Pirates and wizards
Disclaimer: I own neither Pirates of the Caribbean nor Harry Potter
Authors Note: Here's chapter two. Enjoy!
Thanks to my friend and beta Paladin Steelbreaker.
chapter two
Harry soon learned that the life aboard a ship was difficult, even more difficult for him who was completely new. He hadn't even seen the sea before this, let alone been on a boat. The crew was patient with him and taught him everything they knew, but he never put his heart in the training. He was constantly thinking of Sirius and of things that could have been, he was dwelling on dreams.
Jack watched with worry as Harry faded more and more away. They needed to reach the boy as fast as possible or he would die and Jack would loose his soul, both things he would happily avoid. So one night he asked the crew what they thought.
Harry, who had become slightly hungry, was on his way towards the galley, when he heard voices and stopped. His curious nature took over at once and he silently made his way to the slightly open door and sat down to listen.
"So," Jack's voice sounded. "Whad'dya think of Green-Eyes?" Harry really didn't like the nickname.
"Ye want me to be 'onest or dis'onest?" the voice belonged to Tipper.
"Honest."
"The lad's the worst sailor I've ever seen and that's sayin' summat. Bear in mind tha' I'm takin' youn' Will Turner into consideration 'ere as well."
Jack nodded. "Anamaria?"
" 'E's a good lad, Jack, but 'e's too far gone for us to 'elp 'im." The female pirate sighed. " 'E has the gift Jack, the same one that makes you such a good capt'n, but 'e's too far down. 'E'll be dead before the year's over if somethin' doesn't snap 'im out of it."
Another voice spoke up. "Great!" it was happy and joyous and belonged to Pete. Pete was a guy Harry really didn't like because he looked and acted too much like Peter Pettigrew. "Bless the boy, 'e 'as just won me twenty doubloons."
"What are ye talkin' about?" Jack snapped. Apparently he hadn't known about this bet either.
"Ye see, me and ol' Tipper made a bet. Tipper said the lad would last at least two weeks, and I said one. I won."
Suddenly there was a gunshot and a scream of pain. "If you ever bet about my heir again, it won't be your hand Pete, but your head." Jack's voice was deadly calm. He'd lost every trace of his weird, slurring accent and spoke as clear as anyone. "Harry is not going to die, nor is he going to fade away. He's a Sparrow, and though he may have gone through some horrible things a Sparrow always gets back up. I'll help him myself even if it turns out to be the last thing I ever do!"
Harry retreated back to the cabin he had been staying the past four days. Hedwig sat on the mast as usual and chatted with Cotton's parrot. Her cage was stored away in Harry's trunk after being shrunk. Two things Harry had noticed since coming to the past was that Voldemort couldn't reach him here and he could do magic without being busted by the Ministry of Magic. As a 16 year old he was counted on as a full grown up, and could use his magic whenever he wanted.
He sat down on the bed his head in his hands.
Jack really believed in him, which was weird as he had thought that pirates didn't care about anything else but gold and silver. He felt more at home here at sea than even in Hogwarts. Most of the crew were wonderful people with funny quirks and habits, and he especially liked the way they spoke with their weird accents. He thought about Ron and his large family and Hermione and hers. And the numberless others that would die if Voldemort was allowed to roam free and do what he wanted. Sure Fudge and Dumbledore were doing their best to keep Voldemort from gaining any more power, but only Harry could destroy him. Was he really so cold-hearted that he was willing to inflict the pain of loosing someone on others when he could do something to stop it? No, he couldn't, that he knew with all his heart. He owed it to his parents and Sirius to at least try to bring Voldemort down. It all came back to him, didn't it.
Anger built in him and his green eyes started to sparkle even more. Voldemort was going to pay for all he had done, and he was going to pay good.
