"Bloody...Wizards?"
-Elizabeth Turner
A story of when Pirates meet Wizards
A/N: Hello, and welcome to my millionth ff. If you haven't read the summary, this is a story of Harry Potter and Pirates of the Caribbean. If you're a fan of both, I highly recommend you read this. If you're not…I don't recommend it but it's your choice. This is a story of Harry Potter's search for the final horcruxe and Jack Sparrow's search for the, missing yet again, last medallion. In a twisted turn of events, they run into each other and they have to work together to find what they're looking for. So constructive criticism is always always welcome. I'd rather have that than regular old "this story's amazing" or "sucks" because I want to know what I can do better or what I'm doing well. But comments are welcome as well. So ya. Here's the first chapter.
Chapter One: Arrival (Harry Potter)
Harry layed on his bed in his room at number four, private drive, quietly counting down the minutes until he could leave the wretched place. Ron and Hermione were with him, as they said they'd be two days earlier, and Mad-eye was on his way to pick them up and safely transport them to the Burrow. That is where they'd spend the night, attend Fleur and Bill's wedding and from there drop their luggage off at Sirius old place and visit Godric's Hollow. It was all a bit mushed into a small amount of time, but Harry had the distinct feeling it would all work out somehow, though Hermione felt differently.
"You sure you're alright?" Hermione asked for the millionth time since they'd arrived.
"Hermione just give him some space, alright? He'll be fine," Ron said from across the room as he glanced at Hermione, then resumed his gazing out of the window.
It was yet, as always, another scorching day in Little Whinging and, Harry couldn't help but think, only two weeks until his birthday. Only two weeks until he could aparate, only two weeks until he could do magic out side of school...only two weeks until the charm Dumbledore had placed upon him and his aunt and uncle's house would stop working.
He frowned. Why did he have to think that way? Why couldn't he make the best of things and not think about the bad?
Because there's nothing but bad left in this world these days a little voice echoed through his head. And it was true save for one exception; the wedding. It was something he'd been looking forward to, but at the same time dreading with every fiber of his being. He wanted so badly to experience and savor the little good left on the earth, but at the same time he didn't even want to think about it lest it distracted him from his dangerous mission.
"Harry," Ron started as he heard his bedroom door open.
Harry turned around and sat up, finding Moody standing, and taking up, his doorway.
"How do we know it's really you?" were the first words out of Hermione's mouth.
He gave her a lop-sided grin, "A bit doubtful after a whole year together, Granger?" he asked.
Harry's eyebrows rose, "Since it really wasn't you...yeah, I don't blame her," he said as he watched Hermione digging around in her bag for something. When she resurfaced, so was holding a vile full of clear, water-looking liquid with a triumphant expression on her face.
"Now," she said, pulling the cork out, "If you really are Moody, you wouldn't mind taking a drop or two of Veritaserum, would you? Just so we can be sure you're really who you say you are," she said, standing up.
Harry couldn't help but smile. Hermione was brilliant. He himself would have never thought ahead enough to brew, store and bring along something like Veritaserum to give Moody, just incase he really wasn't who he said he was.
Moody only eyed the vile with a curious expression, "Really think you need that, girl?" he asked.
She only raised her eyebrow and held the vile up level with her face, "Are you going to cooperate or not?" she asked.
He hesitated before giving a slight shrug, "Why not? I've nothing to hide," he finished, reaching for the clear tube, but she snatched it away before he could touch it.
"Oh, that'll be unnecessary," she said, stowing it back away into her bag, "If you're willing to take it, that's proof enough for me. Harry?" she asked, looking at him.
He shrugged, "I suppose...yeah."
Moody seemed a bit relieved he really wasn't being tested with Veritaserum and was slightly more cheery, "Hermione, I've heard you passed your apparation test, then?" he asked.
Hermione proudly nodded.
"And you two haven't," Moody added, looking from Harry to Ron.
They both shook their heads.
"Alright then, both of you grab an arm," he growled, "I'm assuming Hermione can make it on her own."
After a moment of feeling as though Voldemort's huge snake were trying to kill him and squeeze him to death, he landed on his feet facing the leaning tower also known as The Burrow.
He felt his breath catch. He knew, if he could pick one place in the world to be, this would be it. Despite the rotting shingles, holes in the roof and the ghoul in the attic, Harry knew he could always, and would always, feel at home here.
"There you are," came a voice from behind them, making them all spin on their heels, "We've been expecting your arrival."
