Harry Potter and the Pirates of the Caribbean

My BETAs whine at me for several reasons... One claims my characters are emotionless (That there is not enough description "written" on their faces. ), which I don't believe. I let them speak their emotions. I personally hate descriptions such as: "Don't touch me!" Harry cried out, tears falling heavily from his deep, limpid green pools. For stories like this. It's a pirate story, loves! There's not much heavy emotion at the moment. ..Besides, Harry hasn't cried yet. His limpid pools might drain sometime in the future, but definitely not now, lolz..

Another thing.. They noticed that I switch up between Narrating and 3rd Person Point of view. Well, that's a very common plot device a lot of authors use, dearies. One example off the top of my head is Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson (Another Pirate story! Yay!). In that book, Jim Hawkins takes both the 1st person and 3rd person narrative, switching vicariously between the two. R.L.S. did this in a way so the reader could understand what's going on both inside Hawkins' head and what's going on around him. It helps the author from being confined to just one writing style. It gives me the opportunity to give more story detail then just sticking with Harry the whole time.

I thought I might explain myself since my BETAs usually read over the posted chapters to see the changes I made. Haha, this is a message more or less for them, but all of the readers can enjoy it just the same.

Chapter Thirteen- The Second Coming

The rest of the crew was found below deck, all unconscious. It took them a few hours to come around, and when they finally did, they reported to Jack what happened as they remembered it.

Once all of their stories were told, they set out towards the Sorcerer's Stone. A few men were put in charge of preparing the dead men for burial. At sun down, the crew gathered around to see the men off. Nicholas Flamel said a few words and the men spent the rest of the night telling stories about those who died.

Since four or the sixteen-man crew died, everyone's work was almost doubled. Harry found himself running around trying to help where he could, however, his experience was more an annoyance than a help.

The same was almost true of Sirius, except he found that he could navigate fairly well when given the chance, which let the first mate have time to do other things that needed to be done.

Harry spent as much time avoiding Will Turner as he could. It was becoming more and more obvious by the minute that Will saw Harry as a threat. Jack was thrilled that there was such a subtle reaction from the man. However, no matter how hard Harry tried to stay away sometimes it was nearly impossible to get away from the brunette when Jack was around. Will was always in sight and always made comments, whether they were audible or not.

"Do you really want him to suffer?" Harry asked sincerely as he hung his hammock in Jack's quarters. Jack had talked the boy into sleeping with him one night, and Harry reluctantly agreed.

"Yes. I do want him to suffer. I want him to feel the same thing I did when I learned he left me for her. Then, we can talk. I know you and I can't keep this charade up forever.. At least not with your Godfather here shadowing your every move. However, as long as he understands.. No one leaves Captain Jack Sparrow without lingering pain heartache."

Harry sighed and crawled up into his hammock, wanting to escape the awkwardness he felt. Jack had a pallet made into the ship in which he slept. He watched Harry struggle with amusement before saying, "You could always lie down here with me. We'll spoon and I'll whisper everything you want to hear into your ear," his words seductive and tantalizing.

Harry blushed as he finally made it in, "N-no, that's okay.. Besides, the hammock helps with my seasickness."

Jack shrugged, "It looks like the rocking would make it worse.. However, I suppose that'll be a suitable excuse if he bursts in.."

Harry rolled his eyes and pulled a cover over him. The day had been long and stressful. He hadn't had much time to spend with Sirius because he had to keep working and every free minute he had was spent with Jack. The only time he really had to talk to the man was at dinner. Nicholas Flamel took over Sirius's spot besides Jack, Harry was of course kept next to him to complete the illusion of a happy couple, so Sirius sat next to the green-eyed Wizard without problem.

Harry's nightmares had been getting worse as of late. He dreamed things that were too wild to be real events. He dreamed of being attacked by giant chess pieces, Sirius turning into a dog-like creature, a man with greasy-black hair invading his mind, riding strange skeletal horses, fighting against a troll, and many other bizarre things that seemed fanatical to him.

He asked Sirius about it early the next morning before he would be swept away to work.

"They're getting worse? I can't say the same for myself. However, the bit of turning into a dog has been in my dreams as well. Do you think I can actually do it? ..Turn myself into a dog?"

Harry shrugged, "I don't know, it seems rather strange. People turning into dogs?"

"Can very well happen with Wizards!" a voice said behind them.

