Harry Potter and the Pirates of the Caribbean

O.o Remember that Flamel is French, so Robert is pronounced Roh-bear (I'm not good with pronunciations!)

You get another look of Adele here. You learn more about Adele before he was Adele.

Chapter Sixteen- Flamel's Revelation

"Your son?!" Harry cried out.

"Yes, he killed my son Robert.. About four hundred and thirty years ago.."

"Why did you tell us before?" the younger wizard asked, not understanding. Nicholas didn't even mention any kind of grudge with Adele.

"It wasn't important at the time. I'm only here to help you two and resupply our elixir. However, if I can make a deal with one of you to get rid of the murderer of my son, all the better."

Jack gave the man a hard look, raising his hands to his hips, "It's known now that you and Adele have had an.. exponentially long life. Just how long have you known good ol' Captain Blair?"

"It's not really important, is it? All you need to know is that he killed my son and I want him dead. You're going to have to see to his death in order to get away from him, anyway. If you promise to kill him, I'll give you the directions that you forgot in a drunken haze."

Jack rolled his eyes and raised a finger to Flamel, "I did not forget! Adele bore those directions into my mind! You have no clue exactly how powerful that man is! For all you know, he does have those powers! I mean, he managed to kill the son of a powerful Wizard such as yourself." Jack glared at the man.

"Bite your tongue, Mr. Sparrow. Remember that I'm here to help you. You don't need two immortal Wizards gunning for your life," Flamel said in a threatening tone.

Jack pursed his lips, looking as if he were trying to think of a comeback that wouldn't come to him. After a moment, he dropped his hands from his hips and turned to face the ocean, "We're getting close to the island... Does said block of land have a name?"

"It has no particular name. I've been calling it the Île de la Pierre Cachée, or 'Hidden Stone Island', for those that don't speak French, as a bit of a joke.."

"Wow, a very shrewd name, Mr. Flamel," Jack said sarcastically, "Anyway, on to Hidden Stone Island then."

The rest of the day was quiet. Sirius and Harry paid little attention to the mirror. It had been two weeks without so much as a glimmer. If the mirror had anything else to say, it kept the message trapped behind the black piece of glass.

Once they finished their meal, Jack went below deck to work on another map, wanting to perfect his travel guide as much as possible. Harry didn't feel like following when he saw the man take a bottle of rum with him.

Sirius and he went into the barracks and started a card game with crew that was not busy with work. It was strange not playing with everyone. Buck'n Bill had been one of the most amusing to play cards with. However, the game heated up a bit when Will asked to join. The brunette pirate was a fine rummy player. He beat Harry at several hands before Harry grudgingly asked to play something else.

Will obliged with a chuckle and the group set forth playing poker. The crew bet whatever loose change they had. Since Harry and Sirius still did not have much concept of the money, they sometimes made large bets without realizing it, letting them win several hands.

After a few hours of playing, Harry grew tired and excused himself. He decided it was late enough for bed. On his way to the room he shared with Jack, he decided to check on the pirate.

He looked into the office-like room and saw the pirate concentrating on a piece of paper. Jack would write down a few things and then scribble them out.

"120 paces southeast... then.. Bugger. 120 paces southeast once you land, then.."

Harry watched him lift the bottle to his lips and drink heavily from it. He looked on his desk and saw at least three other bottle scattered there. He sighed lightly, not wanting the man to hear him.

He decided against disturbing the man and walked away from his room. He wonder what could have happened to Jack's thought. As he remembered, he at least remembered which cave to go to. Could his latest episode of binge drinking have pushed the memory from his mind?

Harry walked, deep in thought, not pay attention to where he was going. He figured that he was headed back to his door when he ran into someone. He cried out an apology as he jumped back in surprise.

He tried to see who he had ran into, but the darkness didn't allow him to see. He had no idea who it was until he heard a sonorous voice answered him.

"Don't worry, my boy. I've done my share of thoughtful walking in my life time."

Harry blushed brightly, "Sorry.. I should be paying attention. I was just thinking about Captain Sparrow. He's seems upset about not remembering the location of the stone. He's positive Adele got into his mind when he was last here."

