1Harry Potter and the Pirates of the Caribbean
Rating: PG-13; Why? Because there is some language and a little more Boys kissing boys. Hey, it is a Jack/Harry isn't it?
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I've been doing a lot of work with this story plot wise. I still haven't thought of an ending. I don't want a gay cliche ending, I want something interesting. I've planned out the next three, four chapters. It's planned out until after the meeting with Nicholas Flamel, but not much more. I decided to take some liberties with his character as well. There is no HP Cannon for his character (all you really know is that he was an old man that has the Sorcerer's Stone), so I can mold his personalities to my liking. Same with the properties of the Sorcerer's Stone. Can it do more than just give people immortality?
Well, I need the shut up and start the story, no more spoilers.
Chapter 5- The Mirror
Harry awoke the next morning feeling rather sick. He remembered he spent the rest of the day drinking himself under the table after Jack had kissed him. What a wonderful way to spend the rest of his day, drunk as a skunk.
That's right. The Captain had kissed him. Harry nearly got sick thinking about it. Well, it was either the thought that made him sick or all of that ill-begotten rum he had drank the night before.
Rum. What foul drink. Harry swore to himself that he'd never touch the drink again, no matter what Jack did to him. No matter how many drunken kisses he got, he'd use the best of his abilities to stay away from that awful drink.
He got off the hammock slowly, he didn't exactly remember crawling into bed the night before. Perhaps Sirius put him to bed when he passed out.
The only thing that was sure to the boy was the throbbing headache he had.
His eyes squeezed shut as the sun's bright light flooded onto his person. He held a hand quickly up to his eyes. This action only worked for a moment. He needed to see what was going on and covering them wasn't going to help.
"Harry!" Harry's hand automatically jerked away from his face to see who was calling his name. He winced audibly when the flooded onto his face as he saw the outline of Sirius traipsing over.
"Harry, we're to make port at some island tomorrow to get supplies. Jack is going to let us stay the night. He says it takes a while for the tailors to get us the clothes and he believes that we shouldn't wear our cloaks anymore. He wants to look like we're just two stupid muggles."
Harry nodded his head slowly. Jack was worried about their safety? He supposed that Jack was in a race to get their memories back, considering Adele was there to kill him. Were He and Sirius his only line of defense?
"Oy! Harry!" Harry rolled his eyes and turned to see where the voice was coming from. He saw Gibbs standing there with a bottle of water. The man walked over and handed Harry the glass.
"You look terrible, boy. Drink this. Now, we're going to set you to work the nets. Since we're low on food, tonight we're to be catching some fish. Now, I'm going to show how to do this. You'll be working with MacCarthy and Cotton. Just be wary of the parrot," Gibbs mused, guiding Harry over to the two men that were messing with the net.
The rest of the day was spent putting the nets into the water. There was a small break between catches. Harry used this break to stay as far away from Jack as possible. He didn't know what to do about the kiss. It's not like he was gay, which he certainly wasn't. It was the fact that Jack had surprised him with the kiss.
Harry gave a deep breath. He needed to sort out his thoughts on the subject. He didn't hate the man for kissing, but that didn't mean he wanted the man to do it again. He more or less chalked it up to the man being drunk and hurt by the other man. That certainly didn't make it any less of a surprise. He furled his brow in thought.
How did Jack feel about him? Was it just something he did when he was drunk? When his senses were numbed and felt like nothing had any repercussions? Or were there some feelings behind it? Haha, maybe he was just a woman with a penis, thinking so deeply into all of this.
"'Arry! Back over here, boy! It be time to pull the nets back up!" he heard Buck'n Bill yell across from his little perch among the crates and barrels.
Harry hopped down and made his was over to help the men. He heard the Parrot squawk some nonsense, but had not gotten the hang of translating the bird's words to understanding Cotton. He saw translating the bird to be very tedious. How did he get the bird to speak for him in the first place? Was it possibly magicked into being the voice of the man?
"Ah! It be a fine catch! It should hold the crew for tonight and the next morning. Now, let's get these to the men downstairs to they can cook it up!" Buck'n Bill said happily as he took a net of fish over his shoulder. Harry and Cotton repeated his action and the three men walked into a room on the starboard side to a kind of make-shift kitchen.
