Mist rolled over the wooden docks, sitting along the harbor. Ships were moored to the land and spotted along the vast open waters via buoys bobbing back and forth with the subtle waves. They could be seen in a variety of sizes. Looking into the horizon, carrier ships, catamarans, schooners, cutters, sailboats, skiffs and even dinghys could be spotted. Nobody could see the looming dark wooden ship creeping into the harbor. The ebb and flow of the water was the only hint that a ship was approaching a spot near the docks as the craft was concealed with a cloaking spell. Had anyone been walking along the dock that evening they would've heard the creaking of the wood as the vessel secretly docked in a spot near the end of the harbor.

Two cloaked figures emerged as if from thin air, landing onto the planks below them. They began walking away from the waters, towards the cobblestone pathways of the small town. They stopped just outside of the town line and read the sign. "Hogsmeade," one of the figures said. "What are we stopping here for?"

"Captain's orders."

The hood fell off of the one figure revealing pink wavy hair that fell to the girl's shoulder blades. Her shoulders were shaking from laughter, "since when do you follow captain's orders?"

The other figure took her hood down, revealing long straight dark midnight brown hair. "Since your aunt kicked my ass last time we didn't."

"She did not."

"No," the brunette shrugged, "but I wouldn't put it past her to actually kick my ass."

"It's not like we know who the girl actually is. We only have a vague description of who we are looking for," the pink haired girl added.

"Well," the other woman turned back to the sign, "let's see what Hogsmeade has to offer us. Mummy needs a drink."

"Do you think anyone will recognize you?"

"No. Not anymore," the older of the two looped her arm through the other woman's as she pulled her down the street. "Maybe it's best to put your hood back up, darling. We can't be too cautious." She let go of her daughter and replaced her own hood.

"Did Auntie give you any hints as to where she might be located or do we need to pop into everyplace here?"

"The Captain didn't say anything. You know she doesn't know," she saw her daughter's face fall at the thought of being dragged into every establishment in town. "However, your other aunt had a sort of vision."

"No offense," the pink haired girl smirked, "but Aunt Cissy isn't known for always being right."

The mom smacked her on the back of her head, "don't be rude, Nymphadora."

"Don't call me Nymphadora, mum," she dropped her mother's arm.

"Did you just stomp your foot? Aren't you a little too old to be doing that, kitten?"

"17 is a perfectly acceptable age to be called by your preferred name, Andromeda."

Andromeda's eyes narrowed, "it's mum or mummy to you. Don't be a wise ass. And I will never call you Tonks. Dora will have to suffice."

Dora crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, "fine." They continued walking until they could finally see the small brick and mortar buildings as they made their way into the festively outfitted town of Hogsmeade. It looked exactly as Andromeda had remembered. Ages have passed since they left but nothing really changed that she could see. Christmas had long since ended as they were entering the midsommar but they noted the winter harvest decorations still on the store fronts. "Well that is rather strange. Either they never took them down or they are six months early for this year's Yule festival. Did Aunt Cissy give us any hints about her vision?"

The Aunt in question had been honing her skills in hopes of being able to provide help to the Captain and crew without actually having to do the manual labor work of a crew member. She had spent hours below deck trying to achieve her true sight and her gift was spotty at best but sometimes it led them to success.

"She does the best she can. She narrowed her location down to a pub or restaurant so that should limit the options immensely."

"Hmm," Dora stopped to look in the windows of a charming little book store. "Should we get the Captain a present? She would like this place."

"Always trying to butter up your Auntie Bella. You don't have to try so hard, Dora. You know she's going to name you first mate soon."

"Maybe we can still get her something," she pulled out her coin purse.

Andromeda rolled her eyes, "fine but let's make it quick. I'm starving." She followed her daughter through the doors, sweeping her eyes quickly over the wares. "Your aunt does love a good muggle book." She walked around, looking at the various books, quills, ink pots, and journals but stopped when she came to a particular section. "Dora," she whispered to get her daughter's attention.

"What is it mum?" She asked, walking over carrying a few journals, quills, and a few books for her aunt.

"Look," she pointed. "They have a magical section."

"Every store we've been in since we've set off on this journey has had a magical section, mum."

"This one feels different," she turned and looked towards the register. "Ma'am," Andromeda spoke up, the blonde behind the counter looked at her. "Can you tell me who utilizes these books most?"

"Of course," the airy voice of the girl answered. "The students from Hogwarts School of WitchCraft and Wizardry."

