Harry Potter and the Pirates of the Caribbean
I graduated on May 25th, just to let the readers know. Because I'm out of school (and the school year is over) I don't get to see my BETAs as often as I'd like. I will go between the two, letting one BETA one chapter a week, that is the best I can do, or perhaps even do it over the phone or GaiaOnline. I'm not sure.
I'm working out the kinks for the ending.. There is going to be some problems and it might not end the way I want it to due to the fact that I never had the ending in mind when I began writing, so I have to work with what I got.
One of my BETAs and I went to see the new Pirates movie on the 26th of May, so we have the Ending thought up, we just have to find a good way to work it in.
I had hoped to end it at about chapter 20/21, but the ending I have in mind will almost make that impossible if it works out the way I want it too. Oh well.
Chapter Fifteen- Jack's Lost Memories
The next two weeks went by extremely slowly. Harry and Sirius payed most of their free time with the mirror, hoping for another message.
Nicholas Flamel told them not to dwell on the mirror. That it was amazing a scratchy message came through. He told them they should keep their mind on their mission. The two Wizards tried to take the man's advice, but the draw of the mirror was too strong for them and they found themselves staring at the mirror whenever they had a chance.
"Well, it's been a week since our last sighting of Adele. He is nearby, no doubt, but he's not showing his face." Flamel said, doing a visual search of the sea around them from the deck.
"Don't remind me.." Jack murmured, opening up a map. He had plotted the course already to the Isla de la Muerte and was trying to get the ship heading in the right direction. He had cut some of his drinking, because, as Will had said, he was having a hard time navigating while drunk or hung-over.
Jack sighed and put the map down, looking toward the old wizard, "What's the deal with that mirror those two keep staring into. They won't tell me anything."
Flamel shrugged his shoulders, "They're hoping a child's toy will help them get into contact with someone. It won't happen again, I can almost guarantee it. Unless, of course, toys of the future are much more advanced than what we have now.. However, I don't think they'd let good wizards work on developing a better spell for communication mirrors."
Jack had lost interest in what the man was saying halfway through, and was already fiddling with his magical compass. He watched the arrow spin, not seeming to know where to stop. He sighed angrily and looked up to Nicholas, "Can you fix this?"
Nicholas chuckled, "I don't think I can fix a compass."
"It's enchanted. It's not working correctly, see if you can magick it fixed or something."
The older man gave the compass an odd look. He picked it up and immediate saw the arrow move in one direction and stay there, "What's wrong with it?"
"I was using to navigate somewhat and it won't stay in one place.. It's been spelled to point to the thing the holder wants most," Jack said, peeping over the man's shoulder, looking at the compass.
"There's nothing wrong with it. I've been wanting to return to France, and if I'm correct, France is north east of here, which is exactly where this thing is pointing. You just don't know what you want. Now, are you wanting to go to the island where I have hidden the stone, or is there somewhere else you want to be?"
Jack took his compass back, and saw that the arrow was moving rapidly from north to south on the eastern side, "I want to get away from Blair more than anything, so I suppose it's going to point in any direction that he's not in." Jack muttered something under his breath and shoved the device back into his pocket.
"I thought you said you knew the way, Mr. Sparrow," Nicholas said with a smug face.
"I do know that it was past the Isla de la Muerte. We have already passed said island.. I forget the rest. I do believe it's forty-something miles... in some direction, savvy?"
"So, we're lost now?"
"Why would we be lost? We have the man who knows the hiding place on the ship. That's encaustically better than having my compass, is it not?"
Nicholas chuckled, "Figure out the way yourself. I'm curious to see if your compass can lead you to something that is unplottable. You told me when we began that you knew the way. The map you explained to me was exactly what you had to do to travel there, and now you do not remember? What happened?"
Jack thought for a moment. Now that he thought about it, he had remembered the way, but the thought was gone now, as if it had been ripped from his head.
"Could Adele had gotten into my head while he was here and removed it?"
"There is no way someone could have attacked your mind without you knowing it, Mr. Sparrow. You'd have to be an extremely powerful wizard to do what he did before, just looking into your memory without you knowing. It's impossible for him to have erased your memory."
Flamel was silent for a moment before sighing, "If we aren't there within two days, which we should be, mind you, I will tell you.. For a price," the man said, a twinkle shining in his eyes.
"A price, eh? So the old man finally shows his true colors, does he?" Jack said with a grin, leaning on the wheel of the ship.
"I'm doing this for the benefit of those two lost souls. It will cost you for forgetting. You were supposed to remember where we were going. I supremely doubt Adele invaded in your mind, without you knowing, and erased your memory. It just doesn't happen."
"What's the price?"
There was a moment of silence, "I want you to kill Adele, no matter the consequences. You must take the first chance you get to end his life, even at the cost of your own, break the chain; let this be his last death. I will request you do an unbreakable vow."
Jack chuckled, "Could I even do such a thing? That is a Wizard's thing. I couldn't do the vow or break the curse."
Flamel shrugged, "You know quite a bit for a Muggle... Well, then I'll kill you if you don't get rid of him the next chance you get. So, it's either that, or you get back to trying to remember where that island is. Besides, once these two remember who they are, they will no doubt help you dispose of him, since he is after them as well."
Jack didn't answer. He knew the way before Adele boarded the ship and once he left, he did not remember. All the drinking in the world couldn't have erased that map from his memory. Besides, it was Adele that had given him the memory, was it not? And he had not been thinking about the way there when Adele was there, so the attack was possible. At least to Jack, it was.
