Selkies and Sparrows
Summary: When Jack Sparrow sailed into Port Royal that sunny day, it was his intention to commandeer one of those ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer his weaselly black guts out. What he ended up with was a young Selkie who used to go by the name of Harry Potter, but is currently in hiding from his friends, his enemies, and, most importantly, his destiny.
Parings: Jack Sparrow/Harry Potter (in other words, Slash. Non-slash people, ye be warned.)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine and neither, sad to say, is Pirates of the Caribbean, in any shape, form or manner except the one with seals stitched in the corner.
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"You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant…?
Am I so insignificant…?"
Evanescence, 'Missing'
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My Jack
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"Unless, of course," 'Smithy' broke in, "he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you."
Cretin scowled at him, and could have sworn that the strange mist beside the stranger chuckled at him.
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Wolf was bored.
He knew better than to question his Alpha, of course, but that didn't in any way negate the fact that he'd been talking to the Landlings for an eternity, utterly and completely ignoring Wolf while he did so.
The Selkie had tried talking to the Surface Seal below him to alleviate his torture, but the bull hadn't replied. It was probably resting, and even Wolf knew better to bother such a large and powerful bull as the one that currently carried them. That was another thing he didn't understand about the Landlings – that they couldn't tell the difference between the bulls and the cows among the Surface Seals. Didn't they know that any race needed both to continue? Where did they think they the Surface Seal pups came from?
Wolf shuddered as a horrible thought struck him. What if the Landlings made the same mistakes with their own species?
But then again… Why should he care? He hadn't, not so long ago. Before he'd met his Alpha, he'd only cared about the Sea. It was right to only care about the Sea, wasn't it? And just now, it had felt so wrong that the Landlings could stare at him, could see him and point at him. He was a Storm Child, he belonged to and with the Sea, and no where else. That was why the Sea had sent her mists, to cover him and conceal him, hide him away from the Landlings so that he could go back to the Sea and the open ocean. It was a mistake to come this far, a mistake to tie himself to an Alpha – a Landling Alpha at that. Why should he bind himself to a Pack, trap himself with duties and obligations? Why should he deny himself the Sea, deny the smell of salt on the wind, the raucous cry of a seagull above the crashing sound of the surf on the rocks, the blessed coolness and warmth and all encompassing safeness of the water, and the freedom, the freedom of an empty horizon as far as the eye can see…
The sudden impact of hitting the water shook Wolf out of his daze. The Surface Seal was taller than he had anticipated, and in his almost drugged state, he hadn't entered the water as smoothly as he should have done. His entire front stung from the ungraceful bellyflop.
Wolf blinked a few times to regain his bearings, trying to remember what had made him fall in the first place, but soon dismissed the elusive answer in favour of a more pressing concern. Where was his Alpha…?
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"…And then, they made me their king," Jack explained to his captive audience. He began to continue his story, but was interrupted by a shout a little way behind him. He turned sharply, eyes locking on the falling figure, hand reaching for Wolf seemingly on instinct. The seal shrugged him off, and Jack would be annoyed at being ignored if there weren't more pressing matters to be dealt with. And if Wolf hadn't began plummeting towards the water with a strange, dazed look – one that Jack recognised from past competitions with people who couldn't hold their rum properly.
"Will you be saving her?" he asked. A loud splash signified Wolf's entry to the sea, and both sailors jumped, one of them (Jack couldn't be bothered in distinguishing the two any more) looking around frantically for the source of the unexpected sound. Jack sighed, already reaching up to remove his hat. "Some pride of the King's navy you are," he muttered. What had they expected Wolf to do when he jumped, fly? "Here, don't lose these," he commanded, pushing various effects at the two, before launching himself into the water with much more grace than his companion had. But then, he was Jack Sparrow, after all. Able to stagger through a hail of bullets while absolutely stoned on Rum, and receive only a broken toe in the way of injuries.
Wolf spun towards him as he hit the water, eyes clear of the strange glaze that had claimed them earlier, and whistled happily. He even begun what, to Jack's untrained eye, looked like dizzy convulsions in the water as he circled his newly found Alpha, chattering fast enough that Jack was half surprised he didn't choke.
Grumbling at the absurd antics of his marine companion, Jack reached out and slapped the seal's side, pointing forwards to where a pale shape sank slowly through the water. Wolf understood immediately and, pausing only to whistle his comprehension, sped forwards with a few flicks of his tail.
The strange shockwave pulsed through the water just as the seal reached his destination, leaving him hovering, stunned, a few yards away from the drowning figure. Jack spared him a glance, noting with annoyance that the glazed look was back, and that he could ignore Wolf's help in saving the girl. He reached forwards, ripping off the stupidly extravagant dress. Really, anyone could see that it wouldn't help her to swim, or even float.
Once she was free of the no-doubt expensive contraction, Jack swam upwards, sparing a glance back at Wolf as he did so. His subordinate had seemingly recovered from his stupefied state, but was now writhing against the sandy ocean bead. From what he could see, the seal was frantically pushing his head into the sand, as if trying to use the abrasive substance to remove the skin of his forehead.
Jack would've paused to stare at Wolf's strange actions, but he had a wench to save and a short timespan in which to do so.
Fifteen minutes later, as he looked around the dark blacksmith's forge with his hands shackled, he blamed Wolf entirely for the whole situation. If he'd had some backup when facing Commodore Fancy Pants, he wouldn't have got himself into this mess. Not that he, the great Jack Sparrow, needed backup. He'd just been… distracted, wondering what had got into Wolf. Besides, he thought, spotting a hammer left out oh-so invitingly, there wasn't a mess in the world capable of defeating Captain Jack Sparrow.