Harry finished his work and spent the rest of the day helping Sirius with the work he had been assigned. Sirius's work was more difficult then just catching fish. Sirius was made to move things around and make room for the new supplies while Gibbs made a list of everything the needed.
"Harry, could you set that box of candles against the wall over there," Sirius said, pointing at a medium sized crate across from him.
Harry nodded and picked up the box and carried it over. The dark brown crate was rather heavy for just a box of candles, and he never once saw them used. He only ever saw the men use kerosene lamps. It was not his problem, however. If they wanted to load the ship with seemingly useless things, more power to them.
"Well, it appears that we only need oil, food, water, and a few writing supplies," Gibbs said as he finished scribbling on the piece of parchment he had in his hand.
"How long will it be before we stop after tomorrow?" Harry asked curiously, dropping the box on the floor.
"Prob'bly not 'til we get to Haiti. The Captain seems to be in a fit to get there, and it has something to do with you two men. Running from Black Death Adele to Haiti be not the greatest plan. Haiti be full of French pirates that support Adele. Damn spineless French tarts. Its almost a death trap for the Captain, especially if word has gotten around that the Black Death wants Jack Sparrow. He must have one damn good reason to be going there," Gibbs said, folding the list and placing it in his pocket.
Harry didn't reply to the man. There was nothing else to say. It just answered his question. He and Sirius were his last line of defense. He must desperate if he were to use two amnesiac wizards to protect his life.. And if Jack had that much trust in them then he would return the favor. He'd have faith in the Captain to get his memories back.
That night, during dinner, Harry was forced to sit next to the Captain. He didn't really want to, but the Captain has insisted on it. Sirius and Harry were to be his right hand men whether or not they remembered any magic to help him.
"Are you hot, boy?" Harry glanced over at Captain Sparrow, who had just taken a bite of fish and was washing it down with a large drink of rum.
"No, why do you ask?" Harry asked curiously. He knew exactly what the man was asking about. He had been blushing heavily since he sat down. He may not have liked the kiss, but it still embarrassed him to be sitting next to the man that did the deed.
"You're face is red as a tomato. Probably sunburned. Your skin is so pale. It's like you've never spent more then an hour outside in your life. Do you British never go outside?" Jack asked, taking another bite.
Harry thought for a moment. How much time did he ever spend outside? He had a few flashed of him in a forest, on some kind of playing field holding a broom, walking down a street.
"I'm not sure," Harry answered finally, quiet and shakily.
Jack chuckled, "Well, it's either sunburn or you're blushing mighty hard. Do you have your eye on someone at the table? The strapping, handsome Captain, perhaps?"
Harry's eyes widened, the color flooding from his face, "W-what? You don't remember? You should know why I'm red!"
"Ah! So it is that you're attracted to me! How adorable" Jack chuckled loudly, many heads turning.
Sirius saw that Harry was beginning to get frustrated and decided to step in. "Jack, now don't poke fun at him. He seems to have nothing more then a sunburn. Looks like he'll be fine and probably doesn't feel like having fun poked at him," he said in he best mood he could conjure.
The Captain turned from Sirius, giving a manly, mischievous grin to Harry, "Very well. I shall leave you to your pining."
'Did Captain Sparrow really not remember? Or is he just playing with me?' Harry wondered, almost hurt.
Harry shook his head. No, he wasn't going to let this bother him. If he didn't remember, all the better. It wouldn't cause a problem for later, and that would make things simpler later. He could pass back without anything lingering on his mind. And if he were playing with him, he'd have to physically harm the man a bit later on.
After a mighty meal of fish and rum, Sirius and Harry were getting ready for bed. It had become a bit of a custom to play a few games of craps, poker, or rummy. Each man had the game he was best at and it would definitely depend on the night to see if you won or not. Well, and who would cheat and be caught as well.
Once the games were over, Harry watched Sirius pull on his cloak. Harry followed his action. There was a bit of a draft in the room this night.
"Harry.. Don't go to sleep. I need to talk to you about something," Harry heard Sirius whisper just loud enough from him. "Meet me on deck in about twenty minutes."
Harry nodded, a bit disappointed that he wouldn't get to go to sleep just yet. He was incredibly tired for some unknown reason. However, he was much more interested in what Sirius needed to tell him and being on deck would ensure them more privacy rather then talking amongst a bunch of pirates.
