Harry Potter and the Pirates of the Caribbean
Rating: This Chapter is PG, however the overall fic is PG-13. Enjoy.
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Chapter 3: Port Royal
The next few days went by rather smoothly. Sirius kept his promise and ignored Jack's advances, much to Jack's displeasure. The work became easier for Harry, he was keeping up with the rigging of the ropes and didn't mind taking the orders as much anymore.
The only thing that didn't dissipate was Harry's seasickness. He found himself having to take breaks every hour or two to calm it down. He'd go into the barracks and sit for a few minutes. Once his queasiness subsided he'd hurry back out and rejoin the crew.
Gibbs, one of Jack's crewmen, had taken Harry under his wing. He was amused with Harry horrid lack of skills. The pirate pulled the boy aside the third night of their trip and taught Harry a few things. Namely, how to properly use a compass, how to do a few essential rope knots, and gave him a tour of the cannons below the decks.
On the fourth day, they made their way within view of Port Royal.
"Okay, boys! Listen up! Black, Harry, and I are going to Port Royal for the next day or so. If the Pearl is seen, you are to make haste to Tortuga and pick us up in two weeks time on the other side of the island. Besides that, keep at this distance at all time while we are gone," Jack said, walking back and forth in front of his crew. The men saluted their captain and went back to doing what they had been before Jack called their attention.
Sirius hopped on the small rowboat and helped Harry on, who seemed to almost trip when he was walking from the Pearl. Jack bounded onto it with a grin and a swig of rum. He stood straight and pointed at the island in their midst as they were rolled down into the water by two crewmen above them.
There was little chit-chat on the way to Port Royal. There was talk about the location of the fortune-teller and the name of the man Jack was here to see. A man by the name of Will Turner.
"Will Turner? Who is he, might I ask?" Harry said with slight interest. He would rather see the conversation continue then just paddle on in silence.
"Ah, yes. Will. Met him on expedition I had in Port Royal about a year ago. Was on the run from the law at the time. Haha, tried to best me in a sword duel.. But, I am Captain Jack Sparrow, so it didn't exactly work for him," the captain said with a chuckle.
"Anyway, we went on this journey to reclaim the Pearl. We got a little close, and he agreed to be my first mate, if you catch my drift. We continued these meeting for awhile, but he was also interested in some girl. Not that this girl could compare to me, mind you. He stayed with her for a while and had to come find me. Apparently, I got them in a little trouble," the pirate laid back in the boat, making himself comfortable. "In any case, he had to come back to end his engagement to this woman. I'm just coming to get him."
They made it to the docks a few minutes later. Jack paid the man to dock his rowboat, and stole the rest of his money as he walked by. Harry was amused by this.
"Okay, chaps. I will lead you to the fortune tellers. It's on the way to the blacksmith's shop anyhow." Jack said, passing by a few pedestrians.
Harry nodded. He looked around. Port Royal was nothing like Tortuga. It looked like the colonial pictures he had seen of the American colonies. The area was small and quaint. Harry felt out of place worse here then he did in Tortuga. Everyone seemed to be wearing white, powdered wigs and fop-ish outfits. Harry looked down at his untidy robes. He almost wanted to buy some new clothing, but his money situation wouldn't allow him. Maybe he could nab some money from some of the fops around him.
"Alright, here we are," Jack said as he held out his arms to a small, quaint building to the side of the small town. "Madam Rachelle will be in there to help you, just tell'er Jack sent you."
"Why don't you come in with us?" Harry wondered briefly.
"Ah, Couldn't possibly. Must go meet with Will. Can't be late," the Captain said as he hurried away.
"Odd fellow," Sirius muttered with a smirk as he opened the door for the two.
The walked into the small house, which was dimly lit. Harry noticed immediately that it's interior lacked the same charm that its outside had. It's walls were covered with what appeared to be newsprint and there several stuffed birds hanging from the roof. The tables were cluttered with what appeared to be jars of assorted spices and extremely large candles. The young wizard felt a chill run up his spine.
"Might I ask what you two are doing just walking into my home without the proper greeting?"
Sirius and Harry spun around quickly, seeing a young woman with riveting, curly chocolate hair. She stood almost as tall as Harry, and was wearing a somewhat tattered floral print dress. She was defiantly older than Harry was, but she wasn't as old as Sirius either. She appeared to be at least mid-twenties. Harry gave a slight sigh.
