A Pirates Life for Me

By Skye-Chan12

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter that is a right only claimable to Ms Rowling and Pirates of the Caribbean rights are all Disney's, I'm just a wanna-be writer who has to many ideas to write and draw but never enough time.

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Books are always better than real, live boyfriends any day of the week. They don't talk back and they're always there for you. You can have as many of them as you want and they won't complain.

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When Harry first started to come into awareness, his only desire was to remain asleep. He lay in bed with his eyes tightly closed, wishing that he could just fall back into the oblivion of dreams. He shifted in his robes and rolled onto his side, pulling the hem up to block the sunlight from his eyes.

It took a moment for him to realize that there shouldn't be any sunlight and as soon as the dreamy thought crossed his mind, he was instantly awake. His eyes snapped open and he bolted up. The room was small and cluttered. Barrels lined the walls and tilted shelves covered them. It seemed as though every inch of space was filled with jars of concoctions, ingredients and trinkets. Plants and strings of jars hung from the ceiling. He could identify some ingredients from his school years among the vast collection, but most of the supplies had little meaning to him.

He spread his senses out across the wood floor and through the empty doorway through the rest of the building. It was small, mostly tilting and falling apart building. For a moment he thought he was at the Burrow, but the building was much smaller and contained unfamiliar magic. There were two people, down the stairs, their voices quietly drifting up to him. One was a magic user, no doubt about it. But the other... Harry's eye was caught by the beam of light that had first woke him. The light was coming from a paneless window, a thin cloth being its only covering. He took a cautious step forward before he slowly reached out and lifted the worn fabric and looked out.

It took Harry a moment to remember to breath.

As the humid air flowed into his lungs, his eyes frantically darted around in an attempt to take everything in; the slow lazy river that wound its way around him, the dark shade of the mangrove trees that made it impossible to see more then a few feet in, and the sounds of the singing birds, croaking toads, and buzzing insects. Where ever he was, it was far away from everything he knew... His hands reached out to grip the window frame. He was free.

Harry didn't know how long he stood there, but by the time he turned away, his face was damp with sweat and tears. His cheeks flushed from the sunlight, bringing color to his ghostly white skin. His mind felt clear for the first time in years, but hundreds of questions were lurking at the fringe. He knew that he could no longer put off meeting those who had simultaneously captured and saved him.

Shuffling slowly, Harry wove his way to the doorway and stepped out into the main room and down the rabbit hole he fell, as he beheld one of the strangest sights he had come across yet (second only to the ferret incident). A man and a woman were quarreling across a small rickety looking table. Both were dressed in outfits that had seen better days and were out of date by nearly two hundred years. The man was shrunken in his seat, his eyes darting about as the woman bared down on him from her precarious perch on a rickety stool.

The man's darting eyes made him the first to notice Harry's entrance. As their eyes locked, Harry found himself taken aback, as the man's blank face melted into an overjoyed grin. "Awake then, I see!" His kohl covered eyes looked Harry up and down. Harry didn't know how to respond, the man's gaze seemed to hold him.

The exclamation caused the woman to turn sharply and neatly topple out of her perch. Her gaze being one he had seen many times before, star-struck wonderment. "My o'me love!" She cried in delight as she sprung forth and glomped the tensed wizard, who had been prepared for a reaction such as this (it not being the first time that he had caused an extreme reaction of fanaticism from a person)

"Don' mind her lad, crazy as a whistle, she is." The man explained flippantly, as he offered the wizard a slightly grubby hand "Captain Jack Sparrow at your service."

Harry wriggled one of his arms out from the woman's tight grip and took the offered hand, "Harrison James Potter at yours." This caused the woman to go into gibers in a mix of English and some language that made Harry wonder where the hell he was. "Miss, are you alright?" Harry asked hesitantly as the woman began to giggle madly into his chest.

"Now dat you ah' here." She said with a grin as his star struck eyes gazed into his once more.

"And where exactly is here?" Harry asked hesitantly, his question earning the woman a questioning look from the captain.

The woman gave him one last squeeze before releasing him. Well, releasing all but his arm, which she hugged rather tightly against her chest as she lead him to the table and allowed him to sit. She, never releasing his arm, ended up sitting on his lap (much to his discomfort).

