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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I have a suggestion that I think would help fight serious crime. Signs. There are lots of signs for minor infractions: No Smoking, Stay Off the Grass, Keep Out, and they seem to work fairly well. I think we should also have signs for major crimes: Murder Strictly Prohibited, NO Raping People, Thank You for Not Kidnapping Anyone. It's certainly worth a try. I'm convinced Watergate would never have happened if there had just been a sign in the Oval Office that said, Malfeasance of Office Is Strictly Against the Law, or Thank You for Not Undermining the Constitution.

- George Carlin

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It had taken another hour to finish healing the rest of the people in the square. Harry had used way too much magic over the past few hours and he knew he was close to reaching his limit. Joseph had sat beside him as he attempted to gather his strength to walk. He was a strong, strapping man with a bushy beard. His demeanor and characteristics reminded Harry a lot of Hagrid. Joseph had given Harry a wide smile as he sat, handing him a slice of bread and a stone cup filled with warm frothy milk.

"Where to now, Doctor?" Joseph asked, his voice deep and booming.

Harry wiped his mouth of crumbs and milk froth from his lips, "I have one last patient that I should check on. Then I had better leave before any more soldiers come looking for me."

Joseph nodded, "You did a lot of miracles, today. Try to save one for yourself."

"I will." Harry smiled, "Thank you, Joseph."

"Thank you, Doctor." Harry offered his hand, and Joseph took it. His large fingers covering Harry's as he gave his arm a steady shake.

Harry took a deep breath and started to make his way back to the blacksmith shop, keeping a hand on the buildings as he walked to keep himself steady. He looked back once and offered Joseph, and the few remaining onlookers, small wave. Then he recast his notice-me-not charm and dissipated into the hustle and bustle of the clean-up. The port town had returned to life in the past hour. The dead were being carried off, repairs were being made, and the soldiers were finally making an appearance to help with the cleanup.

When he reached the familiar blacksmith shop, he took a moment to breath outside the door before heading in. Healing spells were among some of the most complex in the magical spectrum and with no potions to ease the magical burden, Harry knew that he had probably spent the morning doing the impossible once again. The release of the mass of this magical stores had left Harry feeling physically and mentally drained.

Harry closed the heavy door and entered the smithy once again. The air was still and Harry breathed in the calmness of it all as he rubbed his temples in an attempt to wane the pain. Walking across the smithy to the bedroom, he released the transfiguration on his clothing, his chest tightening as the stays tightened around his chest. Stepping over the still unconscious Mr. Brown as he went, Harry entered the room silently. William was sprawled across the small bed and looked as though he would soon awake from his forced sleep.

Taking a seat in the chair beside the bed, Harry set about examining the egg sized bump that had formed on the side of his head. The wound didn't look too bad, but Harry knew better than to dismiss a head wound. After a quick sanitizing spell on his hands and the wound, Harry started parting the boy's hair to get a better look. At his touch, Will's eyes fluttered a moment and then opened, gazing dazedly up at Harry. It took him a moment to focus (Harry noted) but after doing so, the boys face split into a dumb smile that made Harry almost laugh at the absurdity of it.

"Hello" His voice came out slightly slurred, which brought a furrow to Harry's brow.

"Do you remember who I am?" Harry questioned as he began to examine his patients eyes.

Will nodded and stretched sluggishly. Apparently the events of the night before rushed back to him at that moment, as he froze in mid-yawn before jolting ridged and beginning a string of words and possibly sentences that made little sense to Harry.

"Will… Will! … WILLIAM!" Harry bellowed and managed to quell the boy into silence. Taking the boy's head he began to further probe the wound. "Now start again... Slowly."

"The pirates… they took Miss Swan... OWE!" Will hissed in pain at Harry's doctoring.

"Stop moving..." Harry murmured as he concentrated on the task at hand. Head wounds were bad enough without a constantly moving patient. "Miss Swan would be the governor's daughter, correct? - Use your words!" the last statement coming out warningly at the preemptive of Will's nod.

"Yes." Will answered hastily, his fear at the motherly scorning he was receiving almost dominating his fear for Elizabeth. Almost.

"Since she was the only hostage taken I imagine that she was taken only for ransom purposes, which I have no doubt that her father will have no qualms paying." Harry quickly finished healing the wound to the best of his ability. It was little more then a minor concussion and a goose egg of a bump but it was better safe then sorry in these primitive times.

With two pats on the head Harry stood and allowed the boy to examine his (for the most part) healed wound. Will looked at him in amazement, "H-how... Wh-?"

"Don't drink any alcohol for the next few days and avoid any whacks on the back of the head for a while." Harry ordered as he stepped out of the room and began gathering his effects.

Will leaped to his feet only to be brought back to his seat by the wave of dizziness. "Don't do that either." Will looked up to see Harry smirking from the doorway.

"You're leaving?" Will couldn't hide the disappointment in his voice.

"Things to do, pirates to save, et cetera, et cetera." Harry smiled in a way that left a knot in Will's throat.

"Where will you go once you save your husband?" Will asked his voice tightening.

"We're going after Jack's ship, the Black Pearl." Harry answered with a sigh, "After that, who knows."

"Will I ever see you again?" Will's voice was soft and he couldn't help feel like he was leaving England all over again. The sense of wonder and mysticism that Harry brought about in him, reminded Will of the shores of his beloved England and now that connection to his childhood memories was leaving.

