Pirates and Wizards
Disclaimer: I own neither Pirates of the Caribbean nor Harry Potter.
Authors Note: Next chapter's the last mates, and then the sequel. Enjoy!
Thanks to my beta and good friend Paladin Steelbreaker.
Chapter Seventeen
They had been at it for a while now. Almost every curse that Voldemort shot at him, Harry avoided. The Dark Lord was getting pissed off. He used Darker and Darker curses, but Harry avoided them all. The green-eyed young man had barely even thrown a curse of his own, he was waiting for Voldemort to tire himself out, then he would attack. And the Dark Lord was getting tired. Beads of sweat ran down his face, and even if his movements were still as fast and deadly as ever, Harry knew it cost the man to keep it up. He wasn't a young man anymore, but somewhere in his eighties.
Finally Harry decided to start for real and began shooting spell after spell at the Dark Lord. Voldemort was shocked to suddenly find himself at the defensive rather than the offensive. Then he realised exactly what Potter had gotten him to do and was even more pissed off than before. How could he have fallen for a petty trick like that?!
"Give it up Potter!" he growled trying to hide the breathless note to his voice.
However Harry caught up on it like a shark caught up on blood from a mile away, and grinned. "Not yet, Voldemort. Not before you're dead."
Voldemort growled. "You really think you can beat me, boy?! I am the most powerful wizard to ever walk this earth!"
"Then why are you afraid of me and Dumbledore?" Harry asked and avoided another spell. "You are getting old, Riddle. Admit it, you haven't reached immortality and never will."
"And it's all because of a brat!" Voldemort yelled and began to attack again.
This time Harry had problems with defending himself. The spells and curses came so fast that it took all he had of reflexes and instinct to avoid the most dangerous ones. He knew that he couldn't keep avoiding it for eternity, but neither could Voldemort. The fight around them had slowly died down with the Order of the Phoenix winning. Aurors had arrived and were helping round up everyone. Jack was just standing there – leaning slightly on Dumbledore – watching Harry and Voldemort duel, as were the rest of the three crews.
Harry knew that he had to stop this fight before Voldemort got desperate and killed everyone in a two mile radius. He was capable of doing that, everybody knew. He had done it once before under the First War when Dumbledore had cornered him. Dumbledore had been the only one who had managed to bring up a shield and had survived. The other witches and wizards – about two dozen – had died or gotten badly hurt.
"There's a room in the Department of Mysteries," Dumbledore's words at the end of fifth year came back to him. "That is kept locked at all times. It contains a force that is at once more wonderful and more terrible than death, than human intelligence, than the forces of nature. It is also, perhaps, the most mysterious of the many subjects for study that reside there. It is the power held within that room that you possess in such quantities and which Voldemort has not at all. That power took you to save Sirius tonight. That power also saved you form possession by Voldemort, because he could not bear to reside in a body so full of the force he detests. In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you."
And what was that power which resided in his heart? Harry could only think of one answer, as cliché as it sounded.
Love.
He suddenly knew what he had to do, all he needed now was the opportune moment.
And that moment came a second later when Voldemort spotted a limping Jack Sparrow and shot the Killing Curse at him. Harry jumped up and stood in the way of the curse. It hit him right in the heart and spread around his body like wild fire. He could hear screams of terror, yells and shouts, and over that Voldemort's high, evil laugh.
However, Voldemort stopped laughing when he saw that Harry was still standing.
"Now I am pissed off." Harry growled and started to gather all the love he held in his heart and started to form it. Miles and miles away, in the Department of Mysteries, a door that had been shut for decades flew open with a bang and the power it had held was finally free.
A ball of pure energy started to form in Harry's hands. It only grew and grew as more power was added to it. Harry could feel the power from the Department of Mystery crash into him and fill him to the brim, then it went into the ball. Voldemort and everyone else stared at him in awe and surprise, some even in fear, as he had started to glow a brilliant white, like a star really, due to all the power flowing through him.
Harry spread his arms and the ball shot towards the Dark Lord. Voldemort tried to duck, but the ball formed itself into a huge net which captured him. Wherever the threads touched the Dark Lord, he was burned. Harry didn't pay any attention to the screams of pain coming from the monster, but instead focused on making a weapon out of the power currently filling him. It didn't take long before he stood with a cutlass made out of pure energy in his hands.
He started towards the Dark Lord and stopped in front of the writhing man. "This is for mom, dad, Sirius and everyone else you have killed. For all the ruined lives, for all the misery, for everything. And most of all this is for me!" With that he drove the sword through the Dark Lord's heart.