"Is it still in existence?" Dora whispered.

"Thank you," Andromeda called out before turning her back to the girl. "How Bella managed to get us back here is beyond me."

"She has to be here then," Dora smiled. "I'm going to go pay for this."

"Wait."

She grabbed her daughter and they watched as a brunette came out of the back of the shop waving to the clerk, "see you tomorrow, Luna. Have a good evening."

"Be safe tonight," the blonde called back before the bell above the door jingled signaling the brunette had left.

Andromeda nodded to her daughter to go work her charm. "Hey there," Dora said as she slid into the spot at the register. "How are you today?"

"Oh I'm okay. The nargles have been very loud though so I've been a bit distracted." Dora didn't know how to respond so she just smiled. "Will this be all?"

"Your store has a beautiful selection. It was so hard to choose. I love how it's a combination of muggle and magical things."

"A lot of muggles have recently moved into Hogsmeade over the past few years." The girl was bagging up her items while Dora thought that this was exactly the news her aunt wouldn't want to hear. "How are you paying today? Cash or charge?"

"Charge?" Dora's confusion was overwhelming. "I have these." She pulled out her coin purse and handed it to the blonde.

"Galleons. Perfect," she pulled out the needed amount and handed the bag back over the counter.

"Say," Dora knew it was time, the charm oozing out of her body. "That girl who just left. I know her from somewhere but I can't for the life of me place a name to her face. Could you be so kind as to help me out?"

"Oh," the blonde smiled. "She works nights at the Hogshead. She's a bartender. You could've seen her there."

"Thanks," she waited.

"Luna. I'm Luna."

"Thanks Luna. You've been very helpful," she grabbed her bags when she saw her mom near the front door. She started walking away before she turned back, "what's the other girl's name again?"

"Hermione."

She snapped her fingers, "that's it! Hermione. I can't believe I forgot her name. Thanks, love." She waved as she followed her mother out of the store.

"Laying it on a little thick aren't you?"

"Hey," Dora shrugged. "At least I found out her name. She could be the girl we are looking for."

"The description has an uncanny resemblance. Now," Andromeda led her daughter down the road. "Take mummy for a drink. And if they don't have decent fish and chips in here I may just set the whole bloody place on fire and loot them."

"Seems fair," Dora laughed as they walked down the road passing by many shops. "If this isn't our girl can we come back to the sweets shops."

Her mother rolled her eyes and grabbed the bags out of Dora's hands, "make it quick. I'm waiting out here." She swore her daughter squealed as she ran into the store called Honeydukes.

When Dora emerged she found her mother sitting on a bench a few shop doors down, "mum," she shouted as she ran to catch up. She plopped down on the bench next to her. "Look at all this stuff I got."

She held the bags open for Andromeda, "you were in there for 30 minutes, kitten. Did you buy the whole store?"

"No," Dora snatched her bag back defensively. "I got some stuff for everyone. These are for dad," she pulled out a box labeled fizzing whizbees. "I think I've heard him talk about these before."

The frosty exterior melted off of her mother, "he does love those." She pulled her daughter into a hug, kissing the side of her head. "He's going to be a very happy man when you give him these. Are these sugar quills for your Aunt Bella?" When Dora smiled she continued, "you've really been absorbing our stories all these years haven't you?"

"I love hearing about your past lives. Sometimes you talk fondly about this place. I thought even if that isn't our girl in the bar, we can at least bring a little joy back to the ship."

She was proud of her daughter. Dora had endless kindness, "you will kitten. Let's go find that girl, shall we?" They walked the rest of the way down the road until they got to an old looking pub. "Here we are. Classy isn't she?"

"Are they going to let me in?"

"Well," Andy shrugged, "you are 17 and in the wizarding world that means you are of age."

"Wicked," Dora laughed as she opened the door for her mother.

"Lovely."

"You sound like Aunt Cissy. It's not so bad. Rustic."

Andromeda shook her head, taking in the ambiance and patrons. "Let's sit over at that booth near the back. Go sit down and I'll order us a couple of drinks and food." She walked, settling down on a bar stool. First she saw someone from her past and successfully avoided his gaze under her cloak's hood when she saw the girl from the book store.

"Can I get you something?" The brunette asked with a smile.

""Please tell me that you sell food here too?"

