Pirates and wizards
Disclaimer: I don't own either Pirates of the Caribbean or Harry Potter.
Authors Note: Enjoy!
Thanks to Paladin Steelbreaker, my good friend and beta.
Chapter Five
Harry winced as he moved. The injured leg throbbed painfully, and a prison cell at Fort Charles wasn't the best place to be in. He had long since noticed that the doors had been replaced with something that you couldn't just lift off, his things had been taken and were hanging on the wall mocking him in their closeness. And the guys in the cell beside him were annoying as hell. What had surprised him was that there was a dog holding and guarding the keys. It looked old and not too bright, yet it didn't come when the men in the next cell called, not even when they found a bone.
He rolled his eyes and settled against the wall. Bloody redcoats, and bloody Norrington. The man had already been there four times since Harry was captured asking and threatening for information about Jack. Harry had kept shut all the time, and it ended with that he was going to get hanged first thing in the morning. A very cheerful thought.
"Come on doggy!" one man pleaded while another whistled. "Come to us. See this 'ere bone? See? Ye gonna get it if ye come. Come on!"
Harry rolled his eyes. This scene reminded him of the one when Jack had been sitting here, right before Barbossa had attacked Port Royal in search for the cursed gold. In fact he thought that these were the same guys as back then. They had the same intellectual capacity.
"Come doggy, good doggy." They continued to plead.
"Ye can keep doin' that forever, the dog is ne'er goin' te move." He mumbled as he checked the bandage around the wound. He'd had to use one of the sleeves of his shirt for this, and looked quite weird now that he was missing one, but no one seemed to care.
"S'cuse us if we 'aven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet!" one man snapped and looked towards him. His eyes narrowed. "Don't I know ye from somewhere?"
Harry shrugged. "Dunno. What'dya think?"
"Yes, now I remember! Yer that fellow we sat with right 'ere in the same prison over a year ago!"
"Nope, I'm his nephew."
The man blinked. "Ye look like ye could be 'is son."
Green eyes looked up at them. "Thanks for the compliment." He said before going back to checking his wound. It still hurt but not like it had a few hours ago. From what he could see out the small window was that night had fallen and that the moon was going up. It was a full moon, and he wondered what Remus would be doing. Would he have the Wolfsbane? How did the war go? How long until Harry exploded and didn't give a shit about muggles and escaped this bloody prison? He could use magic, but he didn't want to with witnesses. That'd only lead to further trouble.
Suddenly the door at the top of the stairs opened and both Harry and the other prisoners looked up. Down the stairs came Elizabeth. She completely ignored the prisoners that wolf whistled, and headed straight to Harry's cell. The guard accompanying her opened the door and let her in. "Fifteen minutes, Mrs Turner."
"Thank you," she replied and waited until he was gone before hurrying over to Harry. "Are you alright?" she asked as she put down a basket and started to unwrap his wound. She winced when she saw the cut, but picked up a bottle of water and started to clean it. "You were lucky. It's only a flesh wound and should be healed within the week." She didn't mention that Harry might not be lucky enough to see the end of the week.
"Nothing to worry about," Harry replied and winced as she pressed a bit. "I'll be out of here before the night is over."
"How are you going to manage that? There are guards everywhere, Norrington has posted double shifts to keep you from escaping." Elizabeth put away the first piece of cloth and picked up another one. She poured some rum on it and Harry pleaded with his eyes for her not to do it. She couldn't help but giggle and pressed the cloth over his wound.
"Bloody, jumping, fucking hell!" Harry panted as the pain slowly went away. "Sorry for those words." He mumbled.
"At least you have manners." Elizabeth smiled and carefully dabbed the wound before taking yet another cloth and starting to wrap it around Harry's leg. She looked quickly around then stuck her hand into the basket again and brought out a dagger. It wasn't long, but it was beautifully crafted with a black handle and gold threads making wonderful patterns. "One of Will's better works, his pride." She said as she handed it to Harry. "Take it and get out as soon as possible."
Harry nodded and with a movement of his wrist the dagger disappeared out of Elizabeth's sight. "Thank you, and thank your husband from me."
