Pirates and Wizards
Disclaimer: I own neither Pirates of the Caribbean nor Harry Potter.
Authors Note: Enjoy!
Thanks to my beta and good friend Paladin Steelbreaker.
Chapter Fifteen
The next couple of days Harry spent on his new ship cleaning and fixing it. He removed the bits and parts he didn't like or felt Dark Magic from, and replaced them with his own materials. The House-Elves refused to leave until the job was completely done, and Anamaria, Gibbs, Cotton, Jacqueline and Will helped out as well. Jack had been using much time talking with Dumbledore lately, and they only saw him when he came back to the Pearl for the night or at mealtimes. Hermione had inquired why they didn't go looking for him when they clearly were worried about him, and Harry had simply replied that Jack was a pirate.
Hermione had finally decided on how she should act towards Harry, and settled for the sister-act. Harry himself seemed relieved when she finally started to treat him like she had always done, and became slightly more like the old Harry in her presence. It took her a few days to get Harry and Draco to be in the same room without the two of them glaring mildly at each other. Now Draco asked politely about life on the seven seas, and Harry offered to take them aboard the Raven once the war was over and done with. Perhaps as a wedding gift, the young green-eyed pirate had suggested then had quietly retreated when he realised that Hermione and Draco were lost in each others eyes again.
"Draco's still not proposed, ey?" Anamaria had asked him once he got back aboard. They were in the galley where she was washing dishes.
"Nope, 'e's a Slytherin through and through, Ana. 'E'll do it at 'is own time." Harry replied then grinned wickedly. "Which is not te say that ye'll not be experiencin' the same thing. Ye've been watchin' our resident Potion Master quite a bit lately."
"Dunno what yer talkin' 'bout." She protested quickly.
"C'mon Ana, 'tis me we're talkin' 'bout 'ere. Yer fallin' fer Snape. Why else would ye spend so much time at 'Ogwarts?"
"I'm doin' research fer Jack!"
"Yeah, right, ye said it yerself that ye don't understand a thing in those books. Jack just wanted ye te find the library. And Dobby tells me yer spendin' more time in the dungeon than in the actual library."
"I'm readin' through Severus's books!"
"So 'tis Severus now, ey?" Harry grinned.
Anamaria sighed and slumped. "I'm not goin' te get off this am I?" Harry shook his head. "Yer like Jack. Bloody perceptive lad."
"Nothin' te worry 'bout Ana, yer secret's fine with me. I'm just wonderin' on one thing though."
"Aye?"
"How the 'ell can ye stand 'is attitude?" Harry quickly got out of the galley and winced as he heard a knife embed itself in the door.
He was going to keep away from Anamaria for the next couple of hours that was for sure.
......
"Uncle Harry! Uncle Harry!" Jacqueline yelled form the ground and Harry stuck his head over the railing.
"Aye?" he asked and looked down at the excited girl while wiping his hands on a rag.
"Mr Hagrid has something he wants to show you! He says it's urgent!" she jumped up and down.
"Alright. Hang on." Harry jumped over the side and Jacqueline dragged him to Hagrid's hut.
The giant was waiting for them on the front and waved merrily when he saw them coming. "Come on! Come on!" he said excitedly. "It is me brother Gwarp. Ye remember him 'Arry?"
"Hard te forget, Hagrid." Harry smiled. "What about 'im?"
"Gwarp and me 'ave been workin' on his writing, and he has finally managed it!" Hagrid was almost hyperactive as he led them around the hut. "See?!"
Back where the pumpkin patch had been sat Gwarp. He was holding a large chalkboard and a large piece of chalk and was writing the alphabet with his tongue between his teeth. He looked immensely concentrated. Jacqueline was smiling happily as well, and Harry smiled fondly. Good old Hagrid with his big heart and warmth. That was one thing he had missed while sailing with Jack.
"'Tis very good Hagrid."
Gwarp looked up at Harry's voice and frowned. "You be Harry?" Harry nodded. "Harry be Haggers friend and Gwarp like Haggers friends."
"And I am very pleased to meet you, Gwarp." Harry smiled to the giant.
Gwarp carefully took Harry's hand and shook it then looked eagerly at Hagrid when he dropped it.
