Prates and wizards
Disclaimer: I own neither Pirates of the Caribbean nor Harry Potter.
Authors Note: Wow, had no idea this would be so popular! Listen mates, I'm trying to keep everyone from POTC in character, but I can't promise anything. So please bear with me.
Thanks to my friend and beta, Paladin Steelbreaker.
Chapter One
Harry sighed as he watched the owl come soaring towards him. It was the owl the Order sent every three days to check on him and to keep his spirits up. When were they going to realise that nothing could cheer him up except for the return of Sirius? Sure Professor Lupin - 'Call me Remus' - was still as nice and a great support, but slowly Harry sunk into depression. He didn't sleep, he didn't eat, he just sat in his room at the Dursleys and dreamt up millions of ways he could've saved Sirius or what their life would've been if they had moved together after his third year. Or versions of how it would be if he had lived with Sirius from the beginning. He included Cedric in those dreams as well. The two of them would be best friends since kinder garden, then they would start at Hogwarts together and meet Hermione and Ron, and all of them would be happy and have a chance at being children. Voldemort would not come back at all, his mother and father would wake up from a magical coma, Malfoy would be thrown out of school, everything would be wonderful. Then he would wake up from the dream and remember exactly where he was and what had happened. Then the guilt would come back tenfold and he would hold the pillow close to himself until the tears stopped. A few times he fainted form exhaustion, then the dreams of Voldemort came. The Dark Lord was constantly telling him it was his fault that Sirius had died, everything was his fault. And Harry accepted that.
The Dursleys kept away from him mostly due to the fact that the Order had threatened them at the station, but also because they could sense the immense sadness surrounding their nephew. Even Vernon didn't have the heart to order the boy around. To tell the truth it wasn't as fun anymore, before he would be able to see the restrained anger in those green eyes, but now there was nothing. Petunia discovered that she actually had a place in her heart for the son of her sister. She regularly went up to his room with food and to feed and clean the owl as Harry forgot it sometimes. It scared her to see Lily's green eyes so dead and lifeless when she remembered them so full of life and rebellion against anything called law and order. Dudley was mostly out terrorising the neighbourhood kids, and he couldn't understand why his parents were so worried for a freak like Harry. Sure, the freaks at the station had threatened them, but that was no excuse to ignore the little shit. Now Dudley had to do the scrawny brat's chores, something he detested.
Harry sighed and moved away and allowed the owl to fly through the window. He really had no idea why they sent these letters to him when they were keeping their eyes on him anyways. He untied the letter and the owl - who had learned not to expect a treat - flew off to Hedwig's unoccupied cage where it drank before waiting patiently for Harry to read and reply to the letter.
'Dearest Harry,
How are you doing? Are you sure that you are completely alright? You seemed to have spilled something on your last letter, there were several smudges in the ink. Were you crying? It's alright, let it all out, you can't keep it all bottled up.
Well, there's nothing new here. Dumbledore pops in and out, Molly is her usual self, the twin's joke shop is going splendidly and they have turned to making useful weapons for us in their spare time. Ron and Hermione bicker, Ginny is corresponding an awful lot with Neville and someone called Luna Lovegood. Tonks is still mad as a hatter, and both she and Kingsley have their hands full in trying to keep the Ministry under control. Fudge is still being an idiot, but a more bearable one.
Owl me at once if you get another vision. Dumbledore says to practice your occlumency. Please, Harry, do what he tells you to. He's doing it for your best interest. I'll check with him if you can't visit us in the last week before school starts.
Take care,
Remus Lupin'
The Boy Who Lived shook his head and found a parchment to write on.
'I'm fine. Nothing to worry about. Say hi to everyone, and be extra nice to Buckbeak.
Harry'
That was his usual letter and this was no exception. He tied it to the owl and it flew off after giving him an encouraging nip in the finger. Harry went back to his bed and stared at the ceiling. He just wanted Sirius, or someone to call family, to be there. Was that too much to ask for? With those thoughts swirling in his head he fell asleep not noticing the unnatural fog that gathered outside. Nor having any idea that his life was about to change, and this time for the better.
~~~~~~*~~~~~~
As the fog settled over Little Whinging people hurried home and shops closed. There was something unnatural about this fog, something dangerous. Mothers and fathers quickly got their children, and not even the toughest boys dared to stay out, no matter if they were over the age of twenty. There was just something...