"I have no doubt that we shall meet again." Harry gave a soft smile to the lonely boy.

Will looked up at this statement in surprise. "How can you be so sure?" his face wrinkled with confusion.

"I have my ways." Harry answered with a wink and then, with a swish of clothing, he was gone.

Will held his head in his hands as he gathered himself. He took a deep breath in and out before he came to his affirmation. He was a blacksmith. He was in love with the governor's daughter, who was currently in the hands of nefarious pirates. His first course of action should be to make sure that she would be all right.

It was strange to him to feel so lost without a person who he hardly knew, and had only met a few hours before. His mind flashed back to that day when he had first met Elizabeth, and he remembered how tight his chest would feel whenever she left his side…

He tried once more to take a deep breath and found that he couldn't, his chest hurt so badly in that moment, that for a second, Will thought he was going to pass out. He managed a few shallow breaths before the pressure slowly began to unwind and after a moment he was breathing in deep gulps of air. He waited until his heart had resumed it's normal pace, trying his hardest to not think about what had just happened… and what it meant…

Taking one last deep breath, as though to assure himself that the tightness really was gone, he shook off the thought and slowly rose to his feet, as per instructed, and walked out onto the streets' of post-raid Port Royal. blatantly ignoring the steady ache that remained in his chest.

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It wasn't long before Will spotted the newly appointed Commodore, and Governor Swan. Something was off though, judging by the Governor's pacing, Elizabeth hadn't been returned... Bust they were just standing there! What was wrong with them, they should be doing something!

Angrily, Will strode forward, "What is being done to return Elizabeth?" he demanded.

"Mr. Murtogg, remove this man." The Commodore didn't even look up from his examination of the maps in front of him.

"Why aren't you doing anything?!" Will demanded. His hands curled into fists as he resisted the urge to hit the surrounding officers, or better yet, the Commodore.

"And what, do you purpose, should we be doing?" Governor Swan demanded with shaky words filled with worry. "If you know anything about the whereabouts of my daughter, please share it!"

"There's been no ransom note?" Will questioned, that knot retying itself in his stomach. "No word at all from the kidnappers."

The Governor scoffed and continued his pacing causing will to feel about three inches tall. The Commodore glared at Will but remained silent as well returning his attention to the maps before him.

"Jack Sparrow-" Murtogg started nervously looking to Mullroy for assurance to continue and upon receiving none, remaining silent.

"What about Jack Sparrow?" Will turned to the two guards.

"He… He talked about The Black Pearl…" He finished hesitantly.

"What does Jack Sparrow's ship-" suddenly he remembered where he had heard of The Black Pearl before Harry's mention of it. Legends and stories told of a ship that had been attacking settlements and vessels for the past ten years. A ship with a curse that damned all those who sighted it.

"The ship that attacked last night... that was The Black Pearl?" Will looked into his fellow's eyes and with no words of denial; he knew what he had to do.

And without another word he turned and ran...

...Heading in the direction of the fort...

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Harry cursed as his 'point me' spell was once again thwarted by a dead end. He felt like he had been wandering around this damn maze of a fortress for hours and he was beginning to feel the edges of exhaustion creeping up on him.

Finding himself back at the foot of the stairs that had lead him down hours before, Harry groaned and slumped against the wall allowing his twitching muscles the chance to rest. The past five years had done wonders for his magical stamina and just about destroyed his bodies endurance, stamina and most of his muscle mass.

Tilting his head back and allowing it to rest on the cold stone behind him, Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Attempting to think positively, he opened his eyes just in time to see the blacksmith boy trip right over his legs, which were obstructing the hallway, and fall head over heels into a heap.

"William?!" Harry stood and quickly disabled his notice-me-not charm. "Are you alright? Did you hit your head again?"

Harry hovered for a moment doing a quick cranial scan, which showed no further damage then took a swing at the boy's arm. "What the bloody hell are you doing here?! You should be taking it easy, not dashing through dungeons!"

Will lowered his head like a child properly scorned, rubbing his sore shoulder, before he remembered why he was rushing in the first place. "Harry-The Black Pearl—The pirates-Elizabeth!" and once again his words slurred into a tunnel of nonsense.

"WILLIAM!" Harry was starting to feel like a parent for Merlin's sake! How this boy managed to get this far in the world, Harry could only wonder.

Will closed his eyes and took a deep breath as previously instructed before beginning again, "The pirates that attacked last night are the ones that you will be going after!"

Harry tilted his head and nodded, "Yes, so? Why does that concern you?"

Will opened his mouth to answer but then realized that, well, it didn't… an answer though was needed and after a moment of thinking, "Elizabeth... The pirates have sailed off with her and no ransom was sent... So... So since you are going after The Black Pearl... I want to go too..." the answer sounded weak even to him.

Harry shook his head and sighed for what felt like the millionth time that day before shaking his head, "Fine, first we have to find Jack."

Will jumped to his feet, "Right, the cells are just down this way-" Harry rose slowly beside him, clutching the wall to keep his knees from buckling. "-Are you alright?"

"I'll be fine." Harry waved the boy off before taking his first step forward only to have his standing leg crumple beneath him.

It was only Will's quick reflexes that keep him from falling to the floor. "You and your legs don't seem to be in agreement." Will protested.

"Just hush and help me." Harry snapped, "And never mention this... Ever..." Will nodded reassuringly and slowly they began to make their way towards Jack's cell.

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End Chapter Eight