Author's Notes: AH! I personally love this chapter. It was so much fun writing Calypso's lines.
To GenkaiFan: Hector? As in Barbossa? He's dead now. I mentioned sometime in the beginning that he fell and died while racing for the Fountain of Youth. As for your other questions, you'll just have to wait and see, savvy?
To Lady Prince: I would still love to hear your ideas! I could always put in a plot twist to turn Calypso's true intentions around, you know. And I didn't ask my reviewer because, well, I didn't think to do so. Hehe. Enjoy the chapter.
To the-dreamer4: Thank you again for catching that horrid thing with Tonks in the last chapter. I swear, I thought her older. Anywho, I've got plans for Severus. Oh yes, I have plans. Or, I will have plans once I think of them. I'm thinking something along the lines of a magical mentor. So I guess I already have plans. –shrug- As for the hiding, you'll see what Calypso has up her sleeve.
To Kurotsuchi Mayuri: Above and beyond you say? Oh! I wish I could have seen it! I saw it on Sunday so all of the cool people were already gone. –Goes off to pout.-
To egret: Yes, I was informed about Tonks in another review. It has since been changed in exclude Tonks entirely. Thank you though for your review and I hope I don't disappoint ya in the future.
To Funness: Ah, don't you worry about it. I did start to worry a little when I didn't get any review from ya, but eh, what can you do? I guess I didn't explain the shell and chest too well, huh? During Harry's checkup with Dr. Casy, he put his shell in his chest that had been returned to him via Jack. He kept the shell in the chest and under the covers to keep it safe. –Make note to rewrite when she gets around to it.- Hope that clears some things up.
Just a note to readers, I am not Anti-Dumbledore, but I'm not Pro either. If Dumbledore could defeat Grindelwald then surely he could take care of a few things like Quirrell and Lockhart, or at least not hire them. And he should be powerful enough to handle a giant snake, regardless if he could enter the Chamber or not. What I'm saying is that he should not have let a couple of pre-teens loose to handle such adult things. I see Quirrell and the snake as tests, not something Dumbledore had no control over. Therefore, for my story I shall be portraying a controlling Dumbledore, but one that has the Wizarding World's best intentions in mind.
Also, to those wondering about the crew of the Dutchman, I consider them as dead, therefore not alive, thus not needing air to survive.
Here Come the Wizards
Jack and Will sat on Harry's island later on the next afternoon. They were waiting for Mr. Gibbs to return with some supplies. As their first act of future guardianship, they had agreed on rebuilding the hut. Thankfully, both ships had a few people who had dabbled in carpentry in the past. At least, they had enough experience to rebuild a one bedroom hut. They were going to replace the wooden panels on all the floors and walls, add a tile counter in the kitchen, all windows would be replaced, and the plumbing would be updated. Figuring out what to do with the plumbing had been tricky as it was an island after all. Will and a portion of his crew had gone underwater below where the bridge used to be to try and find where the plumbing connected with the mainland or if the hut worked its own. They found a pipe on the sea floor that connected the island and mainland. After a bit of searching and chipping away barnacle and coral, someone had found a plumbing industry name on a panel. Knowing that the people who built the hut had to have a place to connect the pipes, they eventually found a crawlspace under the hut that led to a tunnel leading to the pipes. Turned out the place was also wired for electricity run under its own generator powered by the sea. Deciding to leave the main pipe alone as the sea life would act as a natural sealer, they went for upgrading the main plumbing and wiring new wires for the electricity. The rope bridge they would tackle last with wood leftover from their project.
Will relaxed on the beach, listening to the crews chatter about him, the hut a pile of wood behind them. He was surprised that so many had decided to help without him asking. Of course, the party they had started the night before at the news of Harry's pending adoption should have been a clue, but he was still surprised. Anamaria had asked just what there was about the boy that was unlikable. Will shuddered as he remembered the women gathering together to talk about Harry's furniture and wardrobe they would make and buy once the hut was up and running. Never get between women and shopping. He wondered if Harry would come out of the ordeal alive once the women got through with him. Casting his thoughts aside, he focused on the task of building when the supply dinghies landed. The first thing on the to-do list was the framing.
Kingsley left the Scotland Yard Jailhouse, his mood dashed. The Veritaserum had worked, but only to an extent. He hadn't been able to ask where the Potter boy was before he had to flee. His Notice-Me-Not spell worked on both Muggles and electronics, but people became suspicious when the two adults in question started acting strangely. Their inmates in adjoining cells had caused a ruckus over their weird behavior. He had decided to bail and try again later that night. Unfortunately, his nighttime questioning hadn't been as fulfilling as the first. The first thing out of his mouth had been where the boy was, but all Petunia had said was the island. What island? She continued to say the island. Kingsley didn't know what was wrong with the potion, but it had failed.