"I will." She sighed. "Please, please get out of here, Harry. Norrington has a personal vendetta against Jack, and to capture his 'son' has brought his ego higher than ever thought possible. I really am not one to criticize people, but that man is simply-" she cut off and stared at something above Harry's head.
Harry looked up as well. Tendrils of thick fog floated in through the window. They made their way down the wall like lizards, and seemed to stop now and then and look around. He grinned and stretched out his hand; the fog surrounded it at once and one tendril made it's way down Harry's arm and then caressed his face. Elizabeth stared in surprise at this and jumped as the fog turned towards her.
"No, it's okay. Just let it touch you, it's one of Jack's tricks." Harry calmed her down.
She looked at him before deciding to trust him and stretched out her hand. The fog wrapped around her and once again followed the arm up to her head where it tickled her. She giggled and the fog retreated, up the wall and out of the window. One tendril stayed back and mock-saluted before it disappeared off as well.
"That was weird. How does he do that?"
"He's Captain Jack Sparrow." Harry replied with a smile. "Now I know I'll be out of this place before the night is over." He drew the dagger again and was about to give it back to Elizabeth. "I don't have use for this anymore."
"No, no," she said and smiled. "Keep it to have something to remember myself and Will by."
"No one can forget you two." He smiled but made the dagger disappear again.
"Oh dear, I almost forgot!" Elizabeth dived into her basket again and came up with a chicken leg, some bread and another bottle of water. "Here," she said. "You cannot escape on an empty belly."
Harry chuckled. "Mother hen."
"And don't you forget it." She smiled at him again and stood up.
The guard returned a minute later and blinked when he saw Mrs Turner sitting and chatting and laughing with the pirate scum. The boy laughed as well, but stopped once he noticed the guard, his green eyes boring into the man. "Um, Mrs... Mrs Turner, time to go." The man stuttered under the gaze of the boy.
Elizabeth sighed. "Take care Harry."
"You too. I'll come visit soon enough."
She smiled and the guard wondered how the boy could come and visit when he was supposed to be hung tomorrow. Elizabeth left the prison with one last look at Harry, then the door shut after her with a foreboding bang. The prisoners in the cell next to Harry's stared at him for a moment, shrugged and went back to trying to get the dog come to them. If the boy knew the wife of the future Governor it wasn't their business.
Harry sighed and settled in to wait for Jack to save him. This might actually turn into an interesting night.
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Harry jerked awake at the sound of the door to the prison banging open. He looked hopefully towards the stairs but rolled his eyes once he saw Norrington walking towards his cell. Once again the man wanted to interrogate him about the whereabouts of Jack and the Pearl, what Jack planned to do, etc, and once again Harry would be quiet throughout the entire ordeal.
A guard unlocked and opened the door for the Commodore, and Norrington strode in with a manner worthy of Gilderoy Lockhart. Two soldiers followed him in while five others stayed outside and locked the door.
The two soldiers grabbed Harry and hoisted him from his seat against the wall. They held him up in front of Norrington holding his arms too tight for comfort and Harry winced. Then he turned his glare at Norrington.
The Commodore sighed. "Cut the glaring Sparrow. You know why I'm here and what I want, so why not give it to me?"
"Why don't ye go stick yer little 'eah inside one o' yer little cannons and yell "FIRE" at the top of yer little lungs?" Harry suggested.
Norrington rolled his eyes and nodded to one of the guards. The man roughly pulled Harry's hand from behind his back and held it. Norrington unbuttoned the sleeve and pushed it to Harry's elbow. A man from outside handed the Commodore a red hot poker he had been holding in the flames of a torch and Harry gulped when he saw the glowing 'P'.
He tried to pull his hand free of the grip the soldier had on him, but he wasn't strong enough. Norrington looked extremely happy when he saw Harry starting to fight and try to get away. "Now, now, Sparrow. This isn't going to hurt... much."
Harry glared at the man. Damn did he hate him. Then he got an idea. He used the two soldiers as leverage and jumped up and kicked Norrington in the stomach causing him to drop the poker and stumble backwards. The two redcoats let go of him in shock and Harry punched one and kicked the other in a very sensitive place. He turned towards the door of the cell, but found himself face to face with the barrel of a gun. Harry blinked and went nearly cross-eyed while looking down the barrel. He looked up into Norrington's face. The soldiers outside the cell seemed to think what was happening extremely funny and were chuckling.
