"You're a – you're a bloody pirate!" Ron screamed.

"Argh! You're a-." Jack jumped back a few feet and paused. "Just bear with me fer a moment thar, mate. What are you exactly? And I'm not bloody."

"I'm, I'm an official from the Ministry of Magic," Ron stammered. Upon Jack's confused look, he said simply, "Wizard."

"Oh right." Jack nodded and returned to his frightened stance. Jack yelled out while he dramatically waved his arms around, "Argh! You're a wizard!"

"But you're a pirate!"

"Let's just say that if I were a wizard, it doesn't mean I won't ever resort to blackmail. Savvy?"

"Savvy?"

"Aye, savvy there, mate. There be no need fer ye to be repeating every word I say," Jack lectured.

"You're a myth, a legend, and an icon before; you're a myth, a legend, and an icon now. It never ends!"

"Sorry, mate. But apparently no one has ever forgotten that I am Captain Jack Sparrow," he said putting emphasis on his name.

"I don't bloody well care! You could have just laid low for once?" Ron said frustrated and clearly angry.

There was a knock at the door and almost everyone in the room jumped.

"Yes?"

"Who goes there?" Jack questioned when he was right in front of the door.

"Your doctor."

"Bugger that," Jack mumbled, but opened the door regardless.

"Um…Could I have a word with him? Alone?"

"Sure, but I don't see why –" Hermione said.

"It's not really in my power to stop Mr. Potter, if he wants you here," his doctor said.

"Really?" Jack perked up as he was about to correct his name. A smirk gently lifted his features. "Well off you four, five, go now. We will be discussing negotiations here. So buy a new hat or something," he said as he pushed them out of the room and shut the door behind them.

"I think it might be best if you took a seat, Mr. Potter," his doctor said slowly.

"What could the doctor be saying to him for the past thirty-four minutes?" Will asked from his seat on the bench across from Jack's room.

"If only Fred and George were here, they'd lend us some of their Extreme Extendable Ears or even an Extendable Ear," Ron said frustrated.

"What?" Elizabeth and Will asked, clearly confused.

"It's a listening device created by Ronald's twin older brothers. They look like ordinary string, but they're enchanted. Quite useful if you're the one using them and not the one being spied upon," Hermione explained.

"Oh," was all Elizabeth could say.

The door to Jack's room opened and both men walked out.

"You understand what that means, Mr. Potter?" his doctor asked Jack.

"Yes," Jack said. He looked a little pale compared to his normal Caribbean glow. "Really? Now that sure puts a – What are they doing out here?"

"Don't worry. What was said in that room, it is between you and me. No one else will know unless you tell them," his doctor said. "Make sure to come back and check up."

His doctor whispered, "As we discussed, I'll just owl you the medication. It's in the form of a pill, but it should go undetected. Remember it does not cure, just suppresses."

"What is it, Jack?" Will asked jumping to his feet.

"Ah, nothing. Perfect health and the many reasons of not being pissed off at the lot of you, otherwise he said I can go," Jack said smilingly almost too widely. He shared a look with his doctor that the rest of the group almost didn't notice. "Come, let's go back to the Pearl and I can show you this wonderful island. Turtles, crabs, rum, women, and gold."

"You haven't told him?" his doctor asked Ron and Hermione.

"We thought that he would have figured it out himself," Ron said sheepishly.

"Tell me what?"

"Mr. Potter, you're stuck here, in the future, the proper time you're suppose to be here," his doctor said.

"What?" Jack said slowly and started to sway back towards the room.

"You're never going back to the past again," Ron said though he sounded far away.

"Mind speaking up? I can't really hear you well," Jack said faintly and swallowed. He stumbled back into the room.

"Mr. Potter, are you feeling well?" his doctor asked him.

His mouth suddenly felt dry. "I think I might need some rum," Jack said.

Everything was spinning out of control and he felt he couldn't find the floor as he stumbled backwards. He lost his footing and fell backwards. His vision turned dark before he felt the sharp crack of pain emit from his head.