"Very good Gwarp, yer getting better. Hagrid's going te bake ye a huge cake!"
Harry and Jacqueline retreated as Hagrid began to fuss around his brother. Harry shook his head in amusement as they walked back towards the three ships. Hagrid was just not someone who gave up.
"Listen Jack," he said turning to the girl. "Could ye go back te the Raven and say te Ana that I'm goin' te talk te Dumbledore?"
"Aye, Capt'n!" Jacqueline grinned and ran off.
Harry chuckled before heading into Hogwarts to search for the Headmaster. He found the old mage leaving the Great Hall just when Harry entered the old castle. The Headmaster stopped when he saw Harry coming towards him.
"Anything I can help you with Harry?" Dumbledore asked.
"There is," Harry replied. "I want to know how Bellatrix Lestrange died." He continued having completely lost his accent again.
"Of course my dear boy, follow me to my office and we'll talk there."
Harry followed the Headmaster to his office. The place hadn't changed much in twelve years. All the things that Harry had ruined after Sirius's death had been replaced, and the only thing that was new was Fawkes' perch. The phoenix chirped when they came in and settled down on Harry's shoulder. Harry took a seat in the chair in front of the Headmasters desk and petted the bird while he waited patiently for Dumbledore to start.
"No one is completely sure how she died," the Headmaster began thoughtfully. "One morning she was found outside the Ministry. Her body wasn't even ripped to shreds or anything, the only thing that was found was a paw print on her back."
"Paw print?" Harry raised an eyebrow though he did have his own theories from where that print had come from.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled merrily. "Yes, a paw print. Either from a grim or a gytrash, as Kingsley so nicely put it."
Harry grinned. "Someone got their revenge, didn't they Professor?"
"Indeed they did." Suddenly Dumbledore's cheerful manner disappeared and he pinned Harry to the chair with the piercing blue eyes. "Now I have a question for you, Harry Potter-Sparrow."
Once again Harry raised an eyebrow. Dumbledore's looks didn't have much of an effect on him anymore. "Aye?"
Dumbledore reached into his tin of Lemon Drops, popped one of the yellow sweets into his mouth and wriggled his fingers to get off the sugar that had stuck to them. Harry tensed at once and brought up every single mental wall he could think off. There was a reason why Dumbledore was considered batty yet also one of the most brilliant wizards of the age.
"Actually there are two questions." The Headmaster continued and looked at Harry. Harry met his gaze calmly. "When you told us about how you ended up in the past with Jack, you never told us how Jack can travel through time without a Time-Turner. And I am also very interested in this compass of his."
Harry smirked inwardly as Dumbledore tried to use Legilimency to read his thoughts. He allowed a single thought to get through his walls. All Dumbledore would read was a teasing: nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah! And an imagined tongue would be stuck out.
The Headmaster retreated abruptly, but smiled. "Well, that was one of the more interesting blocks I've seen."
"And there's more where that came from," Harry replied and got up. Fawkes flew back to his perch and settled. "I'll be leavin' ye now, got a ship te run." The green-eyed young man smiled one last time and was gone out the door.
"Yes, indeed," Dumbledore smiled to himself. "Fawkes, I think Voldemort is in for a big surprise."
The phoenix chirped in agreement.
Voldemort wouldn't know what hit him.
......
There, that's it. Please tell me what you think.
Short again, I know, but bear with me. The story's soon over and I'm trying to drag it out to 20 chapters – which, of course, won't happen as it's already written. And that irks me.
Thanks to:
HecateDeMort, chaser1, grand admiral chelli, Lunawolf, Amy2k, Lucius' mistress, Irish Pixie, Andine, Elven Warrior1, REMonkey Queen of Insanity, just another stupid idiot, Capn-BlackRose, Foxy13, Araz, Angel the Devil's Daughter, WolfMoon, gaul1, Mrs. Count D., ReginaLucifer, CassieOwls, :-), Celestia Memora, SlythsRule, cantfindagoodname, candidus-lupus-full Moon, The Lady Reaper of the Shadows, Harry Potter 21, crazley, S.Malfoy, A.M.bookworm247, simpleinsanity, pIPPINpIRATE, Vittaria, misty43, CaptianAnna13, Prongsblacks, DarkLights, Liber Creperum-Liber Diabolus and shinystars007.