~~~~~~*~~~~~~
Albus looked around the room in worry. This could not be happening. Harry couldn't be gone, not when they needed him the most. Everything from his room was gone, and there was no trace of intruders except a rope hanging from the windowsill. Petunia and Vernon had contacted the Headmaster of Hogwarts at once when they discovered that their nephew was gone, they had even gone as far as to capture an owl in the park not caring if the neighbours saw them. They really cared about Harry. He smiled at this thought, but it quickly slipped off his face again. The fact was Harry was gone, and Voldemort was having a jolly good time with it. Or, in Severus's words: "He's never been happier, and never before has he scared me more than now."
"We have to search for him!" Molly Weasley insisted. "That boy is like my own son, and if that monster Voldemort has captured him I'm going there myself to get him back. And god help the Dark Lord if he gets in my way.
"Calm down Molly," Snape sneered. "Voldemort may be happy as a hyperactive child, but he is still pissed off at the fact that he hasn't got Potter in his claws. Someone beat him to it, and he has wowed revenge."
Remus just sat there staring at the table with his head in his hands. Tonks put a comforting arm around him and hugged him close as the werewolf started to cry once again. Kingsley was looking a bit out of it himself, Arabella was glaring at Mundungus who was trying to hide behind Albus, and Mr Weasley was shaking his head.
In a corner stood the twins, Ginny and Hermione. All holding on to each other for comfort and strength. None of them believed that Harry was truly gone, and they didn't even think of the fact that he could be dead. They knew, deep in their hearts, that Harry was still alive. Therefore it was a bit easier for them to bear his disappearance.
Ron stood in a corner by himself. He really didn't know what to do. The fact that Harry was gone brought two consequences that he could see. One was that the Dark Lord would have a better chance of winning the war, and the other was that he was finally able to be Ron again and not in Harry Potter's shadow. For once he could be the hero. Yet, Harry was gone...
"People, people, calm down please!" Dumbledore said once the level of noise got dangerously high. "I know that the fact that Harry is gone is worrisome, but I have a feeling that Harry isn't dead. He has just disappeared off to somewhere, and he is having a good time otherwise he would've found a way to contact us. Until he returns - which we all know he will - we must do without him to the best of our abilities."
"How can you be so sure, Albus?" Remus asked and looked up. His eyes were red and puffy from all the crying he had done in the past few days. "How can you be so sure that Harry isn't dead, that he's coming back to us? How?"
"I can feel it Remus, deep in my heart; and, if I'm not much mistaken, Fred, George, Hermione and Ginny can feel it as well. You, as a werewolf, should be able to feel it even more than us."
Remus blinked then closed his eyes and concentrated. There was a breathless silence in the room until a small smile appeared on the werewolf's face. "He's alive, he's trying to come back to us, but it will take time." Remus whispered before opening his eyes. "There's nothing to worry about, he's in good hands."
Everyone let their breath go and not even Severus made a comment about it. The Potion Master and spy turned his head away apparently in disgust, but Hermione saw the quick, relieved upturn of his lips. She smiled to the Professor when he saw her, but this time his sneer didn't affect her. Deep underneath that shell lived a human being, and she had been one of the few to witness that human being come up to the surface. Then, suddenly, Snape winked secretly to her and raised an eyebrow. She mimicked him and couldn't help but giggle a bit. That man was completely impossible yet he was worth his own weight in gold.
Ginny giggled to Hermione and the two of them burst into giggles attracting the attention of the entire room. Fred and George looked at the two girls who were currently laughing their heads off, looked at each other then burst out into laughter as well. The fact that they were laughing was good enough for them.
Albus looked at the laughing teens and chuckled silently to himself. A new quartet was born. His eyes went over to Ron who had moved to the window where he was staring out on the rain. That one he'd have to keep a sharp eye on. Jealousy was a dangerous thing.