Nicholas sighed, "Harry, my boy, I would like you to join me in my quarters. I need to speak with you.. To vent, if you will."

Harry nodded his head and followed the man back to his room. Flamel had been given a private room away from the rest of the crew. Jack decided it was best to keep him apart from the rest bunch because he didn't know what they would do, and this way, Nicholas could place wards on his room to keep him out.

When they entered, Nicholas pulled out his wand and conjured a fluffy chair and sat down. Once seated, he did the same for Harry, calling up a smaller white, overstuffed piece of furniture.

Harry looked cautiously at the chair. This was the first time he'd actually sit in something that had come from no where. Nicholas seemed to have no problem sitting in it, but what if he fell through?

Nicholas chuckled warmly, "It's as solid as you and I." Harry nodded, wondering how the man had knew what he was thinking.

"Now, my confession.. It was I who removed Jack's memory," Flamel said, giving an ashamed sigh.

Harry's eyed widened, "Why–How di– Whe–"

"Shh.. Calm down. I shall answer every question you have. I understand I owe you some kind of explanation. Now, your first question, 'Why?' ..That is very simple. When I saw Mr. Blair on the ship , something snapped. That is the first time I've seen him since my son's death. Now, his name has changed over the centuries, but he still looks the same. The same green eyes. The same scraggily beard. He's the same man with a different name. After the man left, I wanted him dead more than anything. There's no way I can kill Adele. I am much too old, and if I kill him, he'll merely be reborn again. However, if someone will use the stone to break his curse and kill him, then the Wizarding world will finally be right of that fiend. I figured Jack would make the deal.. "

"Now, the next question, 'How did I do it?' Simple, I went into his room and removed the memories while he slept. There was much to remove.. Adele had really forced it into his mind even if it was a bit fuzzy towards the end."

"And finally, when did I do it? I did it the night of Adele's visit. Jack's had much of the map removed from his memory for the last two weeks, he's just now realized that it's missing. Show's you how much thought he's put into this mission. He would have realized it sooner if he kept his thoughts off that Turner fellow."

Harry was silent. He took a moment to think about what the man had told him, "Do you know how to break the curse?"

Nicholas shook his head, "No, but obviously my stone can break it, why else would he want to so badly? He wants to be dead as much as everyone else wants him to be."

"Wouldn't we be giving him what he wants by killing him?"

"Yes, but does it really matter? If he continues living, he'll continue killing. He wants people to hate him. He wants people to have that hatred in their hearts and that fire to break his curse. Adele was said to have wanted to commit suicide. Living is a punishment. If he's lost the guilty feeling and wishes to continue living, he would have dropped out of sight and not made a spectacle of himself after he was reborn."

Harry nodded slowly, Mr. Flamel made a lot of sense. By granting Adele's wish, they would rid themselves of him.

"Did you see the past Jack had with Adele?" Harry asked, suddenly curious. He knew Flamel had to look in on Jack's memories to erase them.

"Mr. Sparrow's memories are none of my business. I only called upon the memories that mattered to the directions to the island."

Harry nodded, "Mr. Flamel.. Do you think you could look into my memories?"

Flamel sighed, "Harry.. I wouldn't be able to 'unlock' your memories, per se. Your memories are locked away due to a powerful spell, as imperfect as it may be, the British Ministry set up. I don't think my meddling around inside your head would make things any better."

There was a long silence. Harry was disappointed to hear that Flamel could do nothing with his power to looking into someone's mind. He had had a small hope that it would indeed work.

"Mr. Flamel.. Will you tell me how Adele killed your son?"

Nicholas sighed, "It's a long tale.. Are you sure you want to hear it?"

Harry nodded, "Yes, sir."

Flamel leaned back into his chair and conjured up a pipe and lit it with his wand. He took a puff, "Back when I was researching the stone still, a man by the name of Jacques Evremonde joined me with my research in the French Ministry. He wasn't much older than I, about forty-two, and wanted to hurry to find the stone. I was thirty-two at the time. Pernelle, my son, and I had just settled on the French countryside."

