Okaaaay... after that rather big mistake with the last 2 chapters, I'm going to have to double-check what I upload, rather than just doing it and rushing off to the shower...
Ah, now for questions asked in the reviews (THANK YOU FOR EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM!). First of all, Harry won't be really training little Will. Well, he probably will teach him some stuff later (If he runs into them again!), but he's really only four right now. He could just go to a magical school like any other muggleborn... As for how powerful he will be, well, I'm not sure yet. I actually just wrote him in on a whim... And he won't be more powerful than Harry, so don't worry about that. What Will was doing was simply accidental magic; it doesn't mean he has extra control or anything like that. (Although, considering his dad isn't actually what you'd call a normal human anymore, there may be a few side effects...)
But in all honestly, I'm not 100 sure what I'll do with little Will. I've really got to plan that out. But he'll be involved in some way...
And, to be honest, if I walked into a room and saw my son floating objects about, I'd scream my head off. (I asked the opinion of my friend on this matter, though, and she'd scream "WHAT THE HELL?!?!" really loudly. Each to their own, I suppose!)
If I haven't answered a question, that'll be because either it's relevant to the plot and you'll find out what's going to happen sometime later in the story, or it's a really good idea and I'm half tempted to use it...
If you do have any more questions, feel free to ask them.
OMG, I loved DH! Don't worry, I won't be posting any spoilers (heck, I doubt I'll even be including horcruxes anytime in this). I'll also ask you to keep any spoilers out of the reviews... Please!
Please review this!
So, please enjoy what better be CHAPTER ELEVEN!
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Harry stopped and stared at little Will. The four-year old was magical? That was a bit of a surprise, to say the least...
The child looked up at his mother, and the shock of her screaming made him drop the toys back to the ground. He scrunched up his face to cry.
Elizabeth, seeing her son upset, swooped down and picked him up. She hushed and comforted him gently, then turned to Harry, her eyes wide and scared.
"Do you have any idea what happened here? The toys... they were floating, weren't they? Did I imagine it?" she hissed, panicking.
Harry smiled gently. He needed to b e calm for this, which was easier said than done.
"No, you didn't imagine it," he said, and nodded towards a sofa pushed up against the wall nearby, "Sit down. This won't be easy to explain."
Elizabeth's eyes widened and she looked like she wanted to demand answers, but she held her tongue and sat, her son cradled on her knee, playing with her hair. Harry sat down on the sofa too, and began to explain.
"Will is what is called a wizard. That means he can do magic," he said patiently. "Yes, wizards and witches are real. Will here would be what is called a muggle-born, which means that, even though he is magical, his parents, that is, you and your husband, aren't. When he's older, he can go to a school that will teach him how to use magic, and you can buy him things he needs to perform magic, like a wand."
"How do you know all this?" interrupted Elizabeth.
Harry smiled again, and pulled his wand out of his boot.
"Because I'm a wizard," he said.
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Sirius glared at the minister.
"Let me get this clear. You mean to tell me that my godson had managed to disappear from his bed in Hogwarts?"
The minister nodded. He looked petrified of Sirius. Sirius didn't blame him.
"He managed to just vanish out from under your nose?"
Fudge nodded again.
"Into, apparently, thin air?"
Another nod. At this point, Sirius would have felt sorry for the minister. Would have, if Harry wasn't missing.
"And neither you, nor anyone in the entire ministry has the faintest idea where he's gone?"
The minister kept nodding.
Sirius backed off, and sat down in the chair behind him. They'd flooed to the minister's office in London. After Fudge and Albus had assured the aurors guarding the office that they had not, in fact, broken a highly dangerous criminal out of Azkaban, but that said criminal was actually innocent in the first place, they'd sat down, faced each other across a desk and Fudge had told Sirius everything he knew about Harry's disappearance (which wasn't much). Well, they'd started off sitting. Sirius had soon graduated to standing and yelling.
Fudge, who had looked a bit pasty to begin with, was now considerably paler. Dumbledore, of course, was sitting nearby, looking remarkably calm for a person who had just discovered that Sirius Black, thought the Dark Lord's right hand man, was innocent and was also currently yelling the Minister for Magic's head off.
And several Aurors stood guarding the door, still stunned at the revelation that Black was actually not guilty. He hadn't betrayed the Potters after all!
Sirius put his head in his hands. He was out of Azkaban, which was brilliant, but only because Harry was gone. Harry could be hurt or (even though he really didn't like to think it,) dead. And Sirius would take being locked in Azkaban with the dementors and Harry being safe at Hogwarts than him being out and Harry in danger.
"I'm going to help search for him," said Sirius firmly.
The Minister nodded. Sirius knew he could ask for whatever he wanted, and the small, pudgy man in front of him would get it. He was half tempted to ask for Wormtail's head on a plate, but (even though the Minister would probably immediately launch a full scale search for it too) he had to concentrate on helping Harry right now.
He'd made terrible mistakes and they meant that Harry had gone missing. He wasn't going to let Harry down again.
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After Harry had explained the wizarding world to Elizabeth (which took a while- she kept asking questions) as best he could, and reassured her that she didn't need to worry about Will's powers just yet, she pulled herself together, picked up her son, and decided to continue the tour.
She still asked more questions as they occurred to her, though. Harry was reminded of Hermione. He didn't mind her asking, though, despite the fact that he didn't know the answers to all her questions. After all, he'd only been in the magical world for a few months before he'd arrived in the Caribbean.
The house was big, and it took a while to see all of the rooms. The eventually reached a room near the end.
"This is Will's bedroom," said Elizabeth, opening the door, "I really like the view in here. He hopefully will too, once he grows up a bit. It really is lovely."
