"Bloody...Wizards?"

-Elizabeth Turner

A story of when Pirates meet Wizards

A/N: R & R please!

Chapter Eleven: Pirate's Cave (Harry Potter)

"Again, kind of complicated…we've got business to attend to, but it won't take very long," Hermione was trying to explain to the Marauders and Lily over supper in the Great Hall.

Harry wasn't really paying attention, but was gazing at Dumbledore.

"What sort of business?" Sirius asked.

"Didn't you hear her? It's complicated. It'll take time," she said.

Harry's eyes snapped to her. Was it coincidence she'd said that or did she finally figure out what was going on?

She gave him a knowing wink. She knew.

"Uh, Lily, dyou mind taking a short walk with me? I need to speak to you," said Harry, setting his pumpkin juice down.

"Alright," she immediately said, as if she'd been waiting for him to say that, and stood up. They headed out of the Great Hall and down the corridor.

"So…I guess you know what's going on?" he asked.

"It's kind of difficult not to know when you're talking about it around me. So, I'm your mother?"

He gave her a slight smile, "Not yet, but you will be."

"And James is your father…"

"Will be."

"Oh."

They were silent for a moment as they continued down the hallway.

"I heard you mention you'd never know your parents…us…what happened to Potter and I?"

He sighed. This would be difficult, "After you guys got married…I'm not sure whether or not it was before you had me, the two of you joined something called 'The Order of the Phoenix'…"

"I know what that is…not very many people can join it…only the best," she interrupted.

"Yes, well, because of a prophecy made, you guys got in danger of being destroyed by Voldemort…you know who that is, right?"

She nodded.

"Well, one night when I was a year old, he came to your door. Whenever dementors are around I can hear it…my dad stood between Voldemort and us…he was killed. You tried to protect me when he asked you to hand me over. You wouldn't, so he killed you too. When he tried to kill me, the killing curse bounced off of me and drained him of his powers, leaving this," he said, pointing to his scar.

Her eyes were wide, "Oh my," she said, studying it, "So…James and I don't have very long to live, then. This school year, next school year…when did we get married?"

"I'm not sure. Probably right out of school."

"How'd Voldemort know it was us?"

"He didn't. One of his Deatheaters was listening in on the prophecy when it was being told, but didn't stay for the whole thing. He took a guess and went for it."

"Who? Who was the Deatheater?"

Harry tensed up. Should he tell her? Would she do something to him?

"Snape," he said through clenched teeth.

She stopped, "Severus Snape?" she asked.

"The very same," said Harry.

She didn't ask any more of the matter, "I heard you mention something about him killing Dumbledore as well…"

"In my sixth year…this past year, Dumbledore and I had private lessons about Voldemort, learning about his past and trying to figure out where he might've hidden his horcruxes. He had added security around the castle because the threat of Voldemort was stronger than ever…"

"I thought you said you'd drained him of his powers…"

"He came back in my fourth year; that's another story in its self. Anyway, so…" he explained everything from the second he'd left the school until the funeral. He felt as though he were talking to his very best friend…she was gasping, nodding and "Mhmm"ing in all the right places. He was surprised that she was accepting of the story…of the fact that he was from the future.

"Well, I think I can believe all that. Would you like to speak to Dumbledore? He usually eats up in his office now days because of…well, you know…"

"Yeah, okay," he said, trying to hide his excitement.

As they walked down the hall, a tall, muscular black-haired boy that looked as though he could've been related to Sirius walked in the opposite direction of them singing, "Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me…" and was swinging something large and gold around his wrist. Harry could only get a look at one side of it and, he couldn't really be sure, but he thought he saw a skull on it. The corridor they were walking down was a rather long one and they had passed each other near the middle. Yet when Harry turned to look back at him as they passed, he'd gone.

As if Lily were reading his mind, she said, "That's Regulus Black; Sirius little brother. He often walks around these halls alone with odd trinkets in his hands and disappears right before your eyes. It's odd, really. I think I know what he's up to, but whenever I bring it up with Dumbledore he only winks at me and avoids the subject."

Yes, thought Harry, That sounds very much like Dumbledore.

"Eatable Dark Marks," she told the Gargoyle.

Harry couldn't help but burst out laughing. Fred and George Weasley had come up with "Eatable Dark Marks" when they came out with the store. So Dumbledore had been doing a bit of time traveling as well.

"Come in," came Dumbledore's voice when Lily had knocked on his door.

"Ah, miss Evans, to what do I owe this occasion?" he asked, looking up from his desk. His gaze swept from Lily to Harry. He studied Harry for a moment, squinted his eyes and then broke into a wide smile, "And Harry Potter, a very surprising guest."

"P…professor," said Harry in greeting, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Why do you look so sad, my dear boy?" he asked.

"I…I haven't been able to speak to you for a while…or Sirius…I saw him today as well. You…" stuttered Harry.

Dumbledore interrupted him, "Yes, I'm afraid I witnessed my own death. But I gather that it had been intended between the future me and the future Severus Snape. I've been watching his actions closely through the years ahead of the now and I have absolutely no reason to doubt him."

"That…that's the reason you trusted him? I mean no disrespect, sir, but he killed you…"

"And very well indeed. He'd never performed the killing curse before then and might I say, he will do a very good job of it. Very clean."

