"Bloody...Wizards?"

-Elizabeth Turner

A story of when Pirates meet Wizards

A/N: R & R please!

Chapter Six: Biographies and Imposter (Harry Potter)

"Harry," someone hissed from behind him as the crowed dispersed to the tables.

Harry turned around to find Hermione leaning over to him, looking rather anxious.

"Hermione, you alright?" he asked.

She nodded feverishly, but still looked apprehensive, "Harry, I need to…" she began, but a booming voice, one that Harry regretted to hear, interrupted them.

"Harry mboy!" Slughorn loudly said, slapping Harry on his back.

Harry faked a grin, but noticed Ron slinked away to go talk to Charlie.

Whether by accident or not, Slughorn drug Harry away from Hermione to meet some of his fellow friends.

"I'm sure you remember good ol Worple and Sanguini?" he asked.

Harry remembered Worple alright, but before he could escape his demanding requests for a biography, Worple started talking on and on about the many famous people he'd helped write a biography for. Harry wasn't interested at all and was attempting to tuning out his voice until he heard him mention his parents names.

"What?" Harry suddenly asked.

"Your parents…Lily and James Potter, I've begun to write about them and their lives through Hogwarts until they were killed, with the help of Horace, of course."

"No," Harry said, shaking his head, "If I wanted that information on my parents available to the public, I'd make it so…but I don't want you to do that," Harry said, hardly believing he'd heard Worple correctly.

"My dear boy, that's not for you to decide…" he said with a good-natured laugh.

Harry fired up at once, "Oh, I think it is…sir. Unless I'm very much mistaken, they were my parents, not yours and I have a say of what information on them goes public and what doesn't. I can't stop people like that Skeeter from spreading rumors in the newspapers or magazines, but I can stop people like you from writing their life stories for everyone to read."

"Well…perhaps if I made one copy for you to approve, that way if you like it we can print more and if you don't…then we don't," he suggested.

Harry opened his mouth to protest, but promptly shut it. Worple had a very good point, "Alright, but I want to be present for each and every interview and I want to read what you have so far until you start writing," Harry bargained.

"It's a deal," Worple said, absolutely beaming.

Harry shook his hand, faking another smile and going off to find Ron.

"Hermione, have you seen…?" he began, but stopped at the terrified expression on her face.

"Harry, I really need to talk to you, it's really imp…" she began, but was once again cut off; this time by Mr. Weasley.

"Ah, Harry how good to see you! I hear you're thinking about not going back to Hogwarts this year?" he asked, standing between Harry and Hermione.

Hermione gave an impatient huff and was waiting for Mr. Weasley to finish talking, but was carted off by Ginny.

"Oh, well, I kind of wanted to go search for some horcruxes…maybe visit my parents grave…you know…" he trailed off.

At the mention of James and Lily's graves, Mr. Weasley's face became very serious and paled a bit, "Well, sounds like an adventure to me, but don't you think you should finish your education before you face You-Know-Who?" he asked.

Harry shook his head, "No sir. I want to defeat him as soon as I can."

"But Harry, you must look at the odds of…" he began, but a roar of laughter erupted from the reception table and both Mr. Weasley and Harry looked over at it.

It looked as though Fred and George had managed to put some kind of spell or concoction into Bill and Fleur's drinks so that they were wearing each others clothes.

Harry took advantage of the situation and found Hermione, pulling her aside to where they couldn't be interrupted.

"Harry," she gasped, "Remember when I offered Mad-Eye the Veritaserum?" she asked.

He nodded, "What's wrong?"

"Well," she said, casting a side-ways glance to the crowd and wringing her hands, "Dyou remember what Alastor is notorious for?" she asked.

Harry nodded again, "Drinking from his hip…flask…" he said, realizing what Hermione was getting at, "Well…if it's a Death Eater impersonating him again…they're doing a poor job of it," he said.

"Yes, I suppose so since he seemed to fool you," she sarcastically said.

Harry, for the second time that day, opened his mouth to retort, but Hermione stopped him.

"Listen, we need to get out of here as quickly and silently as possibly and we need to not attract attention to ourselves. We also need to let Ron's parents and Lupin know what's going on before we leave."

Harry nodded, "Alright, I'm sure Fred and George can create some kind of distraction for us," he said, confident with the twins skills at distracting people.

"Harry," Hermione suddenly said, looking quite terrified, "I…I just wanted to say that no matter what happens, we can get through this alive and…and we can defeat Voldemort."

Harry raised his eyebrows at her, taken aback by her randomocity, but nevertheless hugged her in reassurance.

"Yes, Hermione. I believe you're right."