A/N – Yes! Another chapter! Okay, I am hurting something fierce. I think its about time for my period. Yucky!! Er.. go read Battle of Brimstone Hill by Arquenniel. It is very funny, so, if you need a pick up or something, go read it. Either way, you will be amused by throwing vegetables. Trust me on this.

The Time Portal

Part 5 – Wizard Wharf and Horatio Snape

The wharf seem to go on for what looked to be miles. It looked to be as wide as the street of Diagon Alley, but to the right was the ocean, which disappeared and seemed to go on forever. Sirius was overly curious and so he had to walk down that wharf and see just what it was all about. He found a little nook that was hidden by a dirty old curtain, the dog Jolly Roger disappeared inside and a few moments later the man Sirius Black stepped out. His tattered robe didn't look any worse for wear than what others were wearing. He was glad of that.

Finally among other magical people, Sirius felt a bit normal (well, for a wizard and mass murderer (which he wasn't) of course). No one took a second look at him either. No one ran away in a panic and no one pointed at him. It was just like old times, except he'd have his friends with him and they would have done more to that blighter of a monkey than just turning it pink. Shrugging, Sirius decided that a bit of looking around wouldn't hurt.

It was amazing what one could learn just by looking as if you aren't at all interested in what others were saying about you. Book stores were the best and the magical book stores sported high walls of books to look through. By pretending to look through the books and contemplate one before going on, a couple of witches completely ignored him.

In the end, Sirius learned that the English Navy employed Wizards of all sorts. It would be till a while later that it be forbidden to the Wizarding population any employ in the fleet or marines. Sirius knew from the old history books that his parents made him read that his sort would much rather sit back and let the muggles fight it out all they wanted. But, for a while, some wizards had wanted to make the muggle world better; especially Alexander the Great, who at one time had ruled a large amount of the Ancient population.

Well, the name Horatio Snape popped up, and that was the end of that. Sirius now knew the Captain that had attacked the Pearl, and not only that. But he learned that Horatio Snape had been awarded First Class Merlin. Shaking his head, Sirius figured it was about time to get back to the Pearl. He'd need to be there if he were to do anything to protect Sparrow. Of whom Sirius had grown to like.

However, this wasn't before he found an office of sorts. The sign read "Muggle Relations" – well, maybe they'd be able to help. Walking in, Sirius met a woman with long, curly black hair and green eyes. Green eyes like Harry's. Feeling suddenly home sick, Sirius had to force himself to talk through the knot in his throat.

"How can I help you, sir?" the woman asked.

"I…I know this may be weird, however, I just came across a mother who's expressed her son's accidental magic…"

"And she isn't exactly sure what to do about it?" the woman asked.

"Exactly, I mean, she loves her boy, she wants what is best for him and I figured that maybe you could help her out," Sirius explained.

"What is her name?"

"Elizabeth Turner, or Swan…I don't know, it's confusing," Sirius shrugged.

"Ah, so, this is a keep it quiet?" she asked.

"Indeed,"

"All right, I shall see what I can do about it," she smiled.

"Thank you," he gave her a slight bow.

"Whom may I say sent me?" she asked before he was able the leg it out of the office.

"Tell her…Sirius Black," then he was gone.

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Elizabeth was startled out of the odd afternoon nap when something quaked at her. She bolted up right on the chase lounge and looked around. The main room was empty since Nick had been taken on an outing with Teague. He planned on taking the boy to see the Pearl and spend more time with Jack.

Another quaking sound made her look towards the open French doors. The brightly colored parrot quaked at her again. However, it held something in its talons and hopped about excitedly.

Elizabeth got to her feet and made her away across the warmed floor. The bird held out its foot and she took the parchment she found attached there. She found her name written in a slightly scratchy hand. Curiosity taking her over, she opened it.

Dear Your Majesty,

I have it from a rather mysterious source that your son has done what we wizards/witches call accidental magic. This can range from the baby wanting something and said object floats across the room to them. Hair color changing at odd times, and things shaking, random fires beginning and (it has been known to happen) a volcano erupting.

My name is Lyra Potter, and my job is to explain to you why such things happen with your child. I shall arrive tomorrow evening at six. I find that a day or so to think about your child being a witch/wizard scare some parents. I do hope that we shant have any troubles. I want to help you understand magic and schooling for your child.

I thank you for your time.

Lyra Potter

Folding up the letter, Elizabeth had to smile a bit. Why hadn't she thought of it? She had thought it was a curse or something that Calypso had somehow given her through sex with Will. Now, it made sense, well a bit at least. She figured that when Lyra Potter arrived tomorrow that everything would be explained.

She smiled, she wondered who it was that had found this woman and trusted her with this secret. She figured that it had to be either Jack or his father. Those two men didn't trust people just because. Smiling, Elizabeth went to call for a tub of hot water to be brought in, she had time to relax.

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Jack sneered down at the letter. Elizabeth was just so happy that someone knew what the hell was going on that he honestly didn't want to rain down on her parade. However, he was be propelled by wing and a prayer if he thought he could keep it a secret that he didn't give this woman the message, and that he was bloody well sure that it wasn't his father. Therefore, it had to be someone else…

But who? He wondered. It had only been him, Elizabeth, Teague and Jolly Roger in the room. Jack was pretty sure that Jolly Roger wasn't a talking dog and therefore couldn't have said anything to this woman. However, he didn't put it beyond anyone to have been listening in and then this would all be a trap to learn their secrets and save said secrets for the opportune moment.

