Imma Kiwi Bird: Now... this chapter is late. Really, really, really late. I apologize. ALOT. But, I promise that I'll try to get these out quicker. Alotta stuff happened to me before I wrote this, so... it's slightly rushed like You and Me and the Devil Makes Three's most recent chapter.

This chapter is dedicated to dolphinbabe1210 of Subeta and, I am pleased to say that my writing style has changed slightly. xD The paragraphs and stuff are longer. Why? BECAUSE. I have widened my vocabulary slightly, and because I am able to write longer now.

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 3: Bumping Into...

Hermione, Ron, and Harry were still under the dock, speaking quietly so the two guards in red couldn't eavesdrop on their conversation. Harry kept bringing up the Time Turner, which was starting to annoy Hermione. She understood why, though; they were in a foreign continent, they were in a completely different era, and, lastly, he was away from the closest thing to home he ever had: Hogwarts.

"Not to mention the fact that Sirius Black was probably dead by now." That is the thing that was clicking in Harry's mind, appearing three seconds after it disappeared. Now, his godfather was probably dead because of this stupid, faulty Time Turner that was around Hermione's neck.

"Hey; di'joo hear? Supposedly that pirate is back."

"Tha'one who talked about the Black Pearl?"

"Mm-hmm."

"S'that so? Well, then. Let us just hope he doesn't come by again."

"Mm-hmm."

The fatter guard ended the small conversation he had started by glancing around, as if looking for said pirate. When he stopped looking, he looked out onto the dock, and at the three medium-sized ships that were roped up there. Well... he could've been looking at the rather large ship that was out in the open water, sailing back towards land.

Ron had looked up after their short talk, blinking. Pirate? As in those bloodthirsty villians from long ago that rode the flying ships; the dark wizards who looted and killed? Heh...

Harry had looked up as well, his mind immediately playing all the things he had heard about pirates. How they buried their treasure, killed innocent people... if pirates really killed innocent people, then wouldn't these two guards be dead because they had seen the so-called pirate?

How... weird.

Hermione was pretty much frozen. The Black Pearl? The famous pirate ship that was sailed by cursed men in the Caribbean? Oh god... if they were in the time where that ship sailed, they were possibly doomed.

Hermione was one of the few in Hogwarts who actually read for the heck of it. Okay; she was the only one. But, it had its many, many pros; more than three times more pros then the cons. Well, she had read at least five books that had mentioned the Pearl, and she was sure she had read one book that stared the history of the not-as-famous-as-it-should-be pirate ship.

Hermione pulled out the Time Turner, messed with it for a few seconds, then shoved it back into her dress' front. "Let's go. We need somewhere to stay." Harry nodded and got up, starting to follow her as she headed out from under the dock. When her noticed Ron wasn't following, he turned to yell for the Weasley to follow.

He blinked when he seen Ronald. A seagull wouldn't leave his friend alone. It was trying to perch on the standing red-head's shoulder, but Ron didn't want it too. The two guards were watching, wide-eyed at the fact a seagull was even trying to land on the boy.

Harry almost fell backwards when Ron came running by; limping slightly, because of his leg. After stopped, Ron noticed the seagull had been scared off. He sighed and waiting for Hermione and Harry to catch up. In his short frenzy, he had ran a bit ahead of them.

Soon, they caught up, and they were off. Back to town.

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While the trio was in town, Hermione had forced Ron and Harry to go and find somewhere for the three to stay. She knew that the Time Turner would be broken or jammed for some time. And, if she was correct; and she was rarely wrong; they would be better off having a roof over their head and food on their plates.

If they would have plates.

Hermione was walking around, looking if some woman needed help. About half an hour ago, a maid had asked for her help randomly when Hermione was walking around, doing the same Ron and Harry were. After Hermione has helped the housemaid complete her task, she had been awarded with some money.

If that stuff got her money, maybe she would be able to get more if she sought it out.

Hermione stopped dead in her tracks when she rounded a corner and seen noone but one man swaggering down the path. Yes; swaggering. Hermione instantly had no respect for him, even though she didn't know him. He looked like he was drunk.

He was the oddest looking man Hermione had ever seen. He had dread locks; like Lee Jordan. And a red bandana was covering the front of his head. He had some random things strung through his hair, and Hermione recognized some of them from Snape's classroom.

Then there was that odd collection of knickknacks strung onto his belt...

Hermione shook her head, trying to figure out where she had seen him. Maybe he was the ancestor of someone from Hogwarts? She kept her eyes shut, face towards the ground, as she tried to remember where she had seen the image of this man.

"Lost, love?" Hermione blinked, looking up. He as standing right in front of her now, head tilted to the side slightly. One of his arms was raised up, as if it were on a puppet string. She shook her head in response, and he shrugged. He maneuvered around her and continued walking.

Hermione blinked, still staring ahead. Suddenly, her mind clicked. He was...

She turned around quickly, about to yell out fo him to stop. But he seemed to have, quite literally, disappeared into thin air. There was no trace of him; the odd man that Hermione had just remembered the name too.

She needed to find Harry and Ron... Quickly.

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When Hermione found her companions, they brought her the news that some couple had agreed to let them stay. When they had told her she should meet them as soon as possible, she had tried to protest, but Ron had insisted they go right then. Hermione gave in. It wasn't that bad... the pirate was harmless.

Since they had found her all the way across town, far from the house they were to stay at, Ron, Harry, and Hermione had to take a twenty minute walk to get there. But Hermione had wanted them to run. So, it was a five minute, exhausting run instead.

When they arrived at the house, Hermione was not exactly surprised to find that it was the house that the Governor had led them to when they first met him. After all; the man she had met was the thing that had took every ounce of surprising things from her life.

She had bumped into the infamous Jack Sparrow. Nothing else would ever seem surprising ever again.