Harry Potter and the Pirates of the Caribbean

This is a bit of a pivotal chapter. It shows that Sirius is remembering things at a much slower pace than Harry.. Which is pretty obvious considering Harry seems to be remembering a detail or two every other chapter and all Sirius has remembered is the 'Harry like rummy' fact.

Hmm, what would you all like to know about anything? I like having this space open. I love writing messages here. Just, after eight chapters I'm running low of material.

Thanks to brainstorming with my sister, I have a definite ending in mind. I'm not going to put anything down on paper because it could just as easily change if something I like better comes to mind.

Chapter Eight: Senseless Dreams

On their way back to the room, Harry heard Sirius's angry mutters. However, he paid no attention. His mind was on his throbbing ankle. He surmised that he hurt it worse than he thought he did when Sirius pulled him from the tub. And the fact that Sirius was jerking him down the hall half-dressed wasn't making the situation better.

The angry muttering did not last long. As soon as they were in their room, the man decided to interrogate Harry about the situation as well.

"What the hell were you thinking climbing into a tub with him?! It looks like I can't leave you alone with you doing something stupid! Do you really want that man to get a hold of you?! Do you think he'll treat you any better than anyone else he's ever been with?! Don't you wonder why that other fellow left him?!"

Harry remained silent. He hobbled over to the first bed he could get to and sat down, his ankle still causing him trouble. He knew he couldn't level with Sirius when he was like this.

The ranting on for another half an hour before the older man calmed down enough to be talked too. By them he had sat across from the young wizard on the bed.

"I didn't know he was going to do something.. People take baths together during this time, I didn't think it strange," Harry was silent as he remembered the difference between bathing now and from whence he came.

"That man is a sexual predator. What do you think he would have done if I hadn't walked in?"

"Nothing. I wouldn't have let him."

"Cut the shit, Harry. He is bigger and stronger than you. If he wanted you, he have you. Whether you wanted to or not. On top of that, he's drunk. I mea–"

"I would appreciate you not talking so demeaningly about me behind my back, Mr. Black," Jack said from the door way. A towel was wrapped around his waist and in his arms was the clothing they had shed before they got in.

"You. You have some nerve coming back in here," Sirius said with a clenched jaw to the man. Harry saw his white, clenched fists to his sides.

"Haha, how wrong you are. This is my room, I can come and go as I please. You have some nerve to come here, I might say. So, I would appreciate my guest not assuming I would rape my crew either," Jack said with a slight slur.

"I don't think James would appreciate the fact I let his son get raped by some sex-hungry pira–"

"What did you say?" Harry interjected before Sirius could finish his statement.

Sirius's mouth fell open, realizing what he had said himself.

"Sirius?" Harry said with slight panic in his voice, "Tell me."

"I said your father's name was 'James,'" he said softly.

"Are you sure?" Harry questioned, he felt an unexplainable cold feeling in the pit of his stomach as he spoke with his Godfather.

"It sounded so natural to say. 'James is your father.' I don't doubt it," Sirius said quietly, looking into Harry's emerald green eyes.

Jack opened his mouth to say something, as he noticed that he was no longer the topic of conversation anymore. However, for once he was at a loss of words. He sighed and merely listened to the conversation, know he wasn't too far from either of their minds and he'd be back defending himself soon enough.

Harry didn't look away from his Godfather. He now knew his father's name. Harry James Potter, it made sense now. His middle name belonged to his father. Who else could he have been named after that was important in his life?

The young wizard closed his eyes as he tried to surface memories of his father. He ran through the small archive in his brain that was available, but nothing arose. He still couldn't remember his parents. He didn't even know his mother's name.

Harry gave an annoyed sigh. Sirius sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"If it means anything, I don't remember a face. Just a name," he said quietly.

Harry looked up to the man. He adjusted his seating on the bed, wincing when he felt pain surge through his hurt appendage.

"I wish I could remember them. I know I have parents back in my time, I just can't remember them."

Sirius sighed and looked over at Jack, who was now fully dressed and laying in the empty bed beside them.

"Just another reason to keep you safe. You wouldn't want your parents to worry about while you're gone. I mean, there is no promise we'll ever get back to our own time whether or not even if we remember who we are," Sirius said quietly. "We can't be sure that Wizards have some kind of time travel device or what have you."

"Are you two girls going to be talking all night?" Jack said as he rolled over. "I'd like to get to sleep, loves. Hangovers need to be slept off."

