Harry Potter and the Pirates of the Caribbean

Rating: PG

I also want to go ahead and make this clear. This fic takes place in the late 1700's, early 1800's. There was still slavery in those days, so no one get offended when I bring it up. I'm not going to pretend there wasn't any, especially when the Caribbean was the biggest trading place in history for slavery.

By the way, pay no mind to the Island's name. It was the first thing I could think of.

I also wanna apologize for the fact that this is more or less a filler chapter. I don't want to rush things. This chapter is just to pass time until they can leave, nothing interesting happens until the end... Oh yes, sorry for the cliched Chapter name... I couldn't think of a better one.

I'm still happy with the progress of the fic, but I would like reviews. ;-; How come no ever writes them?

Chapter Seven: Much Ado About Nothing

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Harry spent a few hours in the presence of the cute Inn Maiden. He was happy to be around someone that wasn't a smelly pirate.

"So, how long have you been a pirate?" She asked with interest, taking a sip of tea.

"Not long, actually. I joined this crew about a week ago. Before that, I was a student at some boarding school in England." Harry said with a shrugged.

"Boarding school? You sound as if your family has money. Why run around with pirates if you can have a stable home life?" She pulled herself to the edge of her seat.

Harry gave a sigh, "Well.. Honestly, I don't remember anything. I, as well as my Godfather, have amnesia. We don't remember much from before. We woke up with shattered memories in Tortuga and then joined the Captain's crew."

"Being with your Captain isn't safe. I've heard stories of him. A false name can't shield who you are with a reputation like his. There are several people out there that want him dead. Watch out for yourself."

Harry gave a sigh and looked down at the floor, "I'm already quite aware of his reputation.. I've already been with him during one these meetings. He doesn't seem to do a lot to make people happy, does he?"

"A pirate only cares for himself. They take what they want when they want it. I've only met one decent pirate in my life, and it most certainly wasn't Jack Sparrow," the woman known to him as Isabela said. "I miss that man," she added in a whisper.

Harry didn't answer for a few moment. He took the small stretch of silence to take a mental picture of the woman. She seemed young. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties. Her hair was long, blonde, and in tight curls that framed her face beautifully. She was as appealing to the eye as Rachelle had been, except her clothing wasn't tattered like Rachelle's had been. They were nearly opposites

The woman wore a long, red satin skirt that reached the ground. Her waist was fitted with an extremely tight corset of the same color that gave her body the hour-glass shape. Her face was very picturesque. She had two large, blue eyes that hidden behind a large pair of thick eye lashes. The shape of her head was oval, and her features were complimented by her extremely white, porcelain skin.

"Might I ask where you two are headed once you leave?" she asked, breaking the silence.

Harry shook his head, "Er, we're looking for someone. I don't know if it's wise to talk about exactly where we are headed."

The woman gave a smile, "Could you tell me how old you are?"

Harry blushed lightly and looked away, "I'm pretty sure I'm about fifteen. I can't be sure, though."

Her smiled widened, causing Harry's blush to get deeper. "Fifteen? Really? You look older. You look as if you're eighteen."

"Really?" Harry answered, extremely flattered that he was told he looked older.

She nodded her head, "Of course." She lifted her cup up once more and finished her tea.

"I apologize, but I must get back and watch the servants prepare dinner," she said as she gathered the tea pot and the cups.

As she walked through the door, she quickly stopped and backed up, "Sorry about this, but I just realized I don't know your name."

Harry gave a chuckle, "Yeah, that seems to happen a lot with me lately. My name is Harry. Harry Potter."

She gave a grin and nodded her head, "Nice to meet you, Harry." She then turned to walk through to the kitchen.

Harry turned to look around the room. He heaved a sigh as nothing around him caught his attention and he didn't kill nearly enough time. He wondered what there was to do around this town. He gave up after a minute in defeat. He could think of nothing. Maybe he could catch a quick nap before dinner.

He shrugged his shoulder. It sounded like as good a plan as any. He stood and made his way to the hallway, towards the room he shared with the other two men.