"Yew are in da Caribbean with me." The woman batted her eyelashes rapidly and very flirtatiously.

"But, how?! My confinement was built to be impossible to escape from." Harry asked in shock.

"Maybe fo' esa'pe, but no' fo' rescue. I summoned yew through time an space to come here ta be wit me... Forever" The woman's breath hitched as she closed her eyes with a content sight and snuggled into his shoulder.

"What Tia means to say is that she got abit lonely and asked the gods for her perfect man and they sent her you." Jack explained to the confused youth.

"T-there must be some mistake then." Harry stuttered as he looked down with wide eyes at the woman in his lap. His mind was racing with this new revelation. His jail was built to be impossible to break out of, but not to break in. It took him a moment to realize that the previously quivering woman perched in his lap was now looking at him with scrunched face and eyes as sharp as needles.

Tia squinted her eyes and her supposedly soon-to-be-lover, "An wha ma'es yew tink t'hat?"

"Ah... Well... Miss Tia, you are a very beautiful woman, and I owe you more then you could possibly know for requesting me from my imprisonment... but..." Harry's eyes flashed from Tia's to Jack's as if willing them to understand.

Jack looked puzzled for a moment before brightening immensely, "So you don't fancy women then, is that it!" Jack exclaimed happily, ignoring the sputtering that was Tia's words. "Your not a eunuch, are you?"

Harry's surprise at the question and the intense inquiring gaze he was now receiving from captain was soon forgotten when his attention was promptly brought back to the raging woman on his lap. Tia leaped up so quickly that she nearly caused Harry to fall backwards in his chair. The seething witch threw her head to the ceiling and shouted through the new hole that it bore and into the sky, "Yew did dat on pur'pos yew bloody bastar'd's!" And with that the woman stormed out the front door, down the steps, and with a splash into the water, muttering about jealous gods and what she would do when she next saw them.

"Do you think she'll be alright?" Harry asked, concerned for his rescuers well-being. He was relieved and grateful that he was no longer at the mercy of Dumbledore and the Ministry, but that didn't mean that he was willing to switch teams in repayment.

"Don' worry love, she'll get over it. Just best to let her cool for a bit." The captain reassured him.

Harry nodded and sighed, "And in the mean time?" he questioned.

Jack grinned flirtatiously, "What do you want to do, love?"

Harry, oblivious to the look and the captains innuendo, returned to his seat and beckoned for Jack to sit beside him. He still have many questions as to where he had been pulled.

Oblivious to this, Jack was in that seat in a flash and with a twinkle of his toes, leaning forward with puckered lips only to miss their target when the gorgeous man before him moved forward, not even noticing his pass. Jack was unsure if that was good or bad, so he decided that it may be best just to sit back and let Harry make the first move.

"So what is your relationship with Miss Tia?" Harry demanded, as he turned to face the captain once more.

If Jack could have melted in disappointment, he would have. Knowing that the chance might still come if he waited for the opportune moment. "Miss Tia has a way of helping those who don't have the means to help themselves... A guide for those who are guide-less... A trader of trades and ways, for those who are down on their luck... In a manner of speaking... " Jack's hands weaved through the air, gesturing to the tools of the trade that surrounded them. Harry's eyes followed the captain's hands and took in the cards, primitive dice, and the bowl of bones that lay scattered around the table.

"She's a diviner." Harry said surprised. While fortune tellers were quite common in both the muggle and wizarding worlds, a diviner was something else. Harry looked about the room with renewed interest. A diviner's tools would not just be to read a person's future or past, but their destiny as well. The trinkets and potions that surrounded them would be given to a client to help them achieve their destiny. Diviners were a bit like muggle life coaches, only with literal spiritual insight. Turning back to the Captain, Harry asked curiously, "Can I ask what brought you here?"

"Ah, well, I've been sailing the seas for most of my life," He began, his voice taking a deep gravelly sound, "I became captain of thee ship of all ships, the queen of the entire ocean - the entire WORLD." It was at this point where he nearly choked up for real.

"What happened?" Harry asked softly. His hand reaching out for a friendly shoulder pat, only to be intercepted and clutched tightly in the captain's grip. Harry was surprised by the action, but the dark haired captain continued his story as if nothing was amiss, so he allowed the affectionate action to continue.