Sirius didn't answer. He saw Harry sitting uncomfortably on the bed when he realized the pain Harry was experiencing was, in fact, was his fault. "Sorry for jerking you out of the tub. Are you okay?"

Harry ran a finger of the swelling ankle, "I think I twisted my ankle. It's a bit sore."

Sirius looked grudgingly over at the pirate, "Would you happen to have something I can use as a bandage?"

The pirate raised his arm and pointed at the desk, "Already taken care of, love. I saw his trampling down the hallway and figured he twisted his ankle. I'm more observant than you think, when I'm drunk." His voice slurred, but they seemed to know what he was speaking about.

Sirius uttered a quick 'thank you,' and grabbed the few items for Harry. He turned his head while Harry got dressed as quickly as he could.

Once he finished, Sirius turned and wrapped his ankle snugly with the long strip of bandage. Harry carefully placed his leg in the bed.

"I'll sleep in the chair," Sirius said as he nodded over to the uncomfortable looking piece of wooden floor furniture.

"You can sleep with me if you want. That chair doesn't look adequate enough to sleep in."

"No, it's okay," Sirius muttered.

"Well, I could sleep with Harry and you may have the extra bed," A sonorous chuckle came from beside them.

Sirius gave a slight glare at the man's back, "No, I think I'll sleep with Harry."

Jack rolled over and gave a wink at Harry, who blushingly smiled back.

Harry's sleep was erratic that night. It was punctuated with a lot of tossing and turning. He dreams were filled with several strange images. He saw a blonde haired boy fighting with him after insulting the brunette girl and redhead boy that were his friends in this dreams. At one point, he dreamt he was being chased by a larger-than-life werewolf. Harry finally managed to stay asleep for longer than an hour after dawn.

The men were called up for breakfast around 7am. It took Harry 10 minutes to awaken fully. He wanted nothing more then to just roll over and fall back asleep, but then again, he was hungry. He decided to go have breakfast and lay back down. As far as he knew, there were no plans for this day, so there would be no problem with him sleeping in.

Breakfast that morning consisted of fried eggs, sausage, bacon, biscuits, jams, milk, and orange juice. Harry ate his fill. He was unnaturally famished that morning and ate more than Jack and Sirius together.

"Very good. A growing boy needs to eat. I don't understand why they don't have as good an appetite here as this young man," Madam Isabela said with a smile as she excused herself from the table.

Harry's face flushed and he looked down at his empty plate. He knew he had made a bit of a pig of himself, but the fact she brought it to everyone's attention made him exceedingly embarrassed.

After breakfast, they returned to the room. When they got back they found the beds had been made and the plate of food Harry had brought back for Sirius was gone.

"They work fast," Jack muttered, mystified, with one eye raised.

"Is there anything in particular we need to do today?" Sirius asked as he sat on the edge of one of the beds. Harry followed his example and sat on the opposite side of the same bed.

Jack shook his head, "Nothing unless you want to accompany me to see how the restocking of the Pearl is going."

Sirius shook his head. He was trying to be as civilized around the man as possible. Harry knew no problems would arise at the moment as long as he wasn't alone with the man. "Nah, I believe I'll stay with Harry. My head is pounding from drinking last night, and Harry's ankle is hurt. I want him to stay off of it so it'll hurry and heal."

Jack pursed his lips, "Very well. I shall return soon. Unless I feel like getting drunk. Which, as much as I love rum, doesn't seem likely today." He walked over to the door and opened it.

Before he walked out, he looked back at the two with a reassuring look, "No worries, I'll be loaded before we leave port tomorrow.

Once the pirate left, Sirius gave a roll of his eyes and turned his attention to Harry. "Harry, I've been thinking lately. What are going to do if we can't find this Nicholas Flamel character? What if he's not in Haiti like Rachelle said? For all we know, he could be dead."

"I already spoke to Jack about it.. He intends to go to Singapore if we can't find him. We wants to drop from sight. I told him we wouldn't go." Harry sighed and looked away, "I'm sorry for making such a decision, but we can't keep running with him."

Sirius nodded his head, "That's perfectly fine. I agree with you. We need to work getting our identities back. It just shows that you have priorities in order, Harry. I'm proud. I'm sure your parents are proud as well."

Harry smiled and nodded his head, "Yeah.. If we can't find him in Haiti, we'll go to England. I'm sure the Wizarding underground will have some way to fix of our ailment."

Sirius nodded in agreement.