Disclaimer: I own neither Pirates of the Caribbean nor Harry Potter.
Authors Note: Enjoy!
Thanks to my beta and good friend Paladin Steelbreaker.
Chapter Fifteen
The next couple of days Harry spent on his new ship cleaning and fixing it. He removed the bits and parts he didn't like or felt Dark Magic from, and replaced them with his own materials. The House-Elves refused to leave until the job was completely done, and Anamaria, Gibbs, Cotton, Jacqueline and Will helped out as well. Jack had been using much time talking with Dumbledore lately, and they only saw him when he came back to the Pearl for the night or at mealtimes. Hermione had inquired why they didn't go looking for him when they clearly were worried about him, and Harry had simply replied that Jack was a pirate.
Hermione had finally decided on how she should act towards Harry, and settled for the sister-act. Harry himself seemed relieved when she finally started to treat him like she had always done, and became slightly more like the old Harry in her presence. It took her a few days to get Harry and Draco to be in the same room without the two of them glaring mildly at each other. Now Draco asked politely about life on the seven seas, and Harry offered to take them aboard the Raven once the war was over and done with. Perhaps as a wedding gift, the young green-eyed pirate had suggested then had quietly retreated when he realised that Hermione and Draco were lost in each others eyes again.
"Draco's still not proposed, ey?" Anamaria had asked him once he got back aboard. They were in the galley where she was washing dishes.
"Nope, 'e's a Slytherin through and through, Ana. 'E'll do it at 'is own time." Harry replied then grinned wickedly. "Which is not te say that ye'll not be experiencin' the same thing. Ye've been watchin' our resident Potion Master quite a bit lately."
"Dunno what yer talkin' 'bout." She protested quickly.
"C'mon Ana, 'tis me we're talkin' 'bout 'ere. Yer fallin' fer Snape. Why else would ye spend so much time at 'Ogwarts?"
"I'm doin' research fer Jack!"
"Yeah, right, ye said it yerself that ye don't understand a thing in those books. Jack just wanted ye te find the library. And Dobby tells me yer spendin' more time in the dungeon than in the actual library."
"I'm readin' through Severus's books!"
"So 'tis Severus now, ey?" Harry grinned.
Anamaria sighed and slumped. "I'm not goin' te get off this am I?" Harry shook his head. "Yer like Jack. Bloody perceptive lad."
"Nothin' te worry 'bout Ana, yer secret's fine with me. I'm just wonderin' on one thing though."
"Aye?"
"How the 'ell can ye stand 'is attitude?" Harry quickly got out of the galley and winced as he heard a knife embed itself in the door.
He was going to keep away from Anamaria for the next couple of hours that was for sure.
......
"Uncle Harry! Uncle Harry!" Jacqueline yelled form the ground and Harry stuck his head over the railing.
"Aye?" he asked and looked down at the excited girl while wiping his hands on a rag.
"Mr Hagrid has something he wants to show you! He says it's urgent!" she jumped up and down.
"Alright. Hang on." Harry jumped over the side and Jacqueline dragged him to Hagrid's hut.
The giant was waiting for them on the front and waved merrily when he saw them coming. "Come on! Come on!" he said excitedly. "It is me brother Gwarp. Ye remember him 'Arry?"
"Hard te forget, Hagrid." Harry smiled. "What about 'im?"
"Gwarp and me 'ave been workin' on his writing, and he has finally managed it!" Hagrid was almost hyperactive as he led them around the hut. "See?!"
Back where the pumpkin patch had been sat Gwarp. He was holding a large chalkboard and a large piece of chalk and was writing the alphabet with his tongue between his teeth. He looked immensely concentrated. Jacqueline was smiling happily as well, and Harry smiled fondly. Good old Hagrid with his big heart and warmth. That was one thing he had missed while sailing with Jack.
"'Tis very good Hagrid."
Gwarp looked up at Harry's voice and frowned. "You be Harry?" Harry nodded. "Harry be Haggers friend and Gwarp like Haggers friends."
"And I am very pleased to meet you, Gwarp." Harry smiled to the giant.
Gwarp carefully took Harry's hand and shook it then looked eagerly at Hagrid when he dropped it.
"Very good Gwarp, yer getting better. Hagrid's going te bake ye a huge cake!"