"One move, Sparrow." Norrington growled and Harry noticed with satisfaction that the Commodore was still slightly breathless from the kick. "Hold him good and tight this time, he's only a boy for heavens sake."
Harry growled as the two redcoats grabbed a hold of him again. This time they arranged themselves so that it was virtually impossible for Harry to even think about moving. Norrington picked up the hot poker, grinned and started approaching while keeping his pistol pointed at Harry. The green- eyed boy tried to struggle once again but to no avail. Just as he gave up hope he noticed something. A thick mist was seeping in through the crack between door and floor. It was the door that lead to freedom. The other soldiers outside the cell seemed to have noticed this as well and were retreating slightly.
He smiled then screamed as the hot poker was put against his skin and the 'P' burned into it. The smell of burnt skin filled the air, and Harry had to fight to keep the tears at bay. Gods it hurt even worse than the bullet wound and the disinfection's of said wound put together. It was on the level with the Cruciatus Curse, and as the two soldiers released him Harry fell to the floor holding his wrist and staring in surprise at the ugly, black 'P' burned into it. The area around was already starting to swell up and was turning yellow, purple, green and blue.
Green eyes blinked then slowly raised themselves towards Norrington who was staring at the kneeling boy. "Ye know what I want on me headstone, Commodore?" Harry asked and slowly stood up.
"Tell me and perhaps you'll get it tomorrow after your hanging."
"Here lies Harry Potter-Sparrow, and he's bloody annoyed." With that Harry drew the dagger Elizabeth had given him earlier in the day and attacked.
The fog that had been seeping through the crack in the door, rose up against the other soldiers and shaped itself into Jack, Anamaria, Gibbs, Cotton and his parrot and several other crewmembers of the Pearl. The soldiers were so surprised that they dropped whatever they were holding and ran for their life.
Harry managed to give Norrington a good kick in the knee forcing the man down, then he knocked out one of the guards and turned towards the other. "Unlock that door." He growled.
The soldier nodded and hurriedly took the Commodore's keys.
"Jackson, don't you dare..." Norrington groaned in pain.
Harry rolled his eyes – he seemed to do that a lot these days – and knocked the man out with a good hit to the head. He grabbed the keys out of the soldiers hand and locked the three of them in, then threw the keys to the dog. The prisoners in the cell beside Harry's stared in surprise and didn't say a thing as Harry ran up the stairs and into freedom.
On the other side of the door stood Jack with a few of the crew waiting for him. "Nice trick with the fog." Harry said.
"Anamaria's idea." Jack grinned and grabbed Harry's arm. "Lets get goin' before someone notices what's 'appened." He stopped however at Harry's hiss of pain, and looked down at the newly-marked wrist. "Bloody bastards. We'll 'ave Gibbs look at that once we get back te the Pearl."
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There, that's done. What do you think?
Thanks to:
Lunawolf, Star Eyed Unicorn, Lyla Snape, Korinna Myorin, HAZZAGRIFF, Destinied Enchantress, Lady Phoenix Slytherin, The Lady Reaper of the Shadows, chaser1, clazzypops, Jupiter's Light, WolfMoon, marshmallow orc, twin demonic angels, Blood Angel The Forsaken, Digi Bonds, gaul1, Kageri Tsukiakari, Serpent of Light, Shadowed Chaos, Rogue1615, Andine, siripiritus, misty43, geckoftheinsane, gam, zimagesto, RogueFanKC, Rishi, morgaine, ERMonkey Queen of Insani, Jarvey, Rachel A. Prongs, Lindiel Eryn, MikiBaby, godric1, Princezz2Di4-sis-M.Amanda, insanechildfanfic, ladyhawk, SSSRoaB, lizziebordon, Kevin-McKay, Me., Xessive, Kathleen, persona non grata, :D, :P, Laughing Cat, just another stupid idiot, Mystic Spiral, Darcey and Rhysel Ash.