Harry sighed, "I'm sorry, but I think I'm going to go back to sleep.. It was fitful last night."

Sirius smirked, "I could tell. You were tossing and turning all night long."

Harry's face flashed crimson and he apologized, "Sorry if I interrupted your sleep."

"Not a problem. Try and get some rest. You need it. I'll go and take a walk around town for a while I should be back by the time you awake. I'll at least make it back for dinner tonight," Sirius said as he stood up.

Harry smiled and laid down on the bed. It was exceedingly warm in the room at the time, so he didn't bother covering himself up.

"Sweet dreams, kid," was the last thing he heard Sirius say. He attempted to thank him, but sleep washed over him and he was soon gone to the waking world.

Harry's nap wasn't as fitful as the sleep he had last night. He dreamt of a red-haired family during breakfast. The dream changed to a school of some type. In the class, a strict, black-haired man began yelling out random items and he had to find them and stew them together. He dreamt of the man he knew as Remus with Sirius. They were speaking of someone named Prongs and kept looking over Harry, as if they were attempting to memorize every part of him.

When Harry finally awoke, the sun was high in the sky. He groggily put his feet to the ground and tried to stand, forgetting about his injured ankle. He fell like a brick to the floor. He groaned loudly when a helping hand was reached out to him.

Harry looked up to see who the owner of the appendage was and saw Jack's smug face.

"Careful now!" he said with a chuckle as he pulled Harry up and placed him back onto the bed.

Harry's face glowed pink. Desperate for an end to the awkward silence, Harry spoke, "Erm, how are preparations going?"

"Not bad.. They're having a hard time commandeering enough rum and water. They're a bit low on money, so that's the way it has to be done. Never give a pirate a budget," he said with a bit of a chuckle standing before Harry.

"But they will get it, won't they?"

"Of course they will! My men are resourceful, they get things done. I hand pick my crew most of the time. I picked Black. And you don't know, but I chose you. You have what it takes to be a good pirate."

Harry shook his head and beamed at the man, "I'm supposed to believe you let me be in the crew for my amnesiac personality and not the fact I turned out to be a Wizard?"

"Of course. Having Amnesia doesn't erase who you are. You're still the same Harry Potter. You just don't remember you past. Past instances have shaped who you are and they'll be with you for the rest of you life, whether you remember them or not."

Harry stared in awe at the man for a moment. He was surely sober. Insightful things such as that didn't come from the mouth of a drunk very often or if at all. Then again, he didn't remember being around many drunks before he met the man.

"Well, besides the fact, they will be ready to leave tomorrow?"

"They'll be ready to leave tonight, actually. Like I said, they have most everything. They'll come into contact with water and rum in the next few hours.. We probably won't be welcome back here once they do, however."

The rest of the day was uneventful. Sirius returned within the hour and told Harry that he had found nothing of interest in the small town. He told Harry where he had gone and what he had done, which was spend a lot of time on the beach and found a church to sit and relax in.

They ate that night and went to bed. Harry was uncannily tired that night, however it didn't do him much good to sleep. Every time he would get into a comfortable rest, his mind would race with dreams that would force him awake.

This particular night, his nightmares were spotted with a young man he didn't know the name of. They were running together through what seemed like a huge labyrinth. He saw them run together for a trophy and be transported somewhere unknown. He awoke in a cold sweat when they young man died.

He closed his eyes. He had been dreaming like since he had arrived, but it appeared as if his dreams were becoming increasingly more realistic and violent. He dreams of the room he had been in before he fell through the veil. He dreamt of a school, he guessed to be Hogwarts, and he dreamt of the Red-headed family's underprivileged home. This was the first time he had dreamt of the older boy dying.

"Are you okay, Harry?" he heard Sirius ask groggily beside him.

"I think I'm dreaming of my past.. I dreamt this boy and I were transported to a new place and a very ugly man killed him with his wand."

"Did you happen to hear the spell?" the older man asked curiously.

"No, I was mortified after seeing him die. I don't even remember hearing his name," Harry sighed. "I wish I knew who I was dreaming about. I wonder if others who have gone through the veil have had this problem."

Sirius shrugged, "I can't be sure. We're the only ones who have fallen through it that I personally know. It's not like we can go to a support meeting."

Harry sighed, "Do you have the same kind of dreams?"

"Yes, I do. I believe I dream of Remus.. At least, I think it's Remus."

"Light brown hair? Greying?"