"Well," the brunette gave her a cheeky smile. "We don't but I know the owner of the place next door and can get you some food as long as it's on her menu. She has a soft spot for me as long as her drinks are free after work," the brunette let out a little laugh.

"Can you sweet talk me and my daughter over there two plates of fish and chips?"

"Of course," she smiled, crossing her arms on the bar top. "Anything to drink?"

"Two butter beers and a couple shots of fire whiskey."

"So you are familiar with the drinks. I haven't seen you around here before," she turned, reached down to grab two tankards and filled them with butterbeer before sliding them across the table. She then pulled out two shot glasses. "Not that I'm checking but Aberforth will kill me if I don't at least ask how old your daughter is."

"She's 17, love."

The brunette looked a little skeptical. The woman standing in front of her did not look old enough to have a 17 year old child. Taking a longer look, she noted the woman was wearing a long black skirt, a flowing white blouse and a purple corset underneath her cloak. She noted that the woman had just taken off a pair of leather gloves. It was a more traditional look than she was used to seeing since the muggles moved in. Most wizards and witches opted for muggle clothing these days which made it easier for the brunette to blend in around the locals. "Two shots of fire whiskey. I'll run next door and put your food order in. It won't take long."

"Thanks…"

"Hermione."

"I'm Andy," she held her hand out, the brunette shaking it with a firm grasp. Looking at their clasped hands, she smirked. "Thank you, Hermione."

Andy walked over to their booth holding the butterbeers in one hand and the shots of whiskey in her other hand. "Don't tell your father." She slid the drinks down the table. "Fish and chips are coming up."

"So? Who is that man you avoided?"

"He owns the pub. Aberforth Dumbledore has been a long hater of The Sisters Black for many years. I don't know if he would remember me. We are a rather unforgettable breed of people," Andy laughed. "None of that matters right now, Hermione came to the rescue and she's putting our order in next door," Andy held out her shot of fire whiskey and waited for her daughter to clink glasses to cheers with her. "Down the hatch, kitten," she smiled and threw her drink back, watching as her daughter kept a straight face after her shot. "Impressive. You are definitely part Black."

"What do we think of the girl?"

They looked over and saw her reentering the bar, "oh that's definitely our girl."

"Are you sure? Did you feel it?

Andy was a long lived empath. She had the gift of being able to feel things through simple touch. She could see things about a person when she touched them and she mostly hated it. Andy always thought it was a burden. She would often be seen wearing gloves because she didn't necessarily want this gift but it was hers to use "I shook her hand. I didn't get much from her but I got enough. She's the one we've been searching for. I could feel it crackling through her skin."

"Okay. Now we just have to get her back to the ship. Do you think she's going to go willingly?"

Andy thought it over while taking a sip from her butterbeer. The thick liquid coating her tongue instantly took her back to her long forgotten childhood, "possibly. You are quite charming."

"And if my charm fails?"

Andy laughed, leaning in and motioned for her daughter to lean in. She whispered, "do you still have that powder that you got from The Man?" Dora nodded and patted the inside pocket of her cloak. "Good. I feel we are going to need it."

A few moments later, Hermione walked over carrying the plates of food, "another round of butterbeers ladies?"

"Yes please," Andy smiled up and took the plates from the brunette in an attempt to brush their hands together again. She only got a handful of plates this time, "this smells delicious."

"I'll give your praise to Madam Rosemerta next time I see her. Be right back with those drinks," she smiled and turned walking back behind the bar.

Dora immediately dug into her food like she hadn't eaten in years, "don't tell dad but this is the best fish I've ever tasted."

Andy only laughed, "your secret is safe with me."

Hermione walked back over and placed the tankards down on the table, "let me know if I can get the two of you anything else."

"Thank you," Dora said with a mouthful of food. Andy just rolled her eyes. You can take the girl off of the ship but you can't take the pirate out of the girl, she thought as she delved into her own plate of food.

They sat, talked, drank and watched as the patrons left the pub one by one until they were the only two remaining in the place. Aberforth seemed to make his exit long ago, leaving Hermione to close up shop. Andy and Dora noticed her comfortable nature with the events so they assumed this was a regular occurrence. "Okay," Andy looked over at her daughter. "We need to get her outside. Maybe around the corner out of the line of sight of the restaurant next door."

"She's closing up. Let's offer to walk her home. Safety in numbers."

Andy smirked, "you are far too good at this." They gathered up their stuff and approached the bar. "Thanks for procuring the dinners for us. It was very delicious."

