The Shadow of the Wizarding World

By: Jamnaz79

Beta: ? (Looking for one)

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Note: I do not own Harry Potter for the book, movies, etc etc etc. Nor do I claim to. I also don't own Disney (well I own stock in them but I don't own the rights to things like pirates of the Caribbean)

Hedwig could swear that the sun had parted the winter clouds just to shine its brightness down upon the greatest gift the world had ever known. In the center f the room was a wooden table with a white table cloth. On the covered tabletop, in the center of the table was a pile of glorified goodness. It was a massive pile of bacon two feet high by two feet wide. The bacon was cooked to a crispy perfection and all of it for the owl.

The barks of happiness from the snowy owl could be heard from miles around. It was so loud that it scared the other strange creatures of the Lovegood property into hiding, even the giant squid like creature in the basement. It would be twenty four hours later that Hedwig would arrive back at the Black Isle even using the portal that had been set up for express mail through 12 Grimmauld Place. She would be puffed up and ten pounds heavier, looking like a floating chicken but she would be a happy bird. It was the best Christmas ever.

-SotWW-

"We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot"

"Drink up me 'earties, yo ho"

"We kidnap and rave and don't give a hoot"

"Drink up me 'earties, yo ho"

"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me"

Captain Dobby stood at the helm of the ship as the waves crashed against her bow. The warm breeze blowing through the yardarms and the sails were kept at full mast. The warm sun burning down on his crew as the smell and taste of the sale water lingered in the air. All together it was a beautiful sight to the house elf. It was strange to feel so at peace on the ocean yet, so far away from his master and duties. Still he loved to hear the elves sing, now if only he could figure out what to do when sailing the Revenge.

The attention of Dobby was taken away from his deep thoughts, perhaps the first deep thoughts he had in decades by the approach of Kreacher. "Dobby sees first mate Kreacher. What Kreacher want with Dobby?"

The face of the ancient house elf could be worth a thousands words. The distaste lingering mixed with anger and amusement all at once could paint a picture that Picasso fits. He seemed to bite the emotions down before speaking, "Captain Dobby, your crew be bored. We need to do something other than sing and sail. Kreacher has an idea."

The Captain took his hands off of the wheel and jumped up and down excited at the possibility of an idea; Kreacher has an idea to tell Dobby?"

The patience wa wearing thin for the older house elf but still he nodded, "Ugly dog master had told Kreacher that island was low on alcohol. Ugly dog master also told Dobby and Kreacher to be pirates. Pirates attack ships and pillage like the song says. Captain Dobby should attack ships and gather alcohol for dog master."

For a few moments Kreacher thought his words went over the head of the energetic house elf of House Potter. Then he noticed the frown that started to creep into place at the idea of attacking others so he chose to act fast. "Captain Dobby could have house elves clean ships that we attack after we raid them. There must be many ships to capture and clean even very big ships. I heard of huge ships bigger than Hogwarts that are filled with dirty muggles making a mess. They call them cruise ships."

The eyes of Dobby were always very large for a House elf but at that moment they were bit as stars in the night sky. The chance to clean large floating castle size ships and serve his masters gathering alcohol for the island was too good to pass up! This would be perfect to keep his crew happy. They serve and do what House elves do best, clean!

Captain Dobby met the gaze of his first mate with a bright smile, "Kreacher has good idea. We do First Mate Kreacher's idea. We raid ships as pirates!"

The Bermuda Triangle is a large triangle that stretches on maps from Fort Lauderdale in the West to deep into the Caribbean at San Juan for the South and North all the way to Bermuda. For hundreds of years the Bermuda Triangle was steeped in mystery as ships and aircraft would disappear lost in the skies or wave never to be seen again. There were stories of Spanish treasure fleets coming back from the new world that were dragged down to Davy Jones locker. The Germans in World War 2 Parked U-boats off of the cost of South Florida and listened to American music while spying. They lost two of those U-boats under mysterious circumstances. Planes, large ocean liners and many smaller ships all lost their way when their compasses would spin wildly losing magnetic North. The triangle was a place known throughout the world as a place of mystery and magic, still it was a place filled with yachts, cruise lingers and a major shipping route. But most importantly it was right where the Voyage of Captain Dobby began.