He opened the door with a loud creak and walked over to the bed and sat down. The Captain was still dozing behind him, a light snore escaping his lips. Harry sighed and laid back. He turned to his side and tried to fall asleep. This was the first time in as long as he could remember he had slept on dry land. He thought of it as a bit of a treat.

The wizard attempted to fall asleep for almost twenty minutes before he gave up. He just wasn't tired at the moment. He sat up and looked around the plain, dark room. Any light that was outside was being successfully blocked out by the curtains over the window.

He stood and walked to the window to see what was viewable from the window, as he hadn't taken the opportunity yet.

He pulled back the red curtain to see the quaint view of the town. Across the street from the inn was a shoe shop and next to it was a blacksmiths.

"Pull the curtains.." a voice muttered from behind him.

Harry glanced back and saw the pirate put a pillow over his head.

He rolled his eyes, "I was just looking at the view."

"Yeah.. All that's out there is a miserable little town, now shut the window," the man said groggily.

Harry's lip curled as he let the drape fall back down. He walked back over to the bed and sat down, the bed squeaking slightly with the new weight.

"Get out of here, Potter.. I'm trying to sleep. I can't very well do that if you're over there... Fiddling with things and making noises."

"I just sat down on the bed."

"Like I said, making noises. Either go to sleep of get out of the room.. Oh, what's the use? I can't fall back out," the man said dropping the pillow to the floor. He looked at Harry with annoyance in his brown eyes as he sat up.

"So, how long was I out?" He murmured as he stretched. "Probably not nearly long enough," he muttered, answering himself.

Harry shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe an hour and a half? I had tea with the Madam Isabela and we had chat about this and that." Harry decided to leave out the bit of conversation they had had about him.

"Hope you girls had fun. I think I'm going to go take a bath. There should be a guest bathroom here somewhere, would you like to come?" Jack asked groggily as he stood.

Harry face went crimson, "A bath?"

"Yeah, I'm not too fresh, and you're probably not too much either," he said as he walked towards the door. "Something smells nice out there."

"Yeah.. I could use a bath as well," Harry said as he realized how long it had actually been since he bathed. It had to have been almost two weeks. Before he fell through the veil.

"Jack, what are we going to do if we can't find Nicholas Flamel when we get to Haiti?" Harry asked.

Jack's hand stopped short on it's trip to the doorknob. "Well, I'd say we'd be in a bit of a pickle, wouldn't we? You aren't a very good guard if you don't know what the hell you're doing. Let's just hope Rachelle was right."

"Adele will get you if he's not there, won't he?"

"Depends on how long it takes us to find or not find Mr. Flamel. If he just happens to be dancing out in the street when we arrive, then of course not. If we have to look for more then a day, then we will be forced to leave and run to Singapore."

"Singapore?" Harry asked curiously. He had never heard of this place before. At least, he didn't remember it.

"Yeah. There's been a lot of rumor about my location since I got the Pearl back. No one but the crew knows where we are. Singapore is almost halfway across the world, he won't find me there. It's been my backup plan since I met with Adele."

Harry felt his stomach turn. Half way around the world, away from the only person who could help him. There was no way Harry could find the help he needed halfway around the world.

"I couldn't go," Harry said quietly.

"And why is that?" Jack said as he grabbed the knob again and opening the door.

"Because the information I need to know isn't in Singapore. It's either in Haiti or it's in Europe. I can't divert from getting my memories back because you're being chased by someone. Sirius and I would have to stay in Haiti and try to find a way back to Europe if he isn't there. Maybe see if we could possibly get Madam Rachelle to accompany us."

The pirate turned and gave the boy a hard look. There was a silence for a moment before he opened his mouth speak, "Whatever you need to do. You're month of service will be complete by then and I couldn't stop you from leaving the crew."

Harry watched as the man deftly left the room. The churning feeling intensified as he thought about what the man had just told him. It seemed as if they were expendable. What happened with them to being his guards. The ones to protect him from the Black Death Adele.

Perhaps they were just shields to be behind when Adele sent his killing spells at him.