The fog was particularly thick in the area around Privet Drive. Mundungus Fletcher, who was on watch-duty that night, shuddered and hurried back to Arabella's. He'd rather face her wrath than to stay out in the fog. Therefore he didn't notice the huge black shape that came floating through the fog. Not even a person standing five feet away would see more than something dark moving, so thick was the fog.
The black thing turned out to be a ship named the Black Pearl, a name that suited her well. She was made of dark brown, almost black, wood, her sails were black as well, and she gave off a feeling of danger.
The ship floated through the fog as if it was floating on water. There was a few feet between her bottom and the pavement. She didn't make a noise except for the ropes. The crew was watching the houses going by with great interest. None of them had ever thought that the future could be like this, and they had all refused when their captain had offered to put them ashore before going on this adventure.
They stopped outside a house that looked like the others. It was white, with a driveway, one of these self-moving carriages standing in the path up to the front door. A number 4 in brass was hung by the door, shining slightly in the light of the lamp that stood there as well. Ropes were thrown off the ship and five of the crew started to lower themselves down. Once their feet touched the ground they surrounded the house searching for a way in. They found an open window on the first floor.
"That's where 'e is." One of them mumbled. "Anamaria, we're gonna need yer climbin' abilities."
"Already on it, Capt'n." A female voice replied before one of the people swung a grasping hook and threw it. After a few pulls to make sure it was secure the first person that had spoken began to climb. He was quickly followed by the rest.
They silently entered the small room and looked around. In the corner stood a trunk and two of them were ordered to take it with them. A white owl sat in her cage and watched them with interest. Another man took the owl and soothingly stroked it to keep it quiet. The two people that were left looked at the bed where a small boy was sleeping.
"Are ye sure 'e's 16?" the woman asked. " 'E looks more like 12."
"That's 'im." The man picked up the boy and shook his head at how light he was. "C'mon before someone awakes."
The woman nodded and together they managed to slowly lower the boy to the ground. The boy didn't wake up during the trip back to the ship, nor when they carefully put him in a cabin. He didn't feel the powerful pull that indicated that the ship had started moving, neither did he see the fog shaping itself into a swirling hole big enough for the ship to pass through. Once the ship was through the fog and the hole disappeared. The night became warm again and people blinked in surprise.
The only thing that was left was a rope hanging outside the window on the first floor in Number 4, Privet Drive.
~~~~~~*~~~~~~
Harry snuggled deeper into the bed. It was warm and good and... and there was something seriously wrong with this picture. For one his bed wasn't this good. Two: he didn't have nightmares. Three: the room wasn't supposed to be moving like that. And four: since when did the smell and sound of the sea get to Privet Drive?
His eyes snapped open and his mouth dropped. He was in a cabin, that much was certain. There was a desk there, a chair some cabinets and a wardrobe. Harry's own trunk stood by the head of the bed and Hedwig stood there as well. A new set of clothes was put out for him on the trunk. Dark pants, knee-high boots, a shirt with enormous sleeves, a bandana, a sash, a triangular hat and a dagger. He quickly got dressed and looked at himself. Everything was too big for him, so he folded the boots until they didn't come longer than to his lower shin. The sash he used to keep the pants up however he didn't use the bandana.
Just as he started to explore the cabin further, the door opened and in came a man. He was dressed in dirty clothes that looked a lot like the ones Harry had been given. Once he saw Harry he grinned and revealed several gold-teeth.
"Good te see ye awake, whelp." He said in an accent that made Harry wonder if the man was drunk. "I am Jack Sparrow, Captain of this lovely ship the Black Pearl." Harry just blinked and sat down at the bed. He wasn't up for fighting. The man frowned. "You never 'eard of me?"
"No, sir."
"Drop the sir, whelp. I'm a pirate not some bloody redcoat." Jack sat down on the chair and faced Harry. "Ye wanna know where, what and why, right?"
"Yes si- captain." Harry nodded.
"Well then, lets start at the beginin'." Then Jack started to tell Harry of the gypsy woman, but he avoided certain facts like the one that he was forced to help the boy. Better to let him believe it was all free will. Then he told Harry of their relation and grinned. "So, what'dya wanna do? I'm givin' ye the afternoon off, and t'morrow we start yer trainin' as a pirate."
