Harry Potter and the Pirates of the Caribbean

Wow.. Chapter 10. Two months in the works. I want to end this fic before I graduate, but I dunno if that's happen or not. I graduate the end of next month, can I make it? Haha, probably not... But if not, it'll give me something to do in the summer between trips I have to take to the college I'm going to.

I've done more thinking about the ending. I know the ending I want, but I wonder if I'm actually writing the fic in that direction and make it work.

Chapter Ten: Nicholas Flamel

Harry watched from the deck as the slice of land got bigger. He realized then that his journey with the people around him was just about over. He sighed as he thought back briefly.

The knife fight Buck'n Bill had gotten into with Gibbs, when they all played poker together late at night, how Jack had tried to teach him to sing the pirate song he loved so dearly. He chuckled to himself as he was called over to help prepare the ship to port.

Harry was ecstatic when he set his feet on the ground. He nearly fell to the ground and began kissing, but that wasn't a particularly manly thing to be doing at the moment. It was better to leave the crew with them thinking highly of him instead of a sissy that couldn't handle being at sea.

After Jack told the crew to take to searching for the man for the next two days. Harry learned that was all the time Jack offered to help the search. He was desperately worried that Adele would be there soon, as they were in his land at the moment.

"Come along men," Jack started, "We need to start the search. I imagine we'll have to begin asking around. Haiti is rather large, so we'll have to expand and search quickly. Split into pairs and begin." He instructed as he walked over to Harry and Sirius.

"You two are the only exceptions… You are not leaving my sight while we're here. We're in Adele's territory." He said, glancing around.

Harry sighed quietly. Having Jack there couldn't be help. Sirius opened his mouth to argue, he believed that since their month of service was up there was no reason why he needed to still be hovering around them.

Jack reminded Sirius that he loaning his men to look for their elusive wizard and that it was the least the two could do to keep him safe from danger as they did this.

Sirius reluctantly agreed and the trio set out to begin their search. They searched usual spots: taverns, libraries, brothels. However, no one had heard of the man.

They continued their search inland. Stopping to ask everyone they saw. They thought they caught a break when a woman claimed to know him, but it was a dead end.

By dusk, they had given up. They found and inn to say at and used the night to think of places the man may appear.

Nicholas Flamel was a scholar. They wondered if he would be working at some university, if there was one. Or, perhaps, he worked for the government. Maybe there was a wizarding underground here that the 'muggles' knew nothing about.

Nothing was certain. They met up with some of the crew the following day. They reported that they had found a stable lead about twenty miles offshore with a small woman who worked in a tavern.

Before they could leave, one of the pirates pulled Jack to the side, "I dun't mean to bother in your personal affairs, cap'n, but we spotted William Turner here as well."

Jack's lips pursed methodically, "Is that so?" The group watched Jack pull out a bottle of rum from his belt and take a long swig. He could almost feel his buzz leaving him, and the news that Will was here meant there was no time to sober up.

"Aye, sir. He be looking for you. He spotted the Pearl in the port and he's asking around."

Jack's eyes widened in shock, "Asking around?! You mean he's asking people where I –" Jack paused for a moment before he realized something. Something was suddenly made obvious to him. "How did he know I was here?"

"What do you mean?" the man asked dumbly. It was quite apparent that Jack was the only one who saw danger in their situation.

Jack didn't answer. He merely took another long drink, emptying the bottle, and swaggered back over to the wizards, "I think we may have a problem, boys. Will is here."

Harry furled his brow, "How is this a problem? You can go straighten things out an–"

"You don't understand. I didn't tell anyone we were going to Haiti. We didn't make plans to go until after we left Port Royal. In fact, there is almost no way Will could have found out unless he went to Tortuga and heard news from one of Adele's crew. Adele must know we're here!" Jack interrupted, speaking almost frantically.

Sirius shook his head slowly, "No, he could have found out from Rachelle. She knew we were going to Haiti to look for Flamel."

"Rachelle and Will don't know each other," he began. He paused for a moment, "Can wizards read people's minds?"

Harry shrugged, "It's possible. I'm not going to say 'yes' or 'no', but it's magic. A lot of possibilities, I suppose."

Jack was silent. After a moment of thought he opened his mouth meticulously to form his words, "We have to find this Flamel fellow tonight. We'll go to that bar now.. Besides, I'm low on rum and I'm not drying up at a time like this."