"Just fantastic," Ron spat out. "You two aren't going to cause a scene are you?"

"Us? No," Will said.

"We're use to being on land and strange things. Jack is just use to strange things in the water. I think we'll cope as long as we're together," Elizabeth said.

"Perhaps we should take him back to Hogwarts?" Hermione suggested to the doctor. "It might help jog his memory or something being around familiar places, right?"

"Mrs. Weasley, it might help, but there is also a chance of it not working. There is something more at work here than what is apparent. Would you mind waiting outside again as we tend to him?"

"Sure thing."

"Maybe that fall to his head helped more than did even more damage," Ron said trying to be funny once they reached the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts.

Will looked at Ron and voiced what was plaguing him, "What is it that you have against Jack?"

"Me? I don't have anything against him," Ron said defensively.

"You seem like you do," Elizabeth said rounding up on him also.

"Fine. Ever since he killed that insane wizard, You-Know-Who, Vo-Voldemort, he's been acting strange," Ron said.

"Why don't we start at the beginning?" Hermione recommended. She led them outside the Hospital Wing and into one of the vacant classrooms. "Back then we were 17. Harry was determined to destroy Voldemort and his Horcruxes then. Horcruxes are these magical items that can be created by killing someone and storing a small part of your soul in that item. It was a way to temporarily become immortal. Harry was told by Albus Dumbledore, our mentor and headmaster at the time that Voldemort created six or seven Horcruxes. He and Dumbledore already destroyed two then and when Dumbledore died, he went searching for the remaining Horcruxes and we came along."

"So one night, we decided to let loose a little and relax from all the battles and wars going on. Well it was just Ronald and I that did the relaxing, Harry was too engrossed in finding the last Horcrux that he just did not take notice of what we were doing. That night is still a blur to me because the next morning, we're in a strange room, Harry is gone, and he left a note."

"There were search parties looking for him for three weeks, but we could not find him anywhere. The battles stopped and many people died. People like Charlie and Percy Weasley, Ron's older brothers. We also lost our friend, Rubeus Hagrid, a classmate and one of Harry's school rivals, Draco Malfoy, our ex-Potions professor, Severus Snape, and the man who betrayed Harry's parents back when Harry was just a baby, Wormtail, also known as Peter Pettigrew. There were countless others, but I doubt you would want to hear them all right now."

"So two weeks later, he was found with the corpse of Voldemort. By then Harry just looked different despite the fact that he was covered in welts, blood, dirt, bruises, and who knows what else. He had a beard and his hair was long. Remus, a friend of Harry's parents, found him and thought that he was Sirius Black, Harry's godfather and also a friend of his fathers'. Until they cleaned him up. Harry claimed that he was there for five years instead of five weeks, which would have made him at least 22 years old, but that's just not possible."

Hermione sighed. "Still with me?"

"Yes."

"People celebrated the death of Voldemort and Harry's victory over him while their hero recuperated here in the school's Hospital Wing. Well school, Hogwarts, was still in session, so once Harry recovered he joined us for classes. Despite not keeping up with his studies for months, he was good. And if you know Harry as well as we used to, he was never that good in classes and never that quiet. He even knew spells that were far beyond his years. He did excellent in potions and we weren't sure if it was because Snape, one of the most disliked professors in our time, was dead or what. Something was up and we were determined to find out. But Harry had withdrawn into himself again. Everyone was nice about it and him, thinking that he was still in shock, needed his space, or something. He didn't let anyone know how he was feeling. It was as if he was always somewhere else. Sometimes, he would yell out even though no one was near him or talking to him. At the end of the school year, Harry skipped out on graduation and he wasn't able to graduate with us at all. His excuse was that he had to visit his parents grave and that it didn't matter if he graduated or not."

"Something was up. Over the summer, Harry was allowed to stay with Ron's family while he tried to get back on his feet and find his own place. But one day, there was something about Harry that Ron felt uncomfortable about."

"At night, he'd stay up and just start pacing around. Sometimes he'd mutter to himself. I don't know about you but I wouldn't want to stay in the same room as a nutter. He reminded me of Kreacher, but not really," Ron explained.