It would come to pass over the next moth there would be a whirlwind of attacks on ships and yachts in the Bermuda triangle. A heavy mist would settle around the ships that were about to be assaulted ass sounds of off tune sea shanties would echo through the air. A large classic British warship would arrive out of the mists flying the Jolly Roger with an invisible crew. The ship would attack the vessel stealing all of the valuables and alcohol, before cleaning up the vessel to bright shiny new. It was spoken in hushed whispers by sailor dive bars that the ghost of Blackbeard manned the ship and no other was present. But the ghost would talk to himself even as he made demands to his new captives. Then just after the cleaning and theft was done the s mists would cover the warship again and it would fade away to be remembered only as a dream. Those attacked would forget the faces and names of their attackers they would only faintly think of Captain Blackbeard and the Jolly Roger flying in the sky.

~~~ SOTWW ~~~

Harry tossed his cloak into the corner of his room as he collapsed onto his bed. Bloody hell his feet hurt! He had practiced dancing for weeks and if he was given truth serum he would admit only then to liking it. But, tonight he had been a different experience all together. While the night had ended up wonderful, perhaps one of the best nights of his young life! There still was a large amount of pain involved for his poor feet.

The boy kicked off his boots to the side as he smiled in consideration at the night he went through. It started out enjoyable as he met with Fleur and Gabrielle. To put it simply the pair of them were absolutely amazing in their dresses. It took his godfather giving him a light smack on the back to snap him out of staring. The stare wasn't even from their allure!

Fleur was wearing a sleek black cocktail style dress that hugged her hips and showcased her impressive bust which seemed to press up into the middle firmly. The dress hung down to just below her knees and showcased her slender ankles. She had a pair of black five inch heels making her seem even taller and her legs seemed never to stop. Her makeup was light if present at all; instead she just had a natural beauty that was unblemished pale skin that screamed elegant beauty.

Gabrielle was not outdone by her older sister. Her dress was the same style cocktail dress most likely by design. The color though was a magnificent emerald green that matched his eyes. Her dress also had a slit up the left side that showed off leg up to her mid-thigh. Where Fleur screamed elegant beauty, Gabrielle had a rougher and younger appeal. It was not that she wasn't beautiful but in the places where Fleur was soft and curvy just the right amount Gabrielle had smooth firm muscles from hours outside on a broom.

The night had gone wonderful with flirting and laughing together. They had danced much of the night, except when Harry was dragged away for a few days with his friends. Hermione, Susan, Daphne and the Patil twins all stole him at once point or another. Luna was not there but she had written that she was going on a trip right away with the knowledge provided from the book he had sent as a gift. The letter came with a gift from her father that he didn't dare open yet since he was already in his dress robes.

Overall it was a peaceful night and one that he would treasure in his memory. At the end of the night they had floo'd back to 12 Grimmauld Place. The house had been kept spotless since he had first met with Kreacher and had their little talk. The only strange parts were the seeming number of flags from naval vessels that now hung off of the stairs and the large X that he had noticed a few days ago that was drawn in the basement. But, he figured better not to ask, Kreacher was getting on his years perhaps he had taken a hobby like old muggles do. This might be his version of bridge of shuffleboard.

Once they had arrived back where the ladies would take the international portkey Harry had turned and bowed before each of his fates gently placing a kiss onto their hands. He offered his best rakish smile as his eyes seemed to sparkle to the young ladies, "Thank you for one of the most enjoyable evenings of my life. I do hope that I have this to look forward to when I come to France this summer?"

A hint of crimson touched the cheeks of Gabrielle as she smiled brightly, "Only if you promise to bring your broom."

"Oh, you don't want to fly together again?" Harry raised his left eyebrow slightly as the teasing question was asked to the girl. He noticed again how beautiful her eyes were and hose close he was physically to the young Veela.

"We can do that as well Harry." She smiled and leaned forward expectantly catching Harry off-guard as her arms wrapped around his waist. He felt her smooth soft lips press against his own.

It took a moment for the boy to react to the kiss, his first ever kiss, but finally his brain defrosted. His hands smoothed her sides then wrapped around her waist pulling her towards him. The kiss lasted only a dozen seconds but the burning fire that started to enflame inside his chest felt like a lifetime to the boy that had few pleasant sensations in his hard life. His eyes fluttered open and looked deep into the beautiful gaze of the younger more forward girl. He was certain that his face, despite being a metamorphmagus was s red as a Weasley's hair.