~~~~~~*~~~~~~
The next day Harry surprised everyone. For one he was wearing the dagger that Jack had given him, another was that he had shrunk his clothes to fit him perfectly. He had put on the bandana to keep his hair out of his eyes, and he had spent some of the night to brew a Sight-Correcting Potion he had found in a book. The explanation for the fact that he hadn't brewed it before was that when Snape had had the class make it, Harry had been in the Hospital Wing after one of his infamous brushes with Voldemort.
To the crew he looked like a younger version of Jack Sparrow, and Jack grinned when he saw the boy. Things were about to change around the Black Pearl, that was for sure. He watched throughout the day as Harry did the things they had been trying to teach him over the past week, and he did them well. Anamaria was the first who got over her shock and started to teach him what she knew, Cotton soon followed along with Gibbs. Another good thing with having Harry on board was that Cotton's bloody parrot kept shut and talked with Hedwig most of the time. The entire crew had been awed by the white owl, and she enjoyed much petting and cooing something that Harry hadn't expected to see amongst a pirate crew.
That night he joined them in the common area where the crew sat and chatted or ate. Harry sat down in a corner with his back to the wall and a clear view of the door and the rest of the room. He trusted Jack with all his heart, but he didn't trust all of the crew. And speaking of the captain, Jack came into the room and, spotting Harry in the corner, came over and sat down beside him.
"What made ye change yer mind, whelp?" the pirate asked. "Not that I mind, but I'd still like te know."
Harry smiled. "A bird got me on better thoughts."
"Huh?"
"Don't play dumb Jack, or I swear I'll start to call you paps." Harry threatened.
"Ye wouldn't!"
"Wanna try?"
Jack studied those green eyes and grinned. "Yep, ye would. Once a Sparrow, always a Sparrow. Ne'er forget that."
"I'll try not to... paps."
"Hey! I take insult o' that!"
"And I care?"
The whole crew watched the banter and most of them smirked in amusement. Perhaps the lad wasn't too bad to have around, if only for entertainment. Seeing him and their captain bicker like that was really funny, not many of them would have dared call Jack something that he didn't like, and even fewer of them would get away with all their limbs intact.
"Easy there lads!" Anamaria said as she plumped down in front of the arguing couple. "Good te 'ave ye back te normal, Green-Eyes."
"Can you please stop calling me that?"
"A pirate that says please?!" Jack sounded shocked. "We need te work on yer vocalbu... bolacvyu, barlivac-"
"Vocabulary?" Harry suggested with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, that's it! Vocabulary. And we need te teach ye a few pirate-songs as well. Me personal favourite is 'A Pirates Life For Me'."
Anamaria rolled her eyes. "As if that's a surprise. Jack, yer getting' old and predictable."
"I am?"
"'Course ye are paps," the woman replied.
Jack glared then grinned deviously. "Well, then, if ye find me so predictable, predict this. Ye 'ave watch tonight, and fer company ye shall have Green-Eyes 'ere. Ye two need te learn te respect me."
"Jack!"
"Call me Green-Eyes again, and I swear someone will wake up with pink hair." Harry threatened. He was the son of a Marauder, and the godson of another. Time to take up that inheritance.
The pirate-captain grinned. "Now, now, Harry, ye need to learn 'bout ev'ry aspect of pirate life, and this is one of 'em."
"I really hate ye sometimes, Jack." Anamaria growled.
"I know luv, I know."
Harry shook his head and smiled. Perhaps this wouldn't be as bad as he thought.
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There. Done. What do you think?
Thanks to:
LoMaRiBa, Sheya, Child of Rowling, WolfMoon, HarryPotter21, I Love Redheads w/Fangs, the devil, chaser1, Solaris Isa, Spiffycool, Ariame, Rouge1615, SmaksKiller, misty43, Aurumlupi, Korinna Myorin, harryforeva, SSSRoaB, No, Wood is not a stick, Jupiter's Light, Lindiel Eryn, Digi Bonds, lunawolf, Princess Athelia, AJake, Capn-Black Rose, Angela, Gwen, Kota Dawn Winterheart and Daesereg.