Voldemort shrieked and started to combust. A last wave of Dark Magic flew out of him and Harry was knocked several feet backwards. The last thing he remembered was seeing Voldemort explode before everything went dark.
......
"Harry."
"Wake up Harry."
"Come on, Harry."
Harry groaned. The voices sounded somewhat familiar, but he couldn't place them anywhere. The last thing he remembered was that Voldemort exploded and... his eyes flew open and he sat straight up. Voldemort was dead. VOLDEMORT WAS DEAD!!!!! A grin broke out on his face and he didn't keep back the yell nor did he stop himself from punching the air at the same time. The bloody bastard was gone for good!
"Harry!" the voices called again and he started to pay attention to his surroundings.
He was lying on the ground – if it was the ground – in a totally white, pleasantly warm void. He looked around, but couldn't see anything special. "Um, hallo?"
"Over here Harry."
Harry turned around and his mouth dropped open. In front of him stood his mother, father, Sirius and some other family members. "Jumping jellyfish!"
James Potter laughed and approached his shocked son. He was wearing robes of white, the same colour as the mist or whatever it was they were standing in. "Hello Harry."
"Dad." Harry grinned and hugged his father. James hugged him as well, and a second later Lily and Sirius had joined the hug. "Mom. Sirius. Wh-what's going on? Where are we?"
"We are in the middle between Life and Death, the place people go when they are in a coma." James replied and grinned at his son. "I must say you make a handsome pirate."
"It's the Marauder genes, Prongs." Sirius teased. "Hello kid, sorry about that abrupt leaving."
Harry nodded to his godfather. "I heard you got your revenge."
"I did." That was all Sirius wanted so say about that.
Lily turned Harry towards her and inspected him like only a mother could. She took in his shoulder-long, shaggy hair with the numerous beads and trinkets and the bandana that kept it out of his eyes. The white shirt, or better said the once-white shirt that was ripped several places; the dark, dirty pants and the knee-high boots. Then her eyes went on to the cutlass, the pistol and the dagger stuck in the sash tied around his waist.
"Well," she said at last. "It actually fits you."
Harry grinned. "Why thank ye."
"But please drop the accent while you're with us." She smiled as well then hugged him again. "Gods, how I have missed you. My little Harry."
"I don't think he's so small anymore, Lily." Sirius pointed out. Then turned to Harry himself. "We've been watching you and Jack over the years. And I must say that I am proud of you, especially every time you knocked the stuffing out of that Norrington bloke."
"Thank you." Harry nodded gratefully. "But why am I here?" he asked. "Not that it's not nice to see you all, but..."
Lily laughed and made them all sit down on a table that popped out of nowhere with chairs for the four of them, while other family members sat down at other tables. "The Love going through you after you opened the door in the Department of Mysteries, was too much for you, and in the real world you are currently in a coma and lying in the Hogwarts Hospital Wing."
"So I survived again?"
"Yepp!" Sirius said happily. "And Voldemort is stone cold dead, and won't be coming back. You even made sure that no one could use necromancy – or any other form of magic – to raise him again. Not only that, but Pettigrew was caught as well under the fight, and my name is being cleared as we speak."
Harry smiled. "I'm glad to hear that. How long do I have here?"
"Hmm, shouldn't be more than a few days in the real world." James replied. "That's enough for us to get to know each other. And you must tell us of your adventures with Jack and at Hogwarts."
"I thought you said you watched over me?"
"We did, but we weren't there all the time. We could only come once a month, on the full moon."
The green-eyed young man grinned again and leaned back. "Right, so where do I start?"
......
That's it. What do you think?
Once again I'll say that the next chapter's the last folks, and then there's the sequel.
Thanks to:
kim carol, Alaranth-88, just another stupid idiot, Mistress Malfoy, The Lady Reaper of the Shadows, Lunawolf, Elven Warrior1, :-), HAZZAGRIFF, Amy2k, CassieOwls, elvengoddess, Kent36, phoenixcatcher, Discordia-Erebus, Delinka, Araz, HecateDeMort, Heart and Mind, bells, jaded eyes, Mistress- Genari, WolfMOon, Prongsblacks, Siri Kat, crazley, Stahchild, cantfindagoodname, grand admiral chelli, ReginaLucifer, SSSRoaB, Irish Pixie, chaser1, Phoenixfeather6988, candidus-lupus-full Moon, gaul1, cheatachu82, soccerlefty, TiffanyBlack2004, Liber Creperum-Liber Diabolus, Andine and Vittaria.
