Disclaimer- still hasn't changed. I don't own anything here.
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In short, the crew refused to help them for selfish reasons. Sure, Jack owed them a ship, but what about Will? What had he ever done to them? And above all, why had Jack decided to go into the cave in the first place? She had a bad feeling that he was planning a betrayal.
Elizabeth was fuming about it, muttering, "Bloody pirates," under her breath every now and then. Harry and Hermione sat awkwardly across from her; the woman commanded fear when she was angry.
When they arrived at the cave, the scene was, to say the least, not what they expected. As a start, Jack was a skeleton, and was fighting Barbossa in what, in Elizabeth's opinion, was a rather pointless battle.
She quickly spotted that Will was in trouble.
"I'm going to teach you the meaning of pain," a pirate told Will, raising his sword.
"Do you like pain?" Elizabeth asked rhetorically as she smashed him over the head, "try wearing a corset."
The two smiled at one another for a second, then Elizabeth turned to where Jack was fighting Barbossa, "whose side is Jack on?" she asked him playfully.
Will shrugged helplessly, "at the moment?"
Elizabeth had turned and was trying to best three undead pirates. They managed to spear them through the middle, sticking them together.
Then a grenade was put in one of them, and the trio were pushed out of the moonlight, "no fair," one of them said, shortly before he exploded.
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While all of this was taking place, Harry and Hermione were having trouble of their own.
They were being attacked by two undead pirates, who, like all things that go by the name 'undead', were refusing to die.
They were unused to their spells having no effect on humans, and so they were struggling.
"Incendio," Hermione cried in a last desperate attempt to defeat the people.
One of them caught fire, shrieking, And something gold fell out of it's pocket onto the floor.
Hermione recognised it instantly, it was the time turner.
"Accio," she hissed, and before the pirate could react the golden object had flown into the safety of her hand.
Suddenly, a gunshot was heard. Hermione swung around to see who was going to drop to the floor, and then saw Barbossa look at Jack, surprised, before saying, "10 years you carry that pistol, and now you waste your shot."
"He didn't waste it," Will was standing next to the chest. As Hermione watched, he slit his palm, allowing the blood to flow onto the medallion, then dropped it.
All eyes flew to Barbossa, who looked down in horror to see blood blossoming from a wound over his heart. He stared forward and whispered, "I feel… cold," then he dropped to the floor, dead. A green apple rolled out of his palm.
Harry had a moment of satisfaction, and then there was a tap on his shoulder, "Harry, we must go," Hermione whispered.
He was confused, "go where?"
She held her hand face up to reveal the time turner, she had tears in her eyes, "home."
"Hermione," he protested, "we have to say goodbye."
She shook her head, "no, we must go, we have meddled enough. They will think we are dead," she paused, emotions showing, "Perhaps it is best that way."
Harry didn't want to leave their new friends to assume the worst, but he knew she was right, "let's go."
Hermione looked at where Will, Elizabeth and Jack were having a laugh together, "I never got to tell Elizabeth what happened in the third year," she realized.
"Hermione, that story is not complete," Harry pointed out.
Hermione nodded, "then let's go and complete it."
She knelt and muttered something, and a mock-up of her own dead body appeared. The body had been stabbed through the forehead with a knife. She made another of him a few paces away. He had been stabbed in the stomach, apparently.
She put the chain around both of their necks, and held the broken ends together with her fingers. Then time began to move forward.
They arrived in the hospital wing as the two of them vanished.
Ignoring Ron's confused protests- how good it was to see him- they rushed out of the door, easily bypassing the lock, and chased after Dumbledore.
"Sir, what happened?" he blurted out.
Dumbledore smiled, "you time travelled, Harry."
"Well yes, I know that, but-"
"You time travelled 300 years into the past."
"You knew?" it wasn't Harry who spoke, but Hermione, "You knew where we would be sent?"
"Forgive me, Miss Granger, however I have known for many years, since I became Headmaster, that two of my students would time travel to that era, to right a wrong committed many years in the past."
There were many things that Harry could have said at that moment, but he found himself momentarily stunned, "how?" he managed to croak out.
Dumbledore smiled once again, "you see, I read in a history book about a cursed pirate ship that sailed in the Caribbean. It was rumoured to be crewed by the dead, and captained by a man so evil that hell itself spat him back out. It was brought down in the very island where the curse had been laid, the Isla de Muerta. Elizabeth Turner nee Swan," Hermione was in equal parts shocked and pleased to hear that Elizabeth had married Will after all, "identified to the British Empire three deaths. Hector Barbossa, Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger. At first, I thought it a coincidence that one of those surnames matched an ancient Wizarding family, but then, quite by accident, a magical object I had in my possession detected a disturbance in the Space Time continuum in the Hospital Wing. Two time travellers, identities unknown," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he finished his explanation.
Harry had questions, but thought that they could wait, "but what about Sirius?" he simply asked.
Dumbledore held out an identical time turner, "if you go right, then two innocent lives shall be saved."
He gave them one last smile before turning and disappearing around the corner.
Harry grinned at Hermione, "shall we?"
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Elizabeth didn't believe that they were really dead.
She knew it was silly, she had seen the bodies, but she couldn't shake the suspicion that they had simply found their time turner and gone away.
She could understand their reasons, but that didn't stop her from feeling a strange sense of betrayal.
Is that all that I'm worth to them? She asked herself, The moment the danger has passed, and you have a chance to go home, you don't even say goodbye.
After her grief had passed, she had a chance to think about it logically.
What do I tell everyone? She thought, the truth?
No.
Harry, Hermione, alive or dead, friends or illusions of friends, your secret's safe with me.
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Harry and Hermione raced down the corridor three hundred years later, although it felt like minutes.
It felt good to be back at Hogwarts once again.
It felt good to be rescuing Sirius, and doing something right.
Because this time, the time turner worked just right.
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This chapter was very short, sorry. There wasn't much left. Sorry if it felt rushed.
If you've read this far, which I would assume you have, then thank you for reading, this means alot to me.
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