Harry Potter and the Pirates of the Caribbean

I want to thank everyone for their kind support while I have been writing this fic. It's over half-way done at the moment (somewhere in the 60-70 area). My school year ends in about two weeks, just enough time for three more chapters to be BETAed by my loves. I guess this will go into my summer. However, I do believe I will have this done before I go for Orientation at college in June... Or at least, I hope so.

Sorry the chapter is so late! I had two research papers to write, so I was crazy busy all weekend and Monday night. ;; Chapter Thirteen will be on time.

Chapter Twelve- Confrontation

Sirius pulled Harry away and threw him against the opposite wall. He raised his fist to Jack and sent it flying towards the man's cheek.

Before there was an impact, Jack raised his own hand and stopped him, "I wouldn't do that, love."

Sirius jerked his hand away from the pirate, "That's it, Sparrow! We're through with you! We'll find own way to the damn stone, you just get out of our lives!"

Jack chuckled, "Adele will get to you first.. If what Flamel said was true, he knows about you two. You're out of luck no matter what you do, because you two were on my mind the whole time he was there."

Sirius got close to the man's face. The smell of alcohol was thick around him as he grabbed him by the collar, "At least we won't be around you. I'm sick of the way you keep using Harry like that. You have no business even touching him. We did you a favor by staying with you this long–"

"Sirius! Just leave him alone!" Harry cried out, grabbing his Godfather by the arm. "We.. I.. Sirius, I want to be around, Jack. I want to stay around him for as long as I can before I have to leave."

Sirius stared at Harry for a moment, unsure of what to say. He jerked his arm away from Harry, "Fine. Do what you please, but know I don't approve of any of this."

Harry sighed and gave a slight smile, "Trust me, Sirius.. I know what I'm doing."

Will, who had spent his time quietly watching the display set before him, spoke up, "Let's take this behind closed doors."

Harry agreed and they were divided into the two rooms. Will and Jack stayed in one and Sirius and Harry took the room adjacent to it.

Harry walked in and sat on the bed. He treasured the time he had on mattresses and in beds as they were always more comfortable than his hammock. The sheets were a kind of satin that made sleep even more irresistible to him.

However, he knew before he could go to sleep, he'd have to justify himself to Sirius.

"Harry, what the hell is wrong with you? Why do you keep letting that man use you like that? Do you really like him or are you just weak?"

Harry sighed, "He wants Will, not me."

Sirius rolled his eyes, "Yeah, you look just like that man. I can see where he made his mistake by snogging you."

Harry sighed and crossed his legs on the bed, "No.. He meant to kiss me. He's trying to make Will jealous, that's all. Isn't it obvious? He didn't act like that before Will was in sight."

"Why does he have to use you?"

Harry chuckled, "Well, he couldn't certainly use you."

Sirius sighed his anger subsiding, "I don't like this, Harry. He shouldn't concern us in his personal life. He needs to work out his problems himself. He didn't even discuss any of this with us or even you. He just dove on in without any regard for we thought."

Harry nodded, "I agree.. I wish he would have told me something... I guess that's what he meant with his trust thing. I guess he'd knew I'd do the right thing for the situation."

"You don't work for him, Harry."

"Geez, Sirius.. He's chauffeuring us around. It's the least we could do is help him. Besides, once he gets back together with this Mr. Turner, he'll leave me alone, and you won't have to worry about me.." Harry said with a sigh, looking wistfully at the white satin sheets on the bed.

"Harry, you seem to forget that he's 'chauffeuring' us around at the cost of us body-guarding him," Sirius said as he took off his shirt. He folded and sat it on the night stand next to the bed he would be sleeping in.

Harry looked at the man with a smile, "I want to help him, Sirius. He's miserable. Like we are." Harry paused and bit his lip. "Jack obviously doesn't open up to a lot of people, and he did to this man, who ended up leaving him. If there's a chance to help Jack get Will, I want to help."

Sirius gave a hard look to the young man sitting across from him, "Do you think we're really that miserable, Harry?"

"I am. I miss knowing who I was and my life. For all I know, I have a loving family with many brothers and sisters that are all waiting for my safe return. I don't remember them, but I miss them regardless."

Sirius felt a faint smile grow on his lips as the boy looked wistfully at him, "I can't approve of Jack is doing, but I won't stop you. I'll step in if I think things are going too far."

Harry smiled and nodded, "I won't let things get too deep. At any rate, we need to talk about Azkaban. You seemed so disturbed when the Wizarding Prison was mentioned by Mr. Flamel."

As the two Wizards were speaking, Will and Jack had began a conversation of their own.

"I see it doesn't take Mr. Sparrow long to get over someone," Will said slightly irritated as Jack was resting on one of the beds.

Jack rolled his eyes and looked at the man before him. "What are you worried about? It should be better for you and that woman later on."

Will sighed and sat on his own bed. "Who is he? He doesn't look very look. I didn't think you were the type to like little boys."

"He's a member of my crew. He's in his late teens." Jack rolled over to his side with a big grin, "I need a youthful young lad to keep up with me."