Harry just stared at him. He hadn't said a word during the whole one-sided conversation. "I don't care. Anything is fine with me."
It was Jack's turn to blink. This kid seriously needed to learn to live again. "Right, then we're goin' out te meet the crew. They've been worried about ye, ye know."
The boy shrugged and opened Hedwig's cage. The owl hooted and landed on his shoulder and he followed the older man out the door and on deck. The crew dropped whatever was in their hands and gathered around, most of them hurried up from the lower decks where they had hid themselves from the sun.
"Mates!" Jack called. "I want ye te meet Harry Potter!"
The only female on board that Harry could see, came over to them and stared at his eyes. "Hmm, wonderful eyes there, Green-Eyes. I'm Anamaria."
Harry shook her hand but didn't say anything. He wasn't sure what to make of the situation, it needed time to settle in his head, for him to accept that he was on a ship in the 1600ds, his ancestor was a pirate, and he was going to be trained as a pirate. Why did he always end up in the most unlikely of situations?
~~~~~~*~~~~~~
There. It's done. What do you think?
Also: I HAVE STARTED A LIVEJOURNAL (link on my page). Anything you want to know about the progress of some story is going to be there.
Thanks to:
Lyra Pendragon, sris, harryforeva, Kenny7, Sea, HarryPotter21, Shinigami, Sophie W., Lady Addiction, misty43, Arianne, Rogue1615, chaser1, Quicksilver11, SSSRoaB, HAZZAGRIFF, love-power-child, Lady Phoenix Slytherin, THE-PENGUIN2, Mystic Huntress, USA Tiger, Zorro, Lady of the Woods, Cartooned, ALPHA WOLFE, Wyrm, I love Redheads w/Fangs, twin demonic angels, Korinna Myorin, Venison, ~, Jess16, Digi Bonds, Drakhar, Arwen MGranger, Herald-Mage Brianna, WolfMoon, Yasha, Tasidia, Deity of the Darkness, Aurumlepi, Fate, Siri Kat, Spiffycool, KamiSusan, ~Mary~, Solaris Isa and jedizelot.
Disclaimer: I own neither Pirates of the Caribbean nor Harry Potter.
Authors Note: Wow, had no idea this would be so popular! Listen mates, I'm trying to keep everyone from POTC in character, but I can't promise anything. So please bear with me.
Thanks to my friend and beta, Paladin Steelbreaker.
Chapter One
Harry sighed as he watched the owl come soaring towards him. It was the owl the Order sent every three days to check on him and to keep his spirits up. When were they going to realise that nothing could cheer him up except for the return of Sirius? Sure Professor Lupin - 'Call me Remus' - was still as nice and a great support, but slowly Harry sunk into depression. He didn't sleep, he didn't eat, he just sat in his room at the Dursleys and dreamt up millions of ways he could've saved Sirius or what their life would've been if they had moved together after his third year. Or versions of how it would be if he had lived with Sirius from the beginning. He included Cedric in those dreams as well. The two of them would be best friends since kinder garden, then they would start at Hogwarts together and meet Hermione and Ron, and all of them would be happy and have a chance at being children. Voldemort would not come back at all, his mother and father would wake up from a magical coma, Malfoy would be thrown out of school, everything would be wonderful. Then he would wake up from the dream and remember exactly where he was and what had happened. Then the guilt would come back tenfold and he would hold the pillow close to himself until the tears stopped. A few times he fainted form exhaustion, then the dreams of Voldemort came. The Dark Lord was constantly telling him it was his fault that Sirius had died, everything was his fault. And Harry accepted that.
The Dursleys kept away from him mostly due to the fact that the Order had threatened them at the station, but also because they could sense the immense sadness surrounding their nephew. Even Vernon didn't have the heart to order the boy around. To tell the truth it wasn't as fun anymore, before he would be able to see the restrained anger in those green eyes, but now there was nothing. Petunia discovered that she actually had a place in her heart for the son of her sister. She regularly went up to his room with food and to feed and clean the owl as Harry forgot it sometimes. It scared her to see Lily's green eyes so dead and lifeless when she remembered them so full of life and rebellion against anything called law and order. Dudley was mostly out terrorising the neighbourhood kids, and he couldn't understand why his parents were so worried for a freak like Harry. Sure, the freaks at the station had threatened them, but that was no excuse to ignore the little shit. Now Dudley had to do the scrawny brat's chores, something he detested.