Disclaimer: I own neither Pirates of the Caribbean nor Harry Potter
Authors Note: Here's chapter two. Enjoy!
Thanks to my friend and beta Paladin Steelbreaker.
chapter two
Harry soon learned that the life aboard a ship was difficult, even more difficult for him who was completely new. He hadn't even seen the sea before this, let alone been on a boat. The crew was patient with him and taught him everything they knew, but he never put his heart in the training. He was constantly thinking of Sirius and of things that could have been, he was dwelling on dreams.
Jack watched with worry as Harry faded more and more away. They needed to reach the boy as fast as possible or he would die and Jack would loose his soul, both things he would happily avoid. So one night he asked the crew what they thought.
Harry, who had become slightly hungry, was on his way towards the galley, when he heard voices and stopped. His curious nature took over at once and he silently made his way to the slightly open door and sat down to listen.
"So," Jack's voice sounded. "Whad'dya think of Green-Eyes?" Harry really didn't like the nickname.
"Ye want me to be 'onest or dis'onest?" the voice belonged to Tipper.
"Honest."
"The lad's the worst sailor I've ever seen and that's sayin' summat. Bear in mind tha' I'm takin' youn' Will Turner into consideration 'ere as well."
Jack nodded. "Anamaria?"
" 'E's a good lad, Jack, but 'e's too far gone for us to 'elp 'im." The female pirate sighed. " 'E has the gift Jack, the same one that makes you such a good capt'n, but 'e's too far down. 'E'll be dead before the year's over if somethin' doesn't snap 'im out of it."
Another voice spoke up. "Great!" it was happy and joyous and belonged to Pete. Pete was a guy Harry really didn't like because he looked and acted too much like Peter Pettigrew. "Bless the boy, 'e 'as just won me twenty doubloons."
"What are ye talkin' about?" Jack snapped. Apparently he hadn't known about this bet either.
"Ye see, me and ol' Tipper made a bet. Tipper said the lad would last at least two weeks, and I said one. I won."
Suddenly there was a gunshot and a scream of pain. "If you ever bet about my heir again, it won't be your hand Pete, but your head." Jack's voice was deadly calm. He'd lost every trace of his weird, slurring accent and spoke as clear as anyone. "Harry is not going to die, nor is he going to fade away. He's a Sparrow, and though he may have gone through some horrible things a Sparrow always gets back up. I'll help him myself even if it turns out to be the last thing I ever do!"
Harry retreated back to the cabin he had been staying the past four days. Hedwig sat on the mast as usual and chatted with Cotton's parrot. Her cage was stored away in Harry's trunk after being shrunk. Two things Harry had noticed since coming to the past was that Voldemort couldn't reach him here and he could do magic without being busted by the Ministry of Magic. As a 16 year old he was counted on as a full grown up, and could use his magic whenever he wanted.
He sat down on the bed his head in his hands.
Jack really believed in him, which was weird as he had thought that pirates didn't care about anything else but gold and silver. He felt more at home here at sea than even in Hogwarts. Most of the crew were wonderful people with funny quirks and habits, and he especially liked the way they spoke with their weird accents. He thought about Ron and his large family and Hermione and hers. And the numberless others that would die if Voldemort was allowed to roam free and do what he wanted. Sure Fudge and Dumbledore were doing their best to keep Voldemort from gaining any more power, but only Harry could destroy him. Was he really so cold-hearted that he was willing to inflict the pain of loosing someone on others when he could do something to stop it? No, he couldn't, that he knew with all his heart. He owed it to his parents and Sirius to at least try to bring Voldemort down. It all came back to him, didn't it.
Anger built in him and his green eyes started to sparkle even more. Voldemort was going to pay for all he had done, and he was going to pay good.
