Elizabeth had a hard time being the strict and evil host when it came to the Prewetts'. She tried vainly to have them leave until the wife, Hermione, exasperated started to drag her husband out the door.

"Why don't you tell us the truth Harry?" Ron asked infuriated with Jack.

"Mate, I mean Ron, you need to have yerself or yer wife check ye inta the insane house," Jack said a bit jarred by the strange man. "Might I suggest a few hours…days perhaps, in the sun. Might do you good, try not to stay out there too long you might go even be a bit wrong in the head…"

"Why you - !" Ron started to say before Hermione clamped her hand over his mouth, preventing him from saying anything too vulgar.

"It was really a lovely time," Hermione said.

She was having difficulty dragging her husband out. Poor Elizabeth and Will watched her while Jack was giving them a strange expression on his face. Jack finally rolled his eyes at the strangeness of the situation and decided to help.

"Don't touch me!" Ron yelled. He ripped himself of his wife's grip and Jack's before straightening out.

"Excuse his behavior…he clearly has been traumatized by the whole ordeal," Hermione said. She looked at Jack and looked at his features. "You really do look like him. Except our Harry would never be a pirate though he did have black hair instead of brown and his eyes…his eyes were…"

"Purple?" Jack asked trying to help her find the colour.

"No, um…I was going to say a mesmerizing –"

"Blue? Blue is a calming colour," Jack said looking into Hermione's eyes.

"Green. Harry has or had green eyes. I think I might see flecks of green in your eyes, Mr. Sparrow," Hermione said as if she were a cat who just found the unfortunate mouse. "I'm almost positive that you weren't born with hazel eyes."

"Clearly it might be the green of the carpet shining into me brilliant, sparkling eyes," Jack said.

"The carpet hardly has any green in it," Hermione said grinning.

"Does it now?" Jack said. "And would it help if I were to tell you that me hair originally was black? The sun of the Caribbean has been kind to me skin and hair. Can't find another dashing man like one before yer deadlights."

"Just tell us you're Harry Potter!" Ron yelled killing the tranquil, but stormy mood.

"Alright!" Jack yelled sounding confident.

"I knew it! He's going to cave in now," Ron said and started to snigger.

"I. Am. Captain. Jack. Sparrow," Jack said pronouncing each word as clear as he could to the other man. "And son, I'm the most feared pirate of the Spanish Main."

"Two words. Davy Jones," Ron said smirking knowingly.

Jack paled a bit before he remembered. "I've got two words fer you too, he's dead."

"What do you mean Davy Jones is dead?" Hermione asked perplexed.

"Nothing too dangerous. Just free a soul with his thump-thump and everything will be alright," Jack said with his mischievous grin.

"His thump-thump?" Ron asked and he threw his hands in the air.

"Father…" Endora warned her angry parent.

"Honestly! What in the Merlin's name is a "thump-thump?" Ron asked and laughed.

"His heart. Jack meant Davy Jones' heart," Will said.

"You're all off your rocker!" Ron announced.

"Lad, maybe it's you who is "off yer rocker". Might I suggest you drop by Tortuga and find yerself a lass if this one 'ere is not pleasing enough for you. Don't worry, love, I find you pretty, but I'm not the one married to this blaggard. Sorry, love," Jack said and bowed his head sorrowfully.

"Wh-"

"Oh!" Jack said suddenly. "Forgot about the little thing with Tortuga…let's just say that the East India Trading Co. pillaged and plundered a la on the account. Now we should stop bilge-sucking and take in that marvelous sun coming from zee heavens! Now off you go."

"Wait! Mr. Sparrow!" Hermione asked as her family was being forced out by Jack.

"Aye?"

"Does the name Vo-Voldemort ring a bell?" Hermione asked fearfully outside where it was still storming.

"Voldemort?" Jack repeated and thought. 'Didn't Anamaria say that name before?' Jack thought. "Nope. Now enjoy yer er…sunny sun."

"Jack!" Elizabeth and Will chorused together.

"What don't you like that I did?"

"You could have handled them better than throwing them out in the pouring rain."

"The tomato did not enjoy me company," Jack said. He sighed and slowly opened the doors.

"Why was he holding his side? Is he hiding something?" Jack heard the wife mutter before a "pop" sound sounded.

He looked out and saw not a trace of the family anywhere. "Now that is interesting…"