Disclaimer: I don't own either Pirates of the Caribbean or Harry Potter.
Authors Note: Enjoy!
Thanks to Paladin Steelbreaker, my good friend and beta.
Chapter Five
Harry winced as he moved. The injured leg throbbed painfully, and a prison cell at Fort Charles wasn't the best place to be in. He had long since noticed that the doors had been replaced with something that you couldn't just lift off, his things had been taken and were hanging on the wall mocking him in their closeness. And the guys in the cell beside him were annoying as hell. What had surprised him was that there was a dog holding and guarding the keys. It looked old and not too bright, yet it didn't come when the men in the next cell called, not even when they found a bone.
He rolled his eyes and settled against the wall. Bloody redcoats, and bloody Norrington. The man had already been there four times since Harry was captured asking and threatening for information about Jack. Harry had kept shut all the time, and it ended with that he was going to get hanged first thing in the morning. A very cheerful thought.
"Come on doggy!" one man pleaded while another whistled. "Come to us. See this 'ere bone? See? Ye gonna get it if ye come. Come on!"
Harry rolled his eyes. This scene reminded him of the one when Jack had been sitting here, right before Barbossa had attacked Port Royal in search for the cursed gold. In fact he thought that these were the same guys as back then. They had the same intellectual capacity.
"Come doggy, good doggy." They continued to plead.
"Ye can keep doin' that forever, the dog is ne'er goin' te move." He mumbled as he checked the bandage around the wound. He'd had to use one of the sleeves of his shirt for this, and looked quite weird now that he was missing one, but no one seemed to care.
"S'cuse us if we 'aven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet!" one man snapped and looked towards him. His eyes narrowed. "Don't I know ye from somewhere?"
Harry shrugged. "Dunno. What'dya think?"
"Yes, now I remember! Yer that fellow we sat with right 'ere in the same prison over a year ago!"
"Nope, I'm his nephew."
The man blinked. "Ye look like ye could be 'is son."
Green eyes looked up at them. "Thanks for the compliment." He said before going back to checking his wound. It still hurt but not like it had a few hours ago. From what he could see out the small window was that night had fallen and that the moon was going up. It was a full moon, and he wondered what Remus would be doing. Would he have the Wolfsbane? How did the war go? How long until Harry exploded and didn't give a shit about muggles and escaped this bloody prison? He could use magic, but he didn't want to with witnesses. That'd only lead to further trouble.
Suddenly the door at the top of the stairs opened and both Harry and the other prisoners looked up. Down the stairs came Elizabeth. She completely ignored the prisoners that wolf whistled, and headed straight to Harry's cell. The guard accompanying her opened the door and let her in. "Fifteen minutes, Mrs Turner."
"Thank you," she replied and waited until he was gone before hurrying over to Harry. "Are you alright?" she asked as she put down a basket and started to unwrap his wound. She winced when she saw the cut, but picked up a bottle of water and started to clean it. "You were lucky. It's only a flesh wound and should be healed within the week." She didn't mention that Harry might not be lucky enough to see the end of the week.
"Nothing to worry about," Harry replied and winced as she pressed a bit. "I'll be out of here before the night is over."
"How are you going to manage that? There are guards everywhere, Norrington has posted double shifts to keep you from escaping." Elizabeth put away the first piece of cloth and picked up another one. She poured some rum on it and Harry pleaded with his eyes for her not to do it. She couldn't help but giggle and pressed the cloth over his wound.
"Bloody, jumping, fucking hell!" Harry panted as the pain slowly went away. "Sorry for those words." He mumbled.
"At least you have manners." Elizabeth smiled and carefully dabbed the wound before taking yet another cloth and starting to wrap it around Harry's leg. She looked quickly around then stuck her hand into the basket again and brought out a dagger. It wasn't long, but it was beautifully crafted with a black handle and gold threads making wonderful patterns. "One of Will's better works, his pride." She said as she handed it to Harry. "Take it and get out as soon as possible."
Harry nodded and with a movement of his wrist the dagger disappeared out of Elizabeth's sight. "Thank you, and thank your husband from me."