~~~~~~*~~~~~~
Albus looked around the room in worry. This could not be happening. Harry couldn't be gone, not when they needed him the most. Everything from his room was gone, and there was no trace of intruders except a rope hanging from the windowsill. Petunia and Vernon had contacted the Headmaster of Hogwarts at once when they discovered that their nephew was gone, they had even gone as far as to capture an owl in the park not caring if the neighbours saw them. They really cared about Harry. He smiled at this thought, but it quickly slipped off his face again. The fact was Harry was gone, and Voldemort was having a jolly good time with it. Or, in Severus's words: "He's never been happier, and never before has he scared me more than now."
"We have to search for him!" Molly Weasley insisted. "That boy is like my own son, and if that monster Voldemort has captured him I'm going there myself to get him back. And god help the Dark Lord if he gets in my way.
"Calm down Molly," Snape sneered. "Voldemort may be happy as a hyperactive child, but he is still pissed off at the fact that he hasn't got Potter in his claws. Someone beat him to it, and he has wowed revenge."
Remus just sat there staring at the table with his head in his hands. Tonks put a comforting arm around him and hugged him close as the werewolf started to cry once again. Kingsley was looking a bit out of it himself, Arabella was glaring at Mundungus who was trying to hide behind Albus, and Mr Weasley was shaking his head.
In a corner stood the twins, Ginny and Hermione. All holding on to each other for comfort and strength. None of them believed that Harry was truly gone, and they didn't even think of the fact that he could be dead. They knew, deep in their hearts, that Harry was still alive. Therefore it was a bit easier for them to bear his disappearance.
Ron stood in a corner by himself. He really didn't know what to do. The fact that Harry was gone brought two consequences that he could see. One was that the Dark Lord would have a better chance of winning the war, and the other was that he was finally able to be Ron again and not in Harry Potter's shadow. For once he could be the hero. Yet, Harry was gone...
"People, people, calm down please!" Dumbledore said once the level of noise got dangerously high. "I know that the fact that Harry is gone is worrisome, but I have a feeling that Harry isn't dead. He has just disappeared off to somewhere, and he is having a good time otherwise he would've found a way to contact us. Until he returns - which we all know he will - we must do without him to the best of our abilities."
"How can you be so sure, Albus?" Remus asked and looked up. His eyes were red and puffy from all the crying he had done in the past few days. "How can you be so sure that Harry isn't dead, that he's coming back to us? How?"
"I can feel it Remus, deep in my heart; and, if I'm not much mistaken, Fred, George, Hermione and Ginny can feel it as well. You, as a werewolf, should be able to feel it even more than us."
Remus blinked then closed his eyes and concentrated. There was a breathless silence in the room until a small smile appeared on the werewolf's face. "He's alive, he's trying to come back to us, but it will take time." Remus whispered before opening his eyes. "There's nothing to worry about, he's in good hands."
Everyone let their breath go and not even Severus made a comment about it. The Potion Master and spy turned his head away apparently in disgust, but Hermione saw the quick, relieved upturn of his lips. She smiled to the Professor when he saw her, but this time his sneer didn't affect her. Deep underneath that shell lived a human being, and she had been one of the few to witness that human being come up to the surface. Then, suddenly, Snape winked secretly to her and raised an eyebrow. She mimicked him and couldn't help but giggle a bit. That man was completely impossible yet he was worth his own weight in gold.
Ginny giggled to Hermione and the two of them burst into giggles attracting the attention of the entire room. Fred and George looked at the two girls who were currently laughing their heads off, looked at each other then burst out into laughter as well. The fact that they were laughing was good enough for them.
Albus looked at the laughing teens and chuckled silently to himself. A new quartet was born. His eyes went over to Ron who had moved to the window where he was staring out on the rain. That one he'd have to keep a sharp eye on. Jealousy was a dangerous thing.
~~~~~~*~~~~~~
The next day Harry surprised everyone. For one he was wearing the dagger that Jack had given him, another was that he had shrunk his clothes to fit him perfectly. He had put on the bandana to keep his hair out of his eyes, and he had spent some of the night to brew a Sight-Correcting Potion he had found in a book. The explanation for the fact that he hadn't brewed it before was that when Snape had had the class make it, Harry had been in the Hospital Wing after one of his infamous brushes with Voldemort.