The time seemed to take forever. He ran several theories in his mind. Perhaps he had saw the Captain kiss him? Maybe the Captain told him something that was important information to pass along? How come all of his theories had to do with the Captain?
Harry shook his head and saw Sirius had already left the room. Harry hopped up and slid out of the room of snoring men that had quickly fallen asleep.
Harry walked over to Sirius, who was standing next to the railing, looking down at the ocean. He gave a peek up the crow's nest and once he was satisfied that the man keeping watch could not hear them, he gave a sigh and proceeded to talk.
"Last night, I went to put you and our things up after you passed out. Once I had you in the hammock, covered with you cloak, I was about to do the same with me. It was rather late and I was pretty tired myself. I pulled my wand out from my back pocket and was going to stick it in a pocket inside the cloak. When I reached in, I felt something I hadn't before."
Harry gave the man a curious look, "Did you find something?"
"That I did. I found something that looked like a sealed pocket. I wasn't sure that's what it was, but definitely looked like the other pockets I had, only sealed. At any rate, I tried to get it open. Fiddled with it for quite a while, actually. Then I thought about that spell we learned that opened locked doors. It wasn't exactly for the same thing, but I figured I'd give it a shot." Sirius said, leaning on the railing now.
Harry almost felt his heart skip a beat, "Did it work?"
"Not exactly.. I suppose that spell is just for doors or locks, but after a few tries, I got speckle angry and took a knife to it."
Harry felt himself pale and couldn't help chuckling, "Well, what was in it?"
"This," Sirius said, reaching a hand into his and pulling out a small. dark-colored, square object that fit into the palm of his hand. He handed it to Harry, who quickly looked over it.
"Is it just a mirror?" He asked curiously. He then noticed that he didn't see his reflection in it. "I don't see myself," he murmured.
"Exactly. I found this mirror in my pocket. It's obviously a magic mirror! It doesn't show a reflection at all. Even glass has some kind of reflection. This has none."
Harry looked unsurely at the piece of glass, "I don't know, Sirius.. It doesn't feel like it's important."
Sirius grabbed the mirror back from the boy, "You don't understand, Harry. Ever since I woke up almost two weeks ago, all I can think is about a mirror. I dream about it. This mirror is important. I know it is. Maybe it's a key or something."
Harry didn't answer immediately. He remembered Sirius saying he had remembered the word 'mirror'. But, this looked nothing more then just a piece of glass that gave no reflection. What significance could it possible have?
"Maybe you're right," Harry said finally, "We need to keep it near, just incase something does happen. You obviously had it with you for some reason when you went through the veil. It had to be important if you kept it sealed inside your cloak."
Sirius gave a smile, "I hope it is. I just wish I knew what good it was. I can feel it's important, but I don't know why."
Harry bit his bottom lip. What good was that mirror possibly to have to help them? He hoped that Sirius would not obsess over the mirror and forget about their mission to see Nicholas Flamel and get their memories back.
"Have you remembered anything else besides the mirror and Rummy?" Harry asked.
He, himself, had not remembered anything else. He would see flashes of nonsense in his sleep, and dream about people he didn't know. There was usually a red-headed boy in there with a brunette girl, but no names came to mind. Since his visit with Madam Rachelle, he now knew the name of the school he had gone to, 'Hogwarts'. A quirky name for a school indeed.
"The word 'Creature' came to me the other day for some reason. I'm not sure why. But I do have dreams with people. There is, sometimes, this amazing animal I dream about riding. I remember that it has the body of a horse and the head of an eagle. It was an amazing thing."
"You wizards are a weird bunch.. Outside talking about queer beasties in the middle of the night. I hope my guards aren't touched in the head." Harry and Sirius quickly turned to see Jack standing across from them with a bottle of rum in his hand. He was perched neatly against a barrel that was securely rested on the deck.
"Eavesdropping, are we?" Harry spat, glaring at the man.
"Eavesdropping? Never, love! This is my ship, and everything on it is my business," the Captain said, striding over.
"Please, Captain," Harry said through a clenched jaw. He didn't exactly want to be in the man's presence, "Go about your business. There is no reason for you to be here."
"Oh, of course there is. For you see, I am the Captain and you are the crew. If the Captain wants something, it up to the crew to give it to him. I want to know what's going on, because if you two are remembering things, we may not have to go to Haiti. We get out of here."