The two jumped quickly to see Nicholas Flamel standing before them with a friendly smile on his face.

"How are you sneaking up on us like that?" Harry said, annoyed.

The older man merely smiled, "When you're distracted you don't notice much, boys." He paused to survey the ship around him, "You have to keep one eye open on your surroundings at all times when you're being hunted."

"Wizards can turn into animals?" Sirius ventured, extremely interested in what the man had to say.

"Yes, my good man. It's called being an Animagus. It's a difficult bit of magic to pull off, but those who can turn into an animal. However, it is not of their choice which animal they turn into. Luck of the user, I suppose. I am a registered Animagus, actually. I don't disclose what I turn into for reasons of my own safety, but it is possible. Since you don't remember who you are, I think it would be a bad idea to tell you the charm. Something could possibly go wrong, so I won't even tempt you."

Sirius sighed and nodded his head, turning his head back to Harry, "Maybe your dreams are real. We don't know or remember much about the Wizard world.. It's very possible."

Harry sighed and looked to Mr. Flamel, "What do you think? My dreams have become so realistic, it's scary.."

The old man shrugged with a smile, "Some people can find solace in their dreams, no matter how perplexing they are. Take a look at the dream. For all you know, you are reliving the repressed memories that you have. Memory charms are a nasty thing to have placed on you, but they are imperfect. Some cases they permanently damage the mind, some cases they fail to work at all. It all depends on the person and the caster, actually." The man was quiet for a minute, a faintly familiar sparkle in his eyes, "I suppose the British Ministry isn't going to be happy to learn their memory charms can be broken."

The two watched the man turn to leave. The sun glinted in Sirius's eyes as he opened him mouth to say something, but his words were stopped when a man called for his help.

Sirius shook his head apologetically and told Harry that he would come back to talk to him when he got a minute. Harry acknowledged this and went to look for Jack.

Jack was found on deck looking through his periscope out at the shimmering, blue sea. Harry opened his mouth to say something but kept it shut when he saw in the distance what Jack was looking at. Off far in the distance was a small black boat, barely seen without some kind of magnifying glass.

"That's Adele, isn't it?" Harry said quietly, walking up beside the man.

Jack jumped and looked down at the young Wizard. Harry saw the worry in his brown eyes as he opened his mouth to answer, "He's following us. He knows exactly where we're going."

Harry uttered a sigh as he watched the man pick up a bottle of rum before him and took a drink, "Isn't there a way we could slip past him?"

Jack wearily shook his head, "No chance... Not unless one hell of a wind came and shot us away."

Harry looked grimly at the ship, "Will he come aboard?"

"I don't think so.. I think he just wants us to know he' there. If it's true he's lived hundreds of years, a few days will be nothing to him. Flamel is going to start navigating us soon. I want to follow his orders as he is the one who knows exactly where to go."

Harry was silent for a moment. He stood and stared out at the water, thinking at the predicament they were in, "Does the crew know?"

"Not all of them. I told the chap in the crow's nest to report to me directly when he caught a glimpse of Adele's ship. I don't think Adele will come here and cause anymore trouble, but he might pop over here for another visit. Perhaps to get some more information from me without realizing it," Jack took a long swig from his bottle, "Get Flamel over here."

Harry nodded his head and went to go find the old man. He was stopped by Sirius on his way down.

"Where are you going? I need some help here if it's possible," the black haired-man said, grabbing Harry by the shoulder.

"I've gotta find Flamel," he pulled Sirius close, "Adele is following us."

Sirius looked at him for a moment, "I'm not surprised. I thought that he would make an appearance soon. I wouldn't be shocked if he pops over here for tea. He seems like the type that won't give up when there's something he wants." Sirius gave a chuckle, "Killing a bunch of the men was more then just a subtle hint to Sparrow, wasn't it?"

Harry didn't answer. He just walked away, continuing his search for Mr. Flamel.

The old Wizard was located ten minutes later, in a locked room, snoozing in a magically supported hammock that was swinging gently back and forth. Harry had to magic the door open with his wand, happy to make whatever little magic he had useful.

The sound of the door lock bursting opening stirred the man awake. He sat up quickly and looked at the door, wand drawn. Once he saw it was the young Wizard, he lowered his wand, "Sorry, apologies. Is there something you needed?"

