Jack quickly slipped his trousers and ran towards the closest alleyway away from the mansion. Inside the alley, Jack put on his shirt, boots, and his hat.

He felt a wave of nausea hit him and he retched into the bin next to him. After that ordeal, he leaned heavily on the stone walls and closed his eyes. He could feel himself being pulled down by fatigue and sleep, but he opened his kohl-lined eyes with alert. He got up while regaining his usual composure and walked into the streets of Port Royal.

"Have you heard that the young Governor Elizabeth is expecting?" Women gossiped around him like flies near rotten fruit.

"No, she's the one married to that pirate blacksmith?"

"Aye, that be the one."

'Ah. So Elizabeth is pregnant? With Will's child? Certainly not mine, not that we didn't have time. Such dire timing. 'So she made a man out of him yet' said strumpet,' Jack mused in his head.

Jack saw a few familiar faces that weren't killed in the hurricane led by Norrington or in the battle between Davy Jones, pirates, and the East India Trade Co. He turned around and pretended to be in the middle of gossiping with the two-peasant woman while moving his hands fluidly.

After they passed, Jack moved away from them and made his way towards the port part of Port Royal. As he neared the small tunnel that led to the port, the same one where he and Will were at years ago, he swayed into a palm tree as he was hit with another wave of nausea.

"It might be best if ole Jack had a nap," Jack said to himself. He sagged against the palm tree and laid amongst the green grass and the white sand. He let himself relax on the comforting land before drifting to sleep.

"Ron! Hermione! I think I've found the location of the last Horocrux!" Harry yelled as he sat next to them at the tavern. He looked younger and less troubled as he peered into his friends' faces like a child.

"'arry! Am I glad to see you!" Ron said. He draped an arm around Harry and Hermione.

"Why is that Ron?" Harry asked. He grimaced as he smelled the strong scent of alcohol coming from both of his friends.

Ron hiccupped a few times before continuing. "Because we were getting piss drunk without you! Our best mate! To Harry!" Ron raised his jug.

"To Harry!" Hermione said and knocked hers against Ron's.

They both drank heavily into theirs before they passed out and leaned heavily on Harry.

"Guys?" Harry asked tentatively. He tried shaking them, but that made them press their faces onto the bar counter.

Ron snored loudly.

"Excuse me? Barkeep?" Harry asked.

"Yeah? What can I get ya?" the bartender asked when he reached them.

"Oh, nothing for me tonight. I was wondering if you knew of an inn around here?" Harry asked. He reached over Hermione and pulled her back up before she could fall.

"Planning on having a little fun with her or something. Maybe a ménage-a-trois?" the bartender asked smiling evilly and most likely thinking up the scene in his head.

"Uh…No, not what I had in mind. Just a place where we can stay for the night," Harry said in a tone where it was strictly business.

"Ah that's no fun," he picked up a jug and started to clean it with a not-so-clean rag. "Down the road. That's where you'll find your inn 'bout a quarter of a mile here."

"Thanks," Harry said. He paid for their drinks and gave a little extra for the information in the current British banknotes courtesy of Gringotts Bank.

"Have an entertaining evening," the bartender said to their backs.

Harry didn't even look back at the man, but tried to walk with Hermione and Ron leaning heavily against him like they were petrified. If only he could use magic! He put Hermione on his shoulder and held Ron's middle. It felt like gravity was trying to push him into the very core of the Earth! His body strained to keep them from toppling over and sweat beaded down his body slowly.

"You. Two. Need. To. Lose. Some. Weight," Harry grunted out.

He could see the people walking past him offer him no help, but watched as this 17 year old boy strain to carry his two friends. He kept on walking despite the fact that it was a slow journey and that his body ached. A few more yards and he saw the lights of the inn there shining out like a lighthouse.

A bellhop opened the door for him and helped Harry put Ron and Hermione in the waiting chairs.

"Long night, sir?" the bellhop asked.

"You have no idea. Thanks," Harry said. He wiped the brow from his head and fell back into a seat.

"Will you be staying here tonight, sir?"

"Yes, well I plan to once I get a room," Harry said huffing slightly.

"Well welcome to Le Chat Noir de Rêves. I hope your stay will be a pleasant one," the bellhop said giving Harry a small bow.