Severus wasn't too happy when Kingsley had reported it later that evening. He had made the potion himself. It should have been perfect. The man must have screwed it up somehow. "What do you mean the potion didn't work," he asked darkly. The usual four tables had been reduced to one for the resident professors and their guests. Remus had opted to stay in an inn at Hogsmead so as to stay close for news.
"Oh no, the potion worked alright. Asked the textbook questions when one does an interrogation with Veritaserum. When I got to the real question, however, the inmates started making a scene. They were rather freaked when the Dursleys started acting funny. Mind you, I would have done the same," Kingsley commented before he took a bite of his steak.
"At least we have something," Remus commented. "We now know he is on an island."
"Well that narrows the list all right," Severus retorted.
"Well," Kingsley continued, "I did go and visit the Muggle airport after my first attempt. That turned up better results. Amazing what info you can be privy to with the right transfigure spell. Any who, the port's records show they left for Haiti. At least now we know what area to look in. I also went and questioned the lawyer, Mr. Beckett. Nice bloke, really. Extremely worried about Potter. Apparently, there is an island off of Haiti that Petunia Dursley had been interested in just before this whole thing started. He said he couldn't give me an address as all of his files concerning the case had been confiscated. I didn't feel the need to question him further as he was so eager to help."
"Haiti it is then. I'll inform Arthur in the morning," Remus declared as he continued with his dinner.
"That's wonderful news," Madame Pomfery said. "That gives me a better chance of narrowing down what potions and spells I'll need."
"Indeed," Severus agreed, now calmer with the news of a general location. Mentally, he prepared what potions he would have to brew that night. "I wish to accompany the team that goes to retrieve Potter," he suddenly said.
"What ever for," Minerva asked surprised.
"There are a few potion ingredients I'll need from the islands that are better when freshly cut. Two birds with one stone."
"Capital idea, Severus," Dumbledore agreed. "When we have authorization for intercontinental travel, you, Remus, and Arthur shall Apparate to Haiti. I believe it's a small enough place to figure out where young Harry may be."
"Lovely," Severus said with a sneer.
"It was your idea," Remus reminded with a frown. Severus ignored him.
"By the way, Albus," Flitwick spoke up. "What do you plan to do with the boy once he is retrieved?"
Sadly, Dumbledore answered. "Once his relatives are out of jail, as I'm sure they will be with Vernon's business connections, Harry will go back to the Dursleys." Loud disbelief and protest met his announcement.
"You can't be serious, Albus," Minerva declared.
"Surely there is a wizarding family capable of taking the lad in," Kingsley reasoned.
"Please, Dumbledore sir. 'Arry shouldn' be forced bac' inta that 'ouse," Hagrid pleaded.
"You can not possibly expect those people to just take the boy in again," Remus exclaimed.
Waiting for the chatter to quiet down enough for him to be heard, Dumbledore continued. "I shall be placing stronger wards around the property to tell me if Harry is hurt in any way. When we retrieve the boy, he shall come to Hogwarts for healing before we return him to his relatives. However, his time in Hogwarts must be Obliviated from his memory I'm afraid. I fear early exposure to magic may expose him to some of the more unsavory effects of fame as the Ministry, as dull witted as they are, are sure to catch wind of this one way or another. I do not wish for him to gain a complex from it. Any Muggle authorities and bystanders in connection with the case shall need to be Obliviated as well." The people around the table quietly agreed with the Headmaster, too tired to really argue.
"Mr. Beckett?" In his law firm in London, Beckett was just about to leave for home.
Looking up from his briefcase, he answered his secretary, "Yes, Lara, what is it?"
"That man, Kingsley. Do you think he'll be back?"
"No, my dear. He shall not be back," he said with a smirk. His eyes shifted to the bare space on his bookshelf. "No, he most certainly won't be coming back." Happy to have filled his good deed quota for the day, he continued on his way home. "Fifteen dead men indeed," he mumbled under his breath.
In her hut in the marsh, Calypso smirked at what her seashells read. So, the wizards were coming to find the boy. Perfect. Things were starting to fall into place. She would go and visit her pirate captains when the sun rose. It was time to explain a few things to them before the wizards arrived.
The next day, there was much activity on Harry's island. "These planks need to go over there," Timber, as the crew called him on the Pearl, instructed. He had been one of the few who had experience in building. At the moment he was directing Pintel and Ragetti to a place for them to move a pile of planks that were in the way.