Will narrowed his gaze, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Jack chuckled and rolled back over to his back, "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about. Besides, Harry is the most handsome young lad I've seen in a while."

Will was silent for a long time.

The older pirate, after getting bored and drinking some of his rum preserves, spoke up, "What is it you wanted to talk about, Mr. Turner?"

Will turned over to face the pirate, whom was staring at the roof. "I came to talk to you about Elizabeth and I."

"Where is the sl– where is she, anyway?" Jack asked, remembering to hold his tongue.

"Port Royal. I decided not to bring her with me. I needed to make sure things between you and I were over." He was silent again, "I can't marry her if I even think there is a possibility for us." He sat up and faced the pirate, "But, seeing as how you've got your youthful lad, I guess there is some closure."

Jack chuckled, "He won't be here long. He's only here while it's convenient for him and his godfather. It's merely another fling with him to fill the void a certain young man left in my trust a few weeks ago."

Will sighed and didn't say anything. The chat the two were having was certainly making him feel guilty, as did the pensive look on the Captain's face as he continued to stare at the roof.

"Let me come with you for a while. I want one last adventure before I get married. What is on your plate at the moment."

Jack shrugged, "The usual. Someone staking a claim on my life. I've got to get to something before they do. Blah, blah, the usual. I don't think I have an opening on my ship at the moment, either. I do believe I have too much help."

Will rolled his eyes, "Let me join, Jack."

"Won't it lead your woman to believe you to be unfaithful? I mean, traveling around with an old flame and all.."

"Don't worry about Elizabeth. Just let me come to the Pearl tomorrow and we'll work out what I can do."

"How did you find me, Will?" Jack said with an annoyed sigh.

"How do you think? I went to Tortuga and asked around. I visited your usual places. People weren't talking at first, but I found a guy I managed to beat the answer out of. I hoped ship with some traders that were coming here, and then I met up with your crew about a week later."

Jack felt a slight sickness in his stomach. He couldn't tell if it was nervousness or the fact he hadn't eaten that day, he guessed the former, but he suddenly felt extremely paranoid.

"So, how long has you known him?" Will asked.

Jack shook his head and asked him to repeat the question, which Will did irritably. "Ah, Harry? About a month. Why, does his presence bother you?" he asked with a smirk, propping his head up with his arm.

Will shrugged, "No, I was just thinking.. If he was your lover, why did that man pull him so roughly away from you? And, on another note, why aren't you two sharing a room?"

Jack sighed, "That's his Godfather, or some nasty business like that. Sirius, the other man, was interested in me the first time we met, but I chose Harry over him, so of course he's going to be against any kind of intimate moments I have with him. And the reason we aren't sharing a room is simply because they thought I should talk to you and see what was going on."

Will gave the man a hard look, as if he did not entirely believe his story, but decided not to question him further. Jack sighed when he realized this and sat back comfortably on his bed.

"Anything else before I attempt to go to sleep?" Jack said, propping his hat over his eyes.

Will shook his head, "No, I suppose not. I just want to go on one last journey with you before I settle down with her. Don't deny me my request, Jack."

Jack rolled his eyes under the hat and peeked over at the man, who was staring hard at him for an answer. He sighed and propped the hat back, "We'll see what happens tomorrow."

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Sirius sighed at Harry's question, "I have no idea why. I don't remember ever being in prison, but the name just shook me." He was silent, "I might have been. Who knows? For all I know, I might have been a murderer in prison, or I might have been some kind of guard. The name just brings chills."

Harry nodded slowly. He raised a hand to his forehead and touched the thunderbolt-shaped scar that was off-center, "I wondered how I got this scar. I didn't really give it much thought until Jack pointed it out, but now I'm curious."

Sirius shrugged, "It might just be nothing more than a cut. I've got little oddly shaped scars all over my arms. For all we know, it's from where we've been hit with spells or what have you."

Harry nodded. It made sense. He didn't know for sure, however. He had not had a spell cast on him since he awoke.

"Well, I'm going to try to get some sleep," Sirius said as he sat down on the bed he had claimed. He didn't bother with covers, as the night was rather balmy and he was wearing most of his clothes.

Harry agreed with the man and readied himself for sleep. He followed Sirius's example and took off his shirt before trying to get comfortable in the bed. He crawled up into the bed and got under a thin sheet. He figured if he got hot in the night, he would wake up and toss off the sheet.

Harry's sleep was as fitful as usual on this balmy night. He really hadn't expected it to be anything else. However, his dreams were filled with frightful beings that made him feel as if he'd never be happy again. They were sent away by a large, glowing stag before the dream melted into another horror. A man stood before him, wand in hand. He had no idea who the man was, but he noticed immediately where he was. He was in the same grave yard where he had watched the blonde die. He screamed when the man touched him, the scar on his forehead burned.

Harry awoke with a start. He realized Sirius had shaken him awake. He stared up at his godfather for a moment, gaining his composure. He felt the cold sweat tread down his brow up in the darkness.

Sirius walked over and lit a candle with the complementary matches that were in the room, "Harry, are you okay? You were screaming."

