Imma Kiwi Bird: See! It's longer, like the rest of my chapters! That last thing wasn't even a chapter; it was a P-R-O-L-O-G-U-E, oh smart ones. xD

Anyways, hope you enjoy.

Note that I can't really talk like those is the movie. The fancy people, that is. xD

ONE LAST THING. I know that Will and Elizabeth don't live in Port Royal. Yet. BUT, this is a spoof off of both movies (and book, in HP's case). So yeah. Oh... and, Will and Elizabeth are married in this. -heart-

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter; JK Rowling does. Also, I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. Disney does. I wish I could own both, though. ;o;

Key for Text: "Words." This is speaking.

"Words." This is thinking.

Faulty Time Turner

Chapter 1: Port Royal?

The three whirled around, their hearts beating wildly.

The seen a man. In a man dress.

How... weird, to say the least.

Hermione recognized the outfit, of course. It was the outfit commodores wore back in the old days of swords and not-so-great guns.

He repeated his question briskly, and Hermione jumped. She quickly straightened herself; obviously, they were somewhere they weren't aloud to be. "W-we came here on accident." The man raised an eyebrow, and Ron and Harry had to stifle their laughter by now. The guy looked barely over 25, yet he was wearing some white wig.

It was hilarious in their view, yet not in Hermione's. She knew that his wig meant importance.

At least that was what she had read.

"Is that so? Well, children. This dock is being guarded by some fine gentlemen who are armed. You getting here is no accident." Hermione bit her lip at his reply. It was guarded? She fingered the Time Turner, and frowned at learning it was still jammed.

When none of the three replied, the man spoke again. "Where are your parents?"

Oh dear. That was tough to answer. 'Oh! Their ahead in time. Yeah. We got thrust back in time, so they aren't even born yet.' Yeah right they would answer that. He wouldn't believe them, and he'd probably put them in a loony house or something.

"We have no parents. These are my brothers," Hermione motioned towards Harry and Ron, who were staring at her like she was crazy. "So, we're the Weasley orphans. We came down here by sneaking past the guards We wanted to look at the ships."

Harry couldn't help but congratulate her quick thinking. Then again, isn't that was she was famous for?

Ron felt depressed. If she was supposed to be his sister, it would be too awkward if he made a move on her.

Damn it, in his case.

The man turned around, looking behind him. He quickly turned back to face them. "Where do you live?"

"On the streets, sir."

The man thought for a moment. During this moment, worry struck through all three of the Hogwarts students. What was he going to do?

"Come with me." He said briskly, motioning for them to follow. He started walking off stiffly. Harry jumped and followed quicker than Hermione and Ron. The two trailed behind slightly, with Ron asking Hermione:

"Why do we have to be bloody siblings?"

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The dock they had been on and city they had been in was called Port Royal.

That they had learned.

After a few minutes of walking through the old styled city, they found themselves sitting on chairs in what appeared to be the living room of a mansion. A mansion in Port Royal. A very large mansion in Port Royal.

The guy had ended up introducing himself as Commodore Norrington. Bad move. Now, when they were sure he couldn't hear, Ron was passing jokes about the guy. But, at the moment, they were sitting in the 'living room', waiting for Commodore Norrington to reappear. He had said he was going to speak with the governor. Oh, how wonderful.

"Hermione, how did we even get here?" Harry asked under his breath. Hermione tensed, but quickly relaxed.

"I don't know."

Harry and Ronald stared at her, dumbfounded. Hermione Granger, by far the smartest student Hogwarts had to offer, didn't know how they got there? How... weird, to say the least.

Hermione sniffed, glaring at the boys. "What?" The two quickly turned to look anywhere but at her.

The clicking of shoes was heard, and the three looked up to see Commodore Norrington accompanied by a new man; one the assumed was the governor.

He, too, was wearing the same styled clothes as Norrington. But on a more tan brown color scheme. And, his wig was extremely long, curly, and downright freaky.

"This is governor Swann." Norrington began. Hermione immediately stood and bowed. Harry and Ron followed; do what Hermione does. She understands this more than them, after all. When he bowed, Ron's leg almost gave out. But he masked it by acting like he tripped on the rug.

"He has agreed to take you in for the time being." Harry and Ron sighed, straightening up. Hermione straightened up as well, but she looked the most received out of the three. Yet, she hadn't sighed.

"But first, we must get you out of those clothes." The man beside Norrington spoke in a weird voice; it sounded as if he had no breath when he began, but then, at the end of the sentence, it seemed normal. Norrington nodded.

"Some old clothes from one of the boys, and an old dress of Elizabeth's?" The man nodded in response.

"Go do your duties, Commodore. I'll help with the children." The commodore nodded, saluting by bowing his head, and then he left in the same brisk manner he seemed to use at all times. Governor Swann motioned for them to follow him as he headed up some stairs.

Hermione was first to follow, then retreat to drag her 'brothers' along.

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"That dress is an old one of my daughter's." Governor Swann explained when Hermione came out from changing.

Ron and Harry were dressed like twins; wearing white men-blouse-like shirts with a brown vest over the 'oh so manly man blouse' (quote Ronald). Their pants were some cloth brown pants that went halfway past their knees. Then, socks went up to their knees, and they wore some brown shoes. Ron, of course, hated it, as did Harry. But Harry, being polite, complained not once.

Hermione was wearing a flowing dress that she hated beyond belief. It was periwinkle blue, and the stitching and lace was white. It complicated her walking, for she had to walk very slowly to not trip and fall on her face.

Ron stared speechless. It appeared women weren't allowed to show any leg, but... the dresses didn't stop from sporting a view of the neck and chest. Oh yes; Ronald's dirty side was going to come out eventually. Why, oh WHY did Hermione have to say they were siblings!

Harry blinked. He seemed to be the only one that could see the, 'SAVE ME!', look in Hermione's eyes.

Governor Swann clapped happily, just making Ron look at him like he was a nut. The governor stopped his clapping.

"I do say we visit my daughter! You are a perfect fit for her old dresses!"

The three looked at him like he was crazy again; Harry fixing his glasses, Ron rubbing his bit leg, and Hermione massaging her stomach because she was being suffocated.