Gabrielle broke the silence as she smiled up at him stepping back from being pressed against his surprisingly muscular form, "That was…"

"Yeah, it definitely was." Harry smiled brightly as his hands lowered to grasp er hands and give a squeeze.

The polite clearing of a throat broke the gaze of Harry and Gabrielle. He had actually almost forgotten about the older Veela afte the kiss. Gabrielle at the noise pulled her hands back as her cheeks turned crimson.

Fleur took a moment to step forward holding out her own hand for a kiss. Damn it she would not be shown up by her younger sister! "My lord 'Arry thank you for the wonderful evening."

Harry took hold of the hand raising it upwards to gently brush his lips against her knuckles before pressing it against his chest over his heart. "Mademoiselle, it was an enchanting evening where I can say from the bottom of my heart that I was lucky enough to escort the two most beautiful and intelligent witches to the ball. I fear when I return to school for my safety from the beyond number of jealous stares both of you have inspired. Thank you for being such a wonderful date Fleur."

The platinum blonde hair young woman's resolve broke as crimson touched her own cheeks now at the after hearing the young man's words. It was amazing to her how the boy can be so bashful one moment and then the next he would be so outgoing. He was a mystery and riddle that she needed to unravel. He was a puzzle that she was given and missing the edges, now she had to solve the middle. She wanted to know what made this young man tick, even if it was to find out and move onwards and perhaps leave her sister the boy. But, the question really was what made Harry Potter who he was.

She stepped forward till her chest pressed against Harry's own trapping their hands captured between them. Her free hand rose to his chin and slowly lifted it upwards till their eyes met. Then she leaned forward to latch onto his lips with a fierce passionate kiss. She may have poured a little of her allure into the kiss, releasing her control as she tried to figure out who was Harry Potter in this moment with that kiss. It was a moment she was enjoy, it was a beautiful moment, but a moment that was interrupted by her sister.

"I believe that is Papa at the fireplace." Gabrielle called out as she kept her back turned. She had just tossed in some floo powder but knew this was a quick way to make her sister jump and try to keep Fleur's claws out of the young man who gave her such an enchanting evening.

When she did turn around it seemed she had met the target dead on with her little prank as Harry was standing two feet away from her sister. A small sad smile touched the lips of Gabrielle as she spoke up in French, "Thank you again for the wonderful evening Harry. Perhaps in summer you will teach me a bit of English so I can get to know your friends when we come to your school this year?"

"I would like that very much. I look forward to the chance to spend time teaching you." Harry smiled brightly as he started to escort the beautiful sisters to the fireplace to depart.

Gabrielle passed through first but only after it seemed a moment past where neither sister wanted to go first. Fleur paused just before leaving and whispered, "While my sister is taught English Harry, perhaps I can teach you some things French like the French Kiss."

The Veela winked at the boy then stepped through the fireplace leaving Harry standing there in surprise.

That night Harry had rather pleasant dreams, but then who wouldn't when you consider how his night had went. The next morning he woke up to the sun creeping through his window bright and early. He swore to himself as he groaned from the light that he had closed the shades before sleep. But yet it was open, slowly his eyes peaked into the burning light of death glaring down on him. It was then that the noticed the shadow in the corner of the room connected to the girl in the rocking chair.

Harry reached for his wand only to find it not as his bedside table. When he realized that he slowly turned his gaze towards the pink haired teenager that held his wand and her own. He noticed that her expression of anger had disappeared into there was a frown on her lips. In her lap as she rocked back and forth was his gift, the dagger that he purchased for her that would alert her to any threats in the area. Also in her lap was a second package wrapped to be opened. He mustered up his courage as it seemed she wasn't here to kill him from her anger, "Hello Nymph."

"Harry." Her one word urt answer didn't do much to calm him down after all she may not look angry but she was a metamorphmagus and he knew that she was upset about the pranks and the dinner. Still the boy waited for her to speak further as he sat up, the covers falling down his chest to cover just his waist.

Nymph had started to speak further but was distracted for a moment when the younger teenager sat up. She was surprised again how good the young man looked. The exercise routine she had drilled into him must have been paying off. He looked, well rather delicious. That thought was quickly kicked from her mind, it was something to consider in the future like the rest of these strange feelings for him that she had been getting lately. Slowly and careful not to look at his six pack she started again, "Harry, I got your gifts but I cant accept them."

The young man slowly raised an eyebrow at the pink haired beauty, "Can't or won't?"