Disclaimer: I own neither Pirates of the Caribbean nor Harry Potter.
Authors Note: Next chapter's the last mates, and then the sequel. Enjoy!
Thanks to my beta and good friend Paladin Steelbreaker.
Chapter Seventeen
They had been at it for a while now. Almost every curse that Voldemort shot at him, Harry avoided. The Dark Lord was getting pissed off. He used Darker and Darker curses, but Harry avoided them all. The green-eyed young man had barely even thrown a curse of his own, he was waiting for Voldemort to tire himself out, then he would attack. And the Dark Lord was getting tired. Beads of sweat ran down his face, and even if his movements were still as fast and deadly as ever, Harry knew it cost the man to keep it up. He wasn't a young man anymore, but somewhere in his eighties.
Finally Harry decided to start for real and began shooting spell after spell at the Dark Lord. Voldemort was shocked to suddenly find himself at the defensive rather than the offensive. Then he realised exactly what Potter had gotten him to do and was even more pissed off than before. How could he have fallen for a petty trick like that?!
"Give it up Potter!" he growled trying to hide the breathless note to his voice.
However Harry caught up on it like a shark caught up on blood from a mile away, and grinned. "Not yet, Voldemort. Not before you're dead."
Voldemort growled. "You really think you can beat me, boy?! I am the most powerful wizard to ever walk this earth!"
"Then why are you afraid of me and Dumbledore?" Harry asked and avoided another spell. "You are getting old, Riddle. Admit it, you haven't reached immortality and never will."
"And it's all because of a brat!" Voldemort yelled and began to attack again.
This time Harry had problems with defending himself. The spells and curses came so fast that it took all he had of reflexes and instinct to avoid the most dangerous ones. He knew that he couldn't keep avoiding it for eternity, but neither could Voldemort. The fight around them had slowly died down with the Order of the Phoenix winning. Aurors had arrived and were helping round up everyone. Jack was just standing there – leaning slightly on Dumbledore – watching Harry and Voldemort duel, as were the rest of the three crews.
Harry knew that he had to stop this fight before Voldemort got desperate and killed everyone in a two mile radius. He was capable of doing that, everybody knew. He had done it once before under the First War when Dumbledore had cornered him. Dumbledore had been the only one who had managed to bring up a shield and had survived. The other witches and wizards – about two dozen – had died or gotten badly hurt.
"There's a room in the Department of Mysteries," Dumbledore's words at the end of fifth year came back to him. "That is kept locked at all times. It contains a force that is at once more wonderful and more terrible than death, than human intelligence, than the forces of nature. It is also, perhaps, the most mysterious of the many subjects for study that reside there. It is the power held within that room that you possess in such quantities and which Voldemort has not at all. That power took you to save Sirius tonight. That power also saved you form possession by Voldemort, because he could not bear to reside in a body so full of the force he detests. In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you."
And what was that power which resided in his heart? Harry could only think of one answer, as cliché as it sounded.
Love.
He suddenly knew what he had to do, all he needed now was the opportune moment.
And that moment came a second later when Voldemort spotted a limping Jack Sparrow and shot the Killing Curse at him. Harry jumped up and stood in the way of the curse. It hit him right in the heart and spread around his body like wild fire. He could hear screams of terror, yells and shouts, and over that Voldemort's high, evil laugh.
However, Voldemort stopped laughing when he saw that Harry was still standing.
"Now I am pissed off." Harry growled and started to gather all the love he held in his heart and started to form it. Miles and miles away, in the Department of Mysteries, a door that had been shut for decades flew open with a bang and the power it had held was finally free.
A ball of pure energy started to form in Harry's hands. It only grew and grew as more power was added to it. Harry could feel the power from the Department of Mystery crash into him and fill him to the brim, then it went into the ball. Voldemort and everyone else stared at him in awe and surprise, some even in fear, as he had started to glow a brilliant white, like a star really, due to all the power flowing through him.
Harry spread his arms and the ball shot towards the Dark Lord. Voldemort tried to duck, but the ball formed itself into a huge net which captured him. Wherever the threads touched the Dark Lord, he was burned. Harry didn't pay any attention to the screams of pain coming from the monster, but instead focused on making a weapon out of the power currently filling him. It didn't take long before he stood with a cutlass made out of pure energy in his hands.
He started towards the Dark Lord and stopped in front of the writhing man. "This is for mom, dad, Sirius and everyone else you have killed. For all the ruined lives, for all the misery, for everything. And most of all this is for me!" With that he drove the sword through the Dark Lord's heart.