"Pardon our intrusion, ma'am, but are you Madam Rachelle?" Sirius asked, walking up the young woman.
"Yes, I am. Who sent you?" she asked, looking suspiciously at the two wizards.
"Ah, Captain Sparrow said you would be able to help us." Harry said, joining his godfather.
The woman's lip curled slightly, "Jack Sparrow? He's here? What business could he possibly have at Port Royal? He should be burning in Hell."
Harry gave a slight chuckle, "I agree, hands down. However, we are part of his crew, and he said you can help us."
"Help with what?" She asked, moving away from the two, sitting down in front of a small fire, stirring a few things together in a large cauldron.
"Well, My godfather and I are wizards. We're not from this time period, we're from the future. We fell through a veil and we awoke here and we don't remember much." Harry said, approaching the woman again.
"Wizards? Pretty cheeky wizards just to walk up and admit it. Wizards are usually pretty secretive. It's in their laws. Not supposed to tell Muggles about their existence." The woman folded her arms, giving a look of skepticism.
"Muggles?" Harry said questionably, "What are Muggles?"
"You really don't remember much. Either that or you're not wizards. You look like them, you're wearing the English school robes. Do you have any proof that you are?"
"Um, why yes. We have wands," Harry muttered as he reached into his cloak and retrieved the long stick in the breast pocket.
The woman quickly unfolded her arms and snatched away the wand to check it over. "Ollivander's.." she muttered softly, handing it back. "You
"Are you a wizard, Madam?" Sirius asked, taking a seat next to the fireplace.
"Me? Goodness no! I'm a squib," she looked at them and saw quickly they didn't know what she was speaking of, "I'm from a magical family, but I can't do magic. I can piece together some potions, but that's about it."
Harry nodded slowly. "I'm sure you do have some abilities, but do you know of any wizards around here?" he asked softly, watching Madam Rachelle pull a spoon full of whatever was in the pot to her mouth, taking a quick sip.
"Ah, a good question, indeed," she said softly, placing the spoon on the table next to her. "You see, if there are any wizards around here, they keep it hidden. Like I said, it's against their law to tell Muggles. They can get in a lot of trouble for it."
"What are these Muggles you keep speaking of?" Sirius asked, raising a hand to stroke his short facial hair.
"Muggles. They're non-magical folk." The woman stood and straightened her clothes, pulling her skirt down to make sure it was past her ankles.
"Let me think.. I haven't spoken with any wizards since I left England ten years ago. However, I have heard rumors of a kind of Methuselah. His real name is Nicholas Flamel. He's an Alchemist from France. He allegedly created something called the Philosopher's Stone and achieved immortality. Anyway, there are rumors that he now lives in Haiti."
"Haiti? Is that close to here?" Harry asked anxiously.
"Hmm, it's nearby. At least a week by ship," Madam Rachelle murmured. Harry looked at the woman, she seems to be concentrated on something else.
"Um, Madam, I was wondering... Is there a reason why my godfather and I don't remember who we are? Do you know of anything?" Harry asked after a moment.
"Well, there are memory charms. They alter your thoughts and memories. Perhaps that could be it?" She said loftily, turning her attention to the bookshelf behind her. She skimmed them quickly before pulling on out.
"Ah, here we are," she said as she seemingly parted a book in the middle, "'There are several kind of memory charms in use today. Some are used to protect the world of Wizardry, to keep our world safe from Muggles. They can also be used against Criminals to stop them from committing serial offences. Others are used by dark Wizards in underhanded schemes. Memory charms should never be used in non-ministry accepted ways.' It continues with a bunch of examples for using them, it doesn't actually list any spells or how to undo them sadly," she said, shutting the book and placing it back onto her shelf.
"Memory charms? Definitely sounds like that could be the problem, eh, Harry?" Sirius said, turning to Harry, who was now looking intently at Madam Rachelle's literary collection.
Harry pulled his attention away from the book for a moment, "Yeah, that definitely sounds correct.. But, not only did we forget, we left out own time. When we fell through this veil, we left our time period. I don't even remember what the hell we were doing before hand, either." Harry quickly glanced back at the book shelf, "Madam Rachelle, where did you acquire all of these books? It's fascinating!"
"These were old text book of my siblings. Like I said, I come from a Wizarding family. Out of my seven siblings, I was the only squib. I came here to live with my grandparents. They have since died, so I live here as the village Fortune Teller. I seem pretty nifty with tarot cards and I know my spices," she said with a shrug. "Feel free to read what you'd like, but don't leave with any of these books. They're the only copies could ever hope to get my hands on."