"I will." She sighed. "Please, please get out of here, Harry. Norrington has a personal vendetta against Jack, and to capture his 'son' has brought his ego higher than ever thought possible. I really am not one to criticize people, but that man is simply-" she cut off and stared at something above Harry's head.
Harry looked up as well. Tendrils of thick fog floated in through the window. They made their way down the wall like lizards, and seemed to stop now and then and look around. He grinned and stretched out his hand; the fog surrounded it at once and one tendril made it's way down Harry's arm and then caressed his face. Elizabeth stared in surprise at this and jumped as the fog turned towards her.
"No, it's okay. Just let it touch you, it's one of Jack's tricks." Harry calmed her down.
She looked at him before deciding to trust him and stretched out her hand. The fog wrapped around her and once again followed the arm up to her head where it tickled her. She giggled and the fog retreated, up the wall and out of the window. One tendril stayed back and mock-saluted before it disappeared off as well.
"That was weird. How does he do that?"
"He's Captain Jack Sparrow." Harry replied with a smile. "Now I know I'll be out of this place before the night is over." He drew the dagger again and was about to give it back to Elizabeth. "I don't have use for this anymore."
"No, no," she said and smiled. "Keep it to have something to remember myself and Will by."
"No one can forget you two." He smiled but made the dagger disappear again.
"Oh dear, I almost forgot!" Elizabeth dived into her basket again and came up with a chicken leg, some bread and another bottle of water. "Here," she said. "You cannot escape on an empty belly."
Harry chuckled. "Mother hen."
"And don't you forget it." She smiled at him again and stood up.
The guard returned a minute later and blinked when he saw Mrs Turner sitting and chatting and laughing with the pirate scum. The boy laughed as well, but stopped once he noticed the guard, his green eyes boring into the man. "Um, Mrs... Mrs Turner, time to go." The man stuttered under the gaze of the boy.
Elizabeth sighed. "Take care Harry."
"You too. I'll come visit soon enough."
She smiled and the guard wondered how the boy could come and visit when he was supposed to be hung tomorrow. Elizabeth left the prison with one last look at Harry, then the door shut after her with a foreboding bang. The prisoners in the cell next to Harry's stared at him for a moment, shrugged and went back to trying to get the dog come to them. If the boy knew the wife of the future Governor it wasn't their business.
Harry sighed and settled in to wait for Jack to save him. This might actually turn into an interesting night.
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Harry jerked awake at the sound of the door to the prison banging open. He looked hopefully towards the stairs but rolled his eyes once he saw Norrington walking towards his cell. Once again the man wanted to interrogate him about the whereabouts of Jack and the Pearl, what Jack planned to do, etc, and once again Harry would be quiet throughout the entire ordeal.
A guard unlocked and opened the door for the Commodore, and Norrington strode in with a manner worthy of Gilderoy Lockhart. Two soldiers followed him in while five others stayed outside and locked the door.
The two soldiers grabbed Harry and hoisted him from his seat against the wall. They held him up in front of Norrington holding his arms too tight for comfort and Harry winced. Then he turned his glare at Norrington.
The Commodore sighed. "Cut the glaring Sparrow. You know why I'm here and what I want, so why not give it to me?"
"Why don't ye go stick yer little 'eah inside one o' yer little cannons and yell "FIRE" at the top of yer little lungs?" Harry suggested.
Norrington rolled his eyes and nodded to one of the guards. The man roughly pulled Harry's hand from behind his back and held it. Norrington unbuttoned the sleeve and pushed it to Harry's elbow. A man from outside handed the Commodore a red hot poker he had been holding in the flames of a torch and Harry gulped when he saw the glowing 'P'.
He tried to pull his hand free of the grip the soldier had on him, but he wasn't strong enough. Norrington looked extremely happy when he saw Harry starting to fight and try to get away. "Now, now, Sparrow. This isn't going to hurt... much."
Harry glared at the man. Damn did he hate him. Then he got an idea. He used the two soldiers as leverage and jumped up and kicked Norrington in the stomach causing him to drop the poker and stumble backwards. The two redcoats let go of him in shock and Harry punched one and kicked the other in a very sensitive place. He turned towards the door of the cell, but found himself face to face with the barrel of a gun. Harry blinked and went nearly cross-eyed while looking down the barrel. He looked up into Norrington's face. The soldiers outside the cell seemed to think what was happening extremely funny and were chuckling.
