seeing as while even the purebloods knew something of electricity, it didn't even exist in his time period and he couldn't seem to wrap his mind around it.

He had been amused in Care of Magical Creatures, where they were learning about the giant squid in Hogwarts' lake. While most of the students knew about it, they didn't know much about what it was or anything like that, so it was an interesting lesson.

His transfiguration needed some work, though he thought it rather stupid—what use could he possibly have for changing a fish into a teapot? Nevertheless, he told himself he would pay more attention in the class of the Gryffindor Head of House, if just so she couldn't look down her nose at him when he told her this. (Granted, it probably hadn't been one of his best ideas, but still…)

Herbology was interesting, seeing as he had hardly even touched plants that were still in the ground that weren't something he could use. Despite this, his earth elemental powers helped him through it, letting him know exactly what he was supposed to do when he didn't bother to listen to the teacher. He was still getting it through his mind that they had these places called 'greenhouses', which were all warm like his home.

Charms was another interesting class, but he actually paid attention—after all, it was a charm that the Bloody Baron had taught him to use on his guns, so there might well be something else he could use. And the little professor who taught it amused him to no end, so it had good entertainment value as well.

The Flying class (which, admittedly, most of the upper students just used as practice or a study period) had been postponed—apparently a trio of younger students had decided to prank the broomshed, and it hadn't gotten cleared out yet. The Ancient Runes class with Professor Laurel was interesting, but again, Harry had to have some extra help so he was caught up.

Harry was sitting at the Slytherin table, poking at his food at lunch one day and wondering if he was allowed to turn the pumpkin juice into rum, when his ring tingled. Startled emerald green eyes snapped up, beads clacking together faintly. A small smile stretched across his lips.

"Jack."

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A/N: I have 19 reviews total!! Awesome! Thank you everybody who reviewed! I love you all!! Have a Harry-cookie. D

Review Responses:

Uten: Shhhh! Don't tell anyone about the little plot point you discovered! (But I won't tell you what part of your review it is… I think you can guess, though.) I'm glad you think I did the accent well—that's the part I was most worried about, I think. As to exactly how many weapons he's carrying… not quite sure. D Personally, I think with the robes and stuff, they have enough room for a few… and he's not wearing the uniform, but his regular clothes, just with a robe on over. I'm really glad you like it. Thanks for the review!

Mikito: Thank you for your review! I'm glad you like it. Hope this is soon enough! (Got your review and went opened this up to keep writing. D)

Krys: Ah, woe is me, for I have been neglected yet again… add in other dramatic stuff lol, s'ok, I don't mind. I just wish the two crying kids would shut up. Argh. Can I please send my cousins back to WI?

SlythsRule: Thanks, I'm glad you like it! I hope this is soon enough for you!

Ultima-03: reviewed chapter 1 thanks, I'm glad you like it! Make sure you look at Darkwolfe and The Red Dragons Order 's stories. They're both really good.

ToushinisKing: lol, I'm glad you like it! I hope more people do HP/PotC crossovers too. They're lots of fun!

Beast210: I know—more people should write them! Hopefully I inspire someone. As for Harry getting into Slytherin—sorry you didn't like it that much, but hey—he's a pirate, and they're sneaky and destroy stuff and steal and all that fun stuff, so they have to be cunning to survive, and Harry's been surviving since he was 10 months. So it kind of makes sense he'd go to Slytherin. I'm glad you've kept reading, even if you didn't like that part!

Silver-Entrantress-Elf: Haha, here you go. More! Sorry it took so long.

Lunawolf: Glad you like it! It might be discovered—we'll just have to find out, won't we? Also—they probably will, but I think we'll see next chapter! (Aren't you excited? D)

Jolly Rancher: (reviewed ch. 2) Glad you didn't think it was rushed. (You sure? I really thought it was. Maybe it's just me.) I was soooooooo tempted to go right to the present—I had to force myself to write that chapter! Parts of this one too, which is why it took so long.

Scapao: Sure! Here it is!

Black-Raven3: Okay, I updated! And thanks—you were one of the reviews that got me writing again, since I figured it had been a long time since I had.