Picking up a plank and setting the middle of it over his shoulders, Pintel turned to ask Timber a question. Unfortunately, he had overestimated the length of the board. Timber was fortunate to duck low enough in time, but Ragetti who was surveying which plank was the best to pick up first was caught in the head by the swinging board. With a mighty 'oof' and a violent pitch forward, Ragetti dove headfirst into the pile of wood. Having finally learned his lesson, he had taken to wearing a patch over his wooden eye after an overly flamboyant Chinese cook had knocked it into a tub full of live electric eels. The shocks he had received as he fished his eye out were enough for him to claim enough with it and to make sure it wouldn't fall out again. Peeved that he had been knocked down, Ragetti ignored his pounding head and grabbed the closest plank he could grab. Sitting up, he swiped at Pintel's feet.
Pintel had felt something collide with his plank, but gave it no mind, wanting to know where to start setting them down. Regretting the decision, he suddenly felt something plow into his legs from behind. His knees buckling under him, he fell backwards with a startled shout, the plank flying up into the air from his hands. Quickly getting over his daze, Pintel opened his eyes in time to see the air born board falling towards him. "Uhoh." With no time to raise his hands, the flat of the board smacked him in the face.
"Serves ya righ'," Ragetti declared with a smirk, his shoulders slightly quacking in suppressed laughter.
Gingerly, Pintel lifted the board from his face and moved it aside. Slowly, he reached for his nose. Securing it between his forefinger and thumb, he pinched and jerked. A sharp crack was heard. "Ooowww," he wheezed. Timber banged his charts on his forehead at the sight.
As the three pirates dealt with the moving of the pile of planks, the rest of the crew had finished with the reinstallation of the plumbing. One of the girls on the Dutchman had a father who had been a plumber and had taken her on a few of his jobs all the way through to her high school years. Thanks to the help of others with building experience from the Dutchman and Pearl, the framework of the hut had been set up. All that was left was to wire the electricity and put up the floors, walls, ceiling, and roof. From there they would worry about the interior.
"Looking good, men, and women," Mr. Gibbs hastily added at the glares. "We're just about halfway through." Turning to the Will who was helping solder some wires together, Gibbs asked, "Wha'ya think, Turner?"
Stepping back from his wires to let the cool and looking at what the crew had accomplished already, Will had to say he was impressed. "Not bad for a bunch of seafaring pirates, if I do say so myself." Those around him chuckled at the joke. Will joined them until a shiver ran up his spine. Dread filled his bones. He knew this shiver. He only got it when she was near. Turning to look at Jack who had opted to work without his shirts, his tattoos glistening from sweat in the sun as he nailed some panels together, Will saw that he too had felt the chill as he was looking around wildly having stopped what he was doing. Will too looked around as he inched closer to his fellow captain. Suddenly, he saw a figure coming towards them, strolling down the beachfront.
Jerking an elbow into Jack's side, Will pointed with a nod towards the figure. Jack instantly dropped his hammer in surprise. His toe however got the last surprise as the dropped hammer landed on his foot. "Gha!" He hopped around on his uninjured foot, the suffering toe now in his hands. The crew had stilled to watch the captain jump around.
Tia Dalma had always been entertained by Jack Sparrow. This was not a moment that disappointed. Smiling smugly, she stepped up to the hut the pirates were working on. Running a hand over the sturdy frame, she was pleased. Her appointed guardians were taking their new job seriously. Turning to the still hopping captain and her ferryman, she smiled as she approached. "I'm 'appy ta see ya too, Jack Sparrow."
Grimacing, Jack gingerly set his foot back on land when his hopping turned to face her. "Tia, love! Wha' brings tha mighty Calypso out 'ere of all places?"
Ignoring Jack causing, causing him to pout, she turned to the captain of the Dutchman. "William. An' 'ow mi't you be doin'," she asked with a smile.
Keeping his expressions blank, but not forgetting his manners, he gave a curt nod to the goddess. "I'm afraid I can't say I'm well. Things have been stressful as of late. A boy seems to have suddenly fallen into Jack's and my care. Would you know anything of it," he inquired with just a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Amused at his slight show of defiance, Calypso smirked and answered. "W'y yes. I do know abou' tha boy. S'mater of fact, he be tha re'son I'm 'ere." All work had stopped to listen to the goddess. "Do yas believe in ma'gic?"
"Believe in magic," James asked incredulously. He had come to stand by Will incase things turned for the worse. One never knew when it came to this woman. "Of course we believe in magic. It is magic that allows most of us to be here today." A round of agreement sounded around the combined crew. The two captains stayed silent as they wait for the goddess to continue.