It's a dicey situation to say the least, naught but a stranger would have this woman mail (by parrot) the letter to Lizzie. Hmmm….a mysterious person…well, if it had been me, it would have been mentioned. That sort of thing would have put King Turner to rest. However…what the bloody hell am I thinking!!

Shaking his head, Jack came out of his thoughts as someone snapped their fingers in front of his face; "Jackie?" Teague asked.

"Nothing, 'twould it be too much, Lizzie, luv…'twould it be too much to wonder if it weren't me or me Da, by which this lady came by our secret?" Jack asked suddenly. His father straightened, giving a sharp look at Elizabeth who hung her head in embarrassment.

"I can't believe I could be so stupid," she muttered.

"Ah, we all do stupid things, luv, after all, you haven't gotten rid of that honest streak, have ya?" Jack asked.

"Jackie is right, though, I did not seek this woman out," Teague said.

"Oh, and how do I know that you…" here Elizabeth pointed at Jack, "Aren't manipulating the situation again?" she asked.

"You don't," Jack gave her a look, "However, we all be men of our words here, except for you, of course," Jack waved his hand in her direction, "But, I assure you that if anythin' happened to you or little Nicky, I'd be in more trouble with William the second," He nodded his head in surety.

Elizabeth smirked; "Indeed,"

"Therefore, we can safely assume that I am not manipulating the situation," Jack said with a smirk. Was it just so hard to believe that he was telling the truth.

"But, I really want to know what's going on with Nicky," Elizabeth said.

"Well, we'll just have to let this woman have her say and then decide where to go from there," Jack said, standing, "You have a fake wall behind me here…" Jack tapped it once, the wall was situated in the dinning room. This was where Elizabeth held most of her meetings.

"I shall hide behind this here wall, while me Da and you listen to this Potter woman, if she tries anythin' I can safely sneak the kid out and ya'll find him 'board the Pearl as safe and 'appy as can be," Jack said with a smile.

It took Elizabeth and Teague to think about this plan, however, Jack had tried to be better with her and Nick since William left. He hadn't lied to her, maybe with held the truth, but she hadn't asked and he hadn't told so really, it wasn't all his fault.

"If anything happens to Nicholas under you're protection, I shall see you castrated," Elizabeth threatened. Jack gave her an alarmed look.

"Now, now, you can stop reading me the riot act, I know what I'm in for here," Jack said, waving his hand as if her threat really hadn't bothered him. Though, Elizabeth comforted herself, it did make up for the Eunuch jokes he put towards Will.

"Just make sure Nick is all right," Elizabeth intoned.

"Done and done," Jack replied.

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Horatio Snape found afternoon tea to be that most relaxing time of the day. That was mostly because his men knew to NEVER bother him, be it that he decided to take tea on deck at a dinning table stowed for such occasions or the great cabin. Today, Horatio decided to take it in the great cabin with the bay windows open so the he could still partake of the ocean air.

They were docked in Port Royal, long losing the trail of the Black Pearl and her blubbering Captain, Jack Sparrow. Horatio calmly put cream into his tea cup and sipped while plans turned in his head. All of which he immediately scrapped. He'd have to scout out Tortuga and wait for the Pearl to berth there. Seeing as how no pirate in their right mind would lead him to Pirates Cove; if there was one thing the pirating society wouldn't do, it was give away the bearings for that particular island.

Cursing silently (for he didn't want to curse allowed lest his men hear and think less of him because of it) he moved over to his desk to look over the correspondence the High Admiral had written him.

Commodore Snape,

It has come to my attention that you seek the Captain of the Black Pearl. I must say that such an endeavor has already ended two men's career and life. I must assume that you are painfully reminded of a Lord Cutler Beckett. I shall hope that you do not suffer from his overly obvious self-serving issues.

I would not blame you if you black out of this mission to find Captain Sparrow. However, the man saved my daughter a few years back and so I do hope that you do not dismember him before a lawful trial can be conducted in this city of London.

Therefore, transport him into my command immediately after comprehending Captain Sparrow. Remember, you owe the man a favor after he saved Johanna from that terrible man Blackbeard. The least you can do is make sure he is of sound mind and body.

(Here Horatio snorted, he hadn't seen Sparrow in person, but from the stories he was told he had to highly doubt if Sparrow was ever in his right mind)

I would thank you if you consider these suggestions, but I am adamant about the man being delivered unharmed. Remember, even fettered, a Sparrow can always fly.

Your friend, Benjamin Harding

Sipping at the slightly cooled tea, Horatio wanted to rip the letter apart and deny he had ever gotten it when he sail back to London with Sparrow's head hanging from the prow of his ship. Of course, he couldn't do that, everyone knew that he had gotten correspondence from the High Admiral. Which meant that 'suggestion' or not, he'd have to make sure he practically wrapped Sparrow in chains to make sure the man didn't escape.

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A/N – Well, that turned out quite well. I'm glad that I got my page quota in for this chapter. And I am totally setting up, I thought that I'd throw Jack a bone as to the dog. But, he's being stupid…and currently he's drunk on my bed…bloody pirate. Won't even cuddle with me!!