Sirius nodded his head, "Yeah, that sounds about right. Anyway, besides I dream of spending time with a large wolf. I guess school days and people I believe to be my parents. Some really weird things."

Harry sighed. He felt a bit upset at the fact he hadn't dreamt of his parents. It wasn't enough that he only knew his father's name, he wanted to see them.

Harry rolled over and apologized for waking the man up and attempted to fall back to sleep.

He managed to sleep until morning. The pirate awoke him for breakfast, he found Sirius already gone.

Harry found the man was still unwilling to admit the Captain's existence. Harry sighed, he knew he should be just as angry at the man, but he wasn't. He was sure he would be had he caught his Godfather in that situation, but he didn't. It was him.

The breakfast that morning consisted of biscuits, jams, grits (which Harry was not fond of), and pancakes. He ate almost as much as he had the morning before, enjoying the last bit of nice hot food he'd have for a while.

Jack payed their bill for the night before and the three set off. It was not nearly noon, however, they had to relocate the shop. However, it was nearly noon before they managed to find the shop, and they entered just as the man was finishing their clothes.

"You're early," the man said, running a shirt through a foot-operated sewing machine.

"A thousand apologies," Jack muttered as he walked over.

The man nodded over at the table across from him, "The gentleman's clothes are finished. I ask that he try it on before you leave. I would like to make sure it fits properly."

Sirius shook his head and grabbed the stack of clothes. Harry watched as he walked into the back room. He was there for a few minutes, in the mean time, the man had finished Harry's outfit. The man folded it and handed it to Harry.

"Go back and try it on.." Harry took the clothes and followed behind his godfather. In the back, he found small fitting rooms that were covered with cloths. He chose the one next to Sirius's and quickly began to change.

To his surprise, it was harder than he thought to get into the clothes. He had to figure where to button and unbutton and what was made to go where. He mentally forgave Sirius for taking so long.

His new clothing consisted of a large white blouse that tucked in nicely into his pants, a dark blue pair of pants that reached to his knees, and a pair of socks that covered up the rest of the skin on his legs. He guessed that he would need a pair of boots and a hat to make the outfit complete, but that would have to wait. Besides the point, he thought he would rather keep his current shoes. They definitely looked more comfortable than any pair of boots did.

After several minutes of struggling, he emerged with his old clothing in hand. He looked to see Sirius standing next to the man bare-chested. The tailor was obviously fixing something when he looked up to see Harry.

"A fine fit, as I guess. Do you feel anything that needs to be changed?"

Harry looked down at his clothing and shook around. The clothes fit comfortably, there was nothing to make comments on.

"No, everything is fine."

"Ah, good. Here you go, sir," he said in his drawl as he handed the shirt back to Sirius.

The black-haired man placed the shirt back on and turned to Harry.

"What do you think?"

His clothing was identical to Harry. The only difference were the colors. Harry's shirt was white, whereas Sirius's were a beige, and Harry's pants were dark blue, where Sirius were brown. Sirius had gotten his wish, everything did, in fact, match.

Once they thanked the man, and were on their way to the bay, Harry looked to his godfather.

"We could be twins," Harry said with a chuckle.

"Hmm, you're right.." Sirius muttered, looked at himself then to Harry.

Jack chuckled, "We'll put some difference in later. At least you two aren't traipsing around in that old garb anymore." He looked to Sirius, "You'll surely need you're hair put up, and–" he turned to Harry, "I think a bandana of some sort is in order." The man stopped and pushed the hair up on Harry's forehead.

Harry smiled, "Such great plans you have, Captain Sparrow."

"Ya know, I've been meaning to ask you about that scar." Jack said as he pulled his hand away from the boy's head.

Harry reached up and felt his brow in the same spot Jack had touch. "I've noticed it before as well. I didn't think too much of it. I've rarely seen myself in the mirror and many people have scars, so I'm not to worried about it since it not an open wound or anything."

Jack, appearing to have ignored everything Harry had just said, gallivanted forward. "Now! Let's get back to the Pearl! I fear I have been away too long! Then! Rum to celebrate!"

Sirius gave the man a hard look, "Celebrate, what, exactly?"

"The fact we haven't been tracked down by Adele yet. Now! Let us get back to the ship and return to the sweet sea!"

To be Continued..

Haha, I notice a lot of the time, I have to rewrite the ending of the chapters to include things I've forgotten. I thank my BETAs for kicking me in the pants and reminding me of these small things that seem trivial.

Praise be to OboronoKitsune and BloodGarnet.