"No, I just found something in one of my pockets, and I was showing it to Harry. He then asked me if I remembered anything new, and I told him about a dream I had, nothing more," Sirius said with a shrug.
Jack grinned, "Ah, see? Was that so hard? Why couldn't you tell me that Harry?"
"Because it doesn't matter. It doesn't have anything to do with you." Harry said spitefully.
"Hmm.. What with this attitude? I don't think I like this. Not at all. Explain yourself." Jack said, gently placing a hand to his cheek, giving him a look of pondering.
"What's wrong with me? What wrong with you? Are you the kind of person to kiss and run? Was there nothing meant by it? Are you attracted to me, Captain Sparrow?" Harry half-yelled. His insides were quaking. He was mad at himself for having yelled in the first place, and he wondered why it bothered him so much as well.
Sirius looked quickly at the boy, "He kissed you?" The man gave an angry glare at the Captain, who had a clueless look on his face. He clenched his fists, holding back the urge to hit the man.
"Wait.. I did what?" Jack said, dropping his arms to his sides. He raised them back up once again, looking to the sky as if thinking. "No, don't remember it. Sure you aren't imaging things, love? Besides, if you're, like you said, not attracted to me, don't worry about it. I might have been a wee bit drunk. Especially if it happened after Adele left. These things happen, such as life."
Harry looked at the man speechless. These things happen? Such as life?
Harry scowled, "Just who do you think you are? What makes you think you can just do things like that? Now I see why this Will chap didn't come with you. Who'd want to be around a pompous, drunken, old pirate that's been hardened by the sea? You just don't care. You just take what you want when you want with no thought to the person you take it from."
"Watch your tongue, boy. I've seen sailors have their tongues cut out for saying less. You have no idea about what is going on between Will and I! And it's none of your business. Don't bring that up because you're angry I don't remember that little kiss," Jack snarled, reaching over and grabbing Harry by the shoulders.
Harry stared into his threatening eyes. He felt intimidated, knowing he had gone to far.
"Let him go, Jack," Sirius's voice sounded from beside them. Harry didn't think to look, but he saw in his peripheral vision he had his wand raised.. He couldn't remove his eyes from Jack's.
What Jack did next surprised even Sirius. Jack had swiftly pulled Harry up and pressed his lips firmly against the boy's. Harry eyes were wide enough he felt that if he were jerked forward, they would fall out.
The kiss was rough and forced. Not at all like the kiss he had given Harry the night before. Harry closed his eyes and tried to push away. Jack stopped this by wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling their bodies a bit closer. Harry gave an audible gasp as he began to melt into the warm, forceful kiss.
However, just as Harry began to slightly enjoy the kiss, Jack pulled away. He released Harry, and wiped his mouth.
"Don't come complaining to me about kissing you anymore. If you enjoy something, there is no reason to complain, is there? I'll remember this kiss. Have a nice rest, love. You too, Black." The Captain then turned and left. He seemed quite satisfied with himself.
Harry had, by then, backed up and was leaning against the railing. That had certainly shut him up.
"Harry? Are you okay?" he heard Sirius ask. He looked up at the man.
"Sirius.. Why did he do that? I didn't like the first kiss, and he didn't remember it. Why did he kiss me again? I don't understand," Harry said quietly, looking down at the deck.
"Bastard. Would you like me to go beat him for you? I don't mind doing it," Sirius said, pulling the boy away from the railing. Harry saw the man's hands clench as he released, he was obviously not pleased with the man's actions.
"No.. I think he was trying to prove a point. I think he was trying to prove that I am indeed attracted to him and I need quit denying it." Harry stopped talking for a moment and looked up to meet the eyes of his godfather. "I think I'm attracted to Captain Jack, Sirius."
To Be Continued...
Okay. I know what you all are thinking. "OMG! DAMN SPAMI! SHE'S GOING ALL FREAKY FANGIRL ON US?! TWO KISSES!? JESUS CHRIST!!"
Well, stop that! Don't think that! It's rated PG-13, remember? I'm not planning to go worse than that, so have no fear of man sex! ...Unless I have another stroke of Fangirl genius anyway. ..Hmm, the possibilities! Perhaps a vote?
Hold it! It's too early to be thinking about anything! Bad Spami! Anyway, let's see where the next chapter takes us. Apologies to those who dislike shounen.ai, just bear with it. And to those that like Shonen-Ai? Just sit back and see what happens, lol.