"I had her for not more then a year, when my first mate led the crew in a mutiny. They left me on a deserted island with nothing but the clothes on my back and a single shot." Jack's hand softly caressed over wizard's fingers. His hands were so pale, long knobby fingers gave way to stubby fingers that lacked any femininity other then their frail coloring.

"How did you get off?" Harry asked softly.

Jack took a breath, now becoming more aware that Harry was not as worldly aware of innuendo as most of the third gender were. "I'd rather not talk about it..."

"How long ago..."

"Nearing ten years." Jack answered softly, his hand creeping up slowly before clasping Harry's hand in his own.

"Is there no way of getting it back? What about the law enforcement?" Harry questioned.

Jack laughed out right at this, not that it was the boy's fault, but the thought of the Navy hunting down Barbosa and to return the Pearl to him, was a thought that warranted a chuckle out loud.

"Let's just say that the law doesn't like me any more then I like it." Jack said in response to the boy's confused look.

"So you're a fugitive?" Harry asked in surprise. He should have expected it, he had just been broken out of jail, after all.

"In a manner of speakin" Jake's mind now raced in an effort to find a new topic to talk about that wouldn't damage all chances he had with the boy.

"I suppose that you and I have that in common then." Harry smiled at Jack's surprised look. He supposed the captain had missed that part of his and Tia's conversation. "Miss Tia's spell transported me out of a prison."

Unfortunately those thoughts were brought to a crashing end when who should choose to return at that exact moment, but Tai Dalma herself (followed closely by her life long friend Anna). "Don' be fool'd by 'is swee' wards, 'arry lov." The witch declared in a huff as she glared at Jack, "Jac' Spar'row tis a pirate. Mah spell waz ve'ry spo'sif'ick tha' yew hav'a hear't o' gold. Th' same can'not be said abo't Capt'an Jac' Spar'row."

Harry having stood when his rescuer appeared once more, fell to his seat with a thump upon this declaration. Snapping his gaze to Jack, Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously and opened his mind and magics to evaluate the man before him. After a moment he responded, "Maybe not a heart of gold, Miss Tia..." He pondered for a moment longer, taking in the many sensations he was being fed, "But I think we both know that he is not a man of evil ways."

Tia snorted and crossed her arms with a huff, but she didn't deny his words. Jack was stunned to say the least, there are only a few reactions you can expect when someone finds out you're a pirate, and they are fairly predictable by class. Harry was dressed well enough to be in the upper, which warranted him either a scream of terror, or the drawing of a weapon and a challenge to the death. "... Really…" Jack looked to Tia with raised eyebrows. She responded in turn with with raised eyebrows. "You know that just by looking at me?"

"O course e can! 'e's a sor'cer'er!" Tia snapped, rolling her eyes to the heavens. "I tol' ya he's ta be ma perfec man!"

"Save for that one little detail..." Jack sang under his breath.

"Yes, save fo' dat little deta'l." Tia glared before turning her gaze back to Harry, her eyes softening and turned from furious to longing.

Harry squirmed under her gaze, causing her to snap out of her yearning thoughts for the wizard. "Well if ya won' be ma lov'r... den yew can a lest fix the mess yew made in comin here." She sat down with a huff, pulling the quiet Anna onto her lap.

Harry nodded hurriedly and turned to look at the hole in the roof with a calculating gaze. Reaching up, his hand gently brushed the ceiling, asking the wood to grow and feeding it with his magic. Jack and Anna watched with wonder as the wood on either side of the wall thickened and formed into branches which grew out and twisted around each other, sealing the hole as they did so.

"You built your house with magic, didn't you?" Harry asked, grinning at the result. Miss Tia nodded, ignoring Jack and Anna's shocked looks. "I thought so. The wood in the house is still alive! It's like a tree that only looks like a house. Is there anything else I can do?" Tia nodded and gestured to other rooms, listing household chores that she had been putting off for the past who-knows-how-many years. As Harry scampered off Tia burried her head into Ann's hair and gave off a frustrated, muffled scream.

"Did he just?" Anna gasped, eyes never leaving the perfectly mended ceiling, seemingly oblivious to Tia's tears of frustration running down her back.

"He did just..." Jack answered breathlessly. His eyes shining with possibilities.

Anna nodded and swallowed hard, "I thought so..."

Jack could only nod in response.

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End Chapter two