Harry and Jacqueline retreated as Hagrid began to fuss around his brother. Harry shook his head in amusement as they walked back towards the three ships. Hagrid was just not someone who gave up.
"Listen Jack," he said turning to the girl. "Could ye go back te the Raven and say te Ana that I'm goin' te talk te Dumbledore?"
"Aye, Capt'n!" Jacqueline grinned and ran off.
Harry chuckled before heading into Hogwarts to search for the Headmaster. He found the old mage leaving the Great Hall just when Harry entered the old castle. The Headmaster stopped when he saw Harry coming towards him.
"Anything I can help you with Harry?" Dumbledore asked.
"There is," Harry replied. "I want to know how Bellatrix Lestrange died." He continued having completely lost his accent again.
"Of course my dear boy, follow me to my office and we'll talk there."
Harry followed the Headmaster to his office. The place hadn't changed much in twelve years. All the things that Harry had ruined after Sirius's death had been replaced, and the only thing that was new was Fawkes' perch. The phoenix chirped when they came in and settled down on Harry's shoulder. Harry took a seat in the chair in front of the Headmasters desk and petted the bird while he waited patiently for Dumbledore to start.
"No one is completely sure how she died," the Headmaster began thoughtfully. "One morning she was found outside the Ministry. Her body wasn't even ripped to shreds or anything, the only thing that was found was a paw print on her back."
"Paw print?" Harry raised an eyebrow though he did have his own theories from where that print had come from.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled merrily. "Yes, a paw print. Either from a grim or a gytrash, as Kingsley so nicely put it."
Harry grinned. "Someone got their revenge, didn't they Professor?"
"Indeed they did." Suddenly Dumbledore's cheerful manner disappeared and he pinned Harry to the chair with the piercing blue eyes. "Now I have a question for you, Harry Potter-Sparrow."
Once again Harry raised an eyebrow. Dumbledore's looks didn't have much of an effect on him anymore. "Aye?"
Dumbledore reached into his tin of Lemon Drops, popped one of the yellow sweets into his mouth and wriggled his fingers to get off the sugar that had stuck to them. Harry tensed at once and brought up every single mental wall he could think off. There was a reason why Dumbledore was considered batty yet also one of the most brilliant wizards of the age.
"Actually there are two questions." The Headmaster continued and looked at Harry. Harry met his gaze calmly. "When you told us about how you ended up in the past with Jack, you never told us how Jack can travel through time without a Time-Turner. And I am also very interested in this compass of his."
Harry smirked inwardly as Dumbledore tried to use Legilimency to read his thoughts. He allowed a single thought to get through his walls. All Dumbledore would read was a teasing: nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah! And an imagined tongue would be stuck out.
The Headmaster retreated abruptly, but smiled. "Well, that was one of the more interesting blocks I've seen."
"And there's more where that came from," Harry replied and got up. Fawkes flew back to his perch and settled. "I'll be leavin' ye now, got a ship te run." The green-eyed young man smiled one last time and was gone out the door.
"Yes, indeed," Dumbledore smiled to himself. "Fawkes, I think Voldemort is in for a big surprise."
The phoenix chirped in agreement.
Voldemort wouldn't know what hit him.
......
There, that's it. Please tell me what you think.
Short again, I know, but bear with me. The story's soon over and I'm trying to drag it out to 20 chapters – which, of course, won't happen as it's already written. And that irks me.
Thanks to:
HecateDeMort, chaser1, grand admiral chelli, Lunawolf, Amy2k, Lucius' mistress, Irish Pixie, Andine, Elven Warrior1, REMonkey Queen of Insanity, just another stupid idiot, Capn-BlackRose, Foxy13, Araz, Angel the Devil's Daughter, WolfMoon, gaul1, Mrs. Count D., ReginaLucifer, CassieOwls, :-), Celestia Memora, SlythsRule, cantfindagoodname, candidus-lupus-full Moon, The Lady Reaper of the Shadows, Harry Potter 21, crazley, S.Malfoy, A.M.bookworm247, simpleinsanity, pIPPINpIRATE, Vittaria, misty43, CaptianAnna13, Prongsblacks, DarkLights, Liber Creperum-Liber Diabolus and shinystars007.