Harry sighed and moved away and allowed the owl to fly through the window. He really had no idea why they sent these letters to him when they were keeping their eyes on him anyways. He untied the letter and the owl - who had learned not to expect a treat - flew off to Hedwig's unoccupied cage where it drank before waiting patiently for Harry to read and reply to the letter.
'Dearest Harry,
How are you doing? Are you sure that you are completely alright? You seemed to have spilled something on your last letter, there were several smudges in the ink. Were you crying? It's alright, let it all out, you can't keep it all bottled up.
Well, there's nothing new here. Dumbledore pops in and out, Molly is her usual self, the twin's joke shop is going splendidly and they have turned to making useful weapons for us in their spare time. Ron and Hermione bicker, Ginny is corresponding an awful lot with Neville and someone called Luna Lovegood. Tonks is still mad as a hatter, and both she and Kingsley have their hands full in trying to keep the Ministry under control. Fudge is still being an idiot, but a more bearable one.
Owl me at once if you get another vision. Dumbledore says to practice your occlumency. Please, Harry, do what he tells you to. He's doing it for your best interest. I'll check with him if you can't visit us in the last week before school starts.
Take care,
Remus Lupin'
The Boy Who Lived shook his head and found a parchment to write on.
'I'm fine. Nothing to worry about. Say hi to everyone, and be extra nice to Buckbeak.
Harry'
That was his usual letter and this was no exception. He tied it to the owl and it flew off after giving him an encouraging nip in the finger. Harry went back to his bed and stared at the ceiling. He just wanted Sirius, or someone to call family, to be there. Was that too much to ask for? With those thoughts swirling in his head he fell asleep not noticing the unnatural fog that gathered outside. Nor having any idea that his life was about to change, and this time for the better.
~~~~~~*~~~~~~
As the fog settled over Little Whinging people hurried home and shops closed. There was something unnatural about this fog, something dangerous. Mothers and fathers quickly got their children, and not even the toughest boys dared to stay out, no matter if they were over the age of twenty. There was just something...
The fog was particularly thick in the area around Privet Drive. Mundungus Fletcher, who was on watch-duty that night, shuddered and hurried back to Arabella's. He'd rather face her wrath than to stay out in the fog. Therefore he didn't notice the huge black shape that came floating through the fog. Not even a person standing five feet away would see more than something dark moving, so thick was the fog.
The black thing turned out to be a ship named the Black Pearl, a name that suited her well. She was made of dark brown, almost black, wood, her sails were black as well, and she gave off a feeling of danger.
The ship floated through the fog as if it was floating on water. There was a few feet between her bottom and the pavement. She didn't make a noise except for the ropes. The crew was watching the houses going by with great interest. None of them had ever thought that the future could be like this, and they had all refused when their captain had offered to put them ashore before going on this adventure.
They stopped outside a house that looked like the others. It was white, with a driveway, one of these self-moving carriages standing in the path up to the front door. A number 4 in brass was hung by the door, shining slightly in the light of the lamp that stood there as well. Ropes were thrown off the ship and five of the crew started to lower themselves down. Once their feet touched the ground they surrounded the house searching for a way in. They found an open window on the first floor.
"That's where 'e is." One of them mumbled. "Anamaria, we're gonna need yer climbin' abilities."
"Already on it, Capt'n." A female voice replied before one of the people swung a grasping hook and threw it. After a few pulls to make sure it was secure the first person that had spoken began to climb. He was quickly followed by the rest.
They silently entered the small room and looked around. In the corner stood a trunk and two of them were ordered to take it with them. A white owl sat in her cage and watched them with interest. Another man took the owl and soothingly stroked it to keep it quiet. The two people that were left looked at the bed where a small boy was sleeping.
"Are ye sure 'e's 16?" the woman asked. " 'E looks more like 12."
"That's 'im." The man picked up the boy and shook his head at how light he was. "C'mon before someone awakes."