"Thank you," Harry said and got up. He went up to the desk and got them a room. Of course he had to lie about his age, name, and the I.D.

"Enjoy your stay Mr. Evans," the desk manager said.

Harry nodded and once again carried his friends up to their room, but this time the same bellhop guy helped him.

"Thanks. Again," Harry said smiling.

"It's what I'm paid for, taking young adults to their rooms. Ah here we are, room 317. Enjoy your stay."

"Thanks. Here," Harry said and handed the bellhop some banknotes and some pence.

"Thank you," the bellhop said. He took the money and closed the door behind him when he left.

Harry looked around the room and saw that Ron and Hermione took the two beds, which left him…a chair. There was also a black box on top of a table (a television), another table, a washroom and a bath.

He looked at his friends sleeping on their separate cots and shook his head. "Better me sober than drunk."

He sat on his chair and had it facing the box as he changed the screen by the touch of a button. He grew bored of whatever was on and he went to the bath to shower. When he came back from the steamed up room he was wearing the same clothes with a towel around his neck, he saw his friends again.

"Looks like you guys are still where I left you," Harry said. He let his hair stay damp and tried to sleep on the chair.

After twenty minutes, he couldn't rest. The chair was very uncomfortable and the carpet looked comforting even if it had many stains on it. He couldn't get the location of the last Horcrux out of his head. He had to go there now and see for himself.

Harry stood up and found the pen and a small pad of paper that were usually around at a hotel, motel, or inn. He wrote:

Ron, Hermione:

If you're reading this, it means that I haven't come back from the last Horcrux and that it must be a dead end, like the last one. I hope you two had fun last night getting piss drunk at an unknown pub with strangers. You should have heard what the bartender was saying, you wouldn't of want to know what was going inside his head…

Anyways, you guys are at some hotel not far from the pub. So if I'm still not back before your hangovers are finished, don't worry. By the way, here's the key to the room. I know, it looks like a exploding snap card.

Go to the Order, and stay where they tell you to, if anything should happen if I don't happen to return. I don't think that it would be safe if I told you or anyone the location mainly because it could be in the wrong hands and that said person might warn Voldemort a head of time. So sorry ahead of time.

Take care,
Harry

He placed the letter on the nightstand between the two slumbering teens. He let his hand linger on the letter before walking out the door.

He walked out the hotel and strode towards where he thought the last Horcrux was. It wasn't that far from where the tavern was, so it wasn't that bad of a trek. Quite refreshing really.

"Quite right," Harry said to himself.

This could be it! He could be his ticket of getting rid of Voldemort forever. He would avenge all those people who were killed by Voldemort and his Death Eaters. He would find peace for them even if that meant that he would have none. This could be a world of peace, but how long will this peace last?

Harry stopped his musings when he came in front of a street sign. It read "Spinners End". Harry crept towards a house that looked uninhabited, but he knew that this was the house. From the shadows, Harry could hear whispers coming from the house. As he got closer, his scar twitched in pain until it throbbed.

"What do you mean they still don't know where that damned brat is at?" the familiar serpentine high and cold voice hissed angrily.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but it appears that he has disappeared," a cowardly voice said.

"Find him! You know what awaits you if you don't! Now be gone!" the serpentine voice, Voldemort hissed.

"Yes, my lord Voldemort," the Death Eater said before disappearing.

"Yesss? What iz it Nagini?" Voldemort hissed like a snake in front of a huge serpent.

The huge snake, Nagini hissed back at him. Her hissing was too soft for Harry to hear what she was saying to Voldemort.

"Really? Ah, that iz great newss," Voldemort hissed back at her. He walked, or rather slithered, away from Harry's view.

Harry tried to see through the cracks in the boarded up windows, but found that he could not see anyone there. Suddenly, his scar went from throbbing to bursting with pain. He fell on his back and saw Voldemort standing over him with his wand pointed at him. Harry tried to grasp his own wand, but when he did Voldemort kicked it away from his grasp.

"Now what kind of host would I be if I left you out in the cold? Stupefy," Voldemort said and red light engulfed Harry into darkness.

"Take him to my new lair," Voldemort said to the newly arrived Death Eater. "But be careful, I don't want my property damaged, yet."