Harry gave the man an odd look, "Why are you down here?"

The man chuckled, "I can't sleep up there the rest of you. I get a bit seasick sometimes and I find that casting a spell on the hammock to lessen the swaying of the ship helps immensely. I locked the door because.. Well, let's face it. Just letting that muggle crew know that we are Wizards is strictly forbidden by out laws. Seeing a floating magic hammock is just unnecessary, isn't it? So, what is it you came busting in here for?" He asked with a smile.

Harry blushed lightly, "Sorry, but Adele's ship has been spotted following us and Captain Sparrow needs to speak with you about the best course of action."

Mr. Flamel hopped out of his hammock and cast a spell Harry didn't hear to lower and fold the hammock, "Well, there's not much we can do. I could cast a unplottable spell on this ship, but that can work for us as much as it can against us. If Adele wants to follow, he'll follow us. I could cast spells to kick up the wind, but there is no doubt in my mind that Adele could cast the same spells."

Harry shook his head, "He won't be happy to hear that.. It there a way to stop him from gathering information if he ..apparates here?"

Nicholas chuckled, "Not for muggles or wizards that don't remember spells. What Adele does is called Legilimency.(CHECK!!) The only way to successfully combat it is mastering Occlumency. Both of these takes many years to master, and many, many more if you want to learn to do it without speaking the spell. So, for a shorter version, I'm sorry, but no. There isn't."

Harry felt like he was in a losing battle, "What can we do then? Just let him win? Couldn't you just Apparate to the stone and get it? Bring it back here and we'll fight Adele?"

Nicholas shook his head, "Adele knows the location, so it wouldn't make much sense to go get it if he would just follow me."

"How would he know you're not here? For all he would know, you could be down in the belly of the ship. Go get the stone and your elixir, come back here, let us use the stone. It'll be much easier that way."

Nicholas chuckled, "He would know if I left. I am positive he would hear the sound of my Apparation. He would follow me and kill me and return to kill you. If Adele wants information, let him have it. It's nothing he probably hasn't figure out already. We're going to the uncharted Island to get the stone.. Either to get information or to intimidate us."

"Come on, let's let Jack know your side of the tale," Harry said dejectedly as he led to man to the Captain.

As Harry predicted, Jack was not happy about the news. He decided to at least let the crew know the news, that they were in fact being followed by the 'Black Death'. To say the least, they were not happy to know this either.

Several of the men quickly began pounding Jack with questions and demands, some threatened mutiny. Jack let the threats roll off his back, asking who else could lead them away from Adele. They were open prey whether or not the committed mutiny or not. Jack also made the point that if he got rid of everyone that Adele wanted, then there would not be enough people to crew the ship.

The threats stopped, but the tension was still thick on the ship. The captain told the men to stay calm if Adele came aboard the ship. Don't cross him or try to be brave. The only time to be brave was if he began to threaten the life of the captain by lifting a stick in the air. That confused the men, but they listened nonetheless.

When the Captain finished, a loud snap was heard and soon with it, the visage of Adele 'Black Death' Blair.

"Stirring speech, Captain Sparrow," he said with a grin, a glint came off his white teeth. His bright green eyes were narrowed on Jack, who gulped.

"Er, I'm surprised you've come to give us your company so soon, Adele," Jack said nervously, backing away as far as possible from the man.

Adele chuckled, "I had to come visit with my dear friend. I hope there are no hard feelings about killing a few of your crewmen. They put on a face of false bravery, and you know how I hate false bravery."

Anger boiled inside of Harry, false bravery? Buck'n Bill died because he tried to look confident in front of a man he knew could kill him in an instant if he wanted? He was killed for such a petty reason?

"False bravery, was it? Were they defending my ship or defending my honor?" Jack asked uneasily, taking a seat on a nearby barrel.

The man looked roughly at the younger pirate, "Why, both of course. How you've brain-washed your men to follow you, I'll never know.. To me, you'll always be that young cabin boy that was always to eager to please the Captain, in hopes that one day you too could do magic."

Jack glared at the man, "I don't recall ever wanting to learn magic.. Not from the likes of you, at least." He folded his left leg over his right and leaned forward to the man.

Adele didn't answer. He walked over to the man, "Jack, I miss you as much as you miss me. Why don't you just forget about this silly ship? I'll take you back over with me and we'll have our own happily ever after?"