"One move, Sparrow." Norrington growled and Harry noticed with satisfaction that the Commodore was still slightly breathless from the kick. "Hold him good and tight this time, he's only a boy for heavens sake."
Harry growled as the two redcoats grabbed a hold of him again. This time they arranged themselves so that it was virtually impossible for Harry to even think about moving. Norrington picked up the hot poker, grinned and started approaching while keeping his pistol pointed at Harry. The green- eyed boy tried to struggle once again but to no avail. Just as he gave up hope he noticed something. A thick mist was seeping in through the crack between door and floor. It was the door that lead to freedom. The other soldiers outside the cell seemed to have noticed this as well and were retreating slightly.
He smiled then screamed as the hot poker was put against his skin and the 'P' burned into it. The smell of burnt skin filled the air, and Harry had to fight to keep the tears at bay. Gods it hurt even worse than the bullet wound and the disinfection's of said wound put together. It was on the level with the Cruciatus Curse, and as the two soldiers released him Harry fell to the floor holding his wrist and staring in surprise at the ugly, black 'P' burned into it. The area around was already starting to swell up and was turning yellow, purple, green and blue.
Green eyes blinked then slowly raised themselves towards Norrington who was staring at the kneeling boy. "Ye know what I want on me headstone, Commodore?" Harry asked and slowly stood up.
"Tell me and perhaps you'll get it tomorrow after your hanging."
"Here lies Harry Potter-Sparrow, and he's bloody annoyed." With that Harry drew the dagger Elizabeth had given him earlier in the day and attacked.
The fog that had been seeping through the crack in the door, rose up against the other soldiers and shaped itself into Jack, Anamaria, Gibbs, Cotton and his parrot and several other crewmembers of the Pearl. The soldiers were so surprised that they dropped whatever they were holding and ran for their life.
Harry managed to give Norrington a good kick in the knee forcing the man down, then he knocked out one of the guards and turned towards the other. "Unlock that door." He growled.
The soldier nodded and hurriedly took the Commodore's keys.
"Jackson, don't you dare..." Norrington groaned in pain.
Harry rolled his eyes – he seemed to do that a lot these days – and knocked the man out with a good hit to the head. He grabbed the keys out of the soldiers hand and locked the three of them in, then threw the keys to the dog. The prisoners in the cell beside Harry's stared in surprise and didn't say a thing as Harry ran up the stairs and into freedom.
On the other side of the door stood Jack with a few of the crew waiting for him. "Nice trick with the fog." Harry said.
"Anamaria's idea." Jack grinned and grabbed Harry's arm. "Lets get goin' before someone notices what's 'appened." He stopped however at Harry's hiss of pain, and looked down at the newly-marked wrist. "Bloody bastards. We'll 'ave Gibbs look at that once we get back te the Pearl."
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There, that's done. What do you think?
Thanks to:
Lunawolf, Star Eyed Unicorn, Lyla Snape, Korinna Myorin, HAZZAGRIFF, Destinied Enchantress, Lady Phoenix Slytherin, The Lady Reaper of the Shadows, chaser1, clazzypops, Jupiter's Light, WolfMoon, marshmallow orc, twin demonic angels, Blood Angel The Forsaken, Digi Bonds, gaul1, Kageri Tsukiakari, Serpent of Light, Shadowed Chaos, Rogue1615, Andine, siripiritus, misty43, geckoftheinsane, gam, zimagesto, RogueFanKC, Rishi, morgaine, ERMonkey Queen of Insani, Jarvey, Rachel A. Prongs, Lindiel Eryn, MikiBaby, godric1, Princezz2Di4-sis-M.Amanda, insanechildfanfic, ladyhawk, SSSRoaB, lizziebordon, Kevin-McKay, Me., Xessive, Kathleen, persona non grata, :D, :P, Laughing Cat, just another stupid idiot, Mystic Spiral, Darcey and Rhysel Ash.