I don't have much to say except I still own nothing no matter how many times I wish upon a star.

The People You Meet in London

It was getting late and London was becoming more silent. Harry had to find a place to stay so he could wrap his head around the still scary change. Harry began searching for an inn to reside in and eventually found one by the river Thames. The Salty Dog, it was called, which was fitting for its inhabitants all seemed to be pirates. Harry quickly avoided the intoxicated cheers of the reeking men and made his way to the counter. He stood at the counter waiting for a man who was cleaning a glass.

"Excuse me." Harry said in the biggest voice he could muster.

The man then put the glass down, turned around and stood before Harry. Standing there was man who was tall, burly, wearing a big sleeveless vest, and had more white hair on his face then his head which seemed to be receding. He had a short beard that was mostly white but with shades of black around the lips, also a short crooked nose that looked to be shaped from a punch. The man was taller then most men for the time for he was about 6 foot 7 feet high. His muscles clearly bulged out from his arm, his hands huge and looked like they could choke a shark. Finally his eyes that were the darkest brown, they had a dangerous look about them that said he's killed people before which made Harry want to get this over with just as fast as possible. The man looked at Harry with an emotionless face, and eyes that looked as if they were almost studying Harry.

"The hell do you want?" he said in a voice that was graveled by a copious amount of rum. Harry swallowing his fear said "I would like to have a room for one night." in an uncertain voice. The man's expression did not change from his studying glare. He then leaned on the counter and said.

"How old are you boy?" he asked. Harry thinking "crap" quickly responded. "W-what's it to you!" he said trying unsuccessfully to sound tough. The man just softly chuckled in an unsettling way.

"Does it matter?" Harry said losing much needed confidence.

"No" said the man reaching for a bottle of rum on the counter. "No it doesn't, not as long as you still pay." he said and then took a long swig from the bottle. Harry watched with unease as rum tricked down the man's short beard, the man then put down the bottle and wiped the rum from his beard. "Good." Harry said. He then reached in his pockets and pulled out a big handful of coins and dropped them on the counter. The loud clatter of coins drew the attention of everyone in the inn. Harry looked around with nervousness in his eyes realizing that everyone else's eyes were on him. Harry then turned his head back to the man quickly.

"Is that enough?" Harry asked. The man looked at the pile of coins and drew them close to him. "Yes" he said in an accepting voice. Then putting the coins under the counter, he looked toward the watching eyes of the other inhabitants of the bar and said

"Get back to your business!" he shouted. Everyone, as if fearing otherwise, continued chatting about their rotten lives. Someone even started playing a fiddle to liven things up. The man then handed Harry a key and said "Welcome to The Salty Dog, I'm Dawg the owner. Your room is upstairs. It's the third door on the left. But before you go, listen. If you keep to yourself that's fine with me, but if you toy with me boy, I'll rip your heart out and show it to you before you meet God. Do you understand me?" Looking like he could do it before Harry could draw his wand, Harry quickly nodded and made his way to the room.

When he entered the room, Harry looked around to inspect. It was small but accommodating. There was just a wooden bed with a mattress, a lamp hanging above it and a window that only viewed the stone wall to the other building and the alley below. Harry then thought, why have the window in the first place, but pushed it to the back of his head because it was the least of his problems right now. He took his dirty jacket off and promptly crashed on the thin mattress. Harry had a long day and if he hadn't found that silver coin and used a multiplying charm on it he would have been sleeping on the streets. He then remembered the event's leading up to the time travel incident. The return to Hogwarts, the battle, the death of Snape, the forest, the limbo state, the final duel, all leading up to nothing. "Hopefully they are able to go on without me." Harry thought before closing his eyes for much needed sleep.

The Salty Dog became livelier and rowdy after some wenches arrived looking for men. There were cheers, drinking, and plenty of music. The only one who wasn't participating in the merriment was the inn's owner, Dawg. People often wondered why he was named after an animal. Truth be told he came up with that name himself because he didn't like his old name. No one alive today knew his real name so people just called him what he named himself. Dawg mostly stayed behind the counter and didn't talk much unless he was spoken to. Dawg had a lot to think about for he lead a violent life. Dawg was a pirate, more specifically the captain of the pirate ship The Dragon's Grail, which had seen its fair share of pillaging and death. Dawg was known throughout the seas as a fast killer, always making death of his foes quick as possible. Mostly he used a pistol but when that was not an option he was most efficient with his huge cutlass known for it's serrated edge. Whenever he was not robbing ships, he would come to London and run his bar while his crew was splitting up the money they got from ships. When he was gone pirating, he'd pay trusting people he knew to run the place in his absence. Most people say he killed the previous owner to get the inn, but Dawg actually got the inn from the owner in a game of 5-finger fillet. Tonight he and his men were back from robbing a French trade galleon and they were dividing up the loot at a large table. Dawg was never at the table during the division because both he and his crew knew that if he didn't get his cut or someone got too much, there'd be hell to pay.

As Dawg was sharpening one of his knifes, Harry came from his room unable to sleep and leaned on the balcony overlooking the whole in. Just then the doors opened and a couple of men came in lead by a very recognizable man. All of the scurvy inhabitants stopped whatever they were doing and gave surprised looks. Harry looked down and knew these men were trouble. Dawg looked up to see what the sudden silence was about and then he saw the leader of the group. His eye's narrowed and his face turned to a nasty snarl he then said coldly, "Son of a bitch." The leader of the group came walking in with a strange walk, as if he was drunk but not stumbling around with arms bent upward from his elbows. The strange man paused and leaned backwards just a bit and looked around the inn until he spotted Dawg. He walked up to Dawg in a very strange manner and said nothing. Dawg then said a name to which it would seem he had much distain for, "Jack Sparrow." The man picked up the bottle Dawg had on his counter, took a drink and said, "That's Captain Jack Sparrow."