The trio quickly made their way to the tavern, following behind the two crewmen. It took an hour to round the horses needed for the journey and they set out immediately.

When they arrived, the barmaid was extremely curious to know why they were looking for Mr. Flamel. Jack fabricated some story that the man owed him a large sum of money and that he was merely looking for him to receive payment.

The woman took the story at face value when Jack paid to refill his small bottles of rum that he had on his person and told them that he was located in a small house on the end of the street.

The house was nothing special. Harry was a little let down. He expected more from a wizard that supposedly lived hundreds of years. However, it made sense to tone things down and blend in with people. Harry guessed that he didn't want a lot of people knowing about him either.

"Well, boys. It's time we go meet this man that we've been looking for for nearly a month."

"Cap'n!" one on the men yelled before Jack could make it up the first step.

Jack swung around and nearly fell. He managed to catch his balance as he spoke. "Will.." he said in disbelief.

Harry looked at the man. He didn't look much older than himself. He had long brown hair that reached his mid-back that he was wearing in a ponytail. He was dressed in a long-sleeved white shirt with a dark blue hair of pants with a dark brown belt. And over the shirt was a coat matching his pants. Along his chest was a belt holding a long sword.

The handsome young man walked over to the Captain, "Jack, we need to talk."

Jack merely turned away, "There's nothing to talk about. I am in the middle of escorting two of my crewmen to a destination and it's very important that I am not disturbed."

Will angrily grabbed the man and pressed his lips to the Captain's. Harry's eyes widened as he was sure he saw tongue.

When they broke for air, Jack spoke, "Okay, you have my attention."

"Jack, I need to justify myself.. However, I need you to understand that I do, in fact, love Elizabeth," he gasped out.

"Don't say that skag's name in my presence!" Jack spat.

"Don't call her a 'skag' either. Don't make me regret that I came to see you, Jack," Will said, anger glowing in his eyes.

"And just why did you come if you've decided to stay with her?" there was venom in the captain's voice.

"I just.. Jack, I love you. I obviously love you like I love no other man.. But I'm not in love with you. I'm in love with Elizabeth," Will said, trying to make his point to the Captain.

There was an eerie silence that followed the man's statement. Harry hoped that Jack wouldn't make a scene. He knew the man was drunk and was unsure what he would do. Harry looked up to Sirius's unreadable face. It seemed the man had no idea what was going to happen either.

"You are a very fickle man, Mr. Turner. However, I have no say in your judgement," Jack said finally. A small wave of relief went over the two Wizards as it did.

"Jack, don't be like that. It was fun while it lasted. But I came with news! Elizabeth and I are planning our wedding and we talked it over and we want you to perform it. She always wanted a wedding at sea."

Jack narrowed his gaze in disgust, "I would never bring together a union I'm bitterly against. What made you think I would even consider it?"

Will sighed wistfully, "I don't want to end my relationship with you, Jack.. I just don't want it to be as intense as it was."

"Elizabeth is a very beautiful woman. She has money, power, and looks.. She has plenty to offer you. I've heard stories of her dowry. I am, however, but a simple, untrustworthy pirate with nothing but my ship. She is the better choice," he said in a detached, flat voice.

"I'm not choosing her over what she has to offer. I'm choosing her because I honest to God love her," Will said angrily. It was becoming apparent to him that Jack took the situation as being dumped and he wouldn't do any favors.

"Whatever. Here, the boys and I will be staying at the Inn down the street. We have business to attend to at the moment, very important business, but I will speak with you with later. Check in and get two rooms," Jack said, shrugging as if nothing had just happened.

Will pleaded, pressing for some kind of confirmation, "Promise me, Jack."

Jack nodded and raised his hand, "I swear I'll be there."

Will sighed and turned to leave. Harry saw the man walk slowly down to the Inn, glancing back now and then to the Pirate.

Once the man was gone, Harry opened his mouth to say something to calm down the angry pirate, but before he could, he watched Jack tell the two crew members to locate the rest of the crew and get back to the ship and march. up to the front door.

The raven-haired Captain rapped loudly on the door several times before it opened.

Behind the door was an older gentleman, that appeared to be in his early fifties. "What can I do for you?" he asked kindly.