"Don't patronize me, Captain Blair," Jack said with his lip curled. He knew he was in a dangerous position doing so, but he didn't have the bravery to run and the gun he usually carried, which was unloaded at the moment anyway.

The man merely chuckled, "I remember when there was a time you'd melt just at the offer. What happened to that little boy, Jack?"

Jack's eyes narrowed, "He died the moment I heard you utter the words 'Avada Kedavra'."

The black-and-grey haired man stared at Jack for a moment before another grin curled on his handsome, aged face, "I guess seeing something like that could cause a loss of innocence." He turned and looked at the fearful crew, "Enough of the pleasantries, I came here to speak to Nicholas Flamel."

"What makes you think he's even here?" Jack said, pulling a bottle of rum from a box beside him.

"Why else would you go to Haiti, Jack? Haiti is full of Wizards and muggles who support me.. Well, full of those who don't want to cross me, actually. Besides, it'd be a good thing for Flamel to find you as well. He can't apparate to his own hiding place, so a free ride is excellent for him."

"How do you know all this about Mr. Flamel, anyway?" Jack said, uncorking the bottle.

"My, my.. You certainly have gotten mouthy, Jack. I'm sure you know about me, Jack. I'm a cursed man. I've lived longer than everyone on deck combined. I need his stone, and he's done a very good job of staying away from me all these years. Now," he said pulling his wand from his pocket and grabbing the nearest person to him, Harry as it happened to be, and pointed the long, wooden wand at his face, "Tell me where he is, or I'll kill this kid."

Jack looked at Harry, who's eyes had grown very large, staring at the man.

The moment Harry was seized by the man, he automatically reached for his wand. The fact he was possibly facing death led to act on his instincts. He slowly reached under his shirt and grabbed his wand, thrust it forward, yelling, " Expelliarmus!"

Adele released Harry as his wand flew across the deck, "My wand!" He turned and looked at Harry, who was still standing there, his wand still drawn. "How did you know that spell? You're supposed to remember nothing," he growled.

Harry didn't answer, he had learned the spell while at Madam Rachelle's house, but he had no idea he would use it in a time of need like this.. He did, however, feel open to an attack although Adele's weapon was no longer in his hand.

Harry gulped and searched his mind for a spell that would help him, "Wingardian Leviosa!" he cried out, pointing his wand at Adele's. Adele angrily watched as his wand floated up into the air.

"You have three seconds to drop your wand, boy. You won't like me very much if you do something to it. Wand or not, I am more than a match for any of these people."

"Mr. Blair, stop with your threats," a voice called to Harry's right. Startled, Harry lost control of the levitation spell and Adele's wand dropped to the deck with a loud clatter. Both Harry and Adele turned to see Nicholas Flamel with his wand drawn.

"Ah, Mr. Flamel. Just the man I wanted to see, "Adele said with a grin, advancing towards the man.

"Stop where you are, Adele! I am in no mood to listen to you. You will listen to me. You will pick up your wand and you will Disapparate. You will return to your ship and do whatever you want, but stay off this ship, am I understood?" the old man said, eyes narrowed, each word sounding more fierce than the last.

"You in no position to order me, Mr. Flamel. I suggest you lower your wand and listen to what I have to say," Adele said with a smirk.

"Some one is very cocky, isn't he? You heard me. I said take your wand and go. I might not kill you with my wand, but I'll tell you this, if you harm anyone on this ship, I guarantee you'll never touch the stone. Now, leave."

The pirate considered the man's words for a moment. He gave a sigh, "This would have been so much easier if you had just stayed with me, Jack. No, you had to go on your own. Was my world to real for you? Did you really need to give up your soul for this ship and this group of hooligans?"

Jack shrugged, "Whatever I had to do to leave you alive."

"Good answer, I knew you were a good choice. It'll be an honour to kill you when the time comes."

"Jack, go below the deck, " Flamel ordered. Jack obeyed without question.

As Adele grabbed his wand from the deck he looked to Harry, "I can see Jack has a soft spot for you. I was mistaken about you. You have potential."

Harry gave the man an odd look at he disapparated.

"At least he's gone and he left on good terms," Will said, breathing a sigh.

"No, the only thing we've been successful about is pissing him off, "Nicholas Flamel said. He lowered his wand and turned to Harry, "I suggest you watch out, young man."

To Be Continued...

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