"It is the same thing." She frowned already seeing the stubborn look start to come over the young man.

Harry waived her off before she could continue, "They cannot be taken back Nymph. They are both yours. If you must become an Auror, I will have you protected as much as possible. I know that the Aurors give some gear but it is not as good as what I gave you. You are my family, my friend, much much more to me. Does it fit well?"

She tried to glare at him but his words were touching that he would care enough for her. Plus that stumble at the end made her curious. She frowned as she tossed his wand onto the countertop and slowly stood up and turned around. She reached down and took hold of the edge of her Auror issue robes then lifted them up over her head and tossed it onto the rocking chair.

Harry couldn't help but stare at her firm backside as she started to pull the robe over her head. It was perfect in every respect, just a proper handful but still firm. That backside was right now clad in his gift to her, the dark green almost black scaled pants of the basilisk. When the robe was pulled over her head fully Nymph turned back around with a smirk as she caught Harry staring. She had on the full outfit, the blouse that was handcrafted for her of basilisk scales and enchanted fit her perfectly. Of course it was designed to shrink or grow to whatever size she may change. In addition he had a master runecrafter place runes on it to never need to be washed and almost be warm or cool to a set temperature. It was the best armor that money could buy and to any Auror or Hit wizard would name it priceless.

Harry smiled brightly as Nymph stared at him, "It fits you perfectly and no I will never take it back, it is your gift Nymph."

"Harry it is too much, this would cost as much as a mansion." The pink haired woman tried to glare at the young man.

"Two or three most likely from what I understand. It doesn't matter, more importantly have you figured out the dagger yet?" He twisted his lips into a teasing grin.

"Yes, it seems to sense when hidden enemies mean me harm. It is very old magic, very strong magic, and very expensive that you should not have spent on me." She turned around again to bend down to pick up her own gift before turning back towards Harry. Slowly walking over and holding up her package. "I know what you will say, you don't care and my safety is all that matters. Here is my gift to you brat."

"No actually I was going to tell you Constant Vigilance! Remember the dagger may miss things." Harry smirked as she jumped a bit at the favorite words of her Auror mentor. Then slowly he reached out and took the gift from Nymph. He carefully unwrapped the paper around the box then opened it up. Inside there was a small chain and locket. Harry slowly opened up the locket and there was a picture of the two of them asleep on the couch in their apartment. He smiled brightly at the happy moment before looking up at Nymph, "Thank you Nymph. I will wear it always."

"Oh that locket does more than just have beautiful me inside. It is a permanent port key to Castle Black built directly into the wardstone. The locket is also enchanted so if you are in need to speak to me and whisper to the locket the message will reach me. That way I am always a few words away." She smiled brightly as Harry slipped it over his head.

"Oh, you will hear anything I say?" The raven haired boy grinned.

"Indeed just say my name first and it will grow warm and I will hear the words. So be careful when you think about me at night and do naughty things." She grinned teasingly but noticed the younger teen turned bright red.

Harry stepped closer to her and wrapped her into a tight embrace holding her closely to him, "Thank you Nymph. This means a lot to me, you mean a lot to me."

She closed her eyes and lowered her head into the arch of his neck as she squeezed back around his shoulders, "You do to me too Harry. Despite you being a prat sometimes."

They stayed like that for a full minute neither unconsciously wanting to let go. But finally they separated as the door opened up and Sirius walked into the room. Neither missed the knowing smirk on his lips but neither commented on it. For once the dogfather knew better than to make a comment. "Are you all ready to go?"

Harry blinked in surprise standing there in just a pair of slacks, "Go where?"

"Castle Black of course, you wanted to see the JPRec operation personally. This way you can meet the staff and recruits." Sirius paused as he looked over to the pile of gifts still unopened and smirked. "Harry you need to open your gifts still."

"I know. I just was saving them. I had so many, I just felt like saving them to open one at a time." Harry pouted and for a moment Sirius remembered the little boy that he used to bounce on his knee when he was a young kid.

The old man shook his head with a smirk, "Fine, but open one of mine right now and let's pick another to open too."

The boy chuckled then walked over and picked up the smaller of Sirius gifts and slowly opened it up. When he opened the box he found a hand mirror. Slowly he lifted it up and raised an eyebrow at Sirius, "I don't wear makeup Sirius. Are you sure this isn't for Nymph?"

A snort came out of the Black Lord before he could stop himself but it was quickly covered by a shrug, "No pup, that is a communication mirror that your father and I developed back in school. You can say my name and use it to contact me and we can talk any time."

