Bad Faith Island
A Harry Potter Pirate Story
by VG Jekyll


28. Not all Treasure is Silver and Gold
Dedicated to: M.E. Mars


Harry stares thoughtfully at the sign; distress clear to be seen on his face.

"I've got a very bad feeling about this, Sirius," he says softly and his godfather gives him an odd look. He glances back at the ship where his men are busy following his orders.

"Bad faith, Harry?" he says in a jokingly manner and receives a glare. "I know, lame joke, just as lame as the 'serious' one, but I can't help it, lad." The man smiles easily as he glances contently around and takes a deep refreshing breath.

"After prison, everything else feels irrelevant. Ya know, if it weren't for my crew, I wouldn't want anything of the treasure. Just being able to walk around freely, smell fresh air, piss when I want to and not when the wardens let me, seeing how you've grown up into a fine young man," he trails off and suddenly finds himself in an unexpected hug. He's startled but them smiles again and hugs his godson back.

"Nothing else matters," he adds.

"We will find you at least one treasure which does matter to you, I promise." Harry says as he pulls away and Sirius raises curious a brow at the smirking lad.

"And that is?"

"Re-" Harry's answer is interrupted by loud yelling and both turn around to watch how two figures run screaming towards them. They skid to a stop in front of them.

"You have to take us with you!" Hermione says panting as she tries to catch her breath.

"What!" Harry replies incredulously as he looks at the infuriating woman and her red-headed husband. That woman didn't know her place at all! He turns to scowl at Ron, and scold him to keep his woman in control, when he notices the redhead is nodding in agreement.

"We want to come too!" Ron says and Harry's scowl becomes darker.

"Well you can't," he states curtly.

"But Hermione knows Latin!" Ron emphasizes and Harry crosses his arms stubbornly.

"So?"

"So; you will need her! If you encounter more Latin, and you don't have that slave-guy that-"

The read head suddenly finds himself roughly shoved against a tree trunk. "Shut your filthy mouth about him! He-" his growling rant is interrupted by Sirius.

"Ron's right. We might need her for translations."

Ron nods vigorously. "And since she is my wife, I need to be with her for protection!"

Harry scowls at him but finally let go of the man's neck and turns his back to them. "We don't even know if we'll encounter more, oh belay that." He sighs in defeat. "Sirius decides."

The shaggy haired man grins lopsided. "Then it's settled. The two of you can come along, but don't cause us any trouble!"

And with that settled, they arrange the last few things that must be done and go into the forest, leading deeper into the island.

"Say, this may sound like a dumb question," Ron suddenly says a bit hesitantly. "But do we even know what we're looking for?"

"The map said a chamber, and my guess is that we can find that beneath the rock," is Harry's short answer as he cuts his way through the greenery.

"You mean like a cave?" Hermione asks from behind them.

"Yeah," answers Sirius from Harry's side, also cutting plants out of their way. "And we could see from the crow's-nest that a cliff starts about-" He and Harry stop walking. "-here."

In front of them rises a solid rock wall straight up.

"We'll split up," Sirius commands as he glances at both sides and then points with a hand to the left side. "Hermione and Ron go right." He then motions to the other side. "Harry takes left."

Hermione looks frowning in confusion at him. "What about you then?" she wonders and Sirius grins cheekily and points up. They follow his finger and then look incredulously at him.

"You can't be serious!" Ron exclaims and his wife looks just as shocked as he is.

Harry, however, just grins the same way his godfather did. "Oh, yes he is. I thought you already knew he was Sirius." He ignores their affronted looks and slaps Sirius on his shoulder. "Good luck old man, and don't fall down!"


Harry doesn't feel at ease. He has been exploring for only about 15 minutes with no results and is about to head back when his foreboding feeling is explained.

Somewhere in front of him moves something and he freezes at the spot, staring intently at it.

There!

He sees it again; something is moving amongst those trees, or someone. He quickly falls to his knees as he squints at where he saw it, the possibility that it's someone from Voldemort is too high. He has to be careful.

He swiftly sneaks to it, hidden by shadows and plants, sword ready in his hand.

It moves again and in one flowing motion he springs up and charges, only to stop abruptly when his sword is about to go through his opponents stomach. His mouth falls slightly open as he stares incredulously at the other.

The other in his turn blinks in surprise and then glances down at where the tip of Harry's sword is touching his flesh.

"Well," the pirate finally says unnatural calm. "That's not a nice way to greet your-"

"Draco!" Harry interrupts his sentence and casts the sword aside. He pounces on the blond, making both of them fall through a bushes and hard onto the ground.

Draco now blinks a bit dazed up, but then clings back. "Missed me?" he asks with a smirk through which Harry can see relief and happiness.

"Missed you? I thought you were dead, Draco! Dead!" Harry scolds and then without warning he leans even closer and catches Draco's lips in a passionate kiss.

It takes quite a long time for Harry to verify by use of his hands and mouth that it is indeed Draco, and he is unharmed, and finally they get up from the ground.

"We must go back and-oh! You have to meet my godfather!" Harry tells him happily.

"That ship? Is it of his?" Harry nods and Draco smirks. "I'd love to meet this Marauder!"


To Be Continued