"Anyways, the Weasleys' gently told Harry that he should stay elsewhere. We're not sure where he went then, but we later found out it was at his aunt's for a few days. Something must have been wrong if he went back to the only relatives that treated him like a slave. Well he left and I guess that was about the time that he had that mansion built. It wasn't too far from London, but it wasn't in the countryside either. People would see him at pubs and clubs, chain smoking with a pint that was never touched. He would just be sitting there smoking and looking through the newspaper. Sometimes he would be accompanied by a man who looked to be in his early thirties. He'd have short greasy black hair and shallow skin with a drawl to his voice. We thought it was Snape, but the man died during the war and he had no other family. However, we did see that same man described at the trial, I'll get to that in the minute."

"So he builds this mansion. Outside it's all nice and fancy, and very lonely looking. You'll see it later when Harry has calmed down a little. Inside, the main and top floors are his, while the basement was used as some sort of club for younger people to party and have a good time. We think that was around the time that he met his future fiancée, Datura Stramonium Lactucarium, which he nicknamed her to 'Jessie' for who knows why. Apparently, they hit it off and he spoiled her, as in buying and letting her get whatever she wanted."

"We never did think it was going to work out. At the time, Harry was just a sick love fool and in a way, chained to her. I don't remember if it was obvious or not, but it was almost completely one-sided. He was oblivious to anything else but her. But it made him happy and even though their relationship bothered us, we decided to let this slide and see how it would end."

"That November, which was I believe four months after the Weasleys' made Harry leave, they were engaged and were going to have a wedding. Of course, we thought it was all a joke you see. "How could he open up to a total stranger than to his closest friends?" Ron's younger sister, Ginny, asked us. I think she still had feelings for him back then. There were only a few people that attended even though they must have sent out hundreds. It was somewhat public, but still private. He let in a few reporters and strangers in, but other than them there weren't that many. According to Rita Skeeter, I guess you can call her Harry's publicist to a certain degree, her article mentioned that Harry's aunt, Remus Lupin, that strange man, Headmistress McGonagall, the Prime Minister of Magic, Oliver Wood, and a few of our classmates were there was there on Harry's side. We're not exactly sure who showed up on the wife-to-be's side."

"So they take their vows and just as they were going to finalize the ceremony, something happened. According to the paper and those that were there, Datura insulted Harry, but he was not at all fazed by it, in fact, some say that it looked like he knew it was going to happen. He didn't flinch as she shoved him towards the glass window. The witches and wizards there were too slow to react to help him before he reached the ground. Now they were a few stories high, so this was not at all pleasant and neither were the classified photographs. Normally, people would die, not from the fall but from the rock hard ground and the many shards of glass piercing him, but Harry was far from normal. He was still conscious as the muggle-non-magical people, and the ambulance reached him. From the looks of it back then, he looked simply like a broken doll. One of his eyes had a three inch shard protruding from it, blood was everywhere, there were more shards piercing him, and most likely a concussion and serious brain damage."

"He gets whisked away to the muggle hospital and no one was allowed to see him. He was probably in the hospital for a day before we find out that he has disappeared. For a month, we heard no word from him. It was as if he no longer existed."

"Then, one day someone suggested we go to his mansion. We go, the door is wide open, and he's there. He still looked like he was at the losing side of the fight against a gang, but he was still mobile. He was bandaged in several places and was constantly taking these pills. There was also an obvious limp in his step, but he wasn't using a cane at the time. He smoked during the whole time as if we weren't there. It was obvious that there was some brain damage still because he'd either be quiet, rambling on about something, or he would mutter something that "It's not right." It was like being with a mentally insane person, which made him unpredictable and frightening. At the time, he wasn't accompanied by that strange man. In fact, the times we did visit him, he was alone and the house seemed to express how the owner was feeling and hiding within himself. Even the house…savants felt that way. This Harry was so much different than the little boy we found on the train and grew up with."

