Disclaimer: Not mine, got it? I do want it, but I don't have the imagination to think of a court case that could possibly get me what I want. So thusly, I own neither Harry Potter nor Pirates of the Caribbean. Actually, I'm not sure who owns Pirates of the Caribbean… but that's not the point. The point is that it's not mine.
Now, just a short little note: I hereby dedicate this chapter to the song 'Hooker with a Penis' and possibly 'Ænema' by Tool from the album Ænima. I hope you know that I blame my dad for getting addicted to Tool…
Chapter betaed once again the wonderful Kittery. I don't care how much you don't care if your name is in here, but I would feel guilty if I didn't. So ha!
But anyway, here's the story:
-Chapter 3: Explanations and SHUT UP!-
Harry sat up bolt right at the sound of the two screams reverberating around the room.
Carefully, he sent out his senses to see if the perpetrators were dangerous or would be a threat to him magically. Obviously, he doesn't know our beloved pirates at all. When he found that one possessed no magic whatsoever and the other a large amount that went left untouched, he relaxed. Sliding off of whatever he was sitting on, he stood up on the floor, slightly surprised to find himself swaying.
As he looked around the small room, he noticed that it was lavishly furnished in expensive things, but held no real personal touches.
He growled, wishing that the surprised scream would stop, before realizing that he had no idea of where he was or who the other two in the cabin were. Though, he admitted sheepishly to himself, one of them is obviously my distant relative: Jack Sparrow.
Sighing in mock-regret, he waved the wand that had slid out of his sleeve before casting a powerful 'silencio' around the room to save his poor ears.
The smile finally wound its way across his face as he looked at the two men he now faced. In a disturbingly cheery voice, he chirped, "Which one of you is Jack Sparrow?"
Fear and amazement, along with suspicions, were suddenly alive in the faces of his audience and he could see a noticeable twitch in the slightly cleaner man's hand towards the sword attached to his belt.
Ooooookay… maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
Hurriedly, he froze their hands and legs with Pretiricus Totalus so they couldn't harm him before he set about explaining why, exactly, he was there in their glorious presences at the moment.
"I'm Harry potter and I am a distant relative of yours, Mr. Sparrow."
Right about now, Harry was glad of the freezing charms as the man made a lunge for him. Belatedly, he realized that it was safe to take the other silencing charm off, too. Or, at least, he hoped so.
This action was immediately regretted, however, as the room echoed with shouts back at him again. Not his day, indeed.
"Do you want to talk normally or shall I silence you once again?" he drawled, trying to do his best impression of his rival's intimidation tact. Sadly, it didn't work all that well, especially since he was at least a foot shorter than the other two. His eyes, he reassured himself, were enough to scare most people, something that'd been increased with the removal of those horrid glasses.
His ego went up at least ten notches when both dark-haired men gulped, but nodded their consent anyway.
"Good. As I was saying, I'm your distant descendant."
"Distant?"
And there were those damned interruptions that made him brandish his wand threateningly. This had no affect on them what so ever, however, as they had no idea what the hell he was even doing with a pointy stick.
"Yes, as in two hundred years apart."
The man who seemed to be most willing to respond had an o-shaped mouth by now from surprise.
"What do you want with me boy?" the same slightly grubby man asked nervously, making Harry raise his eyebrow. It wasn't that he hadn't expected the man to be a perfect goody-two-shoes, but he hadn't anticipated for the man to act like a wanted man, either.
He quickly shoved these thoughts away, sensing that the upcoming confrontation would be more important than the casual conversation covering the numerous laws each had, undoubtedly, broken – all for a good cause, Harry assured himself as he smile back at some of his fonder memories.
"To understand the significance of that, I expect you'll need me to explain something. But first, do you believe in magic?"
Now, usually, Jack would laugh and calmly point out that there was no such thing in a placating manner, if not a tad secretively, but at the moment, he had a suspicion that the boy already knew his secret.
He'd ran away from his 'home' roughly twenty-five years ago, having been sick and tired of the expectations his great father had thrust upon him.
Plus, the boy was wearing robes. That was a dead giveaway if there ever was one, and he'd literally dropped out of nowhere. If that wasn't a blinding sign of something magical in the boy, then the fact that he had fell out of thin air definitely was.
So his answer was a simple 'yes.'
Blinking in surprise, Harry looked at the man. He really hadn't expected him to be honest.
"then maybe this story won't sound so bizarre," he continued with a tired sigh. "I was in my Potions class…" and so he went, explaining the class to the two men and answering Jack's questions. He 'conveniently' ignored the shocked expression on the other face.
"Oh!" Jack exclaimed, having warmed up to the teen during story time, "this is my good friend Will Turner."
Harry turned to the man, who gave him a shaky smile, and introduced himself again, more formally this time. "Hello. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Turner. I am Harry Potter."
"I know who you are! I heard you the first time!" Will muttered indignantly.
Aghast at the rude manners displayed, even though he'd learned that the two men were both pirates, he turned to his ancestor. "This one's missing some manners," mocked the teen. Oh, yes, of course he was confused. He just didn't want to show that he was for fear of the others attacking him with his guard down. You just never know these days…
"I could say that you have too many manners, lad," Jack said with a mischievous smirk, purposefully interrupting before his friend and relative could begin to outright brawl in the captain's cabin. Had he been anywhere else, he would have egged them on, but his hat was on the line at the moment, and he really wasn't in the mood to go hat shopping. Again.