The woman nodded and together they managed to slowly lower the boy to the ground. The boy didn't wake up during the trip back to the ship, nor when they carefully put him in a cabin. He didn't feel the powerful pull that indicated that the ship had started moving, neither did he see the fog shaping itself into a swirling hole big enough for the ship to pass through. Once the ship was through the fog and the hole disappeared. The night became warm again and people blinked in surprise.
The only thing that was left was a rope hanging outside the window on the first floor in Number 4, Privet Drive.
~~~~~~*~~~~~~
Harry snuggled deeper into the bed. It was warm and good and... and there was something seriously wrong with this picture. For one his bed wasn't this good. Two: he didn't have nightmares. Three: the room wasn't supposed to be moving like that. And four: since when did the smell and sound of the sea get to Privet Drive?
His eyes snapped open and his mouth dropped. He was in a cabin, that much was certain. There was a desk there, a chair some cabinets and a wardrobe. Harry's own trunk stood by the head of the bed and Hedwig stood there as well. A new set of clothes was put out for him on the trunk. Dark pants, knee-high boots, a shirt with enormous sleeves, a bandana, a sash, a triangular hat and a dagger. He quickly got dressed and looked at himself. Everything was too big for him, so he folded the boots until they didn't come longer than to his lower shin. The sash he used to keep the pants up however he didn't use the bandana.
Just as he started to explore the cabin further, the door opened and in came a man. He was dressed in dirty clothes that looked a lot like the ones Harry had been given. Once he saw Harry he grinned and revealed several gold-teeth.
"Good te see ye awake, whelp." He said in an accent that made Harry wonder if the man was drunk. "I am Jack Sparrow, Captain of this lovely ship the Black Pearl." Harry just blinked and sat down at the bed. He wasn't up for fighting. The man frowned. "You never 'eard of me?"
"No, sir."
"Drop the sir, whelp. I'm a pirate not some bloody redcoat." Jack sat down on the chair and faced Harry. "Ye wanna know where, what and why, right?"
"Yes si- captain." Harry nodded.
"Well then, lets start at the beginin'." Then Jack started to tell Harry of the gypsy woman, but he avoided certain facts like the one that he was forced to help the boy. Better to let him believe it was all free will. Then he told Harry of their relation and grinned. "So, what'dya wanna do? I'm givin' ye the afternoon off, and t'morrow we start yer trainin' as a pirate."
Harry just stared at him. He hadn't said a word during the whole one-sided conversation. "I don't care. Anything is fine with me."
It was Jack's turn to blink. This kid seriously needed to learn to live again. "Right, then we're goin' out te meet the crew. They've been worried about ye, ye know."
The boy shrugged and opened Hedwig's cage. The owl hooted and landed on his shoulder and he followed the older man out the door and on deck. The crew dropped whatever was in their hands and gathered around, most of them hurried up from the lower decks where they had hid themselves from the sun.
"Mates!" Jack called. "I want ye te meet Harry Potter!"
The only female on board that Harry could see, came over to them and stared at his eyes. "Hmm, wonderful eyes there, Green-Eyes. I'm Anamaria."
Harry shook her hand but didn't say anything. He wasn't sure what to make of the situation, it needed time to settle in his head, for him to accept that he was on a ship in the 1600ds, his ancestor was a pirate, and he was going to be trained as a pirate. Why did he always end up in the most unlikely of situations?
~~~~~~*~~~~~~
There. It's done. What do you think?
Also: I HAVE STARTED A LIVEJOURNAL (link on my page). Anything you want to know about the progress of some story is going to be there.
Thanks to:
Lyra Pendragon, sris, harryforeva, Kenny7, Sea, HarryPotter21, Shinigami, Sophie W., Lady Addiction, misty43, Arianne, Rogue1615, chaser1, Quicksilver11, SSSRoaB, HAZZAGRIFF, love-power-child, Lady Phoenix Slytherin, THE-PENGUIN2, Mystic Huntress, USA Tiger, Zorro, Lady of the Woods, Cartooned, ALPHA WOLFE, Wyrm, I love Redheads w/Fangs, twin demonic angels, Korinna Myorin, Venison, ~, Jess16, Digi Bonds, Drakhar, Arwen MGranger, Herald-Mage Brianna, WolfMoon, Yasha, Tasidia, Deity of the Darkness, Aurumlepi, Fate, Siri Kat, Spiffycool, KamiSusan, ~Mary~, Solaris Isa and jedizelot.