"Oh it was no bother at all. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm just about done here. I was going to see if the two of you were ready to head out. It's been a long day."

"Can we walk you home? It's the least we can do for those delicious meals," Dora smiled at the brunette.

"Which way are you heading?" Hermione asked after they exited the pub, turning the oversized key in the lock outside and dropping it into a beaded bag. "I don't live too far actually."

"Towards the docks."

Hermione was heading that direction. She lived in the apartment above the bookstore but didn't offer the ladies that bit of information. She felt fine in their presence but they almost seemed too casual for her liking. "The docks? What do you guys have going on down there?"

"Sailed here."

Hermione looked at the pink haired girl. Something was off. The two charming ladies at the pub had been replaced with these cryptic versions of their former selves. "Town ordinance states that nobody is allowed down by the docks after 11pm."

"Why is that?" Andy asked with a slight amusement in her tone.

"Umm," Hermione's brain was telling her to run. "Pirates," was all she got out when she felt herself being back into an alleyway. Her back hitting the brick wall outside of the bookshop. She was being closed in by the two women. Each one trapping her by an arm on either side of her head.

"Listen, love," Andy spoke first. "Our Captain has been searching for you for a very long time. They've requested an audience with you. We aren't leaving this town without you." She watched the brunette gulp. "Now, we can do this the easy way where you come with us willingly. Or we can do this the pirate way. The choice is up to you."

"What does your Captain want with me?"

"We don't ask questions," Dora replied as cold as stone. "The Captain gives the orders and we bring back the girls."

Hermione had considered her options and she didn't feel either would be suited for her. "Yeah," she said, "that's not happening," and took a swing at the daughter, throwing the two of them off balance. She took off running down the alleyway in hopes of making it inside before either of them could catch up.

"Stupid. Brave but stupid. You go that way," Andy pointed after the girl. "Get the powder ready. I'll go around the other side to stop her."

Dora took off after the girl, the brunette never leaving her line of sight. This girl was feisty. She liked when they were feisty. "Run run run," she sang out. "I'm gonna get you." She made it to the stairs at the same time as Hermione and reached for her arm but the brunette pulled away, spinning in the other direction only to be clotheslined by the older woman. Andy took Hermione down to the ground and pinned her with her body weight. "Good one mum," she squatted down and looked at the squirming brunette. She didn't look scared, just pissed off that she was caught. Dora noted the look of annoyance as if this was just a big inconvenience for her.

"Do it now, Dora," Andy hissed. "I can't hold her all day."

"This will teach you to fuck around with pirates," she said before blowing a cloud of pink smoke into the girl's face.

Hermione's body immediately went slack in Andy's grip and she let go, standing and kicking the brunette's boot to make sure the powder had worked. "I'm not carrying her back to the ship."

Dora laughed at her mother, "fine," she stood up and hoisted Hermione's limp body up and over her shoulder. "At least we aren't too far off."

Andy smiled, "good work tonight. Your Aunt will be very happy. I see the First Mate position in your near future," she said as they walked back to the ship after stopping to retrieve their items from the shops with their real treasure slung over Dora's shoulder.

Hermione had been sleeping for longer than she ever thought possible. She couldn't even remember laying down in her bed or falling asleep. A gentle rocking motion was bringing her from her slumber as she felt a pain on the back in her skull. With her eyes still closed she reached back and felt a lump she didn't remember receiving. The brunette rolled over and stretched, feeling a small cot underneath her and a scratchy blanket draped over her body. Her eyes shot open, the events of the previous evening came rushing back to her. When she sat up she saw that she was inside what could only be described as a prison cell. The small cot she inhabited was indeed behind a set of thick prison bars. The wool blanket that was left for her was anything but luxurious. She did note a glass of water on the ground next to some bread. She rolled her eyes and thought, great so my captors are at least considerate of my basic human needs. She looked around and noted a small toilet and sink in the room. "Perfect Hermione. How do you plan on getting out of this one?" She swung her feet onto the floor and felt the wooden planks beneath her shoes. There was one small porthole that she could look out if she stood on the cot. "Might as well," she said, climbing up onto the bed and peering out. All she could see for miles was the clear blue ocean water. "Well this isn't good," she sighed, not realizing she wasn't alone anymore.

Another being entered the room and stood just outside of the locked prison cell. "Finally awake?" A deep raspy voice called out from behind Hermione. "Welcome aboard, pet."