Harry noticed immediately that the man was dressed in dark brown robes, identical in style to the ones that Sirius and Jack had worn up until recently. On his finger was a ring with a bright red stone that seemed to shine brightly, drawing attention to it immediately.

"Are you Nicholas Flamel?" Jack asked, placing a hand on his hip, raising a hand into the air.

"Depends on who wants to know," the old man said with a smile that seemed to mask what he really feeling.

"These two," Jack said pointing to the wizards behind him, "are wizards that have lost their memories. We've come a long way to seek your advice, so I say you should invite us in before I force my way in."

The old man raised a hand to his chin, "Wizards, you say? What makes you think an old man such as myself could help with a Wizarding problem? It's blasphemy to even suggest their exsistance. How do you know I would even be of help?"

Harry pushed passed Jack. Obviously the pirate wasn't going to get much done.

"My name is Harry Potter. About a month ago, I was in some fight. I don't remember much about it, but my Godfather fell through a viel. I followed him and we both woke up in Tortuga with our memories gone. We don't remember much, but I do know that we fell into the past. I don't know what year we came from.. And after talking to Madam Rachelle Prewette of Port Royal, I've come to believe I was a student at Hogwarts. She also said that you might be able to help us if we found you."

The old man nodded his heads, "Potter, you say? This all sounds very interesting." There was a pause for a moment, "Please, come in."

Harry thanked the man and the trio walked into his home. The grey-haired man led them to a sitting room, where an old woman was sitting down drinking a cup of tea.

"We have guests, Pernelle. They claim to be Wizards," He said to her with a gentle smile.

She smiled back, "Have they proven themselves to be so? For all we know they could just be a few muggles that have heard a few rumors about us."

"Well, these fellows heard from the Prewette clan about me. The young one claims to be a Potter. He tells me that he fell through a veil and forgot everything and awoke here in the past."

The older woman stood, "Can I offer you boys a glass of tea?"

Harry and Sirius nodded graciously. Jack denied it and pulled a small bottle of rum out of a bag he had attached to his belt.

"Well, I would be happy to try to help you if you prove you are Wizards."

Harry and Sirius nodded and pulled out their wands. Sirius lit the tip of his wand and Harry levitated his teacup.

"It seems that you haven't forgotten your magic," Nicholas said curiously.

"I only remembered the 'Lumos' when I awoke. Every other bit of magic was learned when he went to visit Madam Rachelle. Sirius didn't remember anything."

Sirius held out his hand, "Sorry, how rude not to introduce myself. I'm Sirius Black."

Mr. Flamel took a firm grip and shook it, "Nicholas Flamel. A Black here as well? It seems we have a meeting of Britian's Purebloods in our home."

Harry gave the man a curious look, "Purebloods?"

"The Potters and the Blacks are the purest of the Purebloods back in England the last I heard. Right up there with the Malfoys, Prewettes, Dumbledores, and Longbottoms."

Harry just gave a vacant look. The names sounded vaguely familiar to him, but he had no clue how he knew them.

The man laughed, "I might as well be speaking Greek to you two!" He laughed, turning to Jack, "And who are you?"

"I'm just another muggle, my good sir. Captain Jack Sparrow. We've had a bit of Quid Pro Quo since I met them. I'd bring them here, and they'd protect me the best they could from a Wizard that has been chasing me."

The man furled his brow, "Being chased by a Wizard? Might I ask the name of the man chasing you?"

"Adele Blair."

The man's eyes widened, "Adele Blair? He's alive? I had heard that that wizard died fifty years ago! He'd have to at least be over one hundred if you're being true to your word."

Jack raised an eyebrow, "A hundred years? He's no older than forty, my good sir." He paused, "How much do you know about Adele Blair?"

The man leaned back in the cushioned chair he had sat in, "I know that he's a cursed Wizard that's older than I, and I'm four hundred and sixty-two."

To Be Continued...

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Well, I bet you all can guess that the next chapter is going to be an information heavy chapter. They've met the wonderful Nicholas Flamel and it's time to see what he knows.

I would also like to note, that this was the chapter that has needed the most editing thus far. I've been working to correct things all over! Sheesh! That's the last time I hurry to write a chapter. I've got to slow it down and pay attention. Thank you my beloved BETAs.. For without you, this story would be much worse than it is at the present!

Don't forget to review me! ...o.o They are the only thing keeping me writting... besides my fangirl thing..