Whydoyouneedtoknow: Thank you!! You were the main reviewer that got me writing again. (mostly 'cause I love your stories and was so happy you came and reviewed mine. ) They might! Would make for a funny bit, wouldn't it? D As for Ron and Hermione… you never know! (neither do I!) Harry will probably make friends with Hermione (as seen in this chapter), but they will not become a trio—it's too late in their school time for that. Glad you liked chapter 2, I was worried about that chapter.

Ares: lol, okay, I'll make a list. Glad you asked! Maybe you'll make one for me with your fic… D Just look down a little more for the list.

List of characters and roles:

Jack Sparrow: Captain of the Black Pearl; finds Harry, raises him.

Harry 'Sparrow' Potter: Harry Potter by birth, Harry Sparrow from age 10 months and older. Stolen from mother, goes to past, comes back to future at 17. Gets Sorted into Slytherin, seventh year at Hogwarts.

Anamarie: Female pirate on the Pearl; acts somewhat like a mother-figure for Harry.

Akare Solon: The old man we met in Chapter 2 at the island. Became Harry's mentor for magic while he was in the past.

Lily Potter: Harry's mother; Matt's mother; 'Professor Evans' of Muggle Studies at Hogwarts.

James Potter: Harry's father, Matt's father, DADA teacher at Hogwarts.

Remus Lupin: friend of the Potters; CoMC teacher at Hogwarts. Werewolf.

Matt Potter: the child that Lily and James had after Harry was stolen and presumed dead; 15 years old. Fifth year Gryffindor at Hogwarts.

Chase Fideth: Matt's friend. 15 years old, fifth year Gryffindor at Hogwarts. Last name means 'Rain Eternal'. (dunno why, it was cool.)

Ginny Weasley: 16 years old, sixth year Gryffindor at Hogwarts. Youngest Weasley, only girl child.

Leanne Armahs: 16 years old, sixth year Gryffindor at Hogwarts. Friend of Ginny. Last name means 'Gold Mage'. Chosen because of her hair color, and she's a witch. D (I couldn't find 'witch' or 'wizard' for the second half of the name, so I went with mage.)

Ron Weasley: 17 year old, seventh year Gryffindor at Hogwarts. Youngest boy Weasley, friend of Neville and Hermione.

Hermione Granger: 17 year old, seventh year Gryffindor at Hogwarts. Head Girl, 'bookworm', friend of Neville and Ron.

Neville Longbottom: 17 years old, seventh year Gryffindor at Hogwarts. 'Boy-Who-Lived', friend of Hermione and Ron. (The star-shaped scar under his left ear is the mark of the killing curse.)

Blaise Zabini: 17 year old, seventh year Slytherin at Hogwarts. Friend of Draco, becomes friend and guide of Harry.

Draco Malfoy: 17 year old, seventh year Slytherin at Hogwarts. Friend of Blaise, becomes friend of Harry.

Teachers: For the regular teachers and stuff (except the 3 I mentioned here) they're listed in that paragraph at the feast. I think Blaise said it.

Ollivander: wand maker who helped Harry get settled in the future. (Nice old man. D)

For those wondering about why Neville is the BWL—The night that Lily and James died in canon is the 31st of October, when Harry was 15 months old. (hey, that's the age of my little cousin…) Harry was stolen at age 10 months, so he wasn't there October 31st. Because he had been gone for 5 months, Voldemort knew he wasn't there and therefore didn't bother going after the Potters—there was no child born as the seventh month wanes. Neville was, though, so Voldemort went after him—and marked him as his equal (the scar). Because I want Voldemort dead in this story, so I don't have to worry about writing him (he's not what the story is about), Dumbledore was able to respond as soon as the Longbottoms were found and made it there in time to catch the spirit of Voldemort and destroy it. So he's dead. I don't believe that Voldemort transferred some of his powers to Harry, though, so he didn't transfer any to Neville either. Harry, however, has Parseltongue and stuff because he already had it, according to my beliefs. Hope that all made sense!

-Kaaera