"Wow that is bloody brilliant!" Harry grinned brightly as he looked down at the mirror excited.

Nymph on the other hand muttered under her breath, "Would have been perfect for the locket."

Harry blinked at her for the idea then looked at Sirius with a grin on his lips, "That is a perfect idea Nymph. It is so perfect it would work. Sirius, did you and Dad claim the patent rights?"

The man clearly looked confused at the idea but shrugged, "Yeah we did."

"Could you make the mirror to work smaller or larger sizes? And could it be done to connect to different mirrors if you wanted it to?" Harry smiled brightly and excited at the idea.

"Well you could pup if you could figure out a matrix to allow it to connect and control where it connected to. Why?" He watched his godson, he had seen this before the boy started to get on a roll for an idea. It would be interesting to see how it would play out.

"Don't you see? We could sell magical mirrors that allowed you to speak with relatives. It would be a floo on the go. Wall mirrors for houses, pocket mirrors for ladies, locket mirrors for loved ones, there are endless possibilities. You no longer would need floo powder. You would be able to directly communicate with your loved ones visually over long distances. Plus if we control the matrix perhaps we can add in runes to monitor for information we need to learn." Harry grinned with excitement overflowing from his face.

The last comment startled Nymph a bit but she shrugged, despite being an Auror family comes first. Plus if Harry was right someday a war would be coming and information was the key to any victory.

"I love the idea Harry, we can bring the mirrors to Castle Black and have Professor Young our rune expert take a look at the possibilities. You don't mind if your gift would be kept for a few months of study?" Sirius couldn't help be a bit sad, since he was looking forward to checking in with the Pup. But, the boy was right this could be a major enterprise perhaps bigger than the JPRecs. He smiled as he looked back down at the gifts and plucked up the second gift. This one was wrapped in old muggle comic books instead of festive paper. He noticed the card had it signed from the Lovegood family so he decided it should be amusing, if not dangerous. Perhaps it would be best to be here when the boy opened it. He carefully handed it over to Harry, "Here try this one next."

Harry glanced at the card then puck down the package. He walked over to his closet and pulled out an identical pair of clothing to Nymph's battle suit except his had been dying black. Then he stepped back and started to open the package. The wrapping paper came off and there didn't seem to be any strange noises or sounds coming from the package. Still that didn't mean there wasn't something dangerous inside. He felt Sirius cast a shield spell over him just to be safe as he started to open the package. He was startled at what he found.

Inside there was a single book. The book had no title and his eyes seemed to pass right by it three times before he realized what he was looking at. Slowly he picked it up and glanced over the cover but there was nothing to note the book at all.

"What is it Harry?" Sirius and Nymph came closer to try to see what the young man was holding.

"It is a book of some sort. But there are no markings and every time I try to look at it I seem to not want to see it." Harry sighed in frustration at the mysterious book. He tried to pry it open and it would not open. He frowned staring at the book as no matter how hard he pulled at the book nothing would happen. That is when he noticed the note in the box.

Harry placed down the book slowly then picked up the note and started to read it to himself.

Harry,

What you have given to my daughter can never be repaid. You have given her happiness, hope and friendship. You have given her a future. So I give to you the past of my wife and I. Do not tell anyone you have it as it should not exist.

The first rule of the book is the book does not exist

The second rule of the book is we do not talk of the book that doesn't exist

The third rule of the book is that we do not exist, we are mystery.

Xenophilius Lovegood

PS. I have keyed it to open to the Potter seal only

Harry placed the note back down into the box then blinked as the box faded from sight completely disappearing. He moved his hand where it was a moment ago and nothing was there. The boy frowned then looked back at his godfather and Nymph, "Did you see that?"

"See what Pup? We were just waiting for you to get ready to go. You look all dressed so are you ready?" Sirius smiled brightly towards his godson excited to spend the day with him.

Harry turned towards Nymph who smiled at him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, "We are a matching pair, are you trying to tell me something Harry?"

Harry rolled his eyes then looked back down at his bed noticing that the book was there before the three of them but only he noticed it. Quickly he picked it up and slid it away into his robes, "Let's go to Castle Black. I can't wait to see what you and Narcissa have accomplished so far Sirius."

Sirius took out a rope and held it out to the other two. Harry sighed hating these things then took hold the same time as Nymph did. A moment later the three of them spun around and disappeared into from the room.