The Captain placed his hand on top of the lump in his pocket that was his compass. He turned and saw the young wizard he had been sharing his room with and a plan formulated in his head.
Harry sighed as he slipped the mirror back into his pocket. There was nothing showing in the mirror, as per usual. He went back to work fishing, as he had been assigned to do.
He thought desperately of the name of the brunette girl from his dream. He couldn't think of many girl's name, but knew the name was on the tip of his tongue. He knew if he heard it, he would know the name immediately. He knew it was an unique name, not common for girls to have.
He pulled the net up with a grunt, hauling the fish over the edge. The net made a splat noise as it hit the ground, the fish breathing the air aimlessly as they flipped and flopped back and forth. He and the man he was working with untied the net and emptied the fish into a small barrel filled with water.
He sighed and wiped his brow, it was about midday and it was getting rather warm. He was glad he was no longer in his hot Wizard's robes, but these new clothes were beginning not to feel as cool as they did when he got them. He was not sure on the exact date, but he guessed it was about middle summer.
Sirius called him over, and Harry obliged him with his attention.
"See anything?"
"No.. I think Mr. Flamel is right.. We should just ignore it.. Besides, once we get our memories back, we can go to England and plead out case to the Wizard courts, couldn't we?" Harry said, sitting down on the ground next to Sirius, who was taking a break.
"I guess so.. Have you heard how far we are from this island? I keep hearing a week.. two weeks.. I don't know anymore."
"We'll bring it up at dinner tonight, I suppose. I'm looking both forward and apprehensive to finding that stone... because once we find it, that Adele fellow is going to pop up and try to fight us over it. Hopefully, he'll pop back over once we have out memories back."
Sirius readily agreed and stood, "Well, I need to be getting back. Their needing me to go over stock again. We're going to have to make some kind of stop in the next few days. Water, food, and liquor are getting low. We can't live off the sea forever."
Harry sat these for several more minutes, until he was called over by Jack.
"What do you desire most in the world right now, Harry?" the Captain purred as the boy joined him. He pulled out his compass and began to trace his find around the glass bubble around arrow.
Harry gave the man an curious look before he shrugged his shoulders, "I guess to get back my memories. Why?"
Jack grinned and nodded, "So I guess you desire the stone that will get them back, don't you?"
Harry stared at the man for a moment before slowly nodding his head, keeping his eyes fixed on the dark-haired man before him.
"Good, love. Now, hold this for me," he said with a grin.
Harry held the compass in the palm of his left hand, watching the arrow spin for a moment before stopping. Jack glanced over the boy's shoulder and saw the arrow pointing to the east.
Jack smiled and grabbed the compass back from him and snapped it close. Before the man could walk away, Harry called his name. "What is it, love?"
"Have you spoken to ..him about anything?"
Jack shrugged, "That eunuch wants a woman, so be it. He couldn't please her even if they did marry."
"Eunuch? ..Wait, so you haven't said anything to him? I've seen that you've slowed down your imbibing of rum, so I thought you two have been talking," Harry said quietly, disappointed that there was no progress between the two.
Jack rolled his eyes, "I've slowed down my drinking because I can't steer a ship with a hangover.. Not because some eunuch doesn't like my drinking."
Harry sighed and turned away from the man. He had hoped that over the last two weeks they had spoken to each other some. He remembered Will pulling him aside once of twice and Jack doing the same, but he must have been mistaken.
"Well, Jack.. You have to try to. Will isn't going to do all the work. If you want him, you have to show him that you do. I know you want to make him miserable, but you need to need to show him that you're still interested in him as well."
Jack played with the compass in his hand before opening his mouth, "I have it under control, savvy? Don't worry about me."
Harry rolled his eyed, "Whatever you say, Jack.. What do we need to do? I've caught enough fish for tonight and Sirius is doing stock. He thinks we're going to need to stop soon to resupply."
"If things work the way I think they will, we will have two new conjuring Wizards before we run out of supplies."
Harry's eyes widened, "Seriously?"
"Would I jest something as serious as you remembering your past? Captain Blair is close, but I believe if we hurry, we can get there. It is a mere forty miles east..."
"Then a 120 paces, southeast, right? That's what you said at Mr. Flamel's house."
Jack's eyes widened, "Do you remember what else I said?!"
Harry gave the man a stern look, "No.. Just that it was forty-six miles from one island and 120 paces southeast once you landed.. I don't know from where, but I remember 120 paces."
Jack angrily slapped his forehead and stood.
"What's wrong, Captain Sparrow?"
"I believe Adele got into my mind and destroyed my memory of where that blasted stone is. That Flamel man says it's impossible, but that's the only thing I can think of. I've been drunk off my ass many times, but I still remembered at least where the island is. That's why I had you hold that compass."
Harry looked at the compass in Jack's hand, "Is it magic? ..Doesn't Flamel know the way? Couldn't he just tell us?"
"He charges for the map... A price I can't pay up."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, his curiosity piqued.
"What I mean is, he wants me to get to kill Adele once I get to the stone. Apparently, he must have some kind of grudge against the chap that he wants me to finish up."
"Mr. Sparrow, I would appreciate you not speaking of our personal business to Mr. Potter."
The two looked up and saw the old man standing before them, his arms folded.
"A thousand apologies.." Jack murmured.
"However, since you are curious, I will tell you why I want him dead. I mean, I need to justify why I want him dead.. Although there is a thousand other reasons to want him gone, here is mine.. He killed my son."
To Be Continued...
X3 sorry for the shortness of the chapter... I had to write it in one night to get it BETAed on time.
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