Harry bit his lip as he followed the man down the hall. The smell of their meal was over-powering. He had no clue what was being served, but he was sure it would be better than anything he had eaten since he awoke in Tortuga.

"Come on to the Dinin' Room, boys," Isabela said with a smile as she greeted the two from the front room.

They followed her to a room that was as well decorated at the front room, with a huge cherry wood table in the center. The table was large enough to sit twelve people. Harry wondered how many other guests were staying there as well.

"Please take a seat. The servant girl will start bringing the entrees in a moment," Isabela said with a smile as she walked into the kitchen.

Jack took a seat at the head of the table. Harry began heading towards to opposite end of the table, but was stopped by Jack's words.

"Where are you going? You're my defender, you should be at my side," he said tartly. "Your service to me isn't over yet. I'm quite sure you still have a bit of time."

Harry shrugged his shoulders and sat to the man's right. He was miffed at the man, but it wasn't as if he couldn't sit next to him.

"I'm sorry to hear you won't be staying with me to ride this out. You and Black have both been good men."

"I have to get back who I was. I have to try to get home. I don't know what I was doing when I fell through, but I know it was important. We were fighting about something.. Besides, I want to get back to the people that love me. I'm sure I had a family. I might not remember my parents, but I know I have them. I'm sorry for selfishly putting myself before my Captain."

Jack said nothing. He looked down at his cup and picked up the empty glass.

"I need to be drunk... Hangover is no good. Let's hope they have some rum here," he murmured. Harry couldn't tell if the pirate was speaking to him or himself.

"Sorry for the wait," a high pitched voice said, coming from behind them. They both quickly turned to see the source, which turned out to be a teen-aged girl of African decent walking towards the table.

The girl's skin was a caramel color, her hair hidden under a blue head wrap. She was dressed in a matching blue, yellow floral patterned dress with short sleeves that reached the floor. Her ears were pierced with two huge golden hoops, and her hands brandished a large silver platter with the main course handsomely presented.

Jack gave a crooked grin, "Not a problem, my dear. That's a very lovely sow that's been prepared."

The girl smiled sheepishly, "Thank ya. My motha' and I 'ave been workin' all day. I hope you both like it. I be back with the other sides in a minute."

Jack grabbed the girl's wrists before she was able to leave his side, "Sorry, my dear, but would there happen to be a bottle rum in the house?"

The girl thought for a moment, "I'm not sure, sir. There may be somethin' in back, I'll go'in check for you."

Jack nodded his head and released the girl's wrist, "Very good."

Once the girl was out of the room, Jack leaned over and ripped a piece of the meat off the large pork roast. Harry scowled slightly as he used a knife and fork to cut a piece away from where Jack had used his hand. The pirate seemed immensely amused by this.

"Like a proper young lady.. Be sure to remember your manners, Harrietta dear."

Before Harry could retort, the girl returned with a large bottle or the liquor the Captain knew, oh, to well.

"Ah! There's a good girl!" he said as he uncorked the bottle and swallowed a gulp.

The girl looked at Harry, "Is there somethin' I can get for you, sir?"

Harry blushed, the girl had to be his age and she was using such formal language towards him. "Erm, I'd like a pot of tea."

The rest of the meal past in more or less silence. A few more patrons on the inn had come to join them, and Harry managed to prepare a plate for Sirius to eat when he returned from his binge drinking if he felt up to it.

When they returned to the room, Harry placed the plate with a cloth over it on the desk. He hoped desperately that flies and rodents would stay from the food.

"Come on. Let's head on over to the bathing room, then," Jack said with a slur after Harry put the plate down.

Harry nodded his head and they headed down the hall to where Isabela had said the bathing room was located.

The first thing Harry noticed about the room was the strong smell of wood. There was no paint on the walls nor was there any furniture. In the center of the wooden room was a large tub with a silver water pump over it. It could perhaps fit three people. A linen closet was in the closet as well.

"Isabela said the servants were heating up water for the bath now. She said it's be about ten minutes," Harry said as he walked over and sat on the edge of the tub.