"After a month since the accident, he decides to go take a vacation in the Caribbean's even though he still looked very fragile. He didn't ask us to come along or even tell us. A week later, he's back and the house was filled with model ships, castles, and diagrams and whatnot. But then, a month after that, the trial happens."

"The trial?"

"Yes. It was termed "The People vs. Datura Stramonium Lactucarium" since Harry did not acknowledge what was going on around him. We took it on our account to protect him. It was as if he was in his own little world that no one else knew about. But somehow that stranger got word of it and dragged Harry along. He was more social to that stranger than to the people he probably once considered family. He cut his hair really short and it looked like he did it himself with rusty scissors, but we found out later that it was the style in the muggle world. Harry looked very tired and worn out. So during most of the trial, he slept on that man's shoulder, which was very rude and weird. He even smoked during the session when he and Datura were having a small quarrel. Even though we were a few rows behind them, we heard Harry say to the man that he already knew the outcome. Now Harry is not someone who can just see into the future or claim to be one like that fraud –"

"She means our old batty Divination professor," Ron interjected.

"Yes, her. And we're pretty sure that he did not use a Time Turner, like how he managed to go centuries beyond our own and ended up in your era. Well she was sent free and Harry imprisoned for three weeks under house arrest before he was sent to prison."

"Well that's not too bad."

"Wait, there's more," Hermione said. She took a small break before continuing. "There were dementors placed at every door leading outside and in all over his mansion. Dementors are these…creatures that can suck out your soul if you're too close. Otherwise, they stalk around and feed on all your positive emotions and memories. They leave you facing your worst memory, for Harry back in our third year, which would have made us 13 years old; it was the night his parents were murdered."

"That's horrible," Elizabeth said.

"Yes, but to the dementors, he was like honey to bees. They always seemed to be following wherever he went, which caused problems, especially when he was in the air on his broomstick. I think they were somehow employed by Voldemort in the past and were still following orders. So back to the story, it was just terrible for Harry to be even within ten feet of one, but he couldn't prevent it."

"Not to mention that corrupted judge made Harry give that sleazy lover of his 63 of his inheritance, which left him almost broke, and he almost had to give the mansion away but she didn't want it. She just wanted the money. Anyways, to this day, the name Harry Potter is still going around. Someone let it slip that he wrote memoirs of his time at Hogwarts and the money just keeps pooling in," Ron said. "Untouched."

"It may have been best if there wasn't a trial in the first place."

"Sometimes we tried to visit him, but we couldn't stand being there with all those dementors around. How he managed to survive, we don't know. Though a few times, we could hear him screaming and then nothing. It was just him and the dementors the whole time. We think he endured all that suffering because he felt like he deserved it, which he didn't. Not at all. He was, is, too good of a person to even be thought ill of. That was the last time we saw him."

"After his time was up, he allowed only one person for an exclusive interview; Rita Skeeter. It was his farewell to us. The picture of him on the cover depicted him as extremely pale, his eyes were glassy, always smoking, a stubble, his hair came down in waves and curls just as it was growing out, we thought his hair was straight, anyways there were bruises on the visible parts of him. I think he may have gotten that from passing out and accidentally hitting himself."

"So he gives her this exclusive. She questions him and he answers it willingly. I'll show you the paper later. It explained what happened between his capture and the death of Voldemort. Somehow he deluded us somehow. If you read his responses, it seems like there is more going on, as if he is hinting or talking to us in code. It was this and his memoirs that made us initially go look for him after he disappeared."

"He wrote six books about his life at Hogwarts and his summers at his relatives. It was written in a way that the reader was in third person, as if they're on the outside watching in. Anyways, not only does he release it in the wizarding world, he does it also in the muggle world. Here it's labeled as non-fiction, whereas in them muggle world it is branded as children's fiction. Despite that, it became huge hits between the two worlds. It was a cult phenomenon. He was seriously making more money, but Harry wasn't there so it just went to his bank account."

"Yeah before the guy was wealthy, now he could probably live a few lives and still not use a fraction of it," Ron said crossly.