Harry nodded slowly, glancing over the titles. Once satisfied with a few choice books, he sat down on the small wooden chair next to the case.
"You spoke that your siblings went to a Wizarding school.. What was the name of it?" Sirius asked in earnest. He was learning loads from this woman and wanted to make use of all their conversation.
"Hogwarts. They went to Hogwarts. The boy is wearing a robe from there. There are at least three famous schools in Europe: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. Hogwarts is a British school, Beauxbatons is French, and Durmstrang is somewhere around Russia, I believe. If you went to any Wizard school, it was most likely Hogwarts. Unless in this mad future you speak of it's not called that anymore."
"Mad future? Do you not believe us?" Harry said incredulously, shutting the book he had in his lap rather loudly.
"I never once said that, dear. Look now, I've let you come into my home believing you to do no harm, I've taken you both at face value. I don't even know your names. I've just never heard of one falling through a veil and falling into the past. Not only that, you've forgotten who you are. I assume you both remember your names," Madam Rachelle said in a calm, quiet voice.
"I apologize for his rudeness. My name is Sirius Black and my godchild is Harry Potter," Sirius said with a smile, standing only to bow for her and again taking his seat.
"Black? Potter? Those are two of the five biggest pureblood families in England! Are you both truly whom claim you are?" she asked in slight disbelief.
Sirius nodded, "As far as I know, I am Sirius Black. Pureblood? Not sure what that means. Could you please tell me?"
"Pureblood. Both of your parents were Wizard born. My father is a pureblood, a Prewette, and my mother is a Half-blood, one from born from one Muggle parent and one Wizard parent. It's not important for me to know, just mere curiosity"
"I haven't a clue, and Harry does not remember who is parents are either," Sirius said, slightly dejectedly.
"Well, I personally believe that if you two want help to get your memories back, you need to speak with a real Wizard. One with a lot of experience. Nicholas Flamel is at least four hundred years old, so he just might know a way to help you. It's worth a shot. Go to Haiti and look for him. He would be located in the Underground, if there is one. And for goodness sake, find some different garb then these robes. You may make other's suspicious. There are those out there that like the dabble in things they have no business in and a few wizards with amnesia are perfect targets. Stay in incognito."
A loud garble sound arose from the large wrought iron pot over the flames and Madam Rachelle quickly grabbed her large spoon and attacked at the concoction with several rough stirs.
Once she finished, she gave a sigh and looked at the two gawking wizards, "I have some money to spare for new garments. Don't say 'no' or argue, you need it more than I. You are welcome to stay here and read as well. However, don't stay too late. Captain Sparrow won't bother picking you up before setting out. Must've had to bite a bullet just to conjure the thought to send you two to me." Rachelle gave a scoff.
Harry gave a smirk. Dear Captain Sparrow apparently did not make many allies. However, this hypothesis is based clearly on what Harry knows about him and pirates in general.
"The captain said we were going to be here for a few days. Two, I believe, and that should give us sufficient time to give a quick look-see through these books. Do any of them actually have spells in them?" Harry asked, flipping through the books. He remembered that his textbooks did list spells and potion ingredients in them.
"Yes, there are several that do. There's Charms book from my oldest brother has many elementary spells. Was much older than I and didn't think a squib needed a magic book, but I got it from him right before I left. My other siblings were much more generous. It's good to be the baby of the family. I have almost an entire library of Hogwarts lessons."
Madam Rachelle peered back over to her quaint library and pulled out the Charms book she had mentioned. She opened it and quickly skimmed through, "Yes, there are levitation spells—" She shut the book and handed it to Harry, who opened it to the first page with italic words.
"Wingardian Leviosa?" Harry murmured aloud. He looked up from the book and pulled out his wand. He pointed it over at the last book he had gone through. He cleared his throat and said the spell as loud and clear as he could.
"Wingardian Leviosa!" and to his amazement, he watched the book float into the air. "It's working!" He heard Sirius cry as Harry moved his wand from side to side, the book following its movement.
The next three hours were spent pouring through the books and testing the spells. Harry learned how to disarm another wizard with a spell called ' Expelliarmus,' and Sirius learned how to unlock locks with one, 'Alohomora'.