~~~ SOTWW ~~~

(Omake)

Albus Dumbledore was exhausted. The ball had been a great success but a ton of work for the old man. His bones were starting to ache and he still had a ton of work to do as he headed back to his office. He was looking forward to a nice quiet nap at his desk before he finished up some work for the holidays. He always had work to do with his multiple duties between the Wizengamot, ICW, and Hogwarts. That didn't mean he didn't enjoy being able to make a difference. But, sometimes like tonight it grew weary. Yes, a nice nap would be perfect.

He smiled as he passed the gargoyle and walked up the stairs to his office and chamber. He perhaps should have expected something to go wrong; a quiet night was not possible for him. The door of the office opened up and there before him was a sight he never expected. Fawkes was sitting on his desk dancing back and forth to music coming from the Sorting Hat. On the walls the different former Headmasters were either hiding from the pictures or moving along with the music.

It was a strange music that reminded him of a muggle gathering he heard about before. He couldn't place the name of the place but he knew it had a large number of animals and a big tent. Then he heard the sorting Hat calling out, "We knew you were coming so we switched off the rock and roll to a song fitting for you."

Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Send in the clowns.

Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.

Just when I'd stopped
Opening doors,
Finally knowing
The one that I wanted was yours,
Making my entrance again
With my usual flair,
Sure of my lines,
No one is there.

Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want -
Sorry, my dear.
But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns.
Don't bother, they're here.

Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late
In my career?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year.

Author Note: I hope you all liked the chapter. The song for the omake is called "send in the clowns" for those that didn't know. I was going to hold off on this chapter as I was hoping to acquire a beta for this or second chance but I felt the desire to post it up quicker. I know I promised to finish year three right away but I might add a couple more chapters (don't hate me for it! Sorry!). I am still looking for a beta. Also I will fix up the chapter in Second Chance that I posted last night. It was finished quickly and posted as I was in a writing mood. Also the next chapter of Desert Prince should be done shortly, Sky66 has volunteered to help beta that story and is kind enough to help fix up the previous chapters. Thank you Sky!

Author Note 2: I am glad a lot of folks got the Doctor Who reference last time, gotta love the weeping angels! There was also a reference to Game of Thrones, for those that love to read the books.

Recommended Story Changed Fate by Illuviar – It is a very interesting go back in time storyline with Harry and Blaise sent back. A good read that I can't help but recommend.