Harry gulped down a few breaths before he attempted to speak, "I dreamt this man.. Touched me. He touched my forehead and it burned. It felt like my body was aflame."

Sirius nodded and sat down on the edge of the boy's bed, "Do you dream of this man often? You're usually restless like that when you sleep, but.. This is the first time you've vocalized any fear. Are your dreams getting to you?"

Harry shook his head and pulls his sheets into his lap, "Well, lately I've been dreaming of a boy with golden hair dying in front of my eyes. Usually that's enough to wake me up or that's all I dream, but tonight I dreamt I was bound to some kind of rock, and this man.. Touched me. I don't know."

Sirius sighed and ran a hand through his unruly hair, "My dreams have been rather quirky lately as well. It's weird, but it's almost as if I've been dreaming I'm some kind of dog or wolf. I'm staying in some kind of house with a deer or stag, another kind of weird wolf, and a rat."

This struck Harry strange, "A wolf? Can Wizards even turn into animals? Well, it might just be a dream that has nothing to do with your past."

Sirius shrugged, "Maybe, but it didn't feel like one. It felt as if I were reliving an old memory or something."

Harry laid back down on his pillow and pulled the covers up to his chin. "I'm sorry that I woke you.. It's still dark outside, so I figure I can snag a few more hours."

Sirius nodded and rose from Harry's bed. He on his way back to his bed, he blew out the candle he had lit, the room becoming dark again.

The last thing Harry remembered before drifting back to sleep was the sound of the bed creaking under the weight of the older Wizard.

Harry awoke with a prod when the sun arose. His eyes popped open and he surveyed the room around him. Sirius was standing next to him with an annoyed look on his face, by the door stood Jack and Will Turner.

"Hurry and get up, Harry. I've been trying to get you up for the last twenty minutes," Sirius said with a bit of annoyance as he tossed Harry his shirt.

The shirt landed on the boy's face as Harry rose up. "My apologies," he murmured as he threw the shirt over his head.

"We need to hurry and leave. I sent the two crewmen from last night to round everyone up. Besides, the deadline was this morning and we've found out everything we need for the moment, so we're good to go. Now, let's make haste," Jack said, tossing a hand to his hip.

Sirius rolled his eyes, "I bet you're out of rum."

"That's besides the point," Jack murmured as we walked over to Harry, who was just now standing up from the bed. He pulled the teen close to his face, causing Harry's face to glow a bright red.

"Miss me last night, poppet?"

"Er, You know I did.." Harry muttered in a voice barely above a whisper.

Jack gave a smug smile and glanced over at Will, who was obviously not happy with what he saw. "Come on, boys. Let's go!"

"Is Mr. Turner joining us?" Sirius asked, noticing the man following suit as they walked down the hallway towards the door. Harry guessed that they had checked out when they were trying to wake him up.

"Why, yes. Will will be coming with us. He wishes for one last pirate adventure before he's tied down to his woman and forced to settle down in Port Royal," Jack said, not bothering to turn around to see if they were listening.

Sirius smiled and walked next to the new young man. "Sirius Black," he said, reaching out his hand. "I'm one of the crewmen watching over our ..dear captain."

Will took and nodded, "Will Turner."

Harry wanted to introduce himself to Will properly, but decided to wait until they were aboard the ship to do so. There was no doubt in his mind that Will knew who he was after Jack's little display of affection the night before. However, it would be a while before Harry would have the chance.

When they made it to the dock, it took them merely seconds to realize that something was not right. Jack noticed the difference immediately. There was no one on deck when he had ordered them to be ready by the second day.

As they cautiously boarded the ship (Jack in the rear, behind the two wizards), they saw exactly why there was not one moving about on deck. There were four crew members lying still on the deck. They then noticed that all of their eyes were open.

Sirius ran over to the nearest man and checked his stats. When he finished checking the man pulse, he sighed and shut the man's eyes. "He's dead. By the looks of it, so are the other three."

Harry looked among the men sprawled upon the deck. The one that stuck out the most was Buck'n Bill McCarthy. He stared in awe as the first person he met when he awoke in Tortuga lay dead in front of him. Harry walked over to the man and shut his eyes. He sighed and scanned the man's body, looking for a cause of death when he saw a scroll in the man's hand. He gave the thing and odd look and pulled it from the dead man's hand.

"How did they die?" Will asked, looking over the men.

"It's the Killing Curse if I've ever seen it."

The four men jumped and turned to see Nicholas Flamel standing on the boarding plank in a black cloak, carrying a large backpack over his shoulder. Harry noticed immediately how frizzled the man's grey hair was in the wind that morning.

"How long have you been here?" Jack asked, giving the man a look of curiosity.

"A while. I saw Adele apparate away and came aboard."

"Where's the rest of my crew?" Jack asked, approaching the man.

"Your guess is as good as mine. They're probably still onboard somewhere. Adele left alone. Mr. Sparrow.. Captain Sparrow, I suggest we hurry and leave. Adele is obviously getting impatient with you."

To be continued...

Well, it seems this story is getting into the final chapters. Haha, who knows, I may drag this out for forty chapters... Not.