Madam Rachelle during this had finished making whatever was in the pot, a thick green substance. Harry asked out of curiosity and was told that it was a potion to put on plants to ensure a good harvest. She told him that she was constantly making this potion due to the fact there was a nearby farming island that had no luck growing things until they tried the concoction and after a plentiful harvest, it caught on fast.
"All it is a growing potion mixed with a vitamin supplement. It work fantastically. I get people from all over the Caribbean here to get it. I've even gotten people from as faraway as Georgia in the United States. I'll really be in the money if I ever found something that ensured a healthy flock. The only problem with it is that in the beginning it requires a high intensity flame that almost always burns me. It's why all my clothing is tattered and singed. I may not be able to perform magic, but I can definitely throw together from good potions."
By the time it was dark, the young, brunette woman had filled close to twenty bottles with the sickly, green fluid.
"I hope the books are helpful boys, nonetheless, it's getting dark, you may want to go find Jack before he leaves you behind."
"He won't leave us. We're the ones who rowed him here," Harry said with a chuckle.
"Nah, don't be dafted. He'd leave you in a minute if he were in trouble. He certainly did me." Rachelle said no more on the subject and turned her attention back to a potions book on the table beside her.
Harry and Sirius read long into the night. Madam Rachelle had told them she was going to bed around nine, as was Harry's guess. It was around Midnight when the door to Madam Rachelle's home flew open, several sounds of animals rummaging around on the property came in with it. Behind it, a sour faced Jack Sparrow, obviously very drunk with a bottle in his hand.
"Come along, boys. We're leaving. Right now. Get to the boat," he said with a hiccup.
"Where's your friend?" Harry asked curiously, walking close to look behind him.
Jack growled and grabbed Harry by the collar and shoved him into the door, "Don't you mention him. No one is to mention him anymore.
"Sparrow!" an angry Sirius said, pulling him off his godson. "Don't touch him," he seethed through clenched teeth. His fingers flexed tightly around the pirates and shoved him roughly away.
Jack caught himself on a chair sitting beside the door. He rolled his eyes and held a hand up to Sirius's face in a drunken lull, "A thousand apologies. Come on you lot, we need to go. The soldiers will soon be after me and if you're caught, they'll lock you up and hang you in the gallows."
"We can't leave yet.. We're learning so much from Madam Rachelle. She has spell book and everything," Harry said, picking up a book and handing it to him.
The pirate didn't even glance at the book, just threw it to the side. "Take whatever you want, let's just get out of here. Captain's orders.
Harry heaved a sigh, "Fine. Let's leave.. Leave her things here, she has been a great help, and it would be wrong to take her books. We'll pick up new clothing on our next stop." Sirius nodded and followed his godson out the door.
Jack shrugged and walked into the house, straight into one of the many stuffed animals, "Bugger.." He walked over to the stack of books that the two wizards had laid out, "Is Rachelle a witch, then?" he asked with a slur, flipping through one of the books.
"It's none of your business, you lush. Put the book down," Harry said annoyed.
"I think perhaps you should take one with you, love. Never know, you two may need consult it."
"Accio book!" Harry yelled finally. The book jerked away from Jack's hands and flew to Harry. The young wizard then walked over to the shelf and placed the book in it.
"We are not taking her things. You don't bite the hand that feeds you, Captain. She was a very good help and gave us advice on what to do next," Harry said crossing his arms and shifting his eyes at the drunken man.
"Oh, yeah? And what is that?" Jack said, then taking a swig from the brown bottle in his hand.
"She said it would be wise to go to Haiti and find Nicholas Flamel, and I humbly ask you to comply," Sirius spoke up, walking up to the drunken man who was leaning against the bookshelf.
"Oh? Really? Well, I'll consider it if we leave." The pirate hiccuped again and shuffled out of the house.
Harry looked to his godfather. "Come on, Sirius.. Let's go.." Harry walked through the door, followed by Sirius, who shut the door behind them.
The two followed Jack back to the docks, who was doing a lot of angry muttering that the two could not understand. They saw he was tripping over his feet. This gave a chuckle to Harry, as he was not too fond of the man at the moment. However, the chuckle abruptly ended when Jack fell face first into the boat.
Sirius gave a roll of the eyes and helped situate the man in the boat. He then helped Harry back into the boat, and got in himself.
The two wizards began to row out into the ocean. Since it was dark, they were having a rather hard time finding the Black Pearl. They attempted to use their wands to light the way, but it gave little help, and there were no lanterns in the small row boat. Their captain had long since fallen asleep with the rum bottle in his hand.
To Be Continued...
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