Author's Note: Before you begin reading, I'm really sorry about not updating in more than a month. Between classes, essays, mid-terms, studying, and now, World of Warcraft, I haven't had time to actually sit down infront of the computer and type up a chapter. Sorry again and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
With his eyes closed, he knew he was even more trouble than when he last opened them. He was starting to find some difficulty opening them. His hands were still bound and his side was now throbbing. 'This is it,' he thought grimly. 'The end of the great, fantastic, feared and heroic pirate of the Seven Seas…Captain Jack Sparrow in some dingy shack.'
"Bloody hell! Where is your mother? The portkey is going to activate in half an hour!" came the voice of that annoying red-haired man.
'Portkey?' Jack mused with his eyes closed. He's never heard of that, yet it rings a familiar bell.
"Philip!" came the man's voice sharp as an axe. "Stop ringing that bell! Right now, we don't want to draw attention to ourselves. Once we're back in our own time, then you can ring as many bells as you want without annoying anyone."
"Sorry, dad," came the young boy's soft reply and the ringing stopped.
"Endora?"
"Yes, papa?" came her young sweet voice.
"Check on Harry," he sounded worried.
"Okay, papa," she said.
Jack could hear her muffled footsteps come closer towards where he was at. He tried to feign rest, but it was getting difficult to breathe.
When Endora saw him, he sat in a posture of intense exhaustion. The pirate captain ex-wizard's head had slumped sideways with his legs lolled left and right. She heard the rasping of his breath and his eyes were closed. She could see something dark against his rough clothing.
She shuffled her feet closer towards the man and peered at the dark material. She put a hand down towards it and didn't notice the slight shudder that ran through Jack. Straightening herself, in the light she saw a red wetness smeared across her delicate fingers. She gasped loudly.
"Endora? What is it?" Ron asked after hearing his eldest child gasp. "What!"
Endora's back was towards Ron, but facing the conscious Jack Sparrow with his arms embracing her around the shoulders.
"Let go of her!" came Ron's shaky voice. His hands fumbled to reach something in his pocket.
"Or else what? You'll hit us both and I don't think you'd want your daughter to feel whatever pain her father is going to inflict on said innocent man, would you?" Jack said.
The rope was still bound across his wrists and it is momentarily serving its purpose of helping Jack keep the girl still. Though there were no weapons on him, Jack quickly scanned the poor excuse of a closet and spotted a bottle on the shelf next to him. He quickly took it and peered inside to see its contents. There were none, so he broke the end of it against the wall and pointed it towards the red-haired daughter. He had no intentions of harming the young lady or anyone.
Jack swayed a bit when he broke the bottle. His mind teetered on the edge of consciousness. His fingers loosened on his hold over Endora. His eyes were closing, but he forced them open. He feared the worse if he should close them.
Using his moment of being dazed, Endora elbowed him on the side, precisely where she remembered where the blood should be coming from. She heard him grunt and double back and stumble among the empty bottles and crates. She slipped out on his cold embrace, but not before getting nicked on the cheek from the broken end of the bottle.
Jack let go of the bottle and heard it crash with him as he fell to the ground on top of a crate full of empty bottles. He tried to get up, but it felt like his body was on fire, even more so when certain areas touch any more protruding glass that hasn't fallen over. Something warm trickled from his back making him want to shrug his shoulder to touch it though his mind was on something more important.
"My side…"
"Endora, are you okay?" her father asked her. "He cut you! I should have known! Bloody pirate! When I get my hands on him, I'm going –"
"Going to what? Kill me?" Jack asks ludicrously and laughed that came up more like a bark. He added darkly after spitting blood to the side, "Good luck."
"Daddy? What was that sound?" came Philip's voice in the background.
"Not now, Philip dear. Endora, go entertain your brother. I have to deal with him," Ron said glaring at the dying man.
"I do hope you're talking about me there," Jack said humorlessly. He was just lying there hoping that it was all a bad dream. He wouldn't mind if the past fifteen years has been all but a bad dream and he was on his ship sailing with his men having a few good rounds. His whole body was in pain. Why hasn't he died yet?
He heard a strange sound crack through the heavy air.
"Ronald Weasley!" a harsh whisper came behind the man in front of him. "Anyway, I had to come here with the kids and see how you were doing. I had to make sure that YOU didn't KILL anyone! Good news, no one is dead, but that doesn't mean you're off the hook for scaring all those muggles. Honestly, Ron…What the bloody hell?"
"What?"
"Why'd you stab him? I knew you were angry at him, but Merlin! You didn't have to kill him!"
"WHAT!"
"What's going on…? Jack!" came the pounding of no one other than young William Turner.
"Now we have trouble… Quick get the portkey!"
"What? Ron, we can't move him like this! He's going to be in more pain if you do."
"So? Come on, Hermione. I thought you were all for getting Harry and now here he is!" Ron said trying to reason with his wife.
"I know, Ron. I know, I missed him too, but I didn't think it'd be like this."
"Five minutes. Get your things together and we can leave this all behind us, literally," Ron said trying to joke at a time like this.
"Will! We have to get there!" Elizabeth said desperately.
Will continued to pound his shoulder and back into the wooden door. It wouldn't budge and no matter what Will did made it move, not even the door handle would shift.
There was a crack and they jumped from the sound.
"You!" Will said drawing his sword out slower than usual with his sore arm.
"Me," was all Harris said. He was getting something from inside his jacket. "How am I suppose to drive the men away if you're making such a ruckus? Move aside. Reducto."
A surge of light blasted from the tip of what looked like a stick to them and made contact with the wooden door. It split open and they could see the youngest occupants moving into the next room.
"If you would excuse me…" Harris said and with a sharp crack in the air he was gone.
"What?"
"It doesn't matter! We have to get to Jack before who knows what will happen next!"
They rushed in the room, just as the red and brown haired family held an ordinary pan as if it were some sort of treasure. They saw a nearly unconscious bleeding Jack being made to lean heavily on Ron. They saw them make Jack touch the pan also. Time seemed to slow as Will and Elizabeth rushed towards them and their hands motioned to knock the object out of their hands. In less than a fraction of second, they all disappeared…all of them.