She pointed towards the wide window and Harry walked over to it. It was a very nice view, looking over the sea and a cove in the unused part of the island.
Harry frowned and stared out of the window more. There was a ship there, and smaller boats on shore. The ship had black sails. It looked a bit like Jack's descriptions of –
"Isn't that the Black Pearl?" asked Elizabeth, having walked over after him.
Harry looked up at her. "I don't know," he said.
She looked down at him, confused. "How do you not know? You live there, don't you? With Jack."
Harry shook his head. "Didn't you know?" he asked, "Barbossa led another mutiny against him a few days after you lot went your separate ways. He was in Tortuga and came back to discover Gibbs had been left on the port and the Pearl was away in the distance. All Barbossa'd left him was a dinghy."
Elizabeth gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. "That total and absolute... pig! What did Jack do then?"
"As far as I know, he just sailed away in the dinghy. I eventually found him around here just over a year ago. I'm not sure what he did in between, he doesn't talk about it much."
Harry looked down at the Pearl again. There wasn't anyone on deck, as far as he could see, but there were other smaller boats on shore. He made a decision.
"I'm going down there," he said.
Elizabeth looked at him. She looked like she was about to protest, but thought better of it. "Alright," she said, "but let me give you some more food to take with you first."
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Five minutes later, Harry crept out of the back door, a bag of food slung over his back. He waved goodbye to Elizabeth and Will, then disappeared into the trees beyond her garden and started making his way to the beach.
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It took another ten minutes of jogging to reach his destination. He stopped in the trees at the edge of the sand and surveyed his surroundings. The beach, and what he could see of the ship, was deserted, although he could hear distant voices behind him. He was safe for the moment.
Now, how to get to the Pearl? Harry looked at the water and considered swimming over, but dismissed it almost immediately. Although Jack had taught him how to swim, he wasn't especially confident yet, and the ship was a bit too far out to risk it.
He looked at the nearest small boat on the sand. It hadn't been pulled up to the shore properly, and even now it looked as though the sea was about to pull it out. Harry took another look at it, and then made another snap decision.
He cast the spell to make him invisible again, ran out onto the sand, pushed the boat into the water, and jumped in.
It took a few minutes to reach the Pearl, but once he did, Harry was glad to see a ladder on the side to climb up. He manoeuvred the boat as close to the Black Pearl as he could get and gripped the ladder firmly. He hoisted himself up slightly, but lowered one leg down to the boat and pushed it as hard as he could towards shore, the waves helping it on its way. Hopefully by the time whoever had gone to shore in it came back, it would be close enough to shore to make them think that it just hadn't been pulled up onto the sand properly and had drifted off.
Harry started to climb the ladder. He reached the top and poked his head up and over, double-checking to make sure the deck was empty. Reassuring himself that it was, he cambered up onto the deck. He looked toward the shore again, and was alarmed to see that people had appeared and were climbing into the boats. Some had already set sail towards the Pearl.
Harry bit his lip as the reality of what he had just done hit him suddenly. He was stranded on a ship he didn't know at all, with a bunch of pirates who had committed mutiny against his dad, and therefore probably wouldn't like him much either. The food he had with him wouldn't last long, and after that he'd have to steal from this lot, which would be a lot easier said than done.
And they would be setting sail any minute now. How was Jack supposed to find him if he was on a ship that was a lot faster than his was?
Harry snapped out of his thoughts and hurried towards the nearest door, leading down into the ship. It opened and he approached and he had to jump out of the way to avoid the emerging man running into him. Harry recognised him from Jack's descriptions as Barbossa, the pirate that had led a mutiny against him twice. He had a big, rather odd-looking hat, a straggly beard, and a monkey on his shoulder.
Harry ignored him and slipped in through the door, down into the ship.
He hunted about for a few minutes until he came to the main hold, which was being used for storage, although there were a few hammocks in it for people to sleep in, as they seemed to have run out of room upstairs.
Harry settled himself into a corner, behind some barrels of what smelt like rum and settled in to wait.
After a few minutes, he heard what must have been Barbossa yelling at the pirates who was come back. "Did you find anything? No? Then this has been a waste of time, you useless scallywags! We could have been seen from shore! We risked our lives by being here, and you didn't find anything at all of value?!?!"
Harry tuned him out, and just sat, thinking. The men on this ship had chosen that horrible man upstairs over his dad as captain? Something didn't add up.
Harry became aware that the ship started moving. Peering out of a small hole to his left, he saw the island, and Elizabeth's mansion, grow steadily smaller as they quickly sped away through the water.
What had he done? How on earth was Jack going to find him now?
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Jack was, for once, not at the wheel. Instead, he was at the very front of the ship, peering into the distance with his telescope. He could see Port Royal now, just about. His compass had pointed in that direction the last time he'd looked.
Speaking of which, he glanced down at it again, and dropped his telescope in shock. The compass needle had moved from pointing northeast to practically north. Even as he stared at it, it kept moving very slowly to the left.
What the hell?
Jack picked up his telescope again and stared through it, looking in the direction the compass told him to. He thought he spotted a tiny dot on the horizon, but he wasn't sure.
Nevertheless, his compass was pointing that way, and Jack practically sprinted back to the wheel to adjust the course of the ship accordingly.
He hoped beyond hope that he'd find Harry soon.
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Ok, there's another chapter done. I hope you guys enjoy it!
Sorry it took me so long to write, by the way, but between Rome, Deathly Hallows and my drama course, I've been a bit busy! Add in that this chapter was again rather difficult to write...
But I'll try and get the next chapter up ASAP!
'Til next time!