Will mumbled something into his hand, which he'd put up in an attempt to stifle his retort, that sounded not-so-vaguely like 'bloody pirate.' Harry had to turn his laugh into a cough quickly and couldn't help but notice the playful banter that went on between the two pirates. It reminded him of his very own Moony and Padfoot, actually…
-Flashback-
After fifth year, he and Remus had bonded and comforted each other during the time of mourning the loss of Sirius, though both mourned for different reasons.
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Contrary to popular belief, Harry visited his godfather fairly often during the school year, through an unmonitored fireplace in the Room of Requirement. About the third or fourth time, he'd stumbled out of the fireplace and onto the thick carpet Sirius had insisted be replaced in case of difficult landings on Harry's part in front of the Evil Floo of Doom (he'd seen pink fluffy bunnies there once) and was met with the sight of his godfather and uncle wrapped in what some would call a 'passionate embrace' on the couch, whilst swapping spit.
He knew what he was preparing to do would most likely scare the shit out of one specific parental figure, and hid a devious smirk.
Backing up dramatically, he splayed his fingers across his eyes and cried, "Ow! My eyes! My poor, virginal eyes!"
If Sirius had known that he was joking, he would have snorted at anyone calling Harry virginal. However, he did not, in fact, know, and thusly refrained from doing so. Instead, he jumped off the couch in surprise and alarm.
Babbled apologies for him walking in on this met Harry's ears and this time he let the smirk escape the dirty confines of his mind.
Remus, however, laughed so hard he almost fell off the couch. With the amount of times he'd caught Harry snogging either a guy or a girl, he knew the teen was nowhere near virginal. Third year had been a year of surprise. Harry appeared to most people a shy and awkward teen, but he was powerful, sly, and, while Remus would never admit it to anyone including himself, incredibly striking for a young teenage boy. It was no wonder he could be found pinning someone against the wall, snogging the daylights out of some student at anytime of the night or twilight zone.
"Sirius. I am so disappointed in you! You didn't tell me!" Harry pouted out charmingly, while Remus just exasperatedly shook his head.
And that was how Harry'd come to be tackled and tickled and tickled until he could no longer gasp out death threats.
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Vernon had been absolutely pissed off at the Order's warning. In his opinion, no freak should ever speak to the perfectly normal people, much less in that manner!
After Harry'd been starved on end for four days, Vernon had, foolishly, forgotten to padlock his cage and window. He'd been in such a rage that all he could think of was getting the boy out of his sight. This was taken advantage of after seeing no signs of being fed anytime soon and Harry owled Remus in his shaky handwriting, which was made much more difficult in the fact that he was almost out of ink and the quills weren't exactly easy to write with.
Remus had been furious at the Dursleys, though restrained his anger for the sake of Harry.Nevertheless, he listened to Harry – his request not to tell Dumbledore and the reasons… Remus agreed wholeheartedly.
Residency at Remus's house was… comfortable.
He had lived there through the following two summers and most breaks. It wasn't that he didn't love the old castle, he just wanted to spend time with the man.
Around midnight a few days before his seventeenth birthday, there was a knocking at the door of 'Moony Cabin' (Harry added mockingly at this point 'where the stars will shine bright upon your future and Mars will disappear').
Sirius. Harry was ecstatic when Remus informed him that Sirius was real, due to several tests in the Animagus department and smell, along with the fact that Remus knew instinctively that this really was his mate because of… well, instinct.
-End Flashback-
Harry broke out of his musings because of a finger poking his forehead.
"Hey kid, you alright?"
"Yes," he replied with a rueful smile. From what he'd read of the potion, it was supposed to be like a dream, and this… well, besides the presence of another man, was nothing like a dream.
Soon, he caught the 'kid' and had thoughts along the same lines of Remus's had been when he'd barged in for the first time, but with more violence and dark-ish thoughts. "Sorry, Jack, I haven't been a kid for a long time."
Will interjected, "But you don't seem to look any older than 16!"
A deep, mirthless chuckle went around the room and it chilled Jack to know that his heir had enough bad memories to be able to produce that.
"Looks can be deceiving. Innocence can be lost. This is what war does to people."
Again, Will looked at the boy and saw the receding joy and pain in his eyes. Silence seemed to be the best option at this point, and he did not ask about the flashback.
"Where are we anyway?" the boy asked.
Jack's eyes opened in shock. His descendant didn't even know of his well-earned legacy! Mind, the legacy was made of infamy from raids and thievery, but that really wasn't the point right now.
"Why, my dear, this is the black Pearl! The Black Pearl! The most feared pirate ship in the Caribbean!" He almost cooed the last part and had to restrain the urge to pet the dark, planked walls.
Under Remus's influence, Harry had developed a taste for reading – though he hoped that Ron, and, upon further consternation, Hermione, found out – mainly for history and more advanced spell work in general. So, of course he recognized the name and he fought the impulse to shout girlishly 'Shut UP!' while jumping up and down. He doubted that would go over very well at all.
Instead, he asked, purposely putting only a little curiosity in his voice, "Really?"
Jack laughed jovially and nodded, clapping his tanned on Will's shoulder. "And this here'd be my first mate!"
The wheels were turning in Harry's head as he tried to decrypt what exactly was going on between the two.
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I hope I put a satisfactory amount of dialogue in here, as I had people complain about that for Twin Angels.
Notes: Well, this really isn't a note, just a general question.
Should I pair Harry up with someone? And if I do, who?
That's all I can think of right now, so… yeah.
Until next update and/or review (which, by the way, you should do),
Cher