Calypso's smile widened showing her gums and yellow teeth. "Good, 'cause da boy ain't no normal mortal." The crew fell into silence. The raising sun cast shadows into the goddess' eyes, making her look menacing. "Dere be a wor'd, hidden fr'm normal bein's. A wor'd of ma'gic. Tha boy be fr'm a couple fr'm dis ma'gic wor'd, a witch an' wizard. Dis boy is deemed impor'ant to da ma'gic wor'd for reasons no' 'is own. W'en tha boy was barely a year old, an evil man by da name of Vold'mort murdered 'is par'nts b'for turning 'is wand on da boy. Da spell dat had killed so many before sudd'ly turned back on da caster, throwing 'is soul to da winds where it still be roamin'. Da ma'gic wor'd deemed da boy as its savior. Now, a pa'ty of wizards, belivin' da boy be da ma'gic wor'd's only 'ope of survival w'en da soul takes form ag'in, are now serchin' for da child, wantin' to put da boy back wif 'is livin' fam'ly so as ta keep an eye on 'im."
"Wha' do ya mean they see 'im as their only hope," Jack asked incredulously. "He's just a lad, not even tall 'nough ta reach the railing of a deck yet, and they expect him ta fight an evil magic person? Just w'at are they expecting him to do? Say abracadabra?"
Calypso smiled at the irony. "In a mat'a of speekin'. It is da 'hope of da leader of da pa'ty, Albus Dumb'edore, that the boy, aft'a livin' wif 'is aunt an' uncle, would be overjoyed at bein' taken inta da ma'gic wor'd enough ta be willin' to fight for them w'en da time comes."
"Let me get this straight," Will said as he stepped up. "Harry is a wizard that the magic world that is hidden from normal people has deemed Harry its savior for defeating an evil wizard who tried to kill him, but had his spell rebound off Harry, scattering the evil wizard's soul to the winds. Now this group, led by a man by the name of Albus Dumbledore, is searching for Harry, believing the soul to come back one day, wanting Harry to fight it again thinking him the only way to succeed and survive. Am I getting this right?" Calypso nodded.
"Well, how do we stop 'em from taking 'Arry," Anamaria posed.
"Ya don't," was the goddess' reply. She was met with disbelieving stares.
"What do ya mean we don't stop the scalawags, woman" Mr. Gibbs asked faintly.
"Ta keep da wizards 'appy and ta keep 'em frm causing trouble, ye must allow 'em ta take da boy. Dumb'edore will erase 'is mem'ry of 'is time away so as ta keep 'im frm knowin' of ma'gic until 'e is old 'nough to attend 'is ma'gic school. W'en he returns da boy to 'is fam'ly, he'll place powerful wards 'round da 'ouse. Belivin' in 'is ma'gic, Dumb'edore won't t'ink ta look in on da boy. Frm dere, well, ye may do w'at ya do best, yes?"
It took the pirates a while to figure what the goddess meant, but a few seconds later, Will spoke, "So, we allow the wizards to take Harry and erase his memory. He will place wards around the house, but will relay on them to alert him to anything amiss. And from there…"
"We can steal away with the lad," Jack finished catching on. "With tha papers, if anyone asks, 'Arry will be rightfully our charge. Only thing that could possibly be in our way would be tha magic people, but if they think 'Arry is still with those cads, they won't come looking for him again, savvy?"
"A brilliant plan," Gibbs agreed.
"What was this about a school now," James asked.
"Da ma'gic wor'd 'as several schools 'round da globe, but da one dat Dumb'edore controls, 'Ogwarts, is da one dat 'Arry must attend in seven years time. He must learn da ma'gic of da ma'gic wor'd in order ta defeat da evil soul 'e once banished."
"Wait, I though' that fighting the evil, dark, magic ghostie was a bad thing," Jack said confused, though his thoughts were reflected by his companions.
"Dere be a prophecy predictin' dat 'Arry shall be da one ta vanquish da evil once and fer all. It is da reason Dumb'edore 'as such interest in 'm."
Curious, Will asked, "And what is your interest in him?"
Now, Calypso smiled in joy, "Da boy shall be powerful w'en 'e reaches age. 'E shall fi' nicely as a Lord of my seas."
Jack's eyebrows shot up. Will, eyes wide, ventured, "Wait, you want us to raise him to be a pirate lord?"
"Aye. And w'at bet'a pirates den da two of ye?"
"Well, she's go' a point, mate," Jack consented.
Excitement ran through Will veins. Turning around he said, "Then what are we standing around here for? Let's get back to work."
Jack smirked as the crew turned back to what they were doing. Turning back to the goddess, Jack was surprised to find her gone. Looking towards the sea, he saw a crab make its way under the waves. He pivoted around to find Will looking out at the sea, a smile on his face. "Well that was interesting."
Will smirked. "Very interesting. What have we gotten ourselves into this time, my friend?"
"What is it tha' we usually get ourselves inta?" At Will's raised eyebrow, Jack answered his own question, his smirk showing off his gold teeth. "Trouble, mate."