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Wolf swam in agitated circles in the shallows, half an ear on the Landlings as their Alpha gave orders to hunt down a Jack Sparrow.
My Alpha. Jack. My Jack.
He rolled over in distress, and tried calling for his Alpha – his Jack – again. The deep sound should have carried far enough through the water to reach his Jack anywhere, but still, there was no reply. To Wolf, that meant only one thing; The Landlings have him.
Uninvited, pictures and images from the Sea and the Storms washed over him, showing what happened to those the Landlings took. Showing the Landlings hunting them, stealing their pups, killing them and throwing their skinless corpses aside. As he swam in frantic, haphazard patterns through the water, he saw metal claws tearing at the sea bed, diseased blood spreading over the waves and coating them black, barren, poisoned seas stretching across every horizon.
This is what will happen, the Sea whispered to him.
This is what you were brought here to change, the Storms said.
They washed through him, drowning his mind in endless oceans of images and warnings. He wasn't swimming in circles anymore; instead, he hung unnaturally still in the water, despite the currents and waves that almost seemed to caress him as they passed. His anger rose in response to the images, and he bared his teeth, obsidian eyes glaring up through the water at the Landlings. The Abominations. And just as the Sea had sent the mists to hide him from their unworthy eyes, now the Storms sent the winds to ravage the shore.
Wolf shrieked his anger through the water, the heady power of the Storms singing in his blood like a tidal wave. No more, he hissed, snapping his tail down harshly through the water. The Sea almost crowed in victory as it sent a wave to crash against the docks, hard enough to shake the solid wood. Wolf was blind to the people's cries, his mind turned instead to vengeance. He would punish the Landlings for what had been done to them, destroy the Abominations before they could hurt him anymore.
A stray thought swam up through the chaos of his mind calling weakly for consideration. My Jack, it pleaded. The Sea picked it up and smothered it in a wave, and Wolf growled again as he remembered – the Landlings had taken his pack, had dared to hurt what was not theirs to hurt.
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On the docks, a young girl, perhaps seven or eight years old, tripped on the slippery wood as she tried to flee. An angry wave towered over her prone form, preparing to fall and crush her for the crime of being a Landling.
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My Jack, the thought called again, shouting through the turmoil the Sea had brought to Wolf's mind. My Jack, my Jack myJack myJackmyJackmyJackmy-
And Wolf remembered. Remembered how he had been unable to follow his Alpha because of the pain he'd felt – both in his mind and his forehead. How his Jack had been taken by the Landlings because he had been too focussed on his shields, battered by the wave of – Dark magic, a part of his mind remembered, Made my scar hurt again – power. Even when the foul power had passed him, his shields were cracked and weakened, his mind open and undefended.
But it is what you were brought here to do, the Sea called with the last of the hold it had over him. Wolf shook his head to rid him of the last wisps of fog clouding his mind, and whined his confusion and denial.
My Jack, he repeated, clutching onto the memory of his Alpha like a lifeline, a protection against the seductive influence of the Sea. Unwillingly, the Sea retreated from his mind, pushed back by his returning mental shields. Occulumency barriers built to withstand the Dark Lord rose around his mind in an impenetrable barrier, made stronger by the anchoring strains flowing through them like a tracery of spider webs. My Jack, they said, holding the Sea at bay.
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A man picked the girl up, dropping his basket to do so and scrambling back away from the wave that surely would have killed the child. It fell with a seemingly angry impotence at causing no damage, but no more waves were forthcoming. The unnatural storm subsided around the pair as quickly as it had risen, leaving the man to stare in bewilderment as the young girl gripped his arm in fear.
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A/N: Eheh heh… Two months isn't bad, is it? I mean, it's not good, but it's not bad bad. Maybe only slightly bad, because at least it's still in the same year, so… don't hurt me?
And lookee! We have plot! Although still no human Wolf/Harry. Next chapter, I promise.
Thank you to Ore no Naruto, Fisi Mtima, yaoi kitsune, Regen, Kin Pandun, Capricia, Shivera (That is a very interesting question. Hmm…), Devious Ava, XxRoadKillxX ('Harry's gang' probably won't show up. But then again…), gizachick (Next one! Promise!), Firehedgehog, lady sakura cosmos, Fire of the lioness, Kakeru-chibi, iluvchocs, Juliper, Serpent91, DaggersBloodPain, keske, I-Y-T-Y, parseltonge girl, loko-ka, Kiseki no Tenshi, kirallie, blackpanther-690, Gertrud-Eveline (Thanks for the quote! I'll save it for a chapter where it would fit best. Look out for it!), handadeath, lemmesee (You know how pirates are about stealing things. Poor Harry), Ie-maru, Murphyangel, Dream's Abyss, Asha Pasha, Kinlin Child of Youma, Lady Starlight2, black blade1, moonlit dew, Burning LilyRose, luinloriel (-seizes onto excuse- Yes! The plot bunnies are hiding!), yllom21, Weasleygirl, Merrymow, geka0taitsume0taikaiyou, Goth Child of Zyon (Awkward indeed. Mwaha), MissNys, Lesdarian (There are a couple in my faveorites, I think), chineseartist, Rose-Aislin (he leaves Hogwarts age 17/18, and has a few months alone before meeting Jack, so he's now around 18) and The Elven Archer of Rivendell.
Happy New Year's Eve! (Is it still New Year's eve when it's in the morning? Or just in the evening?)
A/N edit 01/01/08: Some people seem confused about the boy on the docks being Harry. To clear this up, I've changed it to a girl – Harry is still stuck as Wolf, for this chapter. The boy-now-girl is some other character.
Sorry about the confusion!