"Who is this Jacques Evremonde and what does he have to do with Adele?" Harry asked, not quite understanding what the man was getting at.

The man gave a sigh and a wistful look to the boy in front of him, "Harry, Jacques is Adele. We worked for months, almost a year.. However, we got no closer to creating the stone. Jacques had this impossible dream of finishing the stone before the year was over."

The man took a puff from his pipe, "As the year came to a close, he became more and more erratic. He began working all night, sometimes he would force me to work with him. However, a month before his birthday, I knew it was his birthday because he had it marked on a large calendar the kept in our office, he came to my home in a rage. He told me I was to come with him and work on the stone, that I was not to stop until he could hold it in his hand." The man gave a light chuckle, "I told him he was mad.. That there was no way I could have the stone ready that soon. The stone was still years away, but he wouldn't hear it."

Flamel was silent for a moment and took a few long puffs from his pipe. His eyes showed pain,as if he were reliving the painful memory as he spoke it, "He decided for me that I would work. Robert was six at the time. He grabbed Robert and told me to come with him. He had my only son, and I'm not made of stone.. I followed him back to his home and he sealed off all ways of escape. He forced me to work with almost no sleep that whole month, threatening to take away my son's life if I did not work. I had tried to flee with Robert at one point, but we couldn't get out of the house. He had anti-Appirition wards and powerful locking spells on the doors."

The man paused for another puff. Harry noticed the man's eyes seemed focused on the wall behind him, "Anyway, the end of the month came, and there was no stone. He walked into the room and stunned me. I lay helpless on the floor as I watched him kill my son. I laid there for a few minutes, watching him wander.. Rant and curse.. He looked me in the eye and promised me he'd come back for the stone.. then he keeled over and died."

"Are you sure he died?" Harry asked, his eyes opened in anticipation.

"The spell wore off.. He died. I walked over to make sure he was gone. I did the normal checking of the pulse and listening for breath, but all signs pointed to his demise."

"Then what happened?"

"I gathered my son's body and we went home.. Pernelle begged me to stop work on the stone. However, I told her I should do the opposite. We should live as long as possible with Robert in our hearts, so celebrate the life that was cut so short. The stone came later. I was nearly fifty when I finally forged it.."

"I kept tags on Jacques.. I wanted to see if he would indeed come back.. And about twenty years later, there were stories of a young boy at Durmstrang that had killed several teachers and flown away on his broom. The authorities tried to capture him, but there was no use. They had never com across a Wizard that was so powerful, especially one that was so young. I knew then that he was back. I had no proof it was him, but there was that feeling of dread one gets when they know something bad has happened."

"Do you know the name of the boy?" Harry asked.

"He has had many names, Harry.. I don't remember them all. The only reason I knew Jacques was Adele was because he had such a following in Haiti. I don't know how he managed to find my stone, and I don't care, but the point of the matter is that he wishes to die, and by God I'll help him in anyway I can."

Harry nodded his sullenly, "Thank you for telling my your story, Mr. Flamel.

The man nodded his head, "Of course. However, you see now why I did those underhanded things.. I do not apologize. Once we get to the island and Adele closes in, Mr. Sparrow will get desperate and make the deal. We are closer than he thinks, and so is Adele."

Harry felt a cold feeling in his stomach. A strange mixture of anticipation and fear as he sat there, looking at the man.

"You are right.. Adele does need be taken out of the picture.. but, it isn't right for you to make Jack to get revenge for your son."

Nicholas sighed, "How right you are.. However, desperate times call for desperate measures.. And if you don't want to see Jack die in the attempt to kill Adele, I would suggest you help him when you recover from this malady."

To Be Continued...

Okay, brownie points for the first person to point out where I pieced the name Jacques Evremonde from!

..And I have no French skills, so my 'Hidden Stone Island' is probably wrong. I translated it using my Spanish since the two languages have kind of the same grammar when it comes to nouns.. Considering they are both Romance languages.

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