Imma Kiwi Bird: Now... this chapter is late. But, don't think this story will be abandoned. I have already planned an ending for the story, and I like the ending alot, so yeah.

This chapter is dedicated to my lovely wives.

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 2: The Alley

Governor Weatherby Swann did nothing but ask questions as they walked down the dirt street.

Nothing.

How many times had Harry answered the question about the color of his eyes? How many times had Ronald had to tell him his leg was fine? And, lastly, how many times had Hermione said she wasn't okay in the godforsaken dress she wore?

But, may I say that Governor Swann said that nothing was wrong with Hermione, and that she just needed to get used to the feel of the dress what weighed more than the Golden Trio put together?

Yes, I may. For I already have.

By the time Governor Swann said they were halfway there, Hermione felt like she was going to faint. She was glad that the Governor had handed her a fan before leaving. Oh, yes. She was using it alright. Waving it rapidly in front of her face, hoping it would help with her light-headed-ness.

But, it wasn't.

Harry kept glancing everywhere; into the stores, at people, and the animals that were roaming around. Ron, on the other hand, was either glancing at Hermione when she almost fell, or trying to keep his leg from making he himself fall. Hermione... was trying not to faint. Which was very hard, mind you.

She personally swore to never wear a dress ever again. From that day on.

The Governor stopped briefly at some store, where an old, drunk man answered the wooden door. From behind the old man, the two curious faces of Ron and Harry peeked out, both forgetting about Hermione at the moment. They wanted to know what the hell was going on.

The drunk old man told them that 'Will' hadn't been in for three days. And then, that if they saw him, to tell him to get his arse there as quick as he could. The Governor gave a brisk nod, and then he continued to lead the trio onward once more. Now, of course, Harry and Ronald noticed Hermione. They were currently standing right beside her; one on each side.

In case she fell or something.

After a few minutes of walking, they arrived at a brick house. Well... most of the houses were made of brick, so it made no sense to say that. Well, anyways, the Governor quickly walked up the few steps to the door and knocked on it. Then, he stood, hands clasped behind his back, and waited.

And waited.

The door was soon opened by a woman, who Hermione thought would probably be the maid of the house. Judged by her clothes, of course.

"Is my daughter in?" Governor Swann asked, smiling. The presumed-maid shook her head, apologizing.

"Well, then. Where is she?"

"She went out with Mr Turner and an old friend. That's all I know." The maid apologized again, Governor Swann nodded, and the door closed. He turned to Hermione, Ron, and Harry and walked back down the steps quickly.

"I only know of one old friend..." He sounded extra breathless now, as if he were scared out of his mind. He started half running, half speed-walking down the dirt road again. The three pre-teens had to run to keep up, but help Hermione as well, so they were a little on the slow side of following.

When Harry jerked them to a stop, Ron's leg almost gave out. The red-haired boy cursed and bent down to rub the cut that was under the cloth, flinching as he did so. Harry was staring ahead, watching if the Governor continued without noticing they had stopped. Hermione pulled at the stomach of her dress, as if trying to make it let her breathe.

After a few moments of silence and just standing there, Harry started pulling them off towards a more narrow, deserted dirt path. Once there, Hermione plopped down on an old crate, not caring if the so called beautiful dress got ruined. Ron sat down on a barrel, plopping his leg on a crate to stabilize it. Harry just stood up; watching to make sure noone came by.

"Hermione, how's the Time Turner?" Harry asked, peeking around the corner of one of the stone buildings that walled the small alley. Hermione took the Time Turner from around her neck, examining it angrily. She attempted to turn the little hourglass in the middle, but it was still jammed.

"No better." She growled, putting it back around her neck. Harry frowned, pulling back from his small look-out duty to look at his friends.

"How're we gonna get back to Hogwarts?" He asked, blinking behind his glasses. Ron shrugged, folding his arms behind his head to lean back and rest a bit.

"As long as we get back, I'm fine. Hermione, you need to find a way to fix the Time Turner."

"I know that, Ronald." Hermione replied, breathlessly, fiddling with the Time Turner again. Ron didn't reply; he had fell into a half asleep, half awake state. Harry peeked out again, but he quickly turned back. He didn't want anyone seeing them. Mostly Norrington or Governor Swann.

Hermione let out an angry breath as she stopped messing with the Time Turner and tucked it back into the dress. Now, the only thing of the Time Turner visible was the golden chain. She glared at Ron, who was asleep now.

"He was supposed to sleep after Madam Pomfrey gave him some potion, wasn't he?" She inquired, forcing herself to stand and wincing in the process. Harry nodded, peeking out again.

He walked over to Ron and snapped him awake. Ron stood up, flinching as too much weight was put onto his leg. Harry started heading down the alley. Hermione and Ron quickly followed, but slightly slower because they were the ones that had something wrong with them.

The alley was bare, accept for a few wooden crates and occasionally an empty barrel. As they headed towards the other end, they seen at least three extremely dirty doors. They all didn't want to know where the doors went. Wether they lead into houses or not.

Once they got to the other end, they froze completely. Some men that wore clothes like Norrington, only red, came by in groups. Luckily, they didn't notice the three. Once they all passed, Harry led them out of the alley and headed back towards the dock they had appeared at.

They hid themselves under the dock, luckily away from anyone's view.

"This dock is off limits to civilians!"

The three turned to see two of those red-clad men, but they looked like they were the screw-ups of them all. Hermione raised an eyebrow, turning to them.

"We are not civilians, thank you very much."

The... fatter one of the two shook his head. "You are too-"

"We are quests of Governor Weatherby Swann."

That seemed to shut the two up. They nodded, turning to go back to watching duty. Hermione looked pleased with herself as she turned back towards Ronald and Harry, her so called 'brothers' that were also her fellow 'orphans'.

Harry asked her about the Time Turner again, and after about five minutes of messing with the gold piece of metal, nothing still happens. She growled again and tucked it away.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

After Governor Weatherby Swann found Norrington and reported, Norrington asked him a question.

"Where are the children?"

This just added more to their problems. They needed to find his daughter, he husband, a pirate, and three orphaned siblings.

Oh, the chaos.