To the crew he looked like a younger version of Jack Sparrow, and Jack grinned when he saw the boy. Things were about to change around the Black Pearl, that was for sure. He watched throughout the day as Harry did the things they had been trying to teach him over the past week, and he did them well. Anamaria was the first who got over her shock and started to teach him what she knew, Cotton soon followed along with Gibbs. Another good thing with having Harry on board was that Cotton's bloody parrot kept shut and talked with Hedwig most of the time. The entire crew had been awed by the white owl, and she enjoyed much petting and cooing something that Harry hadn't expected to see amongst a pirate crew.
That night he joined them in the common area where the crew sat and chatted or ate. Harry sat down in a corner with his back to the wall and a clear view of the door and the rest of the room. He trusted Jack with all his heart, but he didn't trust all of the crew. And speaking of the captain, Jack came into the room and, spotting Harry in the corner, came over and sat down beside him.
"What made ye change yer mind, whelp?" the pirate asked. "Not that I mind, but I'd still like te know."
Harry smiled. "A bird got me on better thoughts."
"Huh?"
"Don't play dumb Jack, or I swear I'll start to call you paps." Harry threatened.
"Ye wouldn't!"
"Wanna try?"
Jack studied those green eyes and grinned. "Yep, ye would. Once a Sparrow, always a Sparrow. Ne'er forget that."
"I'll try not to... paps."
"Hey! I take insult o' that!"
"And I care?"
The whole crew watched the banter and most of them smirked in amusement. Perhaps the lad wasn't too bad to have around, if only for entertainment. Seeing him and their captain bicker like that was really funny, not many of them would have dared call Jack something that he didn't like, and even fewer of them would get away with all their limbs intact.
"Easy there lads!" Anamaria said as she plumped down in front of the arguing couple. "Good te 'ave ye back te normal, Green-Eyes."
"Can you please stop calling me that?"
"A pirate that says please?!" Jack sounded shocked. "We need te work on yer vocalbu... bolacvyu, barlivac-"
"Vocabulary?" Harry suggested with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, that's it! Vocabulary. And we need te teach ye a few pirate-songs as well. Me personal favourite is 'A Pirates Life For Me'."
Anamaria rolled her eyes. "As if that's a surprise. Jack, yer getting' old and predictable."
"I am?"
"'Course ye are paps," the woman replied.
Jack glared then grinned deviously. "Well, then, if ye find me so predictable, predict this. Ye 'ave watch tonight, and fer company ye shall have Green-Eyes 'ere. Ye two need te learn te respect me."
"Jack!"
"Call me Green-Eyes again, and I swear someone will wake up with pink hair." Harry threatened. He was the son of a Marauder, and the godson of another. Time to take up that inheritance.
The pirate-captain grinned. "Now, now, Harry, ye need to learn 'bout ev'ry aspect of pirate life, and this is one of 'em."
"I really hate ye sometimes, Jack." Anamaria growled.
"I know luv, I know."
Harry shook his head and smiled. Perhaps this wouldn't be as bad as he thought.
~~~~~~*~~~~~~
There. Done. What do you think?
Thanks to:
LoMaRiBa, Sheya, Child of Rowling, WolfMoon, HarryPotter21, I Love Redheads w/Fangs, the devil, chaser1, Solaris Isa, Spiffycool, Ariame, Rouge1615, SmaksKiller, misty43, Aurumlupi, Korinna Myorin, harryforeva, SSSRoaB, No, Wood is not a stick, Jupiter's Light, Lindiel Eryn, Digi Bonds, lunawolf, Princess Athelia, AJake, Capn-Black Rose, Angela, Gwen, Kota Dawn Winterheart and Daesereg.