An author known as digisammiegirl has a story called Magical Secrets at Sea. It's a Harry Potter/Pirates of the Caribbean cross that creates an awesome setting and prologue to what would be an epic tale of Harry Sparrow and the chaos he would bring to the magical world at large. He/She seems to have left it open for others to run off with, but while I am interested, I don't think I would be able to do it justice, especially with my choppy update rate.

Still, it was too much for my muse to pass up, and she has created several scenes of the resulting chronicle. This is the only one I have written down.

I do not own the idea for this story; nor do I own Harry Potter or any series containing Captain Jack Sparrow. Go sue someone else for a change!

And if anyone wants to make this story into a reality, please let me know!

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The students watched as a fourth piece of parchment flickered out of the Goblet of Fire. Headmaster Dumbledore stared, aghast, as something completely unprecedented and unexpected happened. With shaking fingers, he caught the paper and glanced at it. "Harry Potter!"

A hush would have fallen over the crowd . . . in fact, it should have fallen over the crowd. Sadly, the doors slammed open just then, revealing a tall fourteen year old boy, wearing black jean pants, a tight silk shirt, and a bandolier with several old fashioned muggle pistols hanging from it. His normally messy black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail in the back, and his sharp green eyes was staring at a dirty old monkey dressed in a ratty black and white sailors outfit. Over his shoulder was a large sack.

"Oi, it's not my fault that you wanted to play poker for your swag, instead of the usual old song and dance. You, I, and Hedwig both know that I was trained by the best!" The monkey screeched at him and gave the boy the finger. "OK, so you were out raiding the town on those nights, still not my fault."

The chimp leapt off the boy's shoulder, latched on to a tapestry, and then climbed his way up to the rafters, where it promptly gave him two fingers, screeched a bit, and the disappeared among the woodwork. The boy just rolled his eyes and headed for the Head Table.

Dumbledore couldn't help but laugh a bit at the gobsmacked looks on Crouch and Bagman's faces. Behind him, he could hear Severus groan. The Potions Master didn't like James Potter on the best of times, but he couldn't help that wish the boy was more like his nemesis . . .

At least he wouldn't have that blasted undead monkey following him around then . . .

Harry reached the table and dropped the sack right in front of Professor McGonagall. "Sorry for the delay, Professor, but Jack wanted to try and gamble some of this stuff with Peeves. Had to win everything back from the two of them."

Digging in, he brought out a small necklace that he passed to the Transfigurations Mistress, who took it with a long suffering sigh, "It's alright, Mr Sparrow. It's not the first time he's taken off with it, and it probably won't be the last."

Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Harry, we seem to have a bit of a problem . . . "

"Yes Headmaster?"

The old man winced at the cold tone. For the past three summers, the Old Man had tried to return Harry back with his muggle relatives, but the boy hadn't taken well to the attempts. Nor had his guardians, including that old Sea Witch Tia Dalma . . .

Who scared the ever bloody hell out of the old man . . .

Silently, Professor Dumbledore passed the slip of paper to the lad, "That just came from the Goblet of Fire."

Harry glanced at it, "Did you put my name in, sir?"

Albus winced, "No, Mr Potter. This is as much a surprise to me as it is to you."

"True," Harry said, "I don't think I'll be participating, though."

"I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter. The Goblet has chosen you to act as a fourth champion."

"Forgive me, Headmaster, but with these artifacts, doesn't the chosen have to have put their name in themselves for the bond to take?"

"Actually," Crouch spoke up, "The Goblet was once used to pick a nominee as a champion. The practice was stopped a century and a half ago when a Ministry official was forced to compete."

Harry just glared at the man, and then sighed. "I see . . . "

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Harry was lead into another room, holding the other three champions. Victor Krum and Fleur Delacour glanced at the boy, confused. Cedric Diggory, however, just sighed as the boy entered. "Let me guess, more Sparrow luck?"

"Unfortunately, Cedric. Why else would I be stuck competing in a Deathtrap like this?"

"You, compete? Don't make me laugh!" Fleur exclaimed.

Harry glanced at her, and then glanced again. Suddenly, his wand was in his hand, as a sudden explosive sound filled the air. The residents of the room jumped, including Jack, who was hiding underneath the girl's skirt. Fleur shrieked, clutching her skirt to her knees as the monkey leapt for the window, only to be blown apart by another bang as he fell out.

Slowly, the three students and two headmasters looked to Harry, who was holding his wand in one hand and a pistol in the other, his sack on the floor beside him. He smiled disarmingly at Fleur, "Sorry about that, he tends to appear in the worst spots ever.

Clearing his hands, he bent over, opened the sack, and rummaged around in it. Finally, he came out with two wrapped parcels, which he handed to the shaken French girl. "I believe that Jack might have taken these from you earlier in the week. I apologize for the delay in returning him, but that blasted monkey has been going crazy this week, what with so many unlocked drawers and jewelry boxes lying around."

He then passed a small silver locket, which he passed to Victor. "I think this also belongs to you."

Cedric just rolled his eyes, and then noted Fleur's blush as she carefully peaked into one of the parcels. "Let me guess, Jack has been doing more panty raids?"

Fleur eeped, scandalized at the two Hufflepuffs, but Harry just shrugged. "I don't think he left anyone in Beuxbaton with a pair of underwear, and don't get me started with Durmstrang. Plus, I think I need to talk to some girls here about reusing last year's locking charms. He seems to have figured out how to get past them, you see."

"Oh?"

At Cedric's raised eyebrow, Harry shifted uncomfortably, "I've retrieved knickers belonging to both Greengrasses, Davis, Padma Patil, Susan, and surprisingly, Hermione. She's usually pretty good about switching the locking charms, but well, even the best can get lenient."

Cedric grimaced, "You sure he got into the Beauxbaton's carriages? It doesn't look like you got that much . . . "

"Jack has a rotten poker face. Peeves, however, is pretty good. Said something about creating a monument with what he still has. Besides, I get the feeling that a lot of the French witches here prefer going all natural anyways; he was hiding under their skirts long before he started raiding again."

The representatives from the French school were notably pale as they heard this.