"He wrote about the six years he was in Hogwarts. Six books for six years. The seventh book is not there! We have to know what happened exactly and afterwards. Something went on between Harry and Voldemort. Harry isn't a dark wizard, but he isn't the smartest one either. Rather I think that he made a deal with the devil, Voldemort."

"Which is why we spent almost a quarter of our lives searching for him. For 18 years, he was gone. We searched and researched everything, for a clue, something, anything. Just a couple of months ago, we almost gave up. After investigating through his stuff at his mansion, we found out about the books on ships and survival. It never occurred to us that he would have resorted to traveling backwards in time or that he took on the identity of Jack Sparrow."

"But Jack claims that he doesn't remember and that doctor said something that he experienced some sort of head trauma years ago," Will said still trying to process it all.

"Yes, but from what we've read, has this Jack Sparrow ever been one to tell the truth?" Hermione said smiling.

"He does have his moments," Will countered.

"But he somehow manages to twist it around," Elizabeth added.

"Well we found a way to manipulate a time turner. You see a time turner could only move backwards in time, but this one was able to come back to the present or future. It was a set of one design we found in Harry's mansion. Strange…"

"What's strange?"

"I just thought of something. It is a bit strange how he was able to do all that work even though he never went to secondary school. Anyways that's a brief update on where we stand right now."

"A 'brief update'? Blimey, Hermione. You might as well have shown them the picture book," Ron complained.

"Honestly, Ron. They needed to know the whole story, even if Harry doesn't," Hermione said gently.

Jack stepped away from the doorway and winced when the door slightly closed in.

"What was that?"

"Don't worry. The castle does that sometimes."

"Creepy, old castle full of ghosts," Ron said.

"Ron, you don't have to scare them."

"Well they're going to find out sooner or later."

Jack slowly inched away from the two couples – one from the past and one from the future or present- and made his way back towards where he thought was the hospital wing.

"Why don't I remember this stuff if I am this Harry?" Jack thought to himself.

"Maybe you're not Harry," a slithery voice answered.

Jack turned around and looked everywhere. When he found no one he thought, "You're positively right. I am Jack Sparrow, son of Captain Teague, Keeper of the Code. Grew up in India with him and the mother and brother who disowned us. Mum is now a shrunken head and Papa now carries her around, rather did carry her around. Wait a minute-I must have knocked my head harder than I thought."

"Probably. Are you sure I haven't always been here? Inside your head?" the slithery voice asked.

"I think I would have remembered another voice in my own head, mate."

"Would you? All those times you escaped? Ways of influencing the simple minded? How you survived on your own after all these years?"

"Jack it's not like you," a version of Jack Sparrow without his coat appeared.

"What do you mean? Who are you?" Jack was referencing to the voice.

"Aye," another Jack seemed to materialize from the very walls. "Wait…No one move."

"What?" original Jack asked and went in a circle.

"Bloody hell. I ask for one moment with him and you two show up," the slithering voice cursed.

"What if you pretend to be this Harry Potter…"

"They did say he was rich," original Jack muttered.

"Still is mate," the third Jack said.

"But the Magic."

"Can be put and manipulated into the care of idle hands," the voice said pervasively.

"But Will…the Dutchman. The Dutchman will always need a captain,"

"Immortality," the second Jack said as he searched for something in Jack's dreads.

"Ah, now that I like the sound of," Original Jack said.

"Elizabeth a widow…"

"Technically, they were married by Barbossa. I don't recall him being a Captain at the time nor having a ship."

"Shut it!" the voice said.

"What we interrupting you?" all three Jacks asked.

"So many questions, Sparrow. Maybe someday they'll be answered. Until then you'll just have to be kept in the dark...like I have for the past years."

Just like that the voice was gone. It felt more like his vision has gotten sharper and everything came in focus.

"That was weird," Jack said out loud. He waited for a response and found none. They were gone.

He nearly yelped out loud when he caught his reflection in the mirror. He cracked his jaw and dismissed what just happened with the voice but went over what his other selves were saying.