Voldemort shrieked and started to combust. A last wave of Dark Magic flew out of him and Harry was knocked several feet backwards. The last thing he remembered was seeing Voldemort explode before everything went dark.
......
"Harry."
"Wake up Harry."
"Come on, Harry."
Harry groaned. The voices sounded somewhat familiar, but he couldn't place them anywhere. The last thing he remembered was that Voldemort exploded and... his eyes flew open and he sat straight up. Voldemort was dead. VOLDEMORT WAS DEAD!!!!! A grin broke out on his face and he didn't keep back the yell nor did he stop himself from punching the air at the same time. The bloody bastard was gone for good!
"Harry!" the voices called again and he started to pay attention to his surroundings.
He was lying on the ground – if it was the ground – in a totally white, pleasantly warm void. He looked around, but couldn't see anything special. "Um, hallo?"
"Over here Harry."
Harry turned around and his mouth dropped open. In front of him stood his mother, father, Sirius and some other family members. "Jumping jellyfish!"
James Potter laughed and approached his shocked son. He was wearing robes of white, the same colour as the mist or whatever it was they were standing in. "Hello Harry."
"Dad." Harry grinned and hugged his father. James hugged him as well, and a second later Lily and Sirius had joined the hug. "Mom. Sirius. Wh-what's going on? Where are we?"
"We are in the middle between Life and Death, the place people go when they are in a coma." James replied and grinned at his son. "I must say you make a handsome pirate."
"It's the Marauder genes, Prongs." Sirius teased. "Hello kid, sorry about that abrupt leaving."
Harry nodded to his godfather. "I heard you got your revenge."
"I did." That was all Sirius wanted so say about that.
Lily turned Harry towards her and inspected him like only a mother could. She took in his shoulder-long, shaggy hair with the numerous beads and trinkets and the bandana that kept it out of his eyes. The white shirt, or better said the once-white shirt that was ripped several places; the dark, dirty pants and the knee-high boots. Then her eyes went on to the cutlass, the pistol and the dagger stuck in the sash tied around his waist.
"Well," she said at last. "It actually fits you."
Harry grinned. "Why thank ye."
"But please drop the accent while you're with us." She smiled as well then hugged him again. "Gods, how I have missed you. My little Harry."
"I don't think he's so small anymore, Lily." Sirius pointed out. Then turned to Harry himself. "We've been watching you and Jack over the years. And I must say that I am proud of you, especially every time you knocked the stuffing out of that Norrington bloke."
"Thank you." Harry nodded gratefully. "But why am I here?" he asked. "Not that it's not nice to see you all, but..."
Lily laughed and made them all sit down on a table that popped out of nowhere with chairs for the four of them, while other family members sat down at other tables. "The Love going through you after you opened the door in the Department of Mysteries, was too much for you, and in the real world you are currently in a coma and lying in the Hogwarts Hospital Wing."
"So I survived again?"
"Yepp!" Sirius said happily. "And Voldemort is stone cold dead, and won't be coming back. You even made sure that no one could use necromancy – or any other form of magic – to raise him again. Not only that, but Pettigrew was caught as well under the fight, and my name is being cleared as we speak."
Harry smiled. "I'm glad to hear that. How long do I have here?"
"Hmm, shouldn't be more than a few days in the real world." James replied. "That's enough for us to get to know each other. And you must tell us of your adventures with Jack and at Hogwarts."
"I thought you said you watched over me?"
"We did, but we weren't there all the time. We could only come once a month, on the full moon."
The green-eyed young man grinned again and leaned back. "Right, so where do I start?"
......
That's it. What do you think?
Once again I'll say that the next chapter's the last folks, and then there's the sequel.
Thanks to:
kim carol, Alaranth-88, just another stupid idiot, Mistress Malfoy, The Lady Reaper of the Shadows, Lunawolf, Elven Warrior1, :-), HAZZAGRIFF, Amy2k, CassieOwls, elvengoddess, Kent36, phoenixcatcher, Discordia-Erebus, Delinka, Araz, HecateDeMort, Heart and Mind, bells, jaded eyes, Mistress- Genari, WolfMOon, Prongsblacks, Siri Kat, crazley, Stahchild, cantfindagoodname, grand admiral chelli, ReginaLucifer, SSSRoaB, Irish Pixie, chaser1, Phoenixfeather6988, candidus-lupus-full Moon, gaul1, cheatachu82, soccerlefty, TiffanyBlack2004, Liber Creperum-Liber Diabolus, Andine and Vittaria.