Jack, who had brought the bottle of rum with him, felt content to sit on the floor and let the drink flood down his throat.

The water came sooner than Harry expected. The two servants walking into the room carrying an extremely large tub of boiling water and dumped it into the even larger tub in the middle.

The water barely filled two inches at the bottle, but at the rate it was bubbling, Harry didn't want to get in at the moment. He rolled his eyes when he realized what was going on. He watched as the older woman began pumping water into the boiling water and saw the water level rise.

Once it was about halfway through, the woman stopped and dried her brow with her arm, "Please give a few minutes for the otha hot water to get done."

There was a silence while they were gone. Jack found a fancy to go over and test the water, which Harry had done. It was a bit chilly, but he was sure the next batch of boiling water would fix that in a jiffy.

They returned soon after that with another tub of boiling water. Harry watched as they dumped it in and wished them a nice bath.

It Jack only a few seconds to strip down and hop into the tub. This surprised the young wizard as he knew the man wore several trinkets and layers of clothing. Must have had a lot of practice. Harry had looked away until he heard the water splash.

"Aren't you getting in?" Jack slurred as the bottle fell empty from his hands to the floor.

"Quiet, I'm on my way. I'm just not used to stripping down in front of strangers."

"Quit being a woman and get in," Jack said as he submerged himself in the hot water.

Harry sighed and pulled off his cloak and the few clothes he was wearing beneath it. He quickly walked over and hopped into the water.

Jack gave a chuckle, "Eager to get in the tub with Captain Sparrow? The only ones who get in faster are the lasses in need." He rose from the water to look at Harry with a devilish smirk on his face, "Are you in need?"

Harry rolled his eyes as reached for a rag on the floor. He pulled the cloth into the water and began rubbing it against his skin, feeling better as he did.

As Harry cleaned himself, Jack merely laid limply over the side of the tub, enjoying the warm water. It was almost five minutes before he reached for the rag Harry had gotten him and followed his example.

"Ah, this is nice.. I can't rightly remember the last time I took a bath.." Jack said with a groan as he ran the cloth around his neck.

"Neither can I.." Harry said quietly as he finished with the rag and let it go floating in the water.

"Oh, wait. I can remember.. It was with him," Jack said. He stared at the water for a moment and then angrily threw the cloth in, causing a splash to echo around the room.

Harry was silent. He didn't want to say anything that would anger the man, so he took the time and submersed himself into the water and vigorously ran his hands through his hair to try to loosen some of the oil and dirt that was matting his hair.

When he came up for air, Jack was immediately over him. Harry looked nervous as he saw he was trapped between the arms of the pirate. He looked up into the man's face and saw his bloodshot eyes staring at him.

Before Harry could force him away, the man pushed his lips forcefully against his own. Harry gasped and raised his arms to clench the side of the tub so the force of the kiss would not push him under.

"What the hell?!"

Jack broke away quickly and Harry turned to see Sirius standing at the door.

"What the hell are you doing, Sparrow?! Molesting my Godson in a bath? HARRY! OUT! NOW!" He yelled, marching over. He grabbed Harry by the arm and jerked him out of the tub violently. Harry twisted his ankle when he nearly slipped upon his feet hitting the floor.

"Calm down Black.. Nothing happened" Jack said sluggishly. Harry nodded his head nervously and pulled the towel Sirius had forced into his arms around him.

Sirius didn't answer. Anger was pouring out of the man through his actions as he dragged Harry roughly through the door.

To Be Continued...

I wanna thank Dahsia and Brittany. They are the best. They are my BETAs and I love them very much. They put up with my horrible spelling and grammatical problems and my lack of details. ;; I heart you guys.

The ending scene has been in the works since the story's conception. I sincerely considered cutting it. Why? Because that particular scene was thought of when this was going to be a serious Jack/Harry fiction. It has been softened considerably (I changed Harry's attitude from what I originally planned). So, instead of cutting the scene, I changed it a little, I added Sirius in to make it a little more of a cliffhanger. It also will help the ending develop.

..And don't forget to please review. Because more reviews mean better, longer chapters.