Harry stared at him open-mouthed. All the sudden the floor turned to water, soaking the hem of Harry's pants and his socks. There must have been some sort of clear barrier below the water, because they weren't falling through it, though Harry could see the room below.

Dumbledore chuckled, "I expect your father and Sirius are at it again. I can't get enough of those two…very brilliant…"

Lily huffed beside Harry and Dumbledore chuckled again.

"Of course, your mother would disagree with me, she doesn't think they're at all bright. But their practical jokes far exceed my own when I was their age."

:Harry laughed, "I don't think even Fred and George could measure up to this," said Harry.

"No, I expect not. However I really did like the swamp they grew on the third floor. Or rather, they will grow on the third floor here in about nineteen years. Those fireworks will be a piece of brilliant work as well. No matter how many times I sit there, invisible to them as they figure out how to make all their products…it's always seems to blow my mind…I'd never be able to…" he started as someone burst through the door.

"Ah Minerva," said Dumbledore, shifting his eyes from Harry to McGonagall.

She looked at Dumbledore, about to say something, then glanced at Harry and did a double-take.

"Potter? How can…I've just…" she took a breath, "I just reprimanded you for turning the floors to water…how could you have gotten…"

Harry glanced at Dumbledore, who was looking expectantly at him, then he looked at McGonagall, "I've got my ways, Professor," he said, "I was just having a little chat with these two before you showed up."

"Well, I expect twenty points from Gryffindor and a week's worth of detention. Or more," she added.

"Professor McGonagall," chuckled Dumbledore, "I do not think this is the boy you need to assign those to," he said as James appeared behind McGonagall.

"I was only having a bit of fun," said James to Dumbledore, "It didn't hurt anybody…"

McGonagall looked from James to Harry back to James, "How in the realm did you clone yourself, Potter?" she asked as if that were the only explanation.

"Oh no, no cloning was involved Minerva. Just a bit of traveling."

Her mouth formed an "O" in recognition, then she hurried herself and James out of the office, "I'll be back to talk to you later, Professor Dumbledore," she said, then closed the door behind her.

Dumbledore turned to Harry, "I expect it's time that you, Miss Granger, Mr. and Miss Weasley continue on your journey. I'll give you a clue, though. R.A.B. is your key to this whole thing. I suspect by now you have a few ideas who he might be. Where you saw him disappear today will be where you and the other three will want to be when you leave. Do you follow me?"

"Yes sir, but I…"

"Don't want to leave? You purchased Curro Annus from Flourish and Blott's, have you not?"

"Yes sir, but…"

"Then you may come back and visit any time."

Harry took that as his que to leave, "Yes sir. I'll be seeing you soon, then. Bye…er…Lily…"

She smiled at him as he made his way down the stairs. He met Hermione, Ginny and Ron in almost the exact spot he'd seen Regulus, "Okay, I just talked to Dumbledore and he knows everything…he said to go back in this spot until we reach that year that he put in the letter," he explained, getting his own Year Turner out and stringing it around everyone's necks, "How many?" he asked Hermione.

"Just let me do it," she said, grabbing it out of his hand and turning it. Time rushed by them; people were walking backwards and after about the first fifteen turns, Harry could have sworn he'd seen Tom Riddle walk by. Finally, after about ten minutes, Hermione let go of the Curro Annus and the rewinding stopped. Girls dressed in renaissance-style dresses with frilly robes walked by in high-heeled shoes while boys with long-sleeved shirts, ruffles on their collars and boots walked around them.

"Blimey, I feel like I've walked into one of Shakespeare's plays," said Ron.

"Alright, now where to?" he asked, looking at Ron and Hermione. When he went to look at Ginny, she wasn't there.

"Where's Ginny?" Hermione asked.

Ron shrugged, "Dunno."

"We don't have time to go back and look for her, we'll have to do that later, once we've found the horcruxe," said Harry, hating himself for suggesting it. But the other two nodded in agreement.

"I heard Regulus singing that pirate song…do you think he sold the gold to the pirates?"

"I don't think he sold it," said Hermione as they made their way out, "Was he carrying something with him, Harry, when you saw him earlier?"

"Technically it would've been later…" said Ron. They ignored him.

"I couldn't really get a good look at it…it was gold and it had a chain on it…there was a skull on one side, but I didn't see what was on the other.

: "That sounds an awful lot like the Cortez Medallions…," she quickly explained the curse set upon the treasure by a wizard that was with Cortez. In the muggle tale, the curse had been set by the Aztec Gods. That was the only difference between the two stories.

"Alright, I think I know where we should go. During this time, the island and the cave was uncharted, but luckily for us, we come from two hundred or so years in the future and almost every island in the world is charted. Lets get out of the Hogwarts grounds before we do anything else."

They quickly walked out onto the grounds, passing students who looked at them like they were from another planet.

:"Okay, I think I can do side-along apperation with two people…I'm the only one who knows where we're going," she said, holding her arms out.

Harry and Ron carefully grabbed her arms and a second later felt as though he were being shoved down a microscopic tube. Another second later they were in a cave facing a huge pile of gold with a stone chest at the top